Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 104 The Correct Way to Report Work

As he walked, Yang Zhengdao recalled his last conversation with Empress Zhangsun in the Lizheng Hall.

Besides urging him to finish updating "The Story of the Stone" as soon as possible, he was also hinted that once the martial arts training at the Martial Virtue Hall was over, he would be given a real position so that he could make a difference.

Will he achieve something significant?

Yang Zhengdao suddenly remembered the homework that Emperor Li Er had given him after summoning him in the Liangyi Hall when he first returned to Chang'an.

After he submitted his "work-for-relief" proposal, nothing more was heard from him.

This is so unlike Li Er!

Or perhaps what Empress Zhangsun meant by "letting him achieve something" was "work relief instead of economic relief."

In this way, cement will immediately be put to great use.

I haven't seen Tun Qiaoqiao in a long time, so I'll go check on the progress of her cement kiln today.

Then, he thought of Chen Xin again, and a sly smile crept onto his lips.

I wonder if Chen Xin has developed any manly qualities now.

When Yang Zhengdao arrived at the Imperial Horse Garden, Xu Shiji already knew from Jiang Cheng that he had hit the spear shaft.

Upon meeting, he rode forward and said cheerfully, "If there is an opportunity to go on a campaign in the future, I will definitely appoint you as a captain."

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We'll see!

Through wind and rain, amidst the clash of swords, going to war with the army is not necessarily a good thing.

In any case, even if he has military merits, Li Er probably won't give him military power.

However, we absolutely cannot refuse Duke Cao's good intentions.

Yang Zhengdao quickly cupped his hands in thanks: "Thank you for your appreciation, Duke Cao. I will obey your orders if needed."

After training in the afternoon, Yang Zhengdao went to Dongshi.

Yang Zhengdao has not visited since Tun Qiaoqiao was settled in Dongshi.

Naza had come with Liu Zhong a few times before, so she led the way.

The East Market is undoubtedly much more organized and comprehensive than the West Market.

The streets were clean, the city government strictly managed the area, the shops were neatly arranged, the inns were crowded together, and the signs were all in Chinese characters: silk, porcelain, grain, and wine shops.

It lacks the flamboyant exoticism of the West Market, and its prosperity is tempered with order and composure.

Few of the people coming and going were of foreign ethnicity; most were local gentry, commoners, and merchants from Chang'an.

Occasionally, one could see the city government's military officers patrolling with long swords slung over their shoulders.

After turning two streets and alleys, we arrived at Tun Qiaoqiao's inn.

The storefront has five shops facing the street, with red flags hanging in front of the shops bearing the three characters "Weiluju" in regular script.

Above the entrance is a plain wooden sign that reads: East Market Restaurant, Weiluju.

Of the five shops, only two had seven or eight specially made round tables with a ceramic stove in the center and a copper pot on top.

The charcoal fire in the stove was burning brightly, and the soup in the copper pot was bubbling and sizzling, with a fragrant aroma wafting through the air.

Diners sat around chatting, while uniformly dressed waitresses stood by to serve them.

Following Yang Zhengdao's ideas, Tun Qiaoqiao turned the middle shop into a reception area for welcoming guests.

The two shops on the other side are for selling hot pot base.

In the center is a long table over ten feet long, with seven or eight exquisite small copper pots arranged side by side, each containing a different flavored broth for guests to sample.

Two more attractive Dr. Tangs were then given explanations to the guests.

Yang Zhengdao glanced around and was very satisfied.

As expected, Tun Qiaoqiao is both beautiful and capable.

The waiter in the shop came forward and recognized Naza.

Then I led them through a small door behind the front desk and into the courtyard behind the shop.

The courtyard is divided into two sections.

When purchasing the residence, Yang Zhengdao specifically instructed Liu Zhongxuan to choose one with a secluded courtyard.

Several side rooms were built on both sides of the central courtyard, where seven or eight servants were sitting on the veranda wiping copper pots and bowls.

After passing through another round doorway, you arrive at the backyard.

An old locust tree provides shade, and stone tables and benches are neatly arranged under it. The main house is an ordinary brick and tile house, which can be described as simple and low-key.

Tun Qiaoqiao had already heard the sound and came out to greet them.

She wore a dark blue, narrow-sleeved short blouse and a light blue, high-waisted long skirt.

The moment she saw Yang Zhengdao, her eyes suddenly lit up and shone with a soft light.

"Master—" She saw that there were still servants around, so she swallowed back the half-spoken title.

She quickly composed herself, bowed to Yang Zhengdao, and said in a calm voice, "This humble servant greets Young Master Yang."

Yang Zhengdao nodded in satisfaction. Indeed, one's temperament is cultivated.

Entrusting her with managing thousands of dollars in assets, coupled with the booming sales of hot pot base, this once somewhat timid young woman has begun to show signs of becoming a successful businesswoman in less than a month.

Strong women are great!

It's a pity! The Tang Dynasty didn't have blazers, pencil skirts, or wide-leg pants.

"Madam Tun, this servant will take her leave now!" The maid who led the way bowed and withdrew.

"Grandma Tun!" That's a fitting title!

Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but laugh out loud!

Tun Qiaoqiao hadn't reacted yet. It was Su Hongyi who blushed first!

Seeing the reproachful look Su Hongyi gave him, Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but feel amused.

Red dress, nice!

Quick-witted and eager to learn! Progressing rapidly, she's reached the point where she understands everything instantly!

After the maid left, Tun Qiaoqiao led Yang Zhengdao into the room.

As soon as she entered the room, she could no longer control herself and, like a cat longing to be petted, she went up and affectionately hugged Yang Zhengdao's arm.

"Master, I miss you so much."

So soft! So bouncy!

Yang Zhengdao looked at Su Hongyi and Nazha, who blushed and turned away to look elsewhere.

"Red Robe, I'd like to discuss some business matters with Qiaoqiao."

Su Hongyi hummed in agreement and then pulled Nazha out the door.

As the door closed, Tun Qiaoqiao's face flushed instantly, but she couldn't bear to let go of Yang Zhengdao's arm, and her eyes looked as if she were drunk.

"Master, do you still want to see? This servant—this servant wants to show you."

Tun Qiaoqiao had no idea how she managed to say such shameful words.

She felt as if her cheeks were being scorched by fire, which made her involuntarily squeeze her legs together.

To refuse that would be worse than being an animal!

Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but cough lightly: "Qiaoqiao, you've been working hard lately. Let me see if you've lost weight!"

"Mmm!" Tun Qiaoqiao seemed to be moaning.

She felt like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

If the master likes to watch, then let him watch.

As long as she could satisfy her master's demands, she would feel joy, excitement, and her body would be filled with a happiness that could melt a person.

She turned around, bit her lip, and then smoothed her long skirt down with both hands.

A sweet, shy voice trembled with excitement: "Master, this servant—this servant hasn't lost weight, has she?"

Yang Zhengdao couldn't help but swallow hard.

She hasn't lost weight; she's still quite plump.

The two watermelons were perfectly round, not a fraction more or less.

The light blue silk was stretched very tightly, and the ties of the short trousers on the side of the crotch could be vaguely seen.

He slapped a watermelon.

With a muffled but not muddy sound, a warm and slightly elastic force struck the palm, and a firm and full touch enveloped the fingertips.

Yang Zhengdao was very satisfied; this watermelon was really good!

"You haven't lost weight! I'm relieved!"

Tun Qiaoqiao trembled all over, and she suppressed a soft "hmm".

Yang Zhengdao's lips curled into a wicked smile; he was deliberately teasing the woman who was respectfully addressed as "Grandma Tun" by outsiders.

Through the thin silk, he casually grabbed the tie and gently pulled.

"Ah!" Tun Qiaoqiao exclaimed in surprise.

After the tie was pulled off, she felt a chill.

But that indescribable joy and anticipation, like waves crashing against the rocks, kept crashing against her, making her eyes grow increasingly unfocused.

"Let's go, Qiaoqiao, let's go to the inner room to talk about some serious business."

"Ah!" Tun Qiaoqiao suddenly came to her senses and hurriedly followed her master's steps.

But as she walked away, she felt a piece of soft satin slip off her skin.

She hurriedly bent down and picked it up before the soft satin fell to the ground.

Her cheeks instantly flushed red, and her ears and neck were also tinged with crimson.

Did Master see that just now?

She clutched the soft satin ball tightly in her hand, her heart filled with trepidation and confusion.

Yang Zhengdao entered the boudoir, which was filled with a subtle fragrance, and found a comfortable position to lie down on the soft couch.

He waved to Tun Qiaoqiao.

"Come here, report on your work!"

Tun Qiaoqiao tucked her legs together and obediently sat down next to Yang Zhengdao.

"Hey, Qiaoqiao, when you're reporting on your work, try to showcase your strengths as much as possible. That's how you win over the boss!"

Tun Qiaoqiao blushed again and said "Oh," assuming the correct posture for reporting work.

Her master would often say things to her that she had never heard before, but she could roughly understand what he meant.

The master has always liked her very much.

Thinking of this, her eyes lost some of their shyness and became more proud and radiant.

"How is the cement firing process progressing?"

As soon as Yang Zhengdao asked the question, he impatiently slapped Tun Qiaoqiao, urging her to answer quickly.

"Yes! The first batch of cement has been fired, and the results are acceptable."

"What about the renovation of the cement kiln?"

"Yes! Thirty-six have already been renovated."

"What are the arrangements for maintaining confidentiality regarding the technological processes?"

"Yes! As you requested, it's divided into six steps—yes! procedures. Chen Xin is overseeing the most crucial step."

"What about the worker arrangements?"

"Yes! We all hire quarry workers from nearby areas—yes! From nearby military households who also serve as quarry workers."

"Excellent! This cement will probably come in handy soon!"

"Yes, Master! I think this cement has other great uses besides construction!"

"Oh? Then tell me."

"Hmm! I thought we could sell it to temples and Taoist monasteries. Hmm! Use this cement to sculpt statues of gods and Buddhas."

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"Brilliant! Brilliant! We can sell it for a higher price; that monk has money!"

"Hmm! I thought we could also make water troughs, storage jars—hmm! Rice bins, vegetable jars, to sell to the people."

"Excellent! Excellent! We can sell to wealthy families too, just print some patterns on them and make them more refined!"

"Hmm!" Tun Qiaoqiao suddenly turned her head, her little face flushed red, and her voice was trembling with sobs.

"Master, please stop taking pictures!"

"Did it hurt?"

"No—anyway, Master, please stop taking pictures!"

"Come here, let me check you out."

"ah!?"

"You're all red from being hit! Answer questions faster next time, and I won't hit you anymore."

"Huh—you also have dampness syndrome!"

"Oh!? What should we do?!"

"Um----"

"I have a secret method that can cure your ailment!"

"Please, Master, examine this servant!"

"Medical treatment?! They deserve a beating!!"

"Yes, Master! I was wrong!"

"What went wrong?"

"This servant—this servant doesn't know!"

"I will cure you completely."

"Yes, Master! I don't want treatment! I want a complete cure!"

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