I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

It didn't take long to send Yang Yun the task, but it took a lot of time to prepare him for the trip.

As soon as he came out of Political Commissar Feng's office, he was pushed into the car and came to a particularly large workroom.

Political Commissar Feng pushed Yang Yun forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Dear teachers, this handsome young man is Yang Yun. In the next two days, please teachers, please prepare him a good outfit that will make him look good."

There were more than forty people in the workroom, and all of them turned their attention to Yang Yun.

A woman who looked to be in her fifties or sixties came over with a smile and circled around Yang Yun twice.

"That's him. This young man is pretty good-looking. He needs to be thick and fleshy, with long arms and long legs. His clothes are easy to make. But he has no hair. Otherwise, you can make a crown for him."

Yang Yun was a little flattered. As he grew up, except for the cotton-padded jacket when he was a child, which was made by his elders, he had never worn any custom-made clothes.

"Isn't this a bit too intrusive?"

The aunt smiled and patted Yang Yun's arm.

"Young man, don't you understand? As the old saying goes: A man relies on his clothes and a horse relies on his saddle. Another old saying goes well: Respect your clothes before you respect others."

Political Commissar Feng also said with a smile.

"If you are famous, it doesn't matter how you wear these clothes. People will focus on you. If you are not that famous, wearing good clothes can save you a lot of trouble. Even your sister can't avoid it, let alone Yes, what about you?"

Next, Yang Yun experienced what high-end customization is.

Three or four people surrounded him, measuring inch by inch from fingertips to heels, from neck to ankles.

He was like that doll, lifting his arms and legs, sitting up, walking and lying down in coordination with a group of them.

There was even a group of people who came to him with pieces of cloth of various colors, and touched him one by one, selecting seven or eight pieces of cloth from more than a hundred kinds of fabrics.

On the other side, the remaining thirty or so people had already started making clothes by sharpening their needles and scissors.

More than 40 people in the entire workshop worked together, and within two days, seven or eight outfits were made for Yang Yun.

They had everything they needed, including outerwear, quilted singles, belts, boots, etc. In order to cope with the still winter weather in Zhou Dynasty, they also made three large cloaks for Yang Yun.

Putting on those clothes, Yang Yun stood in front of the mirror and had to admit that "a man relies on his clothes, a horse relies on his saddle" is indeed a wise saying.

In addition, I also prepared a bunch of odds and ends, such as rings, collars, jade pendants, forbidden steps, and sachets.

With all the attire put on, Yang Yun transformed from a middle-class handsome young man in the 21st century into the aura of a noble son from an ancient aristocratic family.

This momentum reached its peak after Yang Yun saw a mountain of gold and a mountain of silver.

All the uneasiness and shortness of breath that had troubled him for several days disappeared after knowing that this mountain of gold and silver was a stepping stone.

Of course, the things prepared here for a prosperous country and a strong people are more than just a few tons of gold and silver.

There are also fine porcelain, wine, embroidery pieces, daggers, etc. These are the things Yang Zhao has been giving gifts to various places for more than a year, and has received the best response.

It's just that Yang Yun's eyes can only see this mountain of gold and silver, and he automatically ignores other things.

As for etiquette, no one came to give Yang Yun advice.

First, the time is too short. Etiquette is something that is accumulated over time. If you learn it in a short period of time, it will always make people feel tied up and look awkward.

Second, in rural areas, older children have always played with younger children. Yang Yun also grew up under the nose of Taoist Master Guanlu in Yunyang. Yang Yun has learned 80% to 90% of the Taoist etiquette of Yang Zhaohui after watching it for several years. There is no need to go to any special places. Learn something new again.

On the fourth day when I arrived at Xiaoyang Mountain, Yang Yun came to the mountain wearing a moon-white Minzhihan Mansion. Give a fair tribute to the big ginkgo tree on the top of the mountain.

"Uncle Gongsun, I am going to Dazhou. This is a long journey, so you must protect me." The big ginkgo tree moved with the wind, and a ginkgo leaf fell lightly on Yang Yun's head.

Yang Yun noticed something was wrong, raised his hand and touched a delicate leaf.

He subconsciously wanted to take it off, but somehow, the leaf seemed to be welded to his head, and it would not move no matter how hard he tried.

Yang Yun did not dare to move: "Thank you, Master Gongsun. Don't worry, wait for me to come over. I will definitely not lose face to our Yunyang Temple."

The leaves moved with the wind and made a rustling noise. I don't know if they were responding to Yang Yun.

This optimism did not last long. As the moving formation was activated, Yang Yun experienced a terrifying squeeze of spiritual energy and his five senses were blocked for a long time.

As soon as he landed, he vomited crazily, and his nosebleed while vomiting.

But this time, the Liuzhou personnel and Xiaodou people from Yunyang Temple in Xiaonan Mountain were prepared. They held Yang Yun down with all their hands and hands and stuffed a medicine into his mouth.

After a while, Yang Yun, who was vomiting crazily, fell asleep.

This time Yang Yun came to Dazhou on a one-for-one basis, because Dazhou restricted the number of people entering the country. When he came, one of the people stationed at Yunyangguan returned to Chixian Shenzhou.

Overall, the quota for three people has not changed.

Speaking of smuggling, it is not impossible. Yang Zhao came here smuggled to some extent.

But at that time, Yang Chao had no tasks, and there was Shen Ruoyu standing behind her, so she was naturally not subject to special restrictions. She had time to develop and win respect for herself bit by bit.

But Yang Yun is different. He has a mission when he comes, and he must come to stand on the official side, so he needs procedural justice.

When Yang Yun woke up with a headache, it was already bright.

Touching his growling stomach, he looked at his surroundings suspiciously, wondering if he had traveled through time.

"Yang Yun, are you awake? Do you want to eat something?"

A sudden voice made Yang Yun tremble. He raised his head suddenly, fearing that there was something unscientific on his mind.

"Yang Yun, where are you looking? Lower your head, I am your political commissar Feng."

This voice is unfamiliar, but does he know Political Commissar Feng?

"Snapped!"

Yang Yun slapped himself on the forehead, looked down and saw a small bean man standing beside his bed. There was a ten centimeter small bench beside the small bean man's legs.

Originally Xiaodou was not tall, but just now Political Commissar Feng was sitting on the small bench again. For the people lying on the bed, Political Commissar Feng was automatically invisible.

"You are really political commissar Feng. I really didn't recognize you like this..."

"It's okay, are you hungry? I'll warm you some food."

Yang Yun answered honestly: "Hungry."

After he had eaten and drank enough, he put on new clothes and prepared gifts to explore Yunyang Temple.

The first person to give a gift is Uncle Gongsun Yan.

Under the winter sunshine, the big ginkgo tree covered the entire yard with lush greenery, and a few little people were holding books and talking about ancient times, a leisurely scene in winter.

(End of this chapter)