My imagination has come true

As expected, Mu Qingyun no longer paid attention to the male and female protagonists, and went to the outer city market for two days in a row to buy a lot of local specialties.

There are several boxes of wolf skins, as well as several tiger skins, fox skins, etc. Complete tiger skins like this are hard to find in later generations. Mr. Qiao raised a little leopard himself, but there is no tiger skin. Now that she bought it back, even if she didn't use it just to admire it, it was still a rare pleasure to the eyes.

In addition, there are a lot of sweaters. I plan to buy them back and give them as gifts, so that the nobles in the capital can set an example for the common people in the Daxi Dynasty.

After all, popular trends in the capital can easily affect the whole country.

Mu Qingyun was walking in the market, and Siming Shenjun would poke his head down from time to time to point at the various small commodities she was interested in.

"Black. I want black wolf skin. The brighter the fur, the better. I will add gold thread to make a big cloak for Ah Xuan. It will definitely make his skin whiter, brighter and better looking."

"Wrap these yarns into balls for me. I'll try to knit some woolen dolls to entertain the children."

Other items such as small stone carvings, wood carvings, jade pendants, gold and silver jewelry, as long as they are more refined, Siming Shenjun seems to be very interested in them. Whichever one she chooses, the value of the product will immediately double.

Seeing that the sales volume of wool has doubled, those caravans who were originally scrupulous about buying more were rushing to buy with large sums of money in their hands. Some people even reserved their shares for next year. Mu Qingyun immediately decided that during the time she stayed in Xichao, if she edited a movie, the plot would have to include a dozen soft advertisements. It is estimated that all the things they eat, use and play with, mortals must be special. interested.

There is no better spokesperson than a deity who can see it with his own eyes.

After staying in Xuanzhou City until winter, Mu Qingyun packed his bags with his children and guards and prepared to return to Beijing.

The children are young and have a lot to do. They go to the Yamen to finish their work.

People, after all, you still have to start well and end well.

In order to write papers, Wang Yingjie, Xi Niu, and Sun Mei traveled to many places with local officials in Xuanzhou. They also infiltrated the mission and had many contacts with the envoys of the Jinta tribe, and brought members of the security team with them. Together they followed the caravan and ran to the grassland.

Each of them is literate, especially proficient in arithmetic, and their brains are flexible. Even at first, the government and the caravans all regard them as oil lamps for the Clay Buddha to sit on, and offer them to them. But it will soon be discovered. What a great use for these kids.

Now that they are leaving, everyone in the magistrate's office, from the magistrate to the petty officials, is secretly reluctant to part with them.

You are capable and capable, you know how to do things, you don't know how to take credit, and you don't receive a salary. How useful it is. Not to mention that it is a thousand or ten thousand times better than those strong men who work as slaves. It is even better than the serious ones. Officials who have been petty officials for generations are also much better.

"Girls can do it too."

Before, they all felt that it would be inconvenient for girls to follow them around. It was just because of Mu Xianzi's status that she dared to worry but did not dare to speak out. But after running together for a long time, they found that girls are more powerful and are no worse than boys. How many.

Miss Sun and Miss Xiniu are both young girls, but they have a lot of energy. They can do everything a man can do, and they have to do better.

A group of boys and girls stayed in the Yamen for a while, because they had to check various old case files and old information. They tidied up the messy case files in a very orderly manner and made a thick booklet in which the information of all the case files was recorded in detail. .

It will save them a lot of trouble if they want to search for old case files in the future. "well."

Secretary Wang sighed and looked at Wang Yingjie and Sun Mei who were busy sorting out information. He had already begun to miss them before they left. Just as he was thinking of saying something, someone suddenly shouted from outside - "Guo Langjun is here." ? '

Everyone turned to look at Sun Mei.

Sun Mei rolled her eyes at Wang Yingjie and stood up to go out.

Guo Ji was holding four-color snacks in his hand, with a bit of embarrassment and politeness on his face. Sun Mei smiled without any concern in her eyes: "Guo Langjun is feeling well?"

"Thanks to...Miss Sun."

Guo Ji took a deep breath and bowed solemnly, "Miss Sun's kindness will never be forgotten by our Guo family. If Miss Sun has anything to do in the future, please don't be polite."

Sun Mei laughed: "General Guo is innocent in the first place. His escape is all thanks to the Holy Spirit. It has nothing to do with me. Guo Langjun is the one who must not be so polite."

After a few polite words to each other, Guo Ji finally said goodbye and turned around to leave the back door of the Yamen. Thinking of what his mother had said repeatedly, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Where can he catch up with Miss Sun today? If his mother wanted him to get married again with Miss Sun, she could only ask for it in her dreams.

He was scolded so badly by everyone in the Guo family, but he didn't care about it, and instead helped his father get out of trouble. He was always polite when they met again. That was because he was generous, and they didn't dare to go too far.

If Miss Sun hadn't had such a relaxed and generous temper, as long as she showed the slightest dissatisfaction, the Guo family would probably never stay in Dazhengguan, Dazhengfu, Xuanzhou City, where the sky can be seen in this large area. Not going down.

But this is the foundation of the Guo family. His father's lifelong glory is here, and the Guo family cannot leave at all.

Guo Ji exhaled and looked back, feeling empty and uncomfortable in his heart, as if he was just a little bit away from finding Miss Sun his wife.

In fact, he and Miss Sun had only met a few times, and they were not even familiar with each other. How could they have any deep friendship? But in the current situation, Miss Sun's magic soldiers descended from the sky to save him and their family, so she naturally had a bright aura about her, which he would never forget.

After working for several days, I finally packed my bags and headed back.

There was no need to worry so much on the way back. Mu Qingyun walked and played all the way. Wherever she went, the sky would follow.

She left easily, but here in the capital, Emperor Yongchang received countless messages from all over the country, and the memorials were piled up in mountains. It was as if the whole Daxi was discussing the Ming Lord in the sky, the Immortal Palace, and the gods. The matter with Tianbang was causing quite a stir.

The emperor was so worried that he looked forward to the stars and the moon, hoping that Fairy Mu would come back soon.

It’s not that I’m afraid of anything else, it’s just that the gods on this sky screen have no taboos, and sometimes their words are a bit scary. A while ago, Siming Shenjun even joked that all the emperors in the world touted themselves as the real dragon emperor. If it were true, the dragon body would be like They are all treasures. If dragon blood is poured into the ground, one acre of land may be able to produce tens of thousands of kilograms of food. Dragon meat is even more nutritious and can bring people back to life. Mortal emperors are all wild. I wonder if they can resist the impulse of others. , go catch a few to try the taste?
Emperor Yongchang: "..." (End of this chapter)