Chapter 242 Excellent melon-eating experience (please vote for me!)
It's not that Wang Yuanwai's wisdom and experience are not as good as Lu Junbi's, it's just that his position is different and his feelings are different.
After all, Lu Junbi was also a scholar. Under the social mechanism of "scholars, farmers, industry and commerce", he was relatively aloof. Although he did have interests, he was not that strong.
After years of hard work, Wang Yuanwai has made enough money but has also encountered a bottleneck. He urgently needs to make a political jump and enter the semi-Confucian and semi-business class, otherwise he may not even be able to keep his huge wealth.
The layouts that Mr. Lin sketched out were all feasible and beautiful. They fully met Wang Yuanwai's most urgent needs and struck straight into the depths of Wang Yuanwai's soul!
As long as you follow these instructions, becoming a celebrity in Yangzhou City is within your reach!
That's why the magnetic field of "powerful and blinding" appeared, causing Wang Yuanwai to lose his mind.
Lu Xiucai, who was still sober, felt that this was not going to work, so he stopped hiding it and asked Lin Tailai directly:
"You just saw Wang Yuanwai's daughter, are you interested in getting married?"
Lin Daguan sighed, "As the saying goes, you know a person's face but not his heart. You don't know me well.
I don’t want to deceive you, but I advise you to consider this matter after you get to know me better.”
Lu Xiucai and Wang Yuanwai looked at each other. What does "Friend Wang" mean? They understand every word, but why can't they understand it when they are connected together?
If you know people, know their faces, but don’t know their hearts, how can you use it on yourself? What kind of understanding is knowing more?
After Lin Tailai left, Lu Xiucai said to Wang Yuanwai: "Yuanwai, you are really out of your mind today."
Wang Yuanwai also came to his senses and realized that he was acting abnormally. He said helplessly: "I seem to have had a beautiful dream."
Then he complained: "You must have told him all about my situation, so he created dreams for me in a targeted manner."
Lu Junbi was speechless. Since he was thinking of proposing marriage, wouldn't it be normal to tell the other party the basic situation?
Who would have thought that "Friend Wang" could be so deceptive, making Mr. Wang so lustful that he couldn't stop.
Finally, Wang Yuanwai said: "Actually, I sent people to Suzhou two days ago to wait for more information before making a decision."
"This is the safest way." Lu Junbi felt relieved, as long as the old man didn't get carried away.
Feeling more and more unfathomable about "Friend Wang", Lu Xiucai also planned to stay quiet for two days and not provoke him for the time being.
Near the small east gate of Yangzhou City, there is an exquisite house with three bays deep, commonly known as the Zheng Family Ganquan Villa.
In recent times, this villa has attracted a lot of attention, especially many scholars who want to take a peek.
Because Zheng Zhiyan, the richest man in Yangzhou City, bought the oiran from Suzhou and temporarily placed it here.
Zheng Yuanwai has already announced to the public that the Suzhou Oiran will be given as a reward to the top candidate in the Pingshan Hall Poetry Competition.
This stunt caused a huge sensation among local scholars in Yangzhou.
The majority of people participating in the poetry competition are definitely local people. If there is no obvious superiority of the powerful dragon crossing the river, the rewards will generally remain local.
This morning, a tall and strong figure appeared in front of the gate of Zheng's villa.
"Bang, bang, bang!" The giant man in a long Confucian scarf was rude and slapped the door panel hard.
Against the backdrop of the stalwart figure, the door panel seems very thin and fragile.
When several vendors across the street saw this scene, they always felt that the door panel would be smashed in the next moment.
The door was opened, and the slave inside yelled: "Where did you come from, this bastard who doesn't care about life and death?"
The slaves of the Zheng family were also used to being arrogant in Yangzhou City, and they would curse when they got angry.
The tall figure shouted: "Suzhou Linsheng, come here to pay homage to Bai Ji! Let Bai Ji come out and meet you!"
The slave of the Zheng family said lotus flowers without hesitation: "Get out! If you dare to act like a bastard again, you won't be able to leave Yangzhou City!"
After saying that, the slave closed the door again.
From the perspective of the slaves of the Zheng family, it would be polite not to hit such a rude guest.
This Suzhou Linsheng is naturally Lin Tailai. Even if others are pretending, they would not dare to pretend like this.
Although he was rejected, Lin Tailai was not angry or annoyed. He raised his foot again and kicked the door slowly.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The continuous sound made the nursing home slave inside feel upset.
He immediately opened the door again and rushed out to beat anyone he saw!
Official Lin retreated a few steps until he reached the foot of the steps and exclaimed: "Why do you Zheng family still beat people!"
Then Lin Daguan took light steps and dodged back and forth in the open space in front of the gate.
The three slaves of the Zheng family who rushed out punched and kicked for a long time. They were so lonely that they didn't even touch the figure of the man outside.
So I finally felt something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on what was wrong.
The characteristic of citizens in commercial metropolises is that they love to watch the excitement, not to mention that the area near Xiaodongmen is one of the most lively areas in Yangzhou City today.
Some people gathered unknowingly in the streets and alleys, stretching their necks to look this way.
Most people still don't know the cause and effect, and someone immediately asked: "What's going on? What's going on?"
Then someone explained: "The tall man wanted to meet Bai Huakui from Suzhou, but he was besieged by the slaves of Zheng Salt Merchant."
Someone else asked: "Who is this man?"
Someone still gave a considerate explanation: "This man calls himself Lin Sheng of Suzhou. He is suspected to be the best hero in Suzhou City. He is now Lin Tailai, the master of martial arts."
Someone else asked: "What is the relationship between Lin Jieyuan and Bai Huakui?"
Some people still explain: "Lin Jieyuan has always been in love with Bai Huakui, and Bai Huakui has always been interested in Lin Jieyuan.
But it's hard for lovers to get married, so Bai Huakui was sold to Zheng Salt Merchant in Yangzhou, so Lin Jieyuan chased her to Yangzhou."
After learning the cause and effect, most of the melon eaters were immediately satisfied.
I just feel that the experience of eating melon today was great. No matter what doubts I have, someone will explain everything and make people eat happily.
Then he commented wisely: "The Zheng family is not easy to get along with. I'm afraid Lin Jieyuan will also suffer a loss when he arrives in Yangzhou."
The three domestic slaves finally tired themselves out. They pointed at Official Lin while panting, and swore in a bluffing manner: "You're so annoying, mother! If you dare to hang around in front of the door again, I'll kill you with a few knives!"
After the three slaves returned and closed the door, Lin Tailai strolled to the white wall. He didn't know when he had an extra pen and ink in his hand, and he picked up the pen and started writing on the wall.
Just now, I was afraid of being hurt, so passers-by who were standing farther away couldn't see clearly.
Of course, even if you can see clearly, it may not be useful, because not everyone is literate.
At this moment, there were suddenly several people in the crowd, each holding a large stack of paper sheets and shouting: "What is printed on this paper is the inscription on the wall!"
When everyone heard this, regardless of whether they were literate or not, they immediately rushed to grab the manuscript. Those who were illiterate could also take it back and show it to others.
Those few people also accepted everyone who came, and whenever anyone asked, they would all hand over a paper manuscript.
So everyone once again felt that today's melon-eating experience was simply extraordinary.
I have been eating melon for many years and it has never been as silky as it is today.
The literate readers immediately opened the manuscript, read it, and recited it aloud.
I saw that there was a short poem on it, the title was "Bodhisattva Man, Remembering Bai Ji", and the text was:
"The roses have not been washed away by the rouge rain, and the east wind is not suitable to urge people away.
My thoughts are hazy in the rain, and my jade flute is in my spring dream.
The setting sun is separated by the fragrant grass, and the eyes are full of sad green.
Without saying a word, I ask about the green hills, which ring with the sound of cuckoos."
After reading it, I felt as if there was a sad and sad emotion that lingered on the paper for a long time.
How deep is Lin Jieyuan's affection and longing for Bai Huakui to write such a word?
What a bad fate! How could this happen?
At this time, I heard a roar in front of the gate of Zheng's Villa: "I, Suzhou Linsheng, will never give up easily! I will come again this afternoon!"
The onlookers on the roadside understood that this matter was not over yet, and they could continue to eat melon in the afternoon.
By afternoon, before the protagonist appeared, the street in front of the Zheng Family Courtyard had already gathered more people than in the morning.
At a glance, there are at least hundreds of them, and the proportion of people who are scholars is quite high. After all, this person is more interested in the entertainment industry.
Lin Jieyuan did not break his promise and showed up to live up to expectations, and then he kicked the door skillfully with an unhurried rhythm.
Several domestic slaves couldn't bear it and rushed out, pointed at Lin Jieyuan and cursed: "Seeking death!"
Lin Tailai ignored these domestic slaves and shouted at the door at the top of his lungs:
"Swallow! Swallow! How can I live without you! Swallow! Swallow! Will we see you again!"
Everyone eating melons on the roadside was very confused. Although they could hear heartbreaking emotions from the shouts, who was this swallow?
Someone immediately explained it thoughtfully on the spot: "Oiran Bai's name is Bai Yan. Yanzi should be the nickname of Oiran Bai. Only people who are close to him will call him Bai Yan."
Everyone who ate the melon solved their doubts and felt satisfied again.
Facing the shouting troublemakers, the slaves of the Zheng family couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward to beat them.
Lin Jieyuan still started to dodge, and the situation was almost exactly the same as that in the morning.
After the slave was tired and returned to the courtyard, Lin Jieyuan once again wrote furiously on the white wall outside.
Sure enough, there was someone handing out paper manuscripts again in the crowd, and they were still welcome.
People who eat melon don’t have to worry at all, because they can’t see clearly or remember the poems on the wall, which will lead to a poor experience of eating melon.
The title of the paper manuscript is "Stealing the Voice of Mulan, Thinking of Bai Ji", and the text is:
"There is a swing on a rope in the shade of a green poplar tree. A baby swallow learns to fly to the pond and climb to the pavilion."
The water rises and the silver pond falls. The duckweeds fall and the sun sets.
Go down to Jiangnan Road from the Hanshan Temple. From here the painting oar and the waves will go.
The corner tower of the city is empty. Thousands of leaves and thousands of flowers are in tears."
Literate readers all sighed after reading it, it was still so affectionate and vivid on the page.
How deep the emotion must be to write such contagious words.
At this time, another roar came from the front door: "I, Suzhou Linsheng, will never give up easily! I will come again tomorrow morning!"
The onlookers on the roadside understood that this matter was not over yet, and they could continue to eat melon tomorrow morning.
Although the scene in the afternoon seems to be a replica of the morning, it seems to be getting more and more interesting, and the climax is far from coming!
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