Lin Wannian's mouth twitched: "Oh, remember to close the door when you leave." As he said that, he turned his back to Ye Xuan, closed his eyes and went to sleep.
Ye Xuan stood for a long time, slowly walked to the bed, looked at the empty part, took off his shoes and lay down on it.
[Good fragrance]
Lin Wannian, who was pretending to be asleep, almost fell asleep when he heard his inner voice.
He shook his body, shaking out half of the quilt and letting the man next to him cover it.
It was a cold night, and the candlelight in the room flickered until it was finally blown out by the wind.
The room was silent.
the next day.
Lin Wannian slept until he woke up naturally. After opening his eyes, he reached out to touch the place next to him. The bed sheet felt cold. His vision became clear and he realized that Ye Xuan was gone.
After getting dressed and opening the door with a yawn, I saw Wan Gui standing at the door holding a towel and a washbasin.
"Sir, you are awake."
"When you wake up, just leave it at the door from now on. You don't have to stand outside all the time."
Lin Wannian let her in and said, noticing the way Wangui walked.
"This is what a slave should do."
Wan Gui whispered.
"Oh. How's the situation with the guests?"
"This morning, Wanhua and I went to bring him breakfast. He asked me to tell you that he had to go out for something and might not be back until the evening."
"Um."
In his later years, after rinsing his mouth and washing his face, Lin would have a bowl of millet porridge and a tray of steamed dumplings.
He asked her to go out and stayed in the room to think about it for a whole day.
At night, after he lay down to sleep, someone immediately climbed up to the other side of the bed.
Early the next morning, Lin Wannian came to the blacksmith shop, gave him his structural drawings, and asked him to make the parts he wanted.
To make compressed biscuits, you need puffed flour, which is made by high-temperature extrusion through a puffing machine. Now that the border war is going on, it is impossible for Lin to make something perfect in a short period of time, but he can make coarse grains that can almost withstand this war.
The original author wrote that Wei Yuwen returned to the border to fight, while Tu Shiyu is now going to the south to control the flood. There is serious infighting among the princes in the imperial city, and it is difficult to escort military rations. After the flood, they encounter diseases caused by environmental viruses... There are many crises, and there is no specific way to solve them. She has failed here and has no idea about the subsequent plot.
When Lin traveled through time later in his life, the husband and wife were no longer in the imperial city.
After the goods are manufactured, how to establish a relationship with the military supervisor in charge of the border at the imperial court and sell them requires further planning.
Now let’s make samples of compressed biscuits and take it one step at a time.
In his later years, Lin found several iron shops and asked them to make the same kind of tools. Ten taels of silver were almost spent in a day. Of the three hundred taels in the system backpack, only twenty-five taels were left.
Lin Wannian looked at the wallet in his hand and walked back casually.
"Let us go."
A gruff voice sounded from the front.
Lin Wannian looked up and saw a carriage coming, with servants following on both sides. The body of the carriage was made of precious ebony and the surface was inlaid with gold decorations. The curtains were woven with delicate silk and embroidered with intricate patterns. It looked like the carriage of a wealthy or noble person.
Lin Wannian followed the crowd to the side of the street and watched the carriage pass by him. A curtain on the left and right sides of the carriage was lifted, revealing the faces of the people inside.
Lin met her once in his later years. He stared at her with the look of admiring an ancient noble lady, until the carriage went away, he noticed that there were guards following behind the carriage.
The Imperial Guards, a branch of the military in the imperial palace.
Passersby nearby commented: "It seems to be Concubine Xi."
"I heard that she went to the Taoist temple to pray for the emperor."
At this moment, the woman sitting in the carriage lowered the curtain, and panic appeared on her graceful face.
A maid was sitting next to her: "Madam, what's wrong with you?"
"I just seemed to have met my long-lost brother."
The maid Qiuyue had been with her since she was in the Lin Mansion. When she heard this, she said, "Ah? Didn't the prince disappear a long time ago?"
Concubine Xi didn't say anything.
Seeing that she looked unhappy, Qiuyue suggested, "Madam, how about I ask the driver to turn back?"
Lin Rongxi waved her hand: "No need, maybe I am short-sighted." If it was really her brother, he should have gone back long ago.
"My lady, you have finally come to an end after all the hardship you have endured."
After the carriage left, traffic on the road returned to normal, and Lin continued to walk in his later years.
"(＞^ω^＜) meow~"
A black cat ran over from the crowd, bit the corner of Lin Wannian's clothes, and wagged its tail and meowed non-stop.
When Lin Wannian heard the cat's cry, he had an epiphany. He turned around and looked down, and saw a familiar cat.
"Cat Six."
"Dear host, long time no see." A cheerful voice sounded.
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