They both belong to the waterway station, Yang Qing Station has ruined Jinghai County's finances, but Jingkou Station is making money every day.
The inn built on the shore can be called a garden-style hotel, and it even has three stages, where opera troupes are often invited to sing. This is not an inn, it is clearly a large comprehensive entertainment venue!
Not only on the shore, but also in the water, the passenger ships at the mouth of the canal are also part of the inn industry.
Business travelers do not need to go ashore and can stay directly on large passenger ships. On board the passenger ship, all food, accommodation and entertainment are available, and you can even attract famous prostitutes. You can look at the picture albums directly, ensuring that you can enjoy the prosperity of Zhenjiang without leaving the ship.
How big is Jingkou Station?
There are a total of more than 100 post houses, more than 30 boats, more than 70 horses, 3 pavilions, 3 rolling sheds, 3 stages, 26 stables, 1 Taoist temple (Mawang Palace), post soldiers, grooms,
There are more than 500 sailors, waiters, cooks, and bearers. It is also equipped with a sedan room, a restaurant, a veterinary room, a prisoner room, a fodder room, Xiao Wang Hall, etc. There is also a branch in Guazhou with many cattle rooms and stables.
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The Yi Cheng of Jingkou Station is not worthy of being replaced by another county magistrate!
The merchant ship that Zhao Han and the others boarded did not leave until Zhenjiang, but stopped to unload cargo and conduct business.
Fei Yinghuan was so lavish that he didn't bother to go ashore to find a cheap inn, so he checked into the luxury passenger ship directly and waited to transfer to the ship to Jiujiang.
According to this method of spending money, the money borrowed from Wang Yongshi will probably be gone before returning to Qianshan.
Guest room.
Fei Yinghuan was savoring a piece of Qi Gong style and said to Zhao Han: "Write another one called "Will Enter the Wine"."
Zhao Han immediately opened the "Selected Poems of the Tang Dynasty" and began to copy the poems seriously, while becoming familiar with the corresponding traditional Chinese characters.
In fact, Zhao Han's calligraphy is not bad, and he also worked hard in the training class in elementary school. He was belittled by Fei Yinghuan before. It was purely a problem with the strokes of Qigong style. The glyphs and structures are relatively good. How could he be criticized by Fei if he really wrote poorly?
Master, take it for research?
While Zhao Han was waving the brush, Fei Yinghuan tasted the calligraphy in his hand and said: "The character shape of 'Zen' is probably derived from the monk Zhiyong, but it has been slightly changed, and the structure is solid and superior..."
This guy is splitting characters and is familiar with the glyph structure of Qigong style. He asks Zhao Han to write new characters every day.
Fei Yinghuan never understood why Qi Gong Body looked a bit ugly at first glance but turned out to be beautiful upon second glance, because he didn't know what the golden ratio was.
Analyzed from a scientific perspective, Qigong style means sacrificing strokes and allowing the glyph structure to appear in golden proportions.
After finally finishing the song "About to Enter the Wine", Zhao Han asked: "Sir, do you want to write more?"
"No, let's continue tomorrow." Fei Yinghuan stared at the handwriting in his hand, not even bothering to raise his head.
Zhao Han rubbed his sore wrists and went to open the window to let in the river breeze.
On the shore, businessmen and travelers are busy and prosperous. Is there any sign of the end of the world?
Shandong and Beizhili are two different worlds, and Jiangnan and Shandong are two different worlds. Even the spirits of beggars are different.
Jiangnan is rich!
On the stage of the station, a scholar was giving a lecture, and the audience was full of listeners from different walks of life.
The content of the scholars' lectures could not be heard, but the cheers from the audience could be heard from time to time. The crazy appearance was like a star giving a concert.
Zhao Han couldn't help but ask: "Sir, the guests on the boat said that Mr. Jishan is very famous. Why don't you get off the boat and listen to his lectures?"
Fei Yinghuan sneered and sneered: "I have seen Liu Zongzhou, a native of Shanyin, Zhejiang, who was deeply influenced by Wang Xue, but in turn criticized Mr. Yangming. Not only did he criticize Mr. Yangming, he also criticized Zhu Zi and Lu Xiangshan. Crazy life
One, he has forgotten his ancestors after many classics, but his fame is quite great."
"I see." Zhao Han said no more.
In fact, Zhao Han himself wanted to get off the boat and have a look. After all, this was the first historical celebrity he met.
Liu Zongzhou, Mr. Jishan, a member of the Donglin Party, refused the invitation of Baylor from the Manchu Qing Dynasty and died of fasting for twenty-three days.
Fei Yinghuan and Fei Dagongzi obviously misunderstood Liu Zongzhou deeply.
When Liu Zongzhou was young, he was too arrogant, and he did catch Zhu Xi, Lu Jiuyuan, and Wang Yangming to criticize him. But now that he has resigned from office and has been studying in hiding for many years, his academic thinking has undergone a huge change, and he has become a loyal follower of Wang Yangming.
After Chongzhen succeeded to the throne, Liu Zongzhou was elected as the prefect of Shuntian and was invited to give lectures on his way north.
Zhao Han lay down and looked out the window for a while, and asked curiously: "Sir, what do you think of the Donglin Party members?"
Fei Yinghuan smiled and said: "The Donglin Academy has been burned down, how can there be any real Donglin Party? They are just followers. But you have heard of the Donglin Party at such a young age?"
Zhao Han could only talk nonsense: "My father highly praised the Donglin Party during his lifetime."
Fei Yinghuan explained: "When Wei Zhongxian came to power, anyone who opposed Wei, regardless of their place of origin, was labeled as the Donglin Party. After Wei Zhongxian's fall, everyone strived to become the Donglin Party, otherwise they would be denounced as eunuchs
It’s either this or that, it’s fighting for the party. I went to Beijing to take the exam at the beginning of the year and stayed in an elder’s home. I heard from him that the court was bustling every day.”
Well, the Donglin Party is a political party. This statement was beyond Zhao Han's expectation.
Fei Yinghuan continued to study calligraphy, and Zhao Han returned to his cabin.
The four masters and servants live in the same suite.
Fei Yinghuan lived alone in the big cabin, while Zhao Han, Zhao Zhenfang, and Wei Jianxiong shared the cabin. He could order them to do things whenever necessary.
"Second brother, look, look, look!" Zhao Zhenfang ran over happily holding a toy.
Zhao Han smiled and hugged his little sister and asked, "What is this?"
Zhao Zhenfang said as if offering a treasure: "This is a puppet given by Uncle Wei. The neck, hands and feet can be moved."
Zhao Han came over to play with it for a while, pretending to be surprised: "It can really move, it's such a delicate puppet!"
Zhao Zhenfang grinned wider, revealing the gap where her teeth were changing. The little girl became more and more cheerful.
After coaxing the little girl for a while, Zhao Han said gratefully: "Thank you, Uncle Wei..."
"No need, I got off the ship to do some work, I bought it conveniently," Wei Jianxiong lay on the ground bunk, crossed his legs leisurely, holding a piece of grass in his mouth, "You go pack your luggage, the ship has been found, and we will leave for Jiujiang tomorrow."
Zhao Han quickly went to pack his things, and he did all the chores along the way. Wei Jianxiong was so leisurely that he became half a young master.
After finishing the work, Wei Jianxiong asked again: "Have you practiced spear today?"
Zhao Han said: "It's not too late yet."
Wei Jianxiong urged: "Stab a thousand times a day, never less than once."
Zhao Han had no choice but to take out his spear and practice thrusting in the cabin. The moves were the same, boring and boring.
After finally finishing the practice, Wei Jianxiong started calling again: "Go and call for food and drinks."
Zhao Han picked up the bench and left the cabin. There was a bell at the door. He had to set up a bench to reach it.
"Jingle Bell!"
The crisp bell rang, and soon a waiter came to provide room service.
Zhao Han said: "Please send me some food."
Wei Jianxiong lay inside and shouted: "A Jinling roast duck, a plate of braised dried beans, two pounds of soy sauce beef, a steamed mandarin fish, a steamer of white rice, and a pot of Shaoxing Huadiao."
The waiter said: "Sir, the beef with soy sauce is out of stock. I'm afraid it won't be available until tomorrow."
Don't talk about the imperial ban, beef is also sold, monkey brains are available, and you can even order shark's fin, as long as you can afford it.
Wei Jianxiong said: "Then change it to mutton."
"Okay, gentlemen, please wait a moment!" The waiter trotted away.
About two-quarters of an hour later, the waiter came over with wine and food, and brought them into the big room for Fei Yinghuan to enjoy.
Fei Yinghuan didn't have much appetite, so he only ate some roast duck and half a mandarin fish, and left the rest to three servants.
Wei Jianxiong took a few mouthfuls and felt unsatisfied. He suddenly stood up and walked into the back room, reaching out to grab the wine bottle on the table.
Fei Yinghuan reminded: "I still want to drink."
Wei Jianxiong said with a smile: "Master, the wine is not hot anymore. Cold wine hurts the stomach. The old lady asked me to take care of you all the way."
"Nonsense, the wine isn't hot anymore? Put it down quickly!" Fei Yinghuan was a little angry.
"It's still hot? Then let me try it," Wei Jianxiong took a swig from the spout of the pot and said in surprise, "It's strange, it's really not cold at all. Please give it back to the young master."
Fei Yinghuan looked at the saliva on the spout, and suddenly a black line appeared, and he cursed loudly: "You damn slave, get out of here with the wine!"
Wei Jianxiong bowed his hands and said, "Thank you very much, Sir, for the wine."
Swaggering back to the hut, Wei Jianxiong's eyes widened, he looked at the empty plate and asked: "Where is the Jinling roast duck?"
Zhao Zhenfang was sucking her fingers, her mouth was full of oil, and she looked innocent.
"After eating, there is only half a duck head left. Uncle Wei, do you want to eat?" Zhao Han handed over the duck head in his mouth.
Wei Jianxiong sighed: "You two are really good at eating. Such a big duck can be eaten in the blink of an eye."
Zhao Zhenfang covered her mouth and snickered, then took out a plate with braised dried beans: "Uncle Wei, I'm teasing you, not a single piece of duck leg or duck breast has been touched."
"I still have some conscience." Wei Jianxiong curled his lips.
Being a slave of Fei's family, apart from other things, I had a very rich diet along the way.
Fei Yinghuan was used to extravagance and extravagance, so he let Wei Jianxiong order whatever he wanted. He only ate a little, and the rest went into the stomachs of Zhao Han, Zhao Zhenfang, and Wei Jianxiong.
When they arrived in Jiujiang to change ships, the brother and sister had gained weight and were no longer as thin as before.
At the same time, Zhao Han finally understood why Wei Jianxiong was so big and round. He was a complete jobber!
However, the relationship between Fei Yinghuan and Wei Jianxiong made Zhao Han a little confused.
They are not like masters and servants at all, but more like sworn brothers.