The two-day suffocating exam finally came to an end with the long bell. Wuwei Academy, which had been martial law for several days, was liberated. The Qianniu Guards on the periphery drove away in groups, and more educators also left with their own belongings, either excited or depressed, but more haggard, and left here.

The exam is only two days, but for them, it is still an incomparable force from physical to psychological.

Of course, there are exceptions.

This person is Gu Han, the son who attracted Zhang Hui's attention.

A small package was clamped under his ribs and a long sword hung around his waist. He left Wuwei Academy with stern abruptness.

During the two days of exams, he only stayed in the examination room for a short time and handed over the papers and left. However, he could leave the examination room, but he could not leave Wuwei Academy. Today, he was finally free.

He had just arrived in Wuyi, and before he could even take a good look at Wuyi, he entered Wuwei Academy. Now that he had finally finished his business, he could take a good look at this rapidly rising into one of the most eye-catching places in the entire empire in a few years.

There is nothing good about the inner city. It is the political center, with many government offices and powerful residences. If you really want to appreciate the style of Wuyi, you will naturally have to go to the outer city and the city walls.

The snow is even heavier than yesterday. Among the snowflakes in the sky, almost every household has a stream of blue smoke rising from the chimneys on the roofs. As soon as it emerges, it is swept away by the wind and gathers in the snowflakes in the sky, making the sky seem to be lower.

Gu Han knew that in Wuyi, the main fuel was not firewood or charcoal. The best charcoal was too expensive and most people could not afford it. In Wuyi, most of the burning charcoal was burned. Just like the fire dragons in the underground in Wuwei Academy, they all used charcoal.

This kind of fuel dug out from the ground is easy to get into trouble if it is not ventilated properly. But the advantage is that it is cheap and everyone can afford it.

What made Gu Han even more interested was a small stove he saw in the dormitory of Wuwei Academy.

There are naturally no fire dragons in the dormitory, and the temperature is much colder than in the test room, but there is a small furnace like this in each dormitory. Where can I call it a honeycomb furnace? A furnace gall is wrapped with a layer of iron sheet, and the carbide is covered with loess, making it look like a cylinder, with honeycomb holes in the middle. The most clever design of this furnace is to seal it from a ventilation opening at the bottom when there is no need for a big fire. In this way, the fire will not be extinguished, but it will be burned all the time.

The dormitory is based on this to maintain the temperature. A large iron kettle is placed on the stove, which steams vigorously, which not only makes the temperature in the house higher, but also keeps a certain humidity in the house. More importantly, this will make the smell in the house less unpleasant.

What made Gu Han still interested was the iron pot stove.

He touched it and said that the skin was very thin. Don’t underestimate this thing. Most people really can’t figure it out. I heard from the Wuwei Academy that this was made in Texas, and what kind of hydraulic stamping is used.

The price is very cheap. A iron kettle like this is only a hundred penny, and everyone can afford it.

Gu Han, who is knowledgeable, can see many problems from these inconspicuous little things. The craftsmanship of making kettles alone can show that Wuyi has a very high technology in iron smelting and making iron. The mature craftsmanship represents a decrease in prices, and the decrease in prices means a larger popularization, a larger market, and a better money situation! On the other hand, it also means that the Wuyi regime can use the same money as other parties in weapons and equipment like armor, but create more equipment.

It seems that there will always be countless new things coming out in Wuyi.

On the crossroads, the fat aunt's pasta stall business is becoming more and more prosperous. Compared with the previous period, in addition to the small car, there is also an additional shed.

The shed is the kind that can be put away at any time. The design is very exquisite. The four pillars are made of bamboo, two inside and outside, slightly thinner and stuck inside the thicker one by one. Pin one by one is used to control the height of the shed. When closing the stall, the pins can be pulled out, and the huge shed can be harvested into a roll, put them on the car, and then left.

Even if it was snowing, the Fat Aunt's stall letter was always full of people.

Gu Han waited for a while and finally saw a seat open. He quickly sat down and ordered a bowl of mutton noodles and a small plate of sausage. When eating outside, those with a lot of people always had their own unique features.

The noodles are very large, and a piece of mutton that is the size of a palm can almost cover the entire bowl. The aroma of scallions and coriander is washed away by the heat, which immediately makes people's index fingers move.

The sausage was cut very thinly and placed in a circle on the plate. There were also slices of radish that were also very thinly cut in the middle. A piece was picked up and put into your mouth. When chewed, it was a pickled appetizer snack.

The sausage is made of pig intestine. In the past, Gu Han didn't eat it at all, which seemed very pickled. But when he saw that the sausage was really good, he tried to order a plate and tasted it, which was really good.

There is really no such thing elsewhere.

Eating mutton noodles happily, my choice was indeed correct, and the taste was really good.

Gu Han, who was eating noodles, watched several tax collectors come over. Although he had only been to Wuyi for a few days, he had been on Wuwei territory for a long time. He knew that under Li Ze's rule, different departments had different uniforms, which was very easy to defend.

Both sides were familiar with each other and had no need to talk. The fat aunt had already taken out ten cents from the iron box on one side and handed them to the tax collector. The tax collector tore a ticket and handed it to the fat aunt, and then walked towards the next house on his own.

A day's tax, just a bowl of noodles.

Specialized people collect taxes from these vendors who do not have fixed storefronts, but they are the same everywhere. The only difference is that it seems that the tax is fixed here, and the certificate is also given.

Gu Han thought to himself that Li Ze’s rules are pretty good. It can prevent the sneaky people from following to the greatest extent.

Several constables carrying knives walked over like a gust of wind. Each of them ordered a bowl of mutton noodles. They didn't go into the shed, and stood in the snow and ate the noodles clean like a wind and clouds. Gu Han ate it first, but at this time he had less than half of it. They had already placed the empty bowl on Aunt Pang's stall.

"Aunt Fat, keep the account." The person in charge shouted and walked out of the street like a wind.

Gu Han smiled and slowly finished the noodles and sausages. He also liked other diners to pick up the bowl and walked to the car, and put the dishes aside.

"Boss, you're afraid you won't be able to collect the money from these constables? It's worth dozens of cents, and it's all worth your taxes for several days." Gu Han said with a smile.

Aunt Fat looked at Gu Han in surprise, "Is this guest not a local? Is he a talented man who came to our exam?"

"The talented man dares not stop him. He has only read a few days ago."

"So that's how it is." Aunt Fat smiled and said, "How could it not be received? They eat it almost every day and get it once a month. They save it lightly, so I will have less trouble."

“Can you receive it?”

"Of course, if anyone dares not give money, I will sue them, and they will be able to strip their public uniforms in a blink of an eye." The fat aunt smiled and said, "Mr., we are not as good as other places here. We have to abide by the rules and regulations."

Gu Han nodded silently and left.

The word "rule" is not easy to say, but it is harder to do!

Many times, rules are set for ordinary people. Anyone with some power wants to try their best to put themselves outside the rules!

He Cutezi, who was originally selling pancakes next to Fat Aunt, has disappeared.

He spent all his money and bought hundreds of acres of land in Mozhou. Except for leaving a brother here, the other family members followed He Crook to settle down in Mozhou. This made the fat aunt envious, but her own man died on the battlefield. Although she had two children, she couldn't bear to let her children go to the legendary desert. No matter how cheap the land was, it was not as good as Wuyi! Now, relying on the stall, the money was enough. Two children were studying medicine in the clinic and the other was studying. As long as one could make a fortune, their lives would get better and better in the future! It's enough to earn now, and the pension for the dead ghost has to be kept for the child to marry a wife in the future!

When the two children are married, I will stop selling noodles. I stay at home and I will reach out and eat, and be an old lady! The small courtyard at home is said to be worth the money now, but I can't sell it even if I am poor. That is the ancestral property of the dead man! I really want to sell it. When will the dead man run back, but he will go there to find him!

When Gu Han left, Aunt Fat finally relaxed a little. She sat there, looking at Bai Xue, who was dancing all over the sky with her cheeks, and was dazed until someone shouted, "Aunt Fat Fat Fat!" She woke up suddenly.

Gu Han walked around the outer city for a whole circle and bought a sheepskin hat and a pair of cashmere gloves. He returned home with a full load. The hat was just fine. Although it was warm, it looked ugly. However, the gloves were really good and thin, which did not prevent him from writing at all. The key was that they were still warm.

Gu Han, who returned to the inn with satisfaction, unexpectedly saw several people wearing public uniforms standing at the door of the inn, and it seemed that the owner of the inn was accompanying them.

"Master, he is Gu Han, Gu Han is him." As soon as he saw Gu Han, the inn owner shouted.

Several men immediately strode towards him.

"Gu Han?" the leader stared at Gu Han and asked.

"yes!"

"Please come with us!" The leader said.

"Which yamen do you belong to?" Gu Han was a little nervous. The clothes of these people were different from those of the law enforcement departments in Wuyi that he knew. They looked similar in general, but there were differences in the subtleties. Most people may not care about it, but Gu Han knew it.
Chapter completed!