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"Where did you get so much money?" Wen's mother's first reaction was not to be happy, but to worry about her son's trouble.

Wen's father waved his hand: "When the child is grown, let him go through it by himself. It's better than gnawing at home and gnawing at the two of us old bones."

Since my father had spoken, no matter how unwilling my mother was, she stopped. She still sighed and looked at Wen Fei's gaze, as if she was looking at a fallen boy.

Wen Fei couldn't resist and had to say, "This is a raw ore, and it has never been refined. It was picked up by Zhang Yu's girlfriend in the river when she was traveling to Gansu. There were several pieces. I am the smallest piece!"

Wen Fei said, and said in his heart that Fatty is sorry. You have to bear the blame, who told you to betray me first!

"I don't want it. You can take it back to Zhang Yu later. I'm thinking about taking advantage of him every day! I'll tell you, friends should suffer losses, don't..."

Wen Fei felt dozens of flies buzzing around his ears, and almost became dizzy. Until Wen's father got impatient and knocked on the table: "Have you prepared the meal? Why do I smell a mushy..."

"Oh, my food..." Wen's mother was shocked and hurried back to the kitchen to take care of her before she went to the food.

Although he said this, Wen Fei went out to make money and could still remember to bring gifts to himself. Wen's mother was already happy. At noon, she not only cooked two more dishes, but even made an exception to allow the father and son to drink two drinks on the table.

During the meal, I wonder if I was interested in the book "Tokyo Dream Book". Or I felt very relieved that Wen Fei was finally willing to make progress. Wen's father talked a lot about Tokyo in the Northern Song Dynasty.

If it were the usual, Wen Fei would definitely not want to listen. But now it is naturally different. Maybe when will he have to travel to Tokyo during the Northern Song Dynasty? He naturally listened humbly and even asked questions from time to time. In this way, Wen's father was even more excited, and the father and son talked endlessly. This meal took him more than two hours.

Wen's mother was happy to see the father and son getting along like this for the first time, so she was not stopped. Wen's father taught Chinese in middle school, so he naturally had a lot of love for history. There were many ancient books hidden in his home, and Zizhi and Tongjian were indispensable for the Records of the Grand Historian. That's why Wen Fei used Tokyo Menghualu to please the old man. Moreover, the old man's favorite poems were Su Dongpo's poems, which even made Wen Fei think about whether he could get the authentic Su Dahuzi's pen and ink in the Northern Song Dynasty in the future and take them back to show his filial piety to the old man...

"In the Song Dynasty, wine was sold exclusively. In order to maximize the wine tax, the officials of the Song Dynasty used singing girls to help with the business. "Now, women advocate selling wine names: try to do it." "As well as ordered prostitutes and girls to wrap their heads and flower scarves to protect the restaurant, and there were flower nests, five-cooked plate racks, and released animals and cages. Each warehouse competed for the new good ones, and the prostitutes were the ones who were stolen." At that time, the official warehouse under the Ministry of Revenue Inspection Office "each warehouse had dozens of official prostitutes" and the private restaurant "each warehouse had dozens of private prostitutes, and they all had makeup and dressed up and smiled and competed for beauty."

Wen's father taught all his life, and he spoke in a simple way. The father and son talked about how to use prostitutes to sell alcohol in the Song Dynasty. The people were talking about the people who were talking about the people who were using prostitutes to sell alcohol. The people who listened to it were full of frosty people.

However, he had already annoyed someone, so he heard the roar of the Lion of Hedong: "It's enough, you said this in front of Xiaofei. Do you want to teach your son badly?"

Wen's father realized that he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. In front of Wen Fei, he had always maintained the image of a strict father. Today he was happy... but he forgot about his father's dignity and his master's dignity.

"Ahem..., I'm going to work!" Wen's father became serious and looked at his son. Wen Fei was immediately tactful and hurried into his room in shame. He could vaguely hear his mother shouting: "Okay, you are a big radish. When it comes to brothels, you can shine with your eyes..."

Wen's father coughed, "Speak quietly, don't let Xiaofei hear..."

Wen Fei felt that the door of the room was closed tightly, and it was too hard to rub his stomach and hold his smile. Before he knew it, he forgot the heavy pressure brought by Huang Sheng's appearance.

Sitting on the bed that I was familiar with, turning on the computer, browsing the websites and forums I often went to, I saw a post that almost choked Wenfei to death.

"The Most Awesome Taoist in History", the photo is clearly his Dao Ye Wen Fei. He was wearing an apricot yellow Taoist robe and covered with kitchen knives. It seemed that he was the first time he was going to buy kitchen knives in the supermarket when he was smuggling in the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Damn, this bidding is really everywhere!" Wen Fei sighed and directly clicked the fork in the upper right corner of the post. He didn't look at the comments behind at all. There were all kinds of birds in the forest. There were many people on the Internet, and even the boring people were there. If you want to be a slut, you can go to read the comments and leave messages, which would make you angry.

Lying on the bed, Wen Fei rested his head on his arm, he remembered what Zhang Shuye said to him. On that day, Wen Fei finished dealing with the business and sold out all the wine. He was about to escape, but was pulled by Zhang Shuye and invited him out for a walk.

Wen Fei was filled with so much gold, and his heart was full of passion. Where was the leisure to go out for a walk? Besides, Lanzhou in the Northern Song Dynasty was also as desolate and barren, so what was there to look good about?

However, at that time, Zhang Shuye seemed to have something to say. Wen Fei was thinking about whether he had any business. He drove his car and left the Mule and Horse Market with Zhang Shuye and came to the edge of the Yellow River.

Zhang Shuye rode a horse and Wen Fei drove. After a while, he saw the Yellow River. This was the first time in Wen Fei in both worlds that he saw the Yellow River, known as the source of China. It was not as surging and surging as the Yellow River commonly seen on TV. It seemed much smoother, but the river was mixed with yellow, sand and mud, but it was just like later generations.

This section of the Yellow River is about two or three hundred meters wide. Both sides of the river are plain and plain, which looks very empty.

Although this scenery is not the kind of cattle and sheep that are blowing the wind and grass, it also feels like the sky is vast and the wilderness is vast. It makes people used to seeing the crowded people in later generations, with houses everywhere and people everywhere, and Wen Fei felt a sense of broadness in his heart.

I remember that Wen Fei had seen those who were stupid on the forum in a very superior tone talking about the mainland: "There are too many people in the mainland, so there are too few resources. Everyone is trying their best to compete for resources, so they seem so morally low..."

At that time, Wen Fei wanted to be dissatisfied and replied to the post and scolded him. But now he is standing on the bank of the Yellow River a thousand years ago, with no one in the fields, and the sky is high and the earth is vast. But he doesn't know why he remembered this sentence.
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