When I saw Fang Laique again, this "family-born son" was still sleeping soundly in the previous official residence, as if he was not worried about Fang Chongyong at all. When the other party woke up, as soon as they met, this

The guy said happily: "I know your husband will be fine."

"You know all this?"

Fang Chongyong picked up the dark clay pot and poured himself a glass of water, but thinking about the strange smell when he drank the water before, he instantly lost his mood and could only put down the water glass.

"Of course I know. Even slaves here can have people bringing food and water, and they are safe and sound. How can something happen to Mr. Lang?"

Fang Laique has no sense of superiority or inferiority, and his out-of-touch temper cannot be changed at all.

Fang Chongyong still couldn't connect with his brain circuit. He waved his hands impatiently and said: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm annoyed."

Fang Chongyong always felt that the way Wang Zhongsi looked at him was strange, and he probably didn't back away because of the poem, but he couldn't figure out what happened.

"Wang Zhongsi... this name seems very familiar. Who is he?"

Fang Chongyong paced back and forth in the simple bedroom, lowered his head in thought, and asked to himself.

"Wang Zhongsi, the God of War of the Tang Dynasty, was the military governor of the four towns during the Tianbao period. He was brave, fearless, loyal, and never failed in his life. He was the pillar of the country."

Fang Laique's duck voice sounded again, without a trace of emotion, and his tone was completely different from his usual tone!

Fang Zhong raised his head bravely, only to see that Fang Laique's eyes were dull and he looked distracted, just like before.

"What a weird thing."

Fang Zhongyong circled around Fang Laique twice. He looked like the earth was rotating. Wherever Fang Zhongyong turned, he would face that direction.

"Can you not transfer?"

Fang Chongyong asked angrily.

"Okay, Mr. Lang."

Fang Laique stopped turning, and Fang Chongyong was very suspicious. Others called him a "moron" before, but he was afraid that the real idiot was Fang Laique...probably.

Or it could be both of them.

"Let's go and walk around the streets."

Fang Chongyong patted Fang Laique on the shoulder and said.

There is nothing to pack in the room. After they leave, they will not come back. They will live in the most luxurious Lotus Pond Courtyard in Kuizhou.

Of course, this is not because Zheng Shuqing is kind-hearted and resents Fang Chongyong and others' lack of food and housing, but because he is afraid that Fang Chongyong will take the opportunity to run away.

High EQ: Neighboring the governor of Kuizhou.

Low EQ: under house arrest.

Fang Zhongyong, who had nothing to gain, broke the jar and fell, choosing to step on the watermelon rind and slide wherever he wanted.

When the two came to the street, they saw that the shops were already open for business, completely unaffected by the previous burning of the mountain by the Liao people.

The three-story "Fengxian Tower" stands not far away. It looks very luxurious and the decoration is also very elegant.

Pillars supported by several people hugging each other, emerald green glazed tiles, vermilion walls surrounding it on three sides, carved railings and jade railings cannot describe its luxury.

Apart from entertaining businessmen, Fang Chongyong could not imagine the existence of such a restaurant. He had some idea of ​​how the tariff of 300,000 yuan in Jiangguan, Kuizhou was collected.

The locals in Kuizhou don’t necessarily have much money. The rich ones are the literati and merchants who come and go there.

As soon as he saw Fang Chongyong and the others coming over, a chubby waiter hurriedly came over and greeted him warmly: "Isn't this Fang Langjun who was born to be a great man? Please come in and come in. All the expenses today will be counted as our own and will be free of charge."

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After hearing this, Fang Chongyong thought that he had become "Mr. Zhao".

"Someone knows so soon?"

Fang Chongyong asked in surprise.

"Look what you said, the capital of Kuizhou is such a big place, and there are only so many people from Chang'an. Where is there anything new under the sun?"

The fat guy said with a smile.

Fang Chongyong was wandering in the lobby of the restaurant and saw many wooden boards hanging on the wall. Many literati came here to write poems and left them on the wooden boards. If they were well written, they would be hung directly on the wall for future generations to appreciate. If

If you don't write well, although you are not qualified to "hang on the wall", you can still pay for a drink.

Looking up, the poem about bamboo branches written by Gu Kuang, a poet from the Tang Dynasty, is clearly listed.

"The emperor's son Cangwu has not returned, and the clouds are flying under the leaves in the Dongting. After the Ba people sang on the bamboo branches at night, the sound of the apes gradually became fainter at dawn."

Zhuzhi Ci is originally a poetry style, originally taken from folk songs in the Ba and Chongqing areas. It is said that in the Spring and Autumn Period, Ba's army sang while fighting. Later, local villagers used it to celebrate the harvest, singing and dancing. Later, it evolved into poems about the customs and customs of various places.

Known for being easy to understand and catchy.

Gu Kuang probably hasn't taken the imperial examination yet, but he didn't expect that he also traveled to Kuizhou and left a poem.

It’s really ticklish!

"Let's consider my first born as an outstanding person and hang it up."

Fang Chongyong said shamelessly to the fat guy.

After ordering some special dishes to be served, Chongyong greeted the waiter after he was seated and asked, "What are the specialties of Kuizhou?"

"Of course it is this."

The waiter pointed to the clothes on his body and said: "Kuizhou linen is not inferior to Shu brocade, the best in Shu."

Kuizhou linen is also called ramie or linen. It is the flagship product of Kuizhou handicraft industry.

"Is there any more?"

Fang Chongyong was irritated. Of course he knew that linen in Kuizhou was sold to various places, but the market for this business was already saturated and the government could not get involved.

Don't underestimate these merchants. Behind them, there is very likely to be one or several aristocratic families or royal families. Kuizhou is only the place of origin, and Chang'an and Luoyang are the gold selling caves. The sales channels of linen are not determined by the place of origin.

Under control.

These are not things Fang Chongyong can afford to offend.

The principles of business in the past life can still be used as a reference today. If you cannot master the sales channels, you cannot master the pricing power.

"Well, if Lang Jun wants to ask what else there is in Kuizhou. Tigers in the mountains, white apes, and black ghosts (cormorants) by the river are all."

The fat guy obviously didn't want to say anything more. He asked in a perfunctory manner. It was obvious that he didn't want to be "prostituted for nothing" by Fang Chongyong again.

Trade secrets are nothing new these days. Trying to find out some "interesting" information without spending any money is tantamount to asking for fish in a tree.

Fang Chongyong understood it instantly and muttered a few words.

The "Steamed Yuanjia Li", "Jiaqing Li", "Hun Yang Buhu", etc. presented by this restaurant are all Chang'an's famous dishes.

Fang Youde is old-fashioned, but the shopkeeper of the restaurant is anything but. He is very attentive to Fang Chongyong.

"Hmm, Lang Jun, why don't you eat."

Seeing Fang Chongyong motionless and holding the chopsticks without stopping, Fang Laique said vaguely while eating: "It's really delicious, much better than what I made."

"The master didn't even eat it, how come you, a servant, did it?"

Fang Chongyong asked angrily.

"Because I want to test the poison on Mr. Lang."

Fang Laique said boldly, not feeling embarrassed at all.

"Okay, okay, remember to pack it when you're done eating."

After a while, Fang Laique followed Fang Chongyong carrying a wooden box filled with uneaten leftovers.

The two of them left Kuizhou City and came to the riverside. They saw many peasant women working in the fields on the riverbank. Many of them had large tumor-like bumps on the backs of their necks, some of which were as big as a baby's head. Looking at them,

How terrifying!

As a man of two lifetimes, Fang Chongyong has never seen so many patients with tumors together.

He quickly stopped a young traveler beside him who was heading towards the gate of Kuizhou Fucheng and asked: "Why do these women have such a condition on the back of their necks?"

"What else can I do? I drank too much river water. You can't drink the river water in Sichuan. If you drink too much, galls will form. The water vapor will evaporate during the day. If there is too much miasma, people will get sick. Has Xiao Langjun just arrived in Kuizhou?"

The man asked in confusion.

Recalling the strange smell of the water he drank when he first woke up, and Zheng Shuqing's pride when making tea, Fang Chongyong understood that in Kuizhou, what kind of water you drink represents what class you are in!

From drinking river water when he wakes up to drinking "Nongfu Spring" later, he has achieved a class jump.

Although it is still weak.

"Excuse me, your Majesty, the river water is so terrible, what should I do if I want to drink water?"

Fang Chongyong humbly asked for advice.

The man laughed loudly and said: "You are so polite, Mr. Xiaolang. There are twenty-four Wuhou Wells in Kuizhou City. They were dug in Kuizhou City when Prime Minister Zhuge Baidi was entrusted with the task. They are still there today.

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It's just under the jurisdiction of the government and requires a small fee. Most people in Kuizhou's capital city drink well water.

If the husband knows some powerful people, wouldn't it be nice to bring water from the mountain spring directly into the house? Can you rent a shabby room for me then?"
To be continued...