Li Jue used his courtyard in Qinglongfang as a central kitchen to fry various kinds of fried dough sticks, fried cakes, and fried pancakes. There were also people specifically assigned to grind soybeans, make wontons, steam buns, and so on.

The others each pushed a small cart and went all over Chang'an to sell their wares, splitting the profits 50/50 after deducting costs.

At first, the people of Sanglinzhuang were not very willing. After all, the traditional concept of valuing agriculture and suppressing commerce made them feel that doing small business was a bit shameful.

But after following Li Jue around for a few days and seeing that they could earn dozens of coins every day, they immediately became more enthusiastic.

Not only did he shout loudly when setting up his stall, but he also stopped hiding from acquaintances as before. Instead, he stood tall and happily invited them to patronize his stall.

On this day, Li Jue strolled over to Pan Hu's stall.

"Uncle Tiger, how's business lately?"

"Thanks to the young master, our business is booming now, hahaha!"

"Oh, by the way, an old man said he wanted to meet you the other day!"

"oh?"

"What old man? I don't want to see any high-ranking officials like that!"

Pan Hu scratched his head awkwardly upon hearing this.

"This old servant cannot discern the other party's identity, but I feel that the other party is probably not an ordinary person..."

Just as the two were chatting, Changsun Wuji heard his subordinate's report and hurriedly rode over in a carriage.

However, he was shocked by Li Jue's appearance after only lifting the carriage curtain and taking a peek.

"This child looks somewhat familiar..."

Changsun Wuji instinctively felt that the little boy in front of him resembled someone, but he was not sure.

After all, he hadn't seen Li Jue for two years, and he simply couldn't believe that two years could have allowed a six-year-old boy to grow into such a tall and strong young man.

Now, let alone eight years old, he wouldn't doubt that the child is ten years old!

However, looking at the child's eyebrows and eyes, he still resembled Li Jue somewhat, which made him doubt the child's identity again.

Could there really be people in the world who are so similar?

Li Jue chatted with Pan Hu for a while, and just as he was about to return to the courtyard of Qinglongfang, he was suddenly stopped by an old man wearing a dark purple robe.

"You are Li Zhong?"

"You know me?"

"Hehe, I've heard a little about it..."

Upon hearing this, Li Jue blinked, his face filled with disbelief.

If he remembered correctly, Old Li had asked him to take over his son's title, so he deduced that the name Li Zhong must have been made up by Old Li on the spot, and no one should know him.

"I'm sorry, you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Shi Dakai!"