Chapter 224: ‘Liu’s Fat House’, I’m giving it to someone!

"Young Master, I heard that Liu Yi had returned last night. You should be more careful these days." Hou Yun, the butler of the Shangshu Mansion, bowed his body and reported to Wu Zuijian.

"Oh," Wu Zuijian leaned on the chair, nodded lightly as if nothing had happened, and said, "Uncle Yun, just a commoner, is it necessary to be so worried and lose his courage?"

After returning from Tuyuhun, Wu Zuijian heard Liu Yi's name, just a humble merchant and craftsman. He did not take him to heart. Even when he came back from outside that day, when he came back from the side, he did it on purpose.

As a horse soldier who has been fighting for many years, the war horse is his second life. How could he make his foal make such a mistake?

Seeing Wu Zuijian like this, Hou Yun couldn't help but shook his head slightly. The young master, they were all good, but they were too arrogant. If this continues, sooner or later, one day they will suffer a great loss.

"But, young master," Hou Yun bent down and said lightly: "Although Liu Yi has a humble identity and no power, he is still the savior of the Queen and His Highness of the Crown Prince. If this matter is heard by the Queen and His Highness of the Crown Prince, it will not be a good thing."

"And I heard that Liu Yi has a good martial arts. Even Feng Xiaoyi, the adopted son trained by Duke Yi himself, is not his opponent. I am worried that he will come to trouble the young master. Well, also, this morning, there was a hundred and twenty coins of silver in the mansion for no reason. It looked very strange. Maybe it was Liu Yi who did it. Although he didn't know what his purpose was, it was always right to be careful."

Hou Yun was an old man who had been with Hou Junji for many years. He looked at people and things with a sharp look.

"Uncle Yun is worried too much," Wu Zuijian glanced at Hou Yun and said, "The local county magistrate has made a conclusion about the matter that day, and we all admit that we have paid the penalty and paid the money. Even if the queen and the crown prince know, they can't say anything. As for that Liu Yi, if he really dares to come, with my martial arts, will he still have a chance to go back?"

Wu Zuijian is very confident in his martial arts skills at the age of fourteen. Those are all killer moves that are slightly honed from the battlefield.

What's the point of defeating Feng Xiaoyi? If you really attack the death move, Feng Xiaoyi, a young man who has never been on the battlefield, will never be able to pass him for ten rounds.

"Don't care who gave the money, just accept it. If the money is too much, who can't bite?" Wu Zuijian sat up from the chair and turned his head indifferently and said to Hou Yun: "I haven't returned to Chang'an for more than a year, and many places have not changed much. Yesterday I heard that a new 'Zuifeng Garden' was opened on the edge of the West City. I asked a few friends to go out for fun. If there is anything, Uncle Yun can send someone there to find me."

"Oh~" Hou Yun wanted to remind him a few more words, but Wu Zuijian had already walked out of the hall door, so he couldn't help but shake his head slightly, and then opened his mouth to the space outside the door and ordered: "Hou Yi, Hou Er, you follow the young master these days, don't let him have any accidents."

"Yes!" He answered out of thin air, and then there was no more noise.

"I hope it will be safe, right? Alas!" Hou Yun shook his head lightly, shook his one arm, and then entered the inner courtyard.

Wu Zuijian was twenty years old. His biological father Wu Qingfeng. Hou Junji personally followed his generals in his early years and died as Baohou Junji. Later Hou Junji accepted his son as his adopted son and treated him as his own son.

He practiced martial arts at the age of four and had a very high talent. At the age of ten, he shot and killed a top assassin with his own hands. At the age of fourteen, he followed Hou Junji to fight south and north, killing countless enemies. He was one of the five tiger generals under Hou Junji.

He is arrogant, arrogant, good at drinking, slightly lustful, and likes to linger among the fireworks and wine alleys.

Liu Yi looked through the information that Yang Bofang gave him, thinking about what Yang Bofang had said to him just now.

If you want to take revenge, you must not be able to get back from Hou Junji from Tuyuhun, otherwise there will be no chance.

"Young Master, do we still need it in the county government?" After getting on the carriage, Liu Wuchen spoke a few Liushu and asked for instructions.

"No need, just find someone to deliver the gifts in the car to him. Tell him that I'm back and thank him for acquitting my father." Liu Yi put the information back into the box and whispered to Liu Wuchen.

With Uncle Yang pleading, he no longer had to see Qu Tu do it again, but some things were still needed to let the Qu Tu County Magistrate know. That is, he, Liu Yiu, is back.

"Yes, young master." Liu Wuchen nodded understandingly.

"Well, how has the business of 'Feifang' been there these days? Is the sales of fertilizer still going smoothly?" Liu Yiuan put the wooden box aside, leaned back lightly, and opened his mouth to ask Liu Wuchen about the effectiveness of 'Liu's Feifang'.

"If you say goodbye to the young master, everything will go smoothly." Liu Wuchen replied to Liu Yi without thinking: "The night fragrance transported by the military and towns every day can basically be sold out on the same day. When purchasing goods, one cent per barrel and two cent per barrel when shipped. In Chang'an and Sanyuan alone, nearly three thousand barrels are sold every day, with a pure profit of nearly three cents. At this rate, these two workshops can earn about ninety cents a month."

Ninety cents a month, which doesn’t seem to be a lot, but this is just the income from Chang'an and Sanyuan. If it is added to the current income from workshops in major counties and counties in the Tang Dynasty, as well as the income from smaller counties in the future, Liu Wuchen is a little unimaginable. One thousand cents or two thousand cents a month will be a decimal.

This is a very profitable industry. No wonder Liu Yiu took it so seriously that he even bargained with the emperor and signed a so-called contract.

Liu Wuchen stayed silently and looked at Liu Yi quietly. He could turn the waste into treasure and turn Ye Xiang, who was extremely disgusted by the noble scholars, into a tool for making money. Liu Yi was a business genius.

"Yes." Liu Yi nodded gently, with small profits but quick turnover. It was not beyond his expectations that "Liu's Fat House" could achieve such an achievement.

"After you get home, you can calculate the money you earned in the past month as soon as possible and transport it to your home." Liu Yi knocked on his finger and said slowly: "Then hand over all the land deeds and management powers of those workshops, and I want to give it to someone."

"What?!" Liu Wuchen widened his eyes, very suspicious and confused Liu Yi's words just now. It took nearly a month to finally let "Liu's Fat House" enter a favorable and formal cycle. How could Liu Yi think of giving it to someone again?

One thousand guan a month, and even more will be more in the future. He is willing to give up?

Who is he going to give to? Why is this? Liu Wuchen was puzzled, but he nodded gently. He was a housekeeper, and he knew that Liu Yi was not a fool.

"It's better to prepare for it tonight. I'll take them to Chang'an City tomorrow." Liu Yi slowly narrowed his eyes. One thousand guan a month, but it was 1,200 guan at a time. At this price, I don't think anyone would say anything more to someone's leg.

"I know, Master, these things will appear in front of you tomorrow." Liu Wuchen had probably guessed Liu Yi's thoughts and responded respectfully.

Wu Zuijian? Liu Yi sneered softly, then looked at the information in the box, and must not let him be free until the end of this month.

When he got home, Lao Liu was trying out his new type of driving, a wooden wheelchair in the yard.

Liu Yiu painted it according to the structure and model of a modern wheelchair. Unexpectedly, Yuan Fang's workmanship speed would be so fast. He actually made it in just one morning.

Although the wooden wheel chair is as good as the modern iron wheelchair, it can barely be used for transportation.

Seeing Liu Yi coming back from outside, Liu He pushed Lao Liu up to meet him. Seeing the expression on Liu He's face, it was obviously much better than yesterday.

"Brother! Hug!" Before Liu He and the others, Liu Xiaohui, who had been following their butts, ran up first, stretched out her arms, and hugged Liu Yi's legs.

"Well, Xiaohui be good!" Liu Yi transformed and pinched Liu Xiaohui into his arms, and shaved her little nose with a smile.

"Yiyi, you really have the intention of this chair." Lao Liu looked at their eldest son and said to Liu Yi with feelings.

This wheelchair is much more useful than the previous crutch, and he could feel the filial piety of his eldest son.

"Okay, dad and mom, they are all family, so there is no need to say these words. Let's go back to the house and have a conversation." Liu Yi picked up Liu Xiaohui high and said to Lao Liu and Liu He with a smile.

"Well," Lao Liu nodded, looked at Liu Yiyi, and said, "One, Dad's legs have become like this now. Dad can never plant the 120 acres of land. You will send someone to take over the place. Whether to keep or to redeem is all up, it depends on you. Don't let them be wasted."

"I know, dad, I'll send Li Laozhan to the field to take a look later. I'll talk about everything after this season." Liu slowed down and put his speed in the wheelchair.

"Fortunately, you are here in our Liu family, otherwise my father would be like this now, and I don't know what he will look like in the future." Liu Laoshi looked at his right leg and sighed lightly. At the same time, there was a hint of relief on his face. With the eldest son in the family, the blue sky of the Liu family did not collapse.
Chapter completed!