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Chapter 707 Why not fight for him?

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    When Yunqiao got home, she found the book she had hidden at the bottom of the box.

    At that time, in addition to the "Burial Sutra", she also had this "Tian Xuan Yun Yue".

    ¡°She thought it was a travelogue, similar to a novel, after all, the names were similar.

    But after unfolding it, it was discovered that it was not the case at all.

    There are not only ice-making techniques, but also a series of methods such as using flame salt to make gunpowder, quickly extracting fine salt, etc.

    The key is that these methods were not available in the Zhou Dynasty.

    Geng was working on the kang. When he saw his daughter, she took out a book and read it again, and said with a smile:

    "Hey, someone asked you to read Feng Shui again?"

    Yun Qiao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then shook his head and said:

    "Then so many people want me to know Feng Shui, who can believe me?"

    "Why not?" Mr. Geng joked, "Yang Mao's wife doesn't have any children! The Qingnian wife next door doesn't have any children. And the Luffy Yang family, aren't they all your work? They all gave you gifts of thanks.  .¡±

    Yun Qiao curled her lips, shifted her gaze back to the book, and said:

    "Mom, please stop teasing me. I'll read my son's book for a while while you're busy."

    "Haha" Geng chuckled, but he really didn't make fun of her anymore.

    He bit off his head and shook his head, took his clothes, went to the ground to put on his shoes, and said:

    "I'll go next door to see Yang Mi. Your Uncle Zhong and the others have just moved here."

    "Okay." Yun Qiao responded without raising her head, concentrating on reading.

    Seeing this, Mr. Geng shook his head funny, got up and went out.

    She tore out the ice-making page and burned it.

    Keep everything else, after all, Mr. Teng didn¡¯t comment.

    If the ice-making technique is real, then these are pretty much the same.

    "Ruotang, set the table and grind."

    Ruotang was sitting on the ground outside the room. Hearing the sound, he entered the room and started to prepare.

    Yun Qiao took out the salt page from the book and copied it carefully.

    Where Mr. Teng got this book, I don¡¯t know yet.

    But the things inside, no matter which one they are, will bring different changes to this dynasty.

    She could understand why Mr. Teng knew about it but didn't tell him.

    After all, such a monarch does not deserve these things.

    But now it¡¯s Xiao Wu, and this book was seen by her by chance.

    If you are a quasi-sister-in-law, you can only read the first few pages of the book before pulling it down.

    She knows Yui Wanrou. That girl has all the rules engraved in her bones and it is difficult for her to innovate.

    After copying everything and drying the ink, I wrote another letter to Yun Zhen.

    Since the second brother has a business acumen, she can¡¯t help much, but if she has this ability, why not fight for him?

    Regardless of whether it is official or private, she believes that after this method is introduced, the second brother will definitely have a way to do it.

    As long as you have a fight with salt, it is equivalent to having a life-saving talisman.

    No matter what happens in the future, as long as the second brother does not break the law, everything will be safe and smooth.

    After writing the letter, carefully fold a few pieces of paper and put them into the envelope.

    After sealing it with beeswax, he said:

    "Have someone send it to my second brother. Tell your second brother to look at it when you get home."

    Ruotang nodded understandingly, took the letter and went out.

    Yunqiao looked at the book lying beside him.

    I reached out and wanted to tear off the salt-making page, but after thinking about it, I still kept it.

    This book passed through Xuanyuan Ye¡¯s hands and it should be more meaningful to hand it over to Chen Xiaowu.

    But before giving it, I still have to tell Yui Wanrou.

    Although she has given the book to herself, she still has to let her know what is inside

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    After returning from dinner in the county, Yun Qiao sent Yang Ying, a drunkard, home.

    Last time too, he was the most drunk.

    Yang Mao was also a little tilted, so Li Tiezhu supported him and went to the west room.

    Yang Erle looked at his two sons and said with a smile:

    "I'm not as good at drinking as you guys. Sanji, when we get to the military camp, train him well."

    Yunji nodded with a smile and said:

    "Sure, it's easy."

    Seeing this, the Zhao family silently patted the head of the house.

    "Sanji, you guys are on your way tomorrow, and he's drunk like this, is that okay?"

    Yun Ji nodded with a smile and said nonchalantly:

      "Don't worry, Auntie, we have to go to the Liaodong Military Camp tomorrow to order a meal before we leave. If you're not in a hurry, we hope to leave after lunch."

    "Ah, it's going to happen, so don't worry."

    Da Zhao saw them off as they walked, looked at Yun Qiao, smiled and said:

    "Are your clothes appropriate? If not, take them back and my aunt will change them for you."

    "No, no, it's just right. Thank you, Auntie." Yun Qiao responded.

    Da Zhao and Yang Erle sent them out together.

    After watching him leave, he closed the courtyard door and went back to the house to take care of the two drunkards.

    "Daddy, I'll go to the boss's house to help. You and Sanjin will take care of Brother Ying."

    "Okay." Yang Erle nodded and took his youngest son to the west room.

    The big pot had already been boiled with water. He scooped out a basin and wiped it with a handkerchief for Yang Ying.

    Perhaps feeling the warmth and humidity, he opened his eyes in confusion, grinned and said:

    "Dad!"

    Yang Erle originally wanted to say something, but he was like this, so it was hard to say anything.

    He sighed lightly and said with a little distress:

    "If you can't drink, just drink less. No one is forcing you."

    "That's not possible! If I don't want to be a general, I have to be a centurion like Yun Ji." Yang Ying said stubbornly.

    Holding his father¡¯s arm, he said with straight eyes:

    "Dad, don't worry, my son will definitely hiccup, he will definitely make a name for himself. Sanjin, you study hard, hiccup, whatever the second brother says I'll give it to you!"

    Seeing his son like this, Yang Erle sighed happily and said:

    "You, please stop saying a few words and take a break. You don't have to make a name for yourself. Saving your own life is more important than anything else."

    After experiencing so many things, Yang Erle is now at ease.

    The daughter is gone, leaving only three sons.

    As long as his sons are safe, he has nothing else to do.

    Yang Ying smiled drowsily at his father and said stupidly:

    "Today, that girl Yunqiao even praised dad. She said that dad is doing well now and that he is warm-hearted. Dad, you have to hold on, and you will see your son respect his father in the future. Hiccup, huh¡ª¡ª"

    A big mouthful of alcohol rushed towards Yang Erle, which was quite choking.

    ¡°But looking at his stupid look, I really couldn¡¯t bear to scold him.

    "Uh-huh" He agreed and helped him take off his clothes and put them under the quilt.

    When the youngest son went out to pour the water and came back, Yang Erle looked at his sleeping son and said:

    "Study hard, your second brother and father will support you, and you will become famous. Just like the old Yun family, one civil official and one military officer, then the lintel of our old Yang family will be widened."

    Hearing this, Sanjin nodded heavily, his eyes firm.

    Yang Erle pointed to the quilt and waited for him to get in before blowing out the candles and waiting for his wife in the east room.

    When Mrs. Zhao came back, she saw her husband sitting there with a blank look on his face, and asked in confusion:

    "What happened?"

    "It's okay." Yang Erle shook his head, wiped his face, and said, "I did something wrong before and made all three sons lose face. I can't do that anymore."

    ¡°Hey, is the sun coming out from the west?

    Mrs. Zhao did not ridicule him, but said softly:

    "Okay, go to bed on the kang, I won't be able to get up tomorrow, you have to help me."

    "well."

    The couple got on the Kang and blew out the candles (remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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