Fang Jun walked out of Mingde Gate, suddenly paused and looked straight at the straight and wide road in front of him, which could lead directly to Shibianyu, which could lead directly to Nanshan. There seemed to be a light and shadow flashing in his eyes, and he began to walk forward quickly.

A breeze blew, and the entire Zhuque Street was still filled with people, and the carriages and horses were constantly like a newly born baby, full of vitality and vitality. But who could imagine that Zhuque Street, which was quite famous in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, would also be destroyed with the disappearance of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. Perhaps this is what Buddhism calls reincarnation.

Fang Jun returned home and told Fang Jie to buy a lot of salt and sent someone to Liuye Village. Although he was not a good person, since he met, he could not let it go. Maybe this is what people call fate. "Fate" is illusory, no one can explain it clearly. Maybe there is something in Zhang Shan that infected me, making me feel that I am not alone here.

In the courtyard, Qing'er and Linglong were sitting on the stone chair and whispering and laughing. Fang Jun was still writing and drawing in the room, frowning and trying to recall his memory. Today, he had promised His Majesty that he had a way to solve this problem of salt deficiency, but what he relied on was the memory of his ancestors for thousands of years. How much could he remembered and how much he could determine how much he could solve the problem. However, memory was not something we could control after all. He was about to explode and still couldn't remember some things. He couldn't help but stand up and opened the door.

The breeze blew across his face with the fragrance of bamboo. Qing'er and Linglong, not far away, saw Fang Jun walking out, and couldn't help but speed up a little, "Young Master, have you finally come out and feel hungry?"

Linglong couldn't help but smile. Just now Qing'er was still imitating the young master, screaming and starving to death. She was starving to death and hurriedly rushing out of the door. But now Fang Jun is looking at them leisurely.

"When you say that it's really hungry in your stomach, what's the food?"

········ The food on the table was like after the storm. Fang Jun couldn't help but burp Linglong and Qing'er were still holding chopsticks and chopsticks, it was too fast, and the food on the table was empty. Fang Jun couldn't help but smile, "I'm sorry to eat a little faster."

Linglong and Qing'er couldn't help but look at Fang Jun and shook their heads, but suddenly they couldn't help laughing. I really didn't expect that their young master would have such a cute side. After dinner, Fang Jun got into the room and started his own business. Linglong came to deliver some tea in the middle and saw Fang Jun was concentrating on what he wrote and left quietly.

The darkness enveloped the earth, and the inside and outside of the Fang Mansion had become quiet, but the lights were already on in Fang Jun's room in Luzhuyuan. However, at this time, Fang Jun was not writing and painting, but poured the last drop of water from the teapot into his mouth.

After eating so much food, I was really thirsty. Before I finished the night, I drank all the water in the kettle. How should I boil it in the second half of the night! Fang Jun walked out with the kettle and sharpened the knife and did not take any effort to chop wood. It was still a long time after all.

The flames in the woodshed were surging on Fang Jun's face. There is a place in Sichuan where the well salt is not easy to dig, but the taste is excellent. The southeast coast can also dry salt, which can save fuel, but it is not easy to transport it, and the taste is not good. Since it is impossible to increase the yield of salt, it is impossible to just scatter the salt. It is also necessary to increase the yield of salt. In the specific way, it is necessary to go to the place to take a closer look. At this time, Yuan Tiangang couldn't help but fall into Fang Jun's mind. According to legend, Yuan Tiangang is not a Feng Shui master. Then the choice of well salt depends on him. If he does something that others don't understand, he can push it to Yuan Tiangang. Who made him famous?

Fang Jun stretched out and suddenly a black shadow passed by the wall opposite. He suddenly got up and chased him out. As soon as he chased him out, he saw the black shadow suddenly stopped. Looking at the familiar figure, Fang Jun stopped and his lips couldn't help but lift up, "Hey, every time the dragon sees his head but doesn't see his tail, what have you done for such a long time?"

"It's really boring to be discovered by you again, but how long does it take? Why do you care about me so much? Do you think about me every day? Did you dream of me too when you dream?" Hongyuan walked over slowly, Fang Jun turned around and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hongyuan also chased after him and saw Fang Jun adding firewood to the stove.

"Of course I just boiled water and drank it. I still ran around without sleeping in the middle of the night. I guess you are the only one in the Tang Dynasty."

"No, I haven't seen you sleeping in the middle of the night and boiling water to drink."

"You can't bear the thirst at night, you can't be thirsty,"

"Hey, do you drink wine?"

"drink wine……"

Hong Yuan and Fang Jun came to the roof and sat back to back. The moonlight was cold, but the two on the roof suddenly realized that the moon seemed very close to them tonight, very round.

"Fang Jun, have you noticed that the moon seems to be very close to us tonight?"

"Well, by the way, Hongyuan, do you still remember the first time we met?"

"Haha, of course, you were targeted like a fool at that time, and you could sleep so well."

"How happy are you? I just called you husband when I first met you."

"Why, it's not good to call you husband, how many people want to hear this girl still don't want to shout,"

Sometimes Fang Jun really wanted to open Hongyuan's head and see if she had also come through time. Time flies away. The two of them quietly didn't know when Hongyuan took out a wine pot from where. It was very fragrant. Fang Jun couldn't help but sniff, "What kind of wine is this, so fragrant?"

"This is a wine made of osmanthus, but I added jade ice wine to it, and the taste is still very good." Fang Jun took the wine pot, sniffed it, raised his head and took a sip.

"Well, yes, yes, yes," and then began to drink alone again. Hong Yuan turned around and seemed to be a little disbelief. Is it really that good? Isn't it obvious... Hong Yuan couldn't help but reach out to grab the wine pot and tilt his head and sniffed it. He immediately poured into the taste buds. Seeing that Hong Yuan had already drunk it, she hurriedly spit out the wine in her mouth. She stuck her tongue and kept slapping the wind with tears in her eyes. She held back for so long, and finally she could spit out the wine.

"Okay, Fang Jun, you dare to lie to me."

"You're just teasing me first before I teasing you, Linglong, why are you here?" Hong Yuan turned around and saw Linglong's shadow falling from the ground behind her. At this time, she saw Fang Jun secretly crawling down from the roof. Hong Yuan couldn't help but pouting her little mouth as if she could hold a small oil bottle and chase it quickly.
Chapter completed!