Chapter 362： Female champion VS dandy 27 ┃ Fengyu: I dig a hole and dance by myself.

As soon as Zhuang Li stepped into the palace gate, Feng Ming, who was staying in the Hall of Mental Cultivation to meet the courtiers, received the news.

He immediately sent the idlers away, then came to the outside of the hall, and stood on the high steps looking at the only way to go.

After a while, the figure who was looking forward to it still did not appear, so he slowly walked down the steps and went to meet him at a position a little further ahead.

In this way, he stood on the side of the road and waited for a while, walked forward for a while, waited for a while, walked for a while, and actually blocked Zhuang Li who was strolling halfway.

The two just looked at each other and smiled, then one spread out their arms, the other flew over, and hugged happily.

"Why are you walking so slowly?" Feng Ming patted Zhuang Li's thin back lightly.

"Look there." Zhuang Li pointed to the persimmon tree on the side. The persimmon fruit on the tree was picked by the **** and the palace maid, but there was one on the top, which looked bright red, like a small lantern.

"I think it must be sweet." Zhuang Li said firmly.

"I'll pick it up for you." Feng Ming rolled up his sleeves.

"You carry me, I'll pick it up." Zhuang Li was eager to try.

The maids and maids standing around the two were completely numb to this rebellious behavior. For the emperor, every word of Lord Zhuang is more effective than the imperial decree.

Feng Ming didn't hesitate, he squatted down, pointed to his shoulder, and ordered, "Come up."

Zhuang Li immediately straddled his neck and was lifted high to pick the sweetest and only persimmon fruit on the top of the tree.

"Smell it." Zhuang Li bent down, handed the persimmon fruit to Feng Ming's nose, and chuckled, "This is the last persimmon in autumn. We will eat it together later."

Feng Ming smelled it seriously, and his lungs were indeed filled with a deep sweetness. Now he seems to be in a honey pot every day, which is probably God's compensation for him.

A quarter of an hour later, the two sat at the imperial table, staring at a cleanly washed orange and red persimmon fruit, neither of them said anything.

"You eat first." Feng Ming pushed the small plate in front of Zhuang Li.

"You eat first." Zhuang Li pushed back again.

"You eat, and give me the rest." Feng Ming shook his head.

The two of them didn't realize how childish their behavior was. They are rich all over the world, and they cherish an ordinary fruit so much.

"Even if there is only one bite, I will give you half." Zhuang Li picked up the fruit and smiled slyly.

Feng Ming didn't have time to think about the meaning of this sentence when he saw him gently smashing the thin skin of the persimmon with his teeth, sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking the overflowing sweet juice. suck.

Just one bite, one lick, one suck, three simple movements, caused Feng Ming's lower abdomen to swell.

All kinds of thrilling pictures began to appear in his mind again, and these pictures were sweeter than the persimmon fruit in front of him.

But he soon realized he was wrong.

As long as Zhuang Li is willing, he can make everything in the world sweet.

He took a sip of the thick and sweet juice, kissed Feng Ming's lips lightly, and then opened the gap between his teeth and slowly passed the honey. The juice was slippery and greasy, and the tip of his juice-soaked tongue was smoother and greasy.

Feng Ming finally understood what it means to "have only one bite, and I will also give you half". He immediately sucked the juice and entangled the tip of Zhuang Li's tongue.

The two of them kissed each other, their eyelids closed slightly, their eyes closed, and they only focused on feeling each other's existence.

After kissing for a long time, they parted.

Feng Ming naturally wiped the silver thread from the corner of Zhuang Li's lips with his fingertips.

"Sweet or not?" Zhuang Li chuckled lightly while wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Sweet." Feng Ming also smiled lowly.

When I met Zhuang Li, he smiled more in a few months than in the past few decades.

"Then start the work." Zhuang Li brought the mountains of memorials to him. Looking at this number, he knew that Feng Ming definitely didn't have the heart to work when he wasn't there.

"Okay." Feng Ming obediently opened the memorial, but his eyes flicked over.

Zhuang Li pretended not to notice, quickly read the memorials, and then arranged them neatly.

Feng Ming was still staring at him, and he had no intention of handling any government affairs.

After a full quarter of an hour, Zhuang Li said lazily, "Have you seen enough?"

Feng Ming simply put down the memorial and reminded, "Did you forget something?"

His dark eyes hide longing and caution, as innocent as a child.

Faced with him like this, Zhuang Li's joking thoughts all dissipated. He took out a note from his purse and gently scratched the tip of Feng Ming's nose, with a sweet smile in his voice: "Well, take it."

Pulling today's spiritual food into the palm of his hand, Feng Ming immediately returned to a state of vitality. With a smile on his face, he took out the password stick and slowly wrapped the note, only to see this sentence written on it: [This winter, I want to take you home for the Chinese New Year. 】

It was a very ordinary sentence, without any sweet words, but it made Feng Ming's whole heart rippling.

For the next few months, he will be immersed in the joy of welcoming the new year with the people he loves.

In the past, age was a torment for him, and living an extra year, month, or day was torture. Now, like a child, he is eagerly looking forward to the day to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

"So happy?" Zhuang Li stroked Fengming's raised lips, and said softly, "I'll put a big red envelope under your pillow, and you won't be able to open it until you get up the next morning."

Feng Ming smiled like a big boy: "Okay, I'll stuff one for you too."

"You also need to prepare my sister's red envelope. You are her sister-in-law after all." Zhuang Li reminded.

"What sister-in-law?" Feng Ming frowned pretending to be angry, and then corrected happily, "She should call me eldest brother."

He ordered his servant to bring over the list of his private treasury, flipped through it with great interest, and told Zhuang Li that this gem-worthy younger sister would definitely like it. The two chatted and forgot about the pile of memorials.

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At noon the next day, Zhuang Li dragged his exhausted but contented body back home, but he was confronted by his disgraced and grief-stricken sister.

Her hands were covered in black ashes, and the corner of her robe was torn off, as if she was in great trouble.

"What's wrong?" Zhuang Li's lazy expression immediately turned cold and solemn.

"My factory was burned down!" Zhuang Xiaohui fell into the chair, her eyes filled with tears, but she was stubbornly reluctant to cry.

Wan Jun brought a basin of hot water and silently helped her wipe her dirty cheeks and hands.

"Is anyone injured?" Zhuang Li asked in a deep voice.

"Six injuries, none of which are serious, now I'm applying medicine at Father Tan's place, and a little girl was burned to ashes, and I can't find it anymore!" Zhuang Xiaohui said with grief.

"Burn to ashes? Can't even find the bones?" Zhuang Li raised his eyebrows.

Zhuang Xiaohui nodded, and tears fell: "Yes, like those machines, they are all burnt out. Everyone and I rummaged in the ashes for a long time and couldn't find it. I remember her, a very beautiful and clever little girl who learned Everything is fast, and the mouth is very sweet. When I see me, I keep calling my sister. I hurt her. "

Faced with such a huge loss, Zhuang Xiaohui is still most concerned about human life.

If the machine is gone, it can be rebuilt, but if the human is gone, it is really gone.

Zhuang Li fixedly looked at her and said slowly, "The human body can be burned to ashes at a high temperature of 2000 degrees in a closed environment for an hour. Do you understand what I mean?"

"I don't quite understand." Zhuang Xiaohui's mind couldn't move.

Wan Jun whispered in her ear: "It means that the fire last night couldn't burn a living person to ashes. If she dies, we will definitely find her body."

Zhuang Xiaohui's eyes gradually brightened: "She is not dead?"

"She must not have been in the fire." Zhuang Li tapped the table and asked, "Is the fire accident or man-made?"

Wan Jun immediately bent down and replied: "The fire started from the warehouse. Our people smelled the smell of tung oil near the warehouse. Someone must have set the fire on purpose."

"The rest are all there, but there is only one missing. What do you think about the inexplicable fire?" Zhuang Li looked at his sister.

Zhuang Xiaohui's tears had dried up, and there was a fierce light in her eyes. Her face-changing skills are also fast enough.

"Okay, among so many people, I value her the most, and I promised to hand over the entire factory to her. But she betrayed me! Brother, was she bought by someone? Did she bring a machine with her? 's manufacturing map ran away? What should I do now?" Zhuang Xiaohui subconsciously sought help from her brother.

Zhuang Li said calmly, "What do you think?"

Zhuang Xiaohui was stunned for a moment, and then said, "I have to think about it."

Zhuang Li pointed out: "A secret that everyone knows is not a secret. And something that everyone has, it is worthless, don't you think?"

"Yes!" Zhuang Xiaohui seemed to realize something, and the fierce light in her eyes turned into pure light.

"The more you are at this time, the more calm you have to be. If the person who stole your stuff wants to make money, he will definitely make a big move after a while. You should wait for him to jump into the pit himself."

Zhuang Li stretched his waist and waved his hand: "I'm going to bed, you should wash up and go to bed. It's just a small handicraft workshop, and it will burn as soon as it burns. The frost and snow will be thawed in spring next year, and my brother will help you build a water-powered Dachang. The manufacturing process of the water-driven machine is very complicated. Without my personal guidance, the most powerful craftsmen would steal it out to disassemble it and study it, and there would be no way to make it exactly the same.”

"Okay. Go to sleep, brother. Seeing the sister-in-law tossing you." Zhuang Xiaohui was completely relieved, and didn't forget to tease.

Seeing the wild and unrestrained sister-in-law, she gradually didn't feel that it was a bad thing for women to be more active and enthusiastic. Doesn't your brother seem to be enjoying himself?

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Zhuang Xiaohui really fell dormant here, and the burned factory was there. She neither sent someone to clean it up, nor hired someone to rebuild it, nor did she rush to build a new machine.

She rides out of the city in a carriage every day, wanders around towns and villages, chats with local women, and doesn't return home until sunset.

Feng Yu sent someone to inquire about Zhuang Xiaohui's current situation, and when she learned that she had nothing to do all day, she sneered: "Women are so timid and cowardly, they completely withdraw after being frightened. What are you kidding? Women are all bitches, if you give her a whip, if you beat her to pieces, she will know how powerful you are."

His aides chimed in one after another, and spoke very contemptuously towards women.

Having obtained the blueprints of the spinning machine and the shuttle loom, Feng Yu bought a vast land, built many greenhouses, hired hundreds of workers, and built hundreds of machines. She traveled thousands of miles to the northwest, spending high prices. Purchased a large batch of cotton, which dries vigorously.

After such a tossing, the silver in his hand has been completely consumed. But he didn't panic at all, the market in the capital was saturated, and he could ship these cloths to all parts of Dayan, and even sell them to the barbarians around. At that time, he will continue to earn money back.