The drawings drawn by Zhao Hao are actually not high-end things. They are nothing more than some fermentation and distillation devices. They were all seen from various messy places in his previous life. Although they may not be professional, they can definitely meet the usage requirements. As for improvements

It’s not too late to talk about the matter later.

There are no special requirements for the material of the installation. Ceramics are sufficient. There are many porcelain kilns outside the city. The largest and best quality ones are government-run ones. It is very convenient to make these things.

After finishing the drawing, Zhao Hao called a boy and asked him to take the money and send it outside the city.

If you work fast, you can make it tomorrow.

"Why……"

Zhao Hao watched the boy run away and couldn't help feeling a little emotional, he finally started to start a career.

Turning around, he met the concierge Old Han. He nodded to Han Jianfeng and prepared to go back to his room. After all, besides the distillation device, he had other things to do. At least he had planned all the raw materials for today to save money later.

A piece of iron is missing in the east and a brick is missing in the west.

But when passing by Han Jianfeng, he was suddenly startled.

When the second literary star flickered just now, he noticed the stars around him, but he didn't pay special attention to them, at least he didn't match each star with a real person one by one.

but now……

There's something wrong with Lao Han's star!

This star has a light white tone, but is tightly wrapped by a light black air mesh.

This black energy is different from the black energy of Jiang Zheng's star.

The former is as thin as a hair, but quite uniform and dense, just like fishnet stockings.

The latter is a black and shiny airflow. Although it is not dense, it moves very fast.

Could it be...

Is this concierge a spy for the Zhenguo government?

After screening nearly a hundred people in the Zhenguo Mansion, it seemed that only Lao Han fit this profile.

The old man was so kind-hearted that he directly showed the gates of the Zhenguo Mansion to the emperor's people. No matter who came in or out, he could report to the emperor without missing a beat.

Ah this...

Zhao Hao felt helpless in his heart. Perhaps it was this frankness that made the emperor endure and not take action until now.

Otherwise, no matter how serious the consequences are, he would not be able to tolerate such a high-ranking and powerful minister in the wilderness.

"Old Han!"

Zhao Hao turned around and waved to Han Jianfeng.

"Master, are you looking for me?"

Han Jianfeng was a little confused, but he still walked over honestly.

Zhao Hao looked him up and down. Normally, this old Han was extremely honest and dull. The most common thing he said every day was "Master/Old Master, XX is here" or "XX, please wait a moment, I will go in and let you know."

Apart from these two sentences, I almost never said anything else. I just watched the door conscientiously every day.

Zhao Hao smiled: "Old Han, after my grandfather returned from the victory a month ago, a grand funeral ceremony was held at the West Beijing Campus, do you still remember?"

The Heroes' Burial Festival is a tradition in the deserted country. Every time a big battle is fought, it will be held for the soldiers who died in the battle to commemorate the souls of the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country.

The scale of each heroic burial ceremony is not small, and it will be a big burden on the economy of the deserted country, but for the improvement of morale and people's hearts, the value will never be less than the cost of the ceremony.

Han Jianfeng nodded: "Remember! Young Master, what's wrong?"

Zhao Hao nodded and said: "I remember that a florist came to the government to ask my grandfather to provide free wreaths for the big festival. Do you remember the name of this florist?"

"Of course I remember!"

Han Jianfeng nodded repeatedly, quickly took out a record book from his arms, and quickly turned to the corresponding page: "That florist is a Qi merchant, and his name is Wanzi Pavilion!"

"Oh? Are they still in Kyoto now?"

Zhao Hao raised his eyebrows, thinking that these Qi businessmen were really good at making money. The army of the Huang Kingdom had just returned to Beijing, and Wanzi Pavilion came directly to sell them door-to-door.

I have to say that the boss of Wanzi Pavilion has something. After all, even the fastest horse has to travel half a month from Qi State to the deserted Kyoto. Wanzi Pavilion arrived so quickly, so this boss has some sense of the overall situation.

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However, the old man didn't want such a serious occasion to smell of copper, so he refused directly. In the end, he transferred money from the treasury to purchase it from flower farmers in several nearby cities.

Han Jianfeng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Master! I am just a janitor, how can I know this?"

Judging from his submissive look, he was obviously afraid of being bullied by Zhao Hao.

Zhao Hao waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay! I'm also dizzy. Why are you embarrassment? You go down first!"

"Why!"

Han Jianfeng felt as if he had been granted amnesty and quickly resigned.

Zhao Hao looked at his back and couldn't help but sneer at the corner of his mouth.

No wonder he has never guessed who the spy of the Zhenguo Mansion is in the past few years. With Han Jianfeng's acting skills, he perfectly interprets the attributes of a diligent and dull janitor. It is strange to find him.

But that's fine, Zhao Hao didn't intend to hide anything from him anyway.

Since I want to buy flowers, I’ll do it in front of you so that you don’t doubt me behind my back.

After finishing it, Zhao Hao went back to his Fengwu Garden to get busy. He quickly searched for a few high-quality and cheap perfume raw materials from his memory, then handed them to a third-class maid and asked him to go out to purchase them.

If the people from Wanzi Pavilion haven't left yet, we will purchase Wanzi Pavilion on a limited basis.

After all, if you dare to promote your own flowers at the funeral ceremony, the quality will definitely not be too low.

Moreover, Zhao Hao also admires the boss behind Wanzi Pavilion. It would not be a bad thing if he could get closer.

Anyway, I clearly want to make perfume in the future, so it is reasonable to contact a high-quality supplier. Moreover, this person has come to the town government to sell, so it is even more reasonable. On the contrary, deliberately avoiding it will look strange.

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Nowadays, except Fengwu Garden, everywhere else in Kyoto is very lively.

The black-faced man and his wife in the house were in full swing choosing the betrothal gifts.

There were flowers everywhere outside the house, and almost everyone in the city was discussing the marriage between Zhao Hao and Jiang Zhiyu.

After all, this libertine with a romantic nature actually wrote a poem like "Carefree, leisurely, tossing and turning"?

Is this still the Brothel God of War?

This is simply an innocent boy!

For a moment, all the girls in the brothel burst into tears.

"Master Zhao is now married. Will he not come to the brothel in the future?"

"I'm afraid that's the case! The emperor loves Princess Anyang so much, and even recruits the consort according to the specifications of the crown princess. How can he still allow Mr. Zhao to visit a brothel?"

"Besides, look! None of Mr. Zhao's poems in the past are as touching as this. He has already moved his mortal heart, so how can he linger in the land of fireworks?"

"Then in the future we won't..."

"Miss Qing Ning is still guarding Mr. Zhao. Isn't she waiting so many nights in vain?"

"Then Mr. Zhao can still compose poems after leaving the brothel?"

"I'm looking forward to it day and night, just waiting for Mr. Zhao to come. If I miss him in my drunken dream, what's the point?"

"Master Zhao once promised to give me a poem, now isn't it..."

All the girls in the brothel seemed to have lost their souls.

And the boss behind the brothel is even more like mourning his heir.

Zhao Hao rarely spends money visiting brothels, but the income he brings is definitely dozens of times the amount he makes from free food and free whores.
Chapter completed!