"I saw rats stealing food in the kitchen!"
"I ran into the bamboo forest chasing mice."
What?
Rat?!
There are still rats in this mountain?
Qi Pan asked, "How is it? Did you catch it?"
Twelve shook his head, "No."
He looked at Eleven beside him, then looked at Qi Pan and asked.
"What are you doing here?"
Qi Pan said, "Oh, I'll come with him to cut two bamboos."
Oh, cutting bamboo.
Twelve said, "Then I will come with you. I am strong and can carry the bamboo for you."
Qi Pan looked at the man in front of him, his strong physique and muscular arms.
Nodding, "Okay."
Arriving at the bamboo forest, Eleven held an axe and asked, "Guest, which bamboo would you like to chop? Do you have any requests?"
Qi Pan looked at the large area of bamboo in front of him and said casually.
"When making bamboo chairs, the bamboo is very important. You must choose old bamboo that is still straight and translucent even after a little yellowing."
"This kind of bamboo is of the best quality. The chairs made from it are not only beautiful but also strong and durable."
She pointed and said, "Just those few. Cut them off."
"Okay!"
Eleven strode forward, holding an axe.
"Pooh, pooh!"
He spat on his hands twice, grabbed the axe with both hands, and chopped hard at the bottom of the bamboo!
“Crack!”
"Bang!"
A bamboo fell down with a sound.
Twelve stepped forward, dragged out the fallen bamboo and put it aside.
“Crack!”
"Bang!"
“Crack!”
"Bang!"
........
After a while, Eleven had chopped down five or six bamboos.
He put the axe behind his waist, dragged a bamboo with one hand, and walked towards the inn.
Twelve picked up the remaining bamboos and carried them on his shoulders.
He turned around and looked at Qi Pan. "Guest, you go in front and I'll drag the bamboo behind."
"There's a lot of smoke and dust behind."
"good."
Qi Pan nodded and then walked quickly to the front.
She originally wanted to help, but she didn't expect to be unable to help at all.
After placing all the bamboos on the open space in front of the inn, Eleven Twelve looked at Qi Pan and asked.
"Guest, what should we do next?"
Qi Pan said, "First, clean the bamboo branches and thorns from the bamboo joints, then measure the size and saw the bamboo into the appropriate length."
"Come on! Get busy!"
"Okay!"
Eleven and Twelve responded and immediately started to work.
...........
Xianyang Palace.
Ying Zheng sat behind the imperial desk and turned his head to give instructions to Zhao Gao beside him.
"Zhao Gao."
Zhao Gao hurried forward and said, "Your servant is here."
"Go to the weaving department and have them make two robes according to this size."
"Hurry up, I want it tomorrow morning."
After saying that, he handed over a piece of cloth.
Qi Pan’s height and body shape are written above.
"promise."
Zhao Gao hurriedly took the cloth with both hands, walked out of the hall quickly, and trotted into the weaving department.
When the female official from the Weaving Department saw Zhao Gao coming in, she hurried forward to pay her respects.
"Greetings, Lord Zhao. I don't know why Lord Zhao has come. But what are your instructions?"
Zhao Gao took out the cloth given by Ying Zheng from his sleeve and handed it to the female official.
"Your Majesty has ordered the weaving department to make two robes according to this size."
"We need it tomorrow morning, so you better hurry up."
What? !
Tomorrow morning?!
Yi Qingqiu, a female official from the Weaving Department, asked in surprise, "Why is it so urgent? Do you need it tomorrow?"
Making a robe involves a variety of complicated processes.
Under normal circumstances, it takes at least ten days and at most half a month.
This...it has to be done in more than ten hours?
Or two robes? !
Zhao Gao said, "This is the order of His Majesty, and we are just following orders."
"Okay, I've delivered my message, and I've given you the size. The rest is up to you."
"We still have to go back and report to His Majesty."
After saying that, he stuffed the cloth in his hand into Yi Qingqiu's hand, turned around and prepared to leave.
But Yi Qingqiu grabbed his sleeve!
"Hey, Mr. Zhao, wait!"
Yi Qingqiu took out a sachet from his sleeve and stuffed it into Zhao Gao's hand.
"Master Zhao, this is just a small token of my appreciation. I'd like to invite you to drink some tea."
Zhao Gao glanced at Yi Qingqiu sideways, squeezed the sachet in his hand, and opened it to look inside.
Seeing the golden color inside, he smiled and put the sachet into his sleeve.
"You're welcome. Since it's just a small token of your appreciation, we'll accept it."
Yi Qingqiu let go of Zhao Gao's sleeve and asked.
"Lord Zhao, who is this robe made for? What does His Majesty require of it?"
Zhao Gao said, "That is not your place to ask. Just follow your Majesty's orders."
"But... our family can give you some advice."
Yi Qingqiu quickly moved closer and listened to what Zhao Gao said.
"This man is highly valued by His Majesty. He is a young man in his twenties, rather thin."
"You can make this robe as you see fit. Okay, I still have to go back and report back to the emperor, so I won't say any more."
After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and turned away.
Yi Qingqiu stood there, his thin willow-shaped eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Your Majesty values this person very much?
Or a thin young man in his twenties?
She carefully recalled the ages and statures of the masters in the palace and shook her head secretly.
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