Empress Industrial Project

Chapter 82
Qiao Yurong was fishing, and occasionally raised her head and smiled at Han Qing.

Peaceful and gentle.

Han Qing avoided him and didn't look at him.

At this time, Qiao Yurong suddenly burst into laughter: "Yes, yes."

Han Qing fixed his eyes on him, and saw Qiao Yurong joyfully pulling up the fishing rod, and a large fish weighing about eight catties was thrown out of the lake and fell on the frozen lake alive and kicking.

Qiao Yurong directed the servants; "Hurry up, grab it, grab it."

The servant hurriedly hugged the big fish and put it in a frame. Qiao Yurong smiled all over his face: "Take this fish to the kitchen and tell the cook to make a stewed fish with tofu, braised in soy sauce."

After Qiao Yurong finished giving orders, she walked towards Han Qing, shook off the ice scum on her cloak while walking, and said to Han Qing with a smile on her face, "Brother Han Qing, I kept you waiting for a long time, it is already noon, let's go The hall, the king has already arranged it, and I must entertain you well today."

Han Qing didn't refuse. He looked at the same hole in the ice and said, "I didn't expect you to be able to fish like this. It's quite new."

Qiao Yurong smiled: "I was naughty when I was young, I did everything, and I learned how to fish in this ice hole."

Hour?

A trace of complexity flashed in Han Qing's eyes.

Qiao Yurong continued to smile and said, "Let's go, let's go to the living room."

Han Qing shook his head: "My son is going back home."

He has stayed here for too long, and he still has the patience to watch him fish in the lake. He has made an exception too many times today.

"Aren't you going to stay?" Qiao Yurong was taken aback for a moment, "The fish I caught specially, it's fresh just now, and it tastes great when it's stewed."

Han Qing snorted coldly, his eyes were deep and deep, and his whole body was cold.

This kind of delicacies from mountains and seas has never been eaten before, and this Qiao Yurong regards fish caught in a lake as some kind of delicacy.

"Brother Han Qing, you really don't want to stay for dinner?" Qiao Yurong showed panic on his face.

She didn't want Han Qing to leave just like that. The baby in the mansion is not in good condition yet. She wanted to settle the bill today. If Han Qing were to leave and wait until tomorrow, when would it be?
Han Qing saw through what Qiao Yurong was thinking, and said, "My lord, don't worry, the treasures in your house are probably almost ready, let's go back to the living room and do the math, and get everything done this morning."

Qiao Yurong immediately raised a smile: "Brother Han Qing, you really have my king's heart so much. This king must worship Guan Gong with you and become brothers of the opposite sex. We have the same blessings and share the same difficulties."

Han Qing's face darkened, he didn't want to talk to the bastard prince, and turned to the hall.

Qiao Yurong accepted Han Qing's words, felt relieved, and followed Han Qing briskly.

The two returned to the living room, and sure enough, the treasure of the Zhenbei Palace had been hand-picked.

When Ding Pei saw Han Qinglai, he quickly stepped forward and said respectfully, "My lord, the servant has finished ordering. The total price is 46 taels."

46 million taels of silver?
The smile on Qiao Yurong's face was the same as that of flowers, and the money was twice as much as he expected.

If 20 taels can be exchanged for almost 60 dans of grain, then the other 20 taels of silver can be used for other things, especially cotton clothes, which is imminent now.

Han Qing nodded to Ding Pei, and said to Fan Wang, "You find someone to bring these things back to your house."

Fan Wang took the order and hurried to make arrangements.

Han Qing looked at Qiao Yurong and said, "Let's do the math. What do you want to do with the 46 taels of silver? Do you want food or silver?"

(End of this chapter)