On the bank of the West Lake is the Hangzhou Weaving Bureau. Originally, Hangzhou Weaving was only responsible for purchasing silk tributes for the palace, but now its responsibilities are all-encompassing. They purchase Yiding antiques, secret books, delicacies and even famous specialties.
Among the three major weaving bureaus in the south of the Yangtze River, Hangzhou Manufacturing has a great position. The eunuch in charge has a prominent position in Hangzhou and almost controls the livelihood of seventeen large merchant houses in Hangzhou.
The main responsibility of weaving is to purchase. For imperial merchants, they buy them at a high price, that is, a tribute of ten taels of silver. The admiral weaving eunuch takes out twenty taels. The extra ten taels are naturally pocketed by the admiral weaving eunuch and the big merchants. For small merchants,
It is a policy of taking by force.
In addition, the goods of the Weaving Bureau are not subject to inspection at waterway checkpoints along the way and do not have to pay taxes and fees at any checkpoints along the way. The admiral eunuchs of the Weaving Bureau have greater authority than the guarding eunuchs.
A wharf by the West Lake is adjacent to the Weaving Bureau, but it is extremely lively. The weaving eunuchs have set up a tribute market here. Anyone who has any treasures and curios can be traded here, and most of them are purchased by the Weaving Bureau.
Xu Qian walked in this tribute market, waving his fan all the way. In fact, this tribute market was not lively. When the tribute market was set up, he could fool a few people, but now, there are not many merchants and common people who are fooled.
However, there are still some people who hold on to the illusion that any treasures at home will be bought by the Zaozhao Bureau at a high price. Most of these people are outsiders and do not know the market price, let alone the fact that the Zaozai Bureau always eats people without spitting out their bones.
After wandering around for a while, the excitement started.
Not far ahead, however, I saw a man with a Ninghai accent surrounded by several police officers from the Production Bureau.
"My lords, this painting of mine is really passed down from my ancestors, it was definitely not stolen..."
"Scare! It's been passed down from ancestors? How can a small family like you pass down Xianggong An's handwriting from ancestors? You must have stolen it. How dare you deny it?"
This small businessman in Ninghai County was shocked. He originally wanted to sell a painting, thinking that this was a tribute market, a place for royal purchases, and the price would always be higher than other places. Who knew that he was sold instead?
People become thieves.
"My lord, I know you are a good man, how can you make a living by stealing? This painting is indeed my father's collection, but I just can't get it around at the moment, so... so..."
The few policemen could no longer care. Someone wanted to go up and grab the painting, but the little businessman was unwilling to do anything to protect him. Another policeman became furious and wanted to draw his sword.
There are quite a few people watching, including merchants and some scholars. After all, this is a tribute market, and most of the things bought and sold are rare toys. If the Zaozuo Bureau does not accept them, or you can collect some before buying them at the Zaozuo Bureau.
Curiosities are coming.
No one dared to discuss it in front of the police. This kind of thing is very common in Gong City. This small businessman has no background and is a foreigner. He dares to do business in Gong City. He deserves to be unlucky. Therefore.
Some people showed a bit of contempt, while others showed a bit of resentment.
The small businessman couldn't help but wailed and said: "If the official wants it, he can just take it with a few taels of silver. Why bother..."
"Be brave, this is what the emperor wants. You are the master and I want your things? This is stolen goods, you still want money? Let go quickly, otherwise I will take you to the bureau..."
At this moment, someone suddenly shouted: "Let go of that painting!"
A loud shout was like a thunderbolt from the blue, but it was very rare in this tribute market. Then I saw a young man standing out from the crowd, with an awe-inspiring righteousness in his eyebrows, like a fairy child descending to earth.
Several policemen immediately looked over and saw that he was just a young man. They were startled for a moment, and then laughed out loud.
Among the people watching, some felt that the visitor was inexperienced in the ways of the world, while others were secretly worried about the visitor.
The person who came was none other than Xu Qian. Xu Qian crossed his arms and said in an upright manner: "You dare to take something by force in broad daylight. Whose power do you rely on to be so bold?"
"Boy, who are you?" A leading police officer looked Xu Qian up and down.
Xu Qian said: "My surname is Xu, after Zhongliang, my ancestor Xu Wendao, Xianggong Xu!"
"Haha..." How could these policemen recognize Xianggong Xu? When they saw this boy reporting his ancestors, they couldn't help but laugh. Is this man crazy? Seeing that he reported his ancestors, he must have no background.
If you have a background, you will probably have to tell yourself who your father is.
Several messengers suddenly became arrogant, and the person who spoke before said: "You are blind, the bureau is running an errand, and you dare to stop it! We are under the order of Eunuch Liu, to purchase tribute for the palace, you
Does this guy want to die?"
Xu Qian sneered and said: "I don't recognize Eunuch Liu, he is just a dead eunuch, but he instructs you minions to do evil!"
This sentence immediately caused the expressions of several officers to change. They all looked at each other. One of them sneered fiercely and said: "This man dares to slander Eunuch Liu. He is so bold. Come and take him down."
"Wait a minute!" Xu Qian stopped him with his hand.
The officer froze, thinking that this kid had some kind of background. He wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, so he had to declare his status at this time. Although he was an admiral pretending to be a pawn of the eunuch, but if he met some big family,
There is still some scruple to be had.
Unexpectedly, Xu Qian said: "Can you let me compose a poem, and then take it from me?"
The officers were stunned...
Immediately, a police officer became furious: "Young man, how dare you amuse me? Come and take away this thief and this young man."
Several burly officials gathered around and lifted Xu Qian up. Xu Qian could only read a poem in his mouth: "You eunuchs and violent officials have suffered in Hangzhou for a long time. Today I wrote a poem to make you famous: Green
Waters and green mountains are in vain, Hua Tuo is helpless, little bugs are here. Thousands of villages are left with dead people, and thousands of households are deserted and ghosts are singing. Sitting on the ground, walking 80,000 miles a day, surveying the sky and looking at a thousand rivers in the distance. The Cowherd wants to ask about the plague god, but he is equally sad and happy.
The passing wave. The poet - went up the mountain to hunt the tiger."
Several officers listened to this poem. Although they didn't understand it very well, they could tell that it was a ghost, an insect, and a plague god. Anyone who wasn't a fool knew that it was an insult to Liu Eunuch and them, so they became furious.
He was furious, and when he heard that Xu Qian claimed that he went up the mountain to hunt tigers, his anger turned into a sneer.
They didn't know what it meant to hunt tigers in the mountains, but one thing they knew was that this sour scholar was really stupid in reading, and he even reported this at this time.
The officers took the peddler and Xu Qian directly to the Zaozuo Bureau, but the onlookers left behind were all shocked.
Some of the scholars were even more surprised. Could it be that that boy really went up the mountain to fight tigers? The song Linjiangxian that became famous in Nanjing and Hangzhou was also composed by him? This boy is so young, this... this...
So many people thought of Xu Qian's impromptu poem. This poem is actually relatively popular, and the contrast is neat, but the irony is beyond words. It is nothing more than a satire on Eunuch Liu and his minions for bullying the people. But a young man can compose poems impromptu.
, and his poetic attainments are also very high. Who else could this person be besides the talented man who made Linjiang Immortal who went up the mountain to fight tigers?
"I went up the mountain to hunt tigers, but Eunuch Liu took it."
"To me, he looks like Xu Qian, who recently won the first place in the government examination."
"Really? Is this person so young?"
"Isn't this man a child prodigy? It's just that he is a bit too reckless. Eunuch Liu was ordered to buy him. He is seeking death. He dares to create unreasonable affairs. He is really audacious."
"It is said that this man not only offended Eunuch Liu, but also offended many people. It is said that there are still many scholars making trouble in the prefect's Yamen. They are all petitioning the prefect to remove his title, saying that he was involved.
Cheating in the government examination.”
"Cheating? Only someone else can write such a poem, and the Linjiang Immortal. Do you still need to cheat on a small test?"
"Never mind this, we are just watching from the sidelines, but you don't know that many gentry families have lost their names this year. On the contrary, Xu has suddenly emerged as a new force, and he has been hated by many people. The prefect must naturally rely a lot on the local gentry to govern the place.
so……"
"Come on, let's go to the Production Bureau to watch the fun."