Chapter 486

"It seems comfortable."

Li Luoyang slowly opened his eyes, slowly breathed out a breath and waved to Xiao Si'er.

"What are you doing?"

The person who came over was mo Jiao.

"I just want to take a bath. Do you want to help?"

"Get out! Hurry, it's smelly!" Mo Jiao covered her nose and instructed Xiao Si'er to work. Xiao Si'er didn't complain about this. He honestly helped Li Luoyang up. In fact, Li Luoyang is not unable to walk by himself. His back pain has already disappeared in the process of constantly drinking water, but now he feels very weak, as if he had just given birth to a child.

"Master, do you want me to rub your back?"

"No, I'll do it myself."

Li Luoyang shook his head. He didn't want to give himself to a man. Even if the man was his apprentice, Li Luoyang couldn't accept it. However, at this time, if you don't need help from others, you will have to suffer a little. You almost completed the work of bathing only by perseverance.

"I'm starving to death, I'm starving to death." when Li Luoyang came out of the bathhouse, he sat down in the shaky place and shouted again and again. Xiao Si'er over there was like an ant on a hot pot. Hurry to make trouble.

"I still have white flour here, and I still have white flour here." a bald Wu family suddenly took out half a bag of white flour from the monk's uniform.

"Where did you come from, you white face?"

"Whatever, hurry to make steamed bread!"

"Yes, yes!"

The monks of the Wu family are full of gossip. It seems to them that Li Luoyang has just come back from the dead. This time is more dangerous than any situation. Although everyone may be hungry next, you can't watch Li Luoyang starve to death. It's the person arranged by the eldest lady. If you die in front of them, how can you tell the eldest lady later?

Li Luoyang doesn't know what the monks are thinking. It must be too late to make steamed bread with white flour. Fortunately, everyone is not the kind of person who doesn't touch the spring water of the sun. It's too late to make steamed bread. At least you can make pastry. The white pastry is cooked with a pile of vegetables and a few pieces of bacon. The taste is also very beautiful for Li Luoyang now.

"Comfortable."

After eating three bowls of noodles, almost the weight of a pot, Li Luoyang patted his bulging belly to show that he was satisfied.

"Now that you're full, should you go to work?"

Mo Jiao frowned. She didn't think that Li Luoyang ate too much, but that she felt a little hungry. Just now, if Li Luoyang couldn't finish eating, maybe she would really ask for a bowl to eat. However, after seeing Li Luoyang's eating picture, Mo Jiao endured and had no image.

"Work? Do I have any work? Haven't I done everything I should do? Haven't you all arranged people outside the city?"

"I've heard about the plan you said. Personally, I don't think there's any problem. I'll start to copy the house at dawn tomorrow morning!"

"Ah?"

Li Luoyang was really startled by Mo Jiao's straightforward strength! Is this going to copy the family? Although nine and a half of the ten grain merchants were black hearted merchants, the impact of copying the family in this way on the whole society was quite huge, not to mention that there was a "merchant Federation" that might never have appeared in other feudal dynasties in the Wu Zhou Dynasty.

Li Luoyang has always had doubts about this organization. What is the purpose of this organization? Li Luoyang is always curious. He vaguely feels that it has something to do with himself or his family.

"Fortunately, I never wanted to be an emperor. If I copy my family, I will copy my family. What does it have to do with me?"

"You lead a team to copy these. Take these monks."

When Mo Jiao said this, she just saw a bald head holding a large pot of boiled noodles. She was drinking the last soup in the pot. Somehow, seeing this scene, Mo Jiao suddenly felt that she was not hungry and even wanted to vomit.

"Do you really want me to lead the team?"

Quarrel for a while and turn back to the crematorium. After watching the feudal official films performed by Zhou Xingxing, Li Luoyang always has a little shadow over the scribe. This shadow mainly comes from his distrust of himself. He feels that he will certainly be like Zhou Xingxing. He can't help but put his favorite things in his arms. However, if he doesn't have the "anti heaven" attribute of Zhou Xingxing's classmates, it may be the source of his own death.

"Of course, otherwise I'll tell you something. It's settled. Take the list and there will be a Yamen to cooperate with you tomorrow morning!"

"Well, good."

When Li Luoyang said good words, Mo Jiao had turned and left, because she couldn't stay any longer. Another bald monk took over the big pot and began licking the bottom of the pot.

Well, do you dare to be more disgusting?

"Everyone has it."

Li Luoyang didn't pay attention to Mo Jiao's expression at all. He turned a blind eye to the monks' actions and asked Wu San and others to come, "tomorrow we're going to copy the house. Are you happy?"

"What is copying?"

"Can I eat it?"

"Is it delicious?"

Well, look, everyone is hungry. When it comes to anything, the first thing I think of is to eat. Even a group of people who didn't starve very much have green eyes. It can be imagined to what extent the people in and outside the city have reached. Considering these reasons, Li Luoyang didn't object to Mo Jiao's task. It's too simple to copy the family.

"Copying a family is to go to a very rich family and find out all the rich and edible things in his family. At the same time, don't let anyone go. Well, there may be resistance."

"Copying is robbery?"

"And rob a rich family?"

"Is that really good?"

"The owner seems to have said that we can't use force to do bad things."

Unexpectedly, these "monks" still have so many broken thoughts. Li Luoyang frowned and coughed: "Listen to me, house copying is not robbery. House copying is a robbery permitted by the government. Oh, no, it's the punishment of the imperial court for a bad man, so don't have psychological pressure. We'll do a good job when we go to house copying. The houses we're going to copy tomorrow are all black hearted businessmen. They secretly greedy for ink. They used to be the food of the people in the whole city, and then go high when there is a food shortage It's a bad conscience to sell at a low price! "

"That's damned!"

"Yes, copy the house!"

"Well, copy!"

"Copy together!"

"You copy first, I copy again!"

"Copy again!"

Li Luoyang covered his forehead. He always felt that a "copycat" came out of the mouths of Wu monks and changed his taste. I don't know how the brains of these monks grow. Is it because they were abandoned as orphans because of their natural brain problems, or because they practiced their muscles in their brains in the process of cultivation?

"Forget it, no matter what, you all have a rest. We'll go to copy the house after dawn!"