"The bricks from Li Dafa's house have arrived. Come and count them. If everything is ok, we will go back."
Li Dafa trotted over happily, feeling happy as he looked at the bricks and tiles piled up in the yard.
"Manager, please go sit down and have a rest first. I will come back to inform you after I have sent a clear number of people." He quietly handed over a small piece of silver.
After asking the butler to help count the bricks and tiles, he accompanied the person delivering the bricks and tiles to rest in the living room for about half an incense stick of time before the butler came to report to him quietly.
After confirming that everything was correct, he politely sent the person away.
He picked up a brick, waved it around, and felt the weight of it. "What a wonderful thing! Each square brick looks almost the same."
"I don't know what's going on in the adults' minds to make bricks like this."
It looks much better than sending people to chisel stones piece by piece.
"It's a pity that the quantity of blue bricks is too small. Even I can't afford them for now. I can only buy these red bricks." Li Dafa said with some regret.
His housekeeper immediately flattered him, "Master, it's quite remarkable that you can afford to buy red bricks. There are countless merchants in this city, but not many can afford to buy so many bricks at once like you can."
"Oh, sir," the butler said, remembering something, "the people who delivered the bricks said that these bricks need to be mixed with cement and lime, otherwise they won't be as solid as a public toilet."
Li Dafa asked in doubt: "Can't we build it using our own house-building methods?"
"It can be built, but I'm afraid it won't be that strong."
The butler thought of the promise that man made to him, that as long as he could bring him a business, he would have a commission. He thought for a while and said:
"Master, you've already bought bricks and tiles. If you still use clay and other materials to build the house, wouldn't that be a loss of face?"
Li Dafa looked confused. "Then cement and lime won't be very expensive, right?"
I felt a little regretful that I had bought so many bricks and tiles. Many people just bought tiles to repair the roof.
Or they would only buy enough bricks to build a few houses. Not many people like him planned to tear down the entire yard and rebuild it.
"I heard that if you buy a large quantity of bricks and tiles, you can get a few percent cheaper."
"Master, the quantity you bought is one of the largest in the entire Qucheng, so it will definitely be cheap."
In order to make money, An Jingzhi now has all kinds of clever ideas.
The people had no money, so he could only make money from these businessmen.
Otherwise, where would he get the money to arrange so many positions and build so many public facilities?
His current position is not stable enough. Only by building Qucheng as strong as an iron wall and gaining enough support from the people of Qucheng, it will not matter much even if his identity is exposed in the future.
In fact, it can’t be said to be a revelation, after all, the original owner said early on that he had lost his memory.
He stroked his chin, estimating that Jin Fu should have already arrived at the capital of the Earl of Rongchang by now.
If he really wanted to capture Jin Fu, there was actually no possibility for Jin Fu to escape.
Let Jin Fu go out and spread it more.
As long as people outside are interested, they will definitely send people to Qucheng to inquire. By doing so, won’t Qucheng’s specialties be sold?
What about silver sprout tofu, boiled cabbage, soy milk, fried dough sticks, bricks and tiles...
He just didn't believe that anyone who came to Qucheng could resist trying, looking at, and buying it.
When the time comes, he won't need to say anything more, as there will be people who will argue for him.
It can also help him promote the culinary specialties of Qucheng.
At that time, all the materials earned will be used in the construction of Qucheng, and he can also use it to manage relationships to make Qucheng his real city.
It is difficult for a commoner to make the leap to the aristocratic class, but it is not impossible as long as it is done properly.
All he said was based on the assumption that the emperor was still alive at that time.
If the emperor is away and hundreds of kingdoms are at war, then there's nothing wrong with him proclaiming himself a noble, right?
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In the blink of an eye, it was the spring of the following year. Jin Fu went to great lengths and even used up all his gold and silver before he finally met Master Rongli, the son of Earl Rongchang.
After escaping all the way to the fiefdom of Earl Rongchang, Jin Fu became more and more angry.
Thinking that he had never failed in his life, he didn't expect to fall into the hands of an impostor this time. In a rage, he didn't care about any calculations and sent a message back to tell An Jingzhi that he was an impostor.
I don’t know if something happened over there, and they never replied to him.
He didn't care about the situation over there, he just wanted revenge.
Thinking of how miserable he had been along the way, and how he had almost been taken advantage of by those robbers, he felt extremely angry.
He originally wanted to make some money from the counterfeit goods, but ended up losing all his fortune.
Fortunately, he finally persuaded Master Rong Li to go with him to Qucheng.
He believed that as long as the other party went there, he would be able to expose the true identity of the impostor.
During the time he was in the fiefdom of Earl Rongchang, he did not do nothing. He had already found out the identity of the impostor.
He's just a villager from Nomura.
Nomura refers to villages that are not under the fiefdom of any noble.
The carriage moved slowly on the road, bumping once or twice from time to time. Master Rong Li, who was as fat as a pig, could not stand the bumpy road and had to get off to rest after walking a few steps.
It took him a month to reach Qucheng, a journey that should have taken only half a month.
Jin Fu was anxious and helpless. He couldn't wait to expose the identity of the impostor, but he had to wait patiently.
When they arrived at Qucheng, Master Rong Li was supported by several people and climbed down the carriage clumsily. His face was pale and he was panting.
He took a look at the unusually tall city wall and asked in surprise, "Is this Qucheng?"
"How come I don't remember there is such a tall city here?"
If I had known, it would have been his long ago.
Jin Fu was also a little surprised. The last time he came here, the city wall looked dilapidated. How could it have become so unrecognizable in just a few months? If the words "Qucheng" were not written in front of the city, he would not have believed it.
"Master Rong Li, this wasn't the case the last time I came. I think the impostor built the city gate urgently because he was afraid that his identity would be exposed and the Earl would send his men to attack."
Young Master Rong Li said, "Stop flattering me." He glanced at Jin Fu calmly and said, "This young master has come here in a carriage for such a long time just to expose the fake you mentioned. If I find out that you have wronged the nobles."
He looked at Jin Fu meaningfully and said nothing more.
Jin Fu felt the hairs on his body stand on end, and thought to himself: I was so careless that I actually thought that the other party was as stupid as a pig, and thought he was a fool who could be fooled.
How could someone raised in that aristocratic family be really stupid?
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