When Wei Yang was making vermicelli, he thought about how to use this item on a large scale.

But I didn't expect that King Zhongshun noticed this so quickly.

Stir the iron spoon in the pot of stewing chicken soup for a few times, and take more chicken soup and pour it into the mutton soup steamed bun.

This made King Zhongshun puzzled and pointed at the iron pot and asked, "Wouldn't it be a scent?"

"Get fresh." Wei Yang packed the food, put it on the stove and warmed it, took a small half, and prepared to bring it upstairs in person, and asked the other half to be picked up by two horsemen.

"No need, I'm on the top of my head, and I'm not at ease. Those assassins who come and go have the opportunity to assassinate," Zhao Yunfu looked at the yard and pointed to the west wing where Wei Yang lived and said, "Your room is very good, just right, let's talk more about business with you."

He took the word "business" seriously.

Wei Yang knew that someone must have observed it in the royal palace, but it could not have been done by the groom.

"Thank you." The two horsemen were holding the bowl and trying to go over.

Zhao Yunfu waved his hand: "Wei Xiaolang is a master himself, and I am not a weak person, so don't be so alert. You should watch at the door of the kitchen," he snorted softly, "Some people who can't kill me, so I will take action from the army. Beware that someone poisons your food."

Wei Yang's eyebrows jumped. It seemed like he was saying this to him?

The two of them came to the room, Wei Yang opened the table and chairs, and King Zhongshun sat down and ate, which looked no different from ordinary old people.

"You don't know that my husband is in the army and grows in the border. The groom in your neighbor's neighbor was originally my husband's horse. I often go to find him to grab food." King Xili of Zhongshun had eaten more than half of the meal, and then slowly picked up the white cake, cut it with chopsticks, added some chili in it, ate a bite of mutton soup, and ate a bite of white cake, and said calmly, "Your noodles..."

"The prince and I thought of it together, but it is afraid that it is difficult to make military rations, which requires a large area of ​​potato planting." Wei Yang spread his hands and said, "The prince can reclaim more wasteland, but he may not get much if he is anxious."

"Say a solution." Zhao Yunfu immediately put down his bowls and chopsticks and sat solemnly.

Wei Yang said: "This is vermicelli. The prince may think that when he marched thousands of miles, he ordered the soldiers to bring more soldiers. Before the battle, cook them in one pot and make them full, right?"

"No," King Zhongshun hesitated for a moment before shook his head and said, "It's a pity that you are too young. Otherwise, you will bring you into the army by knowing my intentions."

"Prince, there is no need to mention the military situation." Wei Yang said immediately, "I have a way to make noodles here. It's ordinary, but I can think of it. I'll give this method to the prince..."

"You want land?" King Zhongshun's face darkened and he denied worriedly, "I can't give you much land in the city, outside the city..."

He even knew that Wei Yang lived in that room just now, and clearly stated that someone might poison his escort team. Wei Yang understood it, so he refused to talk too much, and came up straight to the point.

Wei Yang was puzzled: "Why didn't the prince accidentally take the robbery?"

"I like to eat chicken." King Zhongshun said in a nutshell, tapped his fingers on the table a few times, raised his eyebrows and said, "If that's the case, I have several farms in my hand..."

"No." Wei Yang bowed opposite King Zhongshun, sued him and sat on a chair, and made a straightforward request, "If the prince has money, it's okay to give me some money. If the military expenditure is too much, you need to save some money, so you don't have to give money. But when the construction of Guocheng is done, I can leave some land inside and outside Guocheng, and I can spend money to buy it."

This made King Zhongshun look at him with admiration.

You know, the farm that he can give is his property. If he can get it, it will be related to the royal palace. This is a good opportunity to get it!

So can this business be done?

"The restaurant opposite your house," King Zhongshun raised his hand to interrupt Wei Yang's impulse to refuse to accept this information, and said slowly, "That is neither the culprit of the Demon Sect nor just a stronghold of the Jinyiwei. The boss was originally a poor and dilapidated house. Ma Baihu coerced him to come specifically to monitor you. I don't know what he wants to do." Then, "I want to buy and give it to you in the yard next to your house, so you can give it to you. In addition, the yard behind your house is originally my husband's old family, and now he has moved to Suzhou Guard and sold it to you at a low price."

Wei Yang thought about it and got up and took two items.

"This is a way to make dry noodles, which can be called dough noodles." Wei Yang himself can make dry noodles. It doesn't have to be packaged, and it can be stored for months as long as it is ventilated and cool. Later, I read "China on the Tip of the Tongue", learned how to make dough noodles in northern Shaanxi, and led the villagers to develop small industries in the poor village he was responsible for, and I am very familiar with this.

King Zhongshun picked it up and looked at it. It was indeed simple and powerful.

"But you can add another wood ash here to make it more full. In addition, with some jerky meat, there are also methods to make it here, which can ensure that it will not become bad within at least half a year." Wei Yang released another piece of paper, and the things on it were ordinary, and there were weeds everywhere near Jiayuguan.

King Zhongshun put away two pieces of white paper, moistened his upper and lower lips for a moment, and there were a few words that he couldn't ask him.

"There is another one here, which was left by his companions that night before I killed the thief." Wei Yang did not mention the identity of the garden household and explained obscurely, "I see it is the Jinyiwei waist card..."

"I understand." King Zhongshun picked up the waist sign with his hand, rubbed it for a moment and put it in his pocket. He looked at Wei Yang and suddenly sneered, "Wei Xiaolang, there are countless rich people in his mind who make money. So, are you willing to tell me, what is your relationship with the Demon Sect?"

"They want to use me, and they are my enemies. They don't involve me. At least I don't want to make too much enemies with them before my martial arts are complete." Wei Yang understood in his heart. King Zhongshun had known the identity of the demon sects who were killed by General An Bai, so he said calmly, "Of course, the so-called righteous path in the martial arts world has nothing to do with me."

"Is that right?" King Zhongshun asked, "Your two loyal servants..."

"They are not my servants. I am wandering around the world. I will take them in, teach me martial arts and keep me at peace." Wei Yang asked back, "If not, where did I learn these martial arts?"

"Identity." King Zhongshun snorted, rubbed the secret technique in his sleeve, and quickly judged Wei Yang's position. He knew that he knew that there was no need to test back and forth between people, that would lead to misunderstandings.

"The Demon Cult wants to chase and kill, and the righteous path cannot tolerate it. The prince may make a conclusion on their identity?" Wei Yang turned his back, "Speaking of it, I want to ask the prince for the martial arts of these two..."

"That's just ordinary. It's not even a third-rate player in the world." King Zhongshun laughed and said, "It's easy for me to form a battle formation to capture them."

Is the truth?

Wei Yang couldn't see the old man's territorial land, so he asked again: "Is there any martial arts in the prince's mansion that can do human favors? It doesn't need to be too good, third-rate is enough."

"What are you doing?" Zhao Yunfu said with a hilarious look.

Wei Yang nodded and said, "It is naturally no harm in learning more - for example, keep a hand in the precautions of the horse and Baihu."

Zhao Yunfu's mood changed several times. He naturally knew that he was so easy to talk to today. Wei Yang must have many doubts. He could take advantage of the trick, but he came to trade fairly. This was beyond his expectations.

"This kid is a good person. Judging from his relationship with the owner, even the ones who have sex with the 100-hundred-year-olds, the higher the identity, the more vigilant people are, but the martial arts in his hands are probably very bad. Well, this is OK..." Zhao Yunfu felt a move in his heart, and a loving smile suddenly appeared on his face, thinking to himself, "I'm afraid that two very strong little guys will not be so easy to compare with each other, but this is an opportunity."

He smiled gently, ate and drank heavily, looked at Wei Yang from the edge of the bowl, and said with a smile: "There are many good martial arts secrets in my family, but do you have to learn it?"

"No, thank you, please eat more, yourselves." Wei Yang immediately gave up the plan to bring up the sign of the royal palace from some angle through this step.

Did the old man see him in his true face today, or did he see him in his false face today?
Chapter completed!