Datang: God-level Choice

Qin Huaidao smiled slightly, but he knew the news earlier than Du Gou.

The reason is actually very simple, but Li Er was trying to appease the eldest grandson Wuji, and by the way, he really wanted to see the abilities of these second generation.

After all, he has been Li Er's servant for many years, and Li Er is still very nostalgic.

A large part of the prosperity of Zhenguan came from Li Er's nostalgia. It was rare that these brothers who fought the world together were not purged, so the rule of Zhenguan in the prosperous Tang Dynasty was achieved.

As for the Autumn Hunt and the Poetry Conference, Qin Huaidao naturally would not disappoint Qin Qin Xiao Changle.

Thinking of Li Lizhi's hilarious smile, Qin Huaidao's face also had a hint of tenderness.

It's time to find a reason to go to the palace to see this little princess.

The location of Lantian County is actually good. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with beautiful scenery and original natural beauty.

If it is replaced by the later generations, this is definitely the most suitable place to build a villa. It is definitely refreshing to take a vacation in your spare time.

However, in the early Tang Dynasty, there was not even a decent road, and it is no wonder that such a good location was a poor place.

Under Fang Xuanling's care, the fief that the Ministry of Household finally assigned to Qin Huaidao was ten miles around the Wei River.

In addition to paying a little tax to the imperial court, this piece of land will belong to Qin Huaidao in the future.

The difference between a fief and a food town is that nothing needs to be done in the food town. For example, if a thousand households have a food town, the local officials will consciously send the tax revenue of the food town together, and the income is the income after deducting the road loss.

As for the fief, you need to operate it yourself, but you need to pay certain taxes.

The three of them rode around the entire fief and moved in a circle, all satisfied.

"I saw a Zhuangzi on the way. There are dozens of families living in it. A winery is built next to the Zhuangzi. The soldiers who moved in can live in the Zhuangzi."

"As for the original farmers, you can also hire them to help with chopping firewood, fetching water, etc. Just don't let them come into contact with the core secrets of winemaking."

Qin Huaidao came to a conclusion.

"Just leave these errands to the two of us. Boss, you can go to your princess with confidence."

Dugou expressed his stance with great loyalty.

"Alright, I have already explained everything to Qin Zhan, and he will arrange to purchase everything he needs, so you don't have to worry about the construction of the winery.

Your key point is to transport the immortal drunk to Luoyang on time, and open up the market in Luoyang first, and naturally countless businessmen will come to the door and sell the immortal drunk along the Grand Canal to various places. "

Qin Huaidao said with a smile.

This is the best use of the dummies. Each and every one of them is a high-profile figure, and everyone has to give some face. It is up to them to come forward, and which businessmen dare not play yin.

Otherwise, Cheng Chumo and Du Gou would dare to smash their shop directly, and then send all the shop owners to prison.

"This is easy to handle. We will ask people to say hello to the wine merchants in Chang'an and Luoyang. As for transportation, it is even simpler. The Cheng family has a fleet, and every time they return to Tongguan, the boat is empty. They just took it along by the way."

Cheng Chumo didn't care about the tunnel.

Recently, in order to show off, he took some time to get acquainted with the Cheng family's business, and Cheng Yaojin was also happy to see it, it was better than going out every day to spend the day.

The three chatted and laughed, and soon returned to Chang'an City, and went back to the house to prepare.

As soon as he got home, Qin Huaidao saw that Mrs. Zhang and Xin'er had been chatting in their small courtyard.

"Mother, why are you here? Just call the baby if you have something."

Qin Huaidao said with a smile.

"My mother is here to see what needs to be decorated and replaced, and I will send you a letter along the way."

"Send a letter?"

Qin Huaidao was stunned. Who would send him a letter these days, could it be kissing Xiao Changle?

Chapter [-] The Curious Xiner

"No, look at it for yourself."

Mrs Zhang said with a smile, "This letter was sent by someone from the palace this afternoon."

"According to the invitation, His Majesty will hold a poetry party in seven days, and Princess Changle will also attend, do you understand?"

"My son really has the ability. According to General Li, other countries and families are oral orders. Only the eldest grandson's family and our family are invitations. The invitations of the eldest grandson's family are written by His Majesty. As for our family, you can see for yourself."

Qin Huaidao took the letter and opened it. In addition to Li Erlong's flying white body, there was also a small unopened letterhead, which was Li Lizhi's handwriting.

"This girl."

A gentle smile appeared on Qin Huaidao's face. Although the letter simply said that the gift had been received, but it was sent together in the invitation card, Li Lizhi's heart was very clear.

However, Li Er, the cheap future father-in-law, has helped him so many times, and he didn't even give him a gift, which is too stingy.

Someday we must find a way to knock him out a little bit.

As for the Poetry Club, Qin Huaidao didn't take it to heart at all. If even the eldest Sun Chong couldn't handle it, how could he be a fool!

Now what he is thinking about is how to surprise Princess Changle in the poetry meeting, in return for Xiao Changle's performance of telling himself his heart regardless of the princess's restraint.

In the Changsun Mansion, Changsun Wuji and Changsun Chong both sat in the study with a hint of joy on their faces.

"This time, my father didn't care about his old face, and I won this opportunity for you. Don't miss it."

Zhangsun Wuji pointed to the handwriting on the invitation card and said, "This is His Majesty's handwriting."