Although the Civil Security Bureau had nodded, Han Yi did not discuss the specific details with them. The reason was very simple, because he did not know how much manpower and material resources the Civil Security Bureau should invest in the new market. Since it is a reciprocal transaction rather than a bribery, then of course, this number must be calculated clearly. Han Yi still pursues flexibility, because when all the rules are not mature, flexibility is the best rule. You have to observe how much the Civil Security Bureau has to invest in this and then decide how much materials the new market will donate to the Civil Security Bureau.

But no matter what, after the negotiations with the Civil Security Bureau, the launch of the new market has entered the final preparation stage, and Datang Daily also announced the date of the new market opening.

Today is the opening day of the new market.

The wind is cold and you can meet the sun from the gloomy sky in the morning. You will definitely not show up today. It seems that God does not want to give face to this brand new market.

However, Chang'an City was still very lively, and the cold winter did not stop Han Yi from setting off this wave of entertainment. Early this morning, many young men came to the streets.

"Hey! The new market in the southern suburbs is open today. Should we go and have a look?"

"I won't go, I won't go. This morning, I had Mengsi's solo performance of Wuyiqin. I've bought a ticket and am about to set off."

"I won't go either. The third episode of the Garden Scared Dream will be staged in the afternoon. This time I just want to watch a complete drama and can go to the new market anytime."

"I want to go, but why are you going there in this ghost weather?"

"Han Yi has made a mistake this time. He chose to open the door this day, and the new market is far away from the city, so it is not easy to go back and forth."

People's thinking is really fatal to a new market. Anyone who has done business knows that the first day of opening is very important, especially in the service industry. If no one comes, the prospects will be bad.

"Wow—!"

A carriage slowly came to the new market.

Many merchants were walking out of the shop, looking forward to the arrival of such a customer, and all the merchants went out. It can be seen that the new market was so deserted that there were almost no customers.

What made them even more desperate was that it was not the guests who came off the carriage, but the boss of this new market - Han Yi.

But since it is Han Yi, there is a little hope in despair.

When the merchants saw Han Yi about to step forward, they suddenly saw a beautiful young woman coming down from the carriage. She was Han Yi's wife, Xiao Wuyi. Today, Xiao Wuyi was wearing a green cloak, tall and tall, with a moth face and apricot eyebrows, white skin, and a touch of redness hidden on both cheeks, which was very beautiful and charming.

When he was in Yangzhou, Han Yi was only in his teens and was still a young bird. Standing with Xiao Wuyi, it was a little uncomfortable. However, Han Yi has long grown into an adult bird and has a unique temperament. When standing with Xiao Wuyi, anyone would think that he is a man and a beautiful woman.

Xiao Wuyi is also there, which makes the businessmen hesitate. Should they go up?

"This - so deserted?"

Xiao Wuyi looked around and saw that there were merchants and bartenders on the street, and he seemed a little surprised. This should not be the new market built by my husband, right?

What Han Yi did before was not prosperous and never became so deserted today.

Han Yi smiled and said, "This is a 'cold' specially prepared for you."

"ah?"

Xiao Wuyi looked at Han Yi with a confused look on his face.

Han Yi smiled and said, "You didn't ask me just now, why did I invite you here today?"

Xiao Wuyi nodded dullly.

Han Yi suddenly took off his leather gloves and held her delicate hand, "Didn't you always hope that I can hold your hand and walk openly on this street? Today, I will satisfy your wish."

Xiao Wuyi blushed with shame, and was surprised and happy in her heart, but said arrogantly: "When did I say that? It was clearly what you said. I was from the Xiao family of Lanling, and you are just a farm in Meicun, Yangzhou. Let's use common sense to infer that whoever you say wants to hold hands?"

Having said that, she held Han Yi's hand tightly.

Han Yi rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, okay, when I remembered it wrong, it's because I want to hold your hand, it's okay."

“That’s the truth.”

Xiao Wuyi hummed softly.

Han Yi smiled and stopped arguing with her. He took her hand and walked into the new market. While walking, Han Yi introduced the new market to Xiao Wuyi. The two talked and laughed, showing their love to the fullest, completely ignoring the feelings of others.

Those businessmen were stunned. As the boss of the new market, have you not seen that we are all idle now?

But Han Yi walked past them, not even looking at them, let alone greeting them, and despised them as if nothing had happened. They were not good at going up to meet them, so they could only watch the couple walking past them with depressed eyes.

The couple walked through the empty streets and alleys and came to the big square in the middle.

"Wow--!"

Although it was just an empty square, Xiao Wuyi, who had never seen the square, couldn't help but exclaim.

Han Yi smiled and said, "Are you cold?"

Xiao Wuyi pursed her lips and shook her head, her expression as if she was seventeen or eighteen years old and had just begun to fall in love.

Although it was just a short street, Xiao Wuyi felt extremely sweet. At that time, she had countless hopes that Han Yi could marry her through the door, hold her hand, and walk on the street. This was indeed her wish. Because he could not, he wanted to get it. Why can't scholars and commoners intermarry? This was her proof for herself and for Sister Cui.

Unfortunately, Xiao Rui believed that since the wedding in Yangzhou was hosted by Han Dashan, it would be a formal marriage between the Ming media. If it was held again, it would be a disrespect for Han Dashan. The nobles still attached great importance to etiquette. Unless the Xiao family did not admit it, it would be another matter, and this wish could only be given up.

But today, she finally tasted the feeling of walking hand in hand with Han Yi on the street.

However, the feeling at this moment was different from her original intention. She initially wanted to challenge the world and prove herself. But at this moment, she was only immersed in sweetness and had no time to think about those things.

Because she said it casually at the beginning, Han Yi kept remembering it and putting it into practice. This is a kind of romance and a kind of surprise.

“Are you tired?”

Han Yi looked at the stone chair in front of him and said, "Do you want to sit for a while?"

Xiao Wuyi thought for a moment and nodded gently.

The couple came to the stone chair and sat down. Han Yi naturally hugged Xiao Wuyi in his arms. Xiao Wuyi also snuggled tightly in Han Yi's arms, without feeling the coldness. The bitter cold wind blew past them like a spring breeze.

The couple snuggled quietly, as if there were only the two of them left between heaven and earth.

"The villain has met Shangshu Han and Mrs. Han."

Suddenly, a little old man broke the rare warmth.

"ah?"

Xiao Wuyi screamed lightly, subconsciously trying to break free from Han Yi's arms, but Han Yi tried a little harder to prevent her from leaving, and said to the little old man: "Old, how's the business?"

The old Dong smiled embarrassedly, "Shangshu Han is still the first guest the little old man met."

Han Yi laughed and said, "That's fate. Okay, let's be your first guest and bring your tools here."

“Yes, yes!”

The old Dong left excitedly.

Xiao Wuyi looked at Han Yi with a confused look on his face, "Who is he?"

Han Yi smiled and said, "You will know later."

After only a moment of passing, Lao Dong and a young man came over with some tools.

"Huh? Isn't this an easel that you use specifically for painting?"

When Xiao Wuyi saw the vertical easel, he couldn't help but be surprised.

Han Yi smiled and nodded and whispered: "This old Dong is originally a painter in our Fengfei Tower. He has been studying my original painting skills for a long time. Now he has finally achieved success in stealing skills, so he plans to do his own business."

"Didn't he betray you?"

"This man went to a high place and the water flowed to a low place. Besides, our contract has expired, so there is no question of betrayal." Han Yi shook his head with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the old Dong suddenly said, "Shangshu Han, Madam, the villain is ready."

Han Yi smiled and said, "Then let's start." As he said that, he added a little more force to his arm and hugged Xiao Wuyi tightly in his arms.

This wish is the same as his wish. At this moment, Xiao Wuyi was still not as relaxed as Han Yi. Han Yi hugged a woman on the street. It was so common. It was okay to have a kiss, but Xiao Wuyi was still very shy. After all, there were two people standing opposite him, and they were still men. When he was about to struggle, he suddenly saw the old Dong draw and immediately understood.

When Han Yi was helping Li Zhi and Wu Meiniang paint, Xiao Wuyi had envied her, but there was no way. At that time, only Han Yi could paint, which was also a small wish. Her heart was full of joy and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Husband!"

"Um."

"Next time, please ask this old man to go to his house and help our family draw a pair, how about it?"

"Of course this can."

The two of them snuggled together, whispering warmly, and time was like a flash of time.

"Han Shangshu, the painting is done."

"Yeah?"

Han Yi and Xiao Wuyi looked at each other and seemed a little surprised, thinking it was too fast, but in fact it had been a long time.

The two hurriedly got up and came to the front of the drawing board.

Old Dong hurriedly said: "The villain is clumsy in his pen and does not draw well. I hope Mr. Han will be more tolerant."

But Han Yi and his wife didn't seem to listen to him at all, just staring at the painting blankly. If we look at the eyes of the future, their painting skills need to be improved, but they don't have enough painting skills and are good-looking. The key is that Lao Dong painted the happiness, happiness and sweet feeling between them, which was enough. After a while, Han Yi suddenly patted Lao Dong on the shoulder and said, "I like this painting very much, wrap it for me."

Old Dong was overjoyed, bowed and sang, and then started to work hard with his son to remove the canvas. After he finished, he would help Han Yi roll it up.

Han Yi took the painting and handed it to Xiao Wuyi. Xiao Wuyi took it and held it in her arms. This small detail can also be seen that she liked this painting very much.

Han Yi took out his usual money voucher, put it on the drawing board, and smiled and said, "Business is booming!"

After seeing this, Old Dong and his son were overjoyed and thanked Han Yi repeatedly. In fact, there was no need for Yizheng to draw a picture.

Han Yi nodded with a smile, then hugged Xiao Wuyi and walked towards the southeast street.

"Don't you really want to say a few words to them?"
To be continued...