Li Yan didn't leave, and Song Wen felt confident. Another day later, Song Wen asked the beggars to go back to Bianliang to wait for help, and then inquired about various news on the street, while he returned to Zixuan Tower alone.
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Little Turtle Gong, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was back. The welcoming teapot in Zixuan Tower was stunned when he saw Song Wen, and then ran to the back hall in a hurry.
Song Wen walked in with some confusion, and saw the little turtles and teapots sweeping the court all around, all putting down their work and looking at him blankly.
"Is it possible that I have flowers on my face? Don't be so scary!"
Song Wen said to everyone with a guilty conscience.
"Brother Wen, you are back!"
Song Wen looked up and saw that it was Mr. Li who was in charge in Zixuan Tower.
"Song Wen has met Mr. Li. In the past few days..."
Mr. Li smiled and waved his hand: "Don't mention these, don't mention these...Brother Wen is not a thing in the pool, sooner or later he will do big things! These trivial things in the building are not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning.
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"Well...after all, I'm still the little turtle slave in Zixuan Tower. Isn't that appropriate?"
Mr. Li laughed loudly, picked up Song Wen and ran to the back hall.
An old man with a gray beard and a green shirt was sitting behind the table, looking at a roll of account books. After Song Wen came in, Mr. Li immediately bowed and saluted: "Second proprietor, Song Wen is back."
Song Wen was stunned when he heard this. Isn't the proprietor in Bianliang a girl? Why is there another second proprietor?
Song Wen bowed and saluted: "Song Wen has met the second proprietor."
"Well, please, your name is Song Wen... I remember that when the proprietor came to Bianliang from Yangzhou more than ten years ago, he bought a dozen male and female dolls on the way. At first, he kept them in a village outside the city.
Pick the smart ones and send them to Zixuan Tower. You should have come to Zixuan Tower at that time!"
Song Wen answered honestly: "I was too young at that time, so I can't remember clearly."
The old man nodded: "It's still not clear in the building, but the young man who set up the Jiuxianchai to bet with the Liao people the day before yesterday and made a sound that shocked Bianliang... is you, Brother Wen! Yes, you have made friends with the powerful children of the generals at a young age.
, he can also jointly open a wine shop with them and hold a wine fairy competition, which is famous in Bianliang... He is indeed a talent!"
Song Wen was confused when he heard this... What do you mean? Are you trying to exercise your rights as a slave owner and want to take away all your wealth? You really think that I am your turtle slave, right? Even if Zhao Shenyan and his wife can't count on it,
Li Yan and Zhou Tong's martial arts skills are enough to protect themselves! What does the old guy want to do?
Song Wen tried his best to remain calm, but lowered his head and seemed to be listening to the teachings. The old man had a pair of deep eyes. After looking at Song Wen, he then smiled and said: "My young man has a lot of potential, which is also the pride of our boss! I
He is considered to be half the boss of the proprietor's business in Bianliang... and he understands that the proprietor is a broad-minded person! You don't have to panic, Zixuanlou will not take away the family property you earned outside, but...
Have you ever thought about staying under the proprietor and using your brain to do great things?"
Song Wen frowned: "May I ask the owner's name and how big his business is?"
"The proprietor doesn't like ostentation and doesn't want to make friends with powerful people. He lives quietly in Hangzhou and controls the world. As for business... Haha, from the sea trade in Quanzhou to the salt and iron in the northwest, as well as the silk cloth from the south of the Yangtze River, all the major cities in the Song Dynasty
The restaurant and brothel...the family has a fortune of tens of millions and the business is booming!"
Song Wen quickly bowed his hand and said: "It turns out that our boss is so rich and powerful. I didn't know it in the past. He is really a frog in the well..."
Song Wen cursed in his heart... Bragging! Bragging hard! The old guy is so shameless, why don't you say that you are all rich and incomparable?
Seeing that this old guy kept silent about his slave status and the slave status of the green slave that he had been thinking about before...Song Wen suddenly laughed and said: "What the second proprietor just said is untrue, I am just a little turtle in the building.
We are the slaves of the proprietor! We can do whatever the proprietor orders us to do... As for the small business outside, it is just a help to a friend! Mr. Zhao also has several generals and disciples, as well as the one who shocked Bianliang.
Gao Yanei... How can he like Xiao Xiao? As long as the proprietor says a word, Xiao Xiao will immediately go back to the building and work hard!"
The old man chuckled and pushed out an old document on the table with the official seal of the household registration of Kaifeng Prefecture in Bianliang... "This is the slave registration document when you settled under the rule of Kaifeng Prefecture! It's just a small matter, as long as you sincerely work for Dongfang.
!From today on, you are the second shopkeeper of this Zixuan Building, as well as the Yingchun Building in Bianliang, Tokyo! One of the 72 main stores where Jiuqu Guan sells documents... It is also the property of our proprietor, you can also serve as
The second shopkeeper of Yingchun Building! You are free and have two rights that allow you to show off your talents... What do you think?"
Zhao Shenyan was a little depressed. He was actually not a lazy person, but he had indeed neglected his martial arts skills over the years. If nothing else, Wu Xunyinbu now... was almost ruined.
Those who can fight in front of the battle are all thieves and fierce military households! How many noble sons actually went to the Forbidden Army to become junior officers after filling their military posts, and then went to the northwest or north to fight the barbarians?
But the day before yesterday, the scene of Little Turtle sitting down at the gate with his sword in hand, and then betting his life with the nobles of Liao Kingdom in high spirits, really shocked me!
It turns out that men can be so arrogant and domineering...
Ping Niang walked in with a maid carrying a bowl of soup. Seeing Zhao Shenyan sitting behind the desk in a daze, Ping Niang smiled and walked over and said, "What are you thinking about?"
Zhao Shenyan blurted out: "Next time we hold the Jiuxian Tournament, I will also go out and bet my life with the barbarians! Uh... Madam, haha... I just said casually, Huo Shaochun's name is so loud now, I'm afraid those Xixia barbarians and Khitan barbarians
I don’t even dare to come up and act wild again!”
Ping Niang sighed: "Mr. Lang, these arrogant actions are all the tricks of the gangsters, and they are not worthy of elegance! Under my rule in the Song Dynasty, you either have real military exploits, or you have to take the imperial examination road..."
Zhao Shenyan sighed and said: "I know... but how many are as good at both civil and military skills as my grandfather? Wu Ke raised his sword and mounted his horse to form an army, and Wen Ke passed all the way and passed the third rank and was born in the same imperial examination... I am really
It can’t be done anymore.”
Ping Niang said: "If nothing else, let's talk about Gao Qiu! Isn't it true that he doesn't even have the reputation of being a scholar? He has commanded all the way from the companion to the third government office. If Cai Xiang hadn't remained calm, those forbidden army generals would have been obstructing...
…Official officials may even dare to mention him directly to the Privy Council to take charge of the military.”
There was a sound of a crutch falling to the ground, and an old woman entered the calligraphy hall with the support of an ugly maid. Pingniang hurriedly saluted: "Mother, why are you here?"
Zhao Shenyan's mother nodded: "I heard that Yan'er has been worried about something for the past two days, so I came over to have a look... Ping Niang, what you just said is a bit exaggerated. No matter how much the Ren family favors Gao Qiu, he will never be able to join the Privy Council.
Yes! Since the founding of the Song Dynasty, only Di Wuxiang, who was not a civil servant, has held the power of the privy envoy! Moreover, his end was not very good... Today's officials are very sophisticated and will not give such a handle to the civil servants! That high official
I should be content if I can secure my seat in the third government office."
Pingniang sighed: "Mother, what should Lang Jun plan?"
Zhao Shenyan helped the old lady sit on the chair. The old lady raised her head and glanced at her daughter-in-law Ping Niang: "If you can't study well, what good way out is there? Just take care of the family farm and business... As for the way out, have a few sons as soon as possible.
Educate them well and let them study hard! It is serious to rely on a few Jinshi to promote people!"
Ping Niang suddenly turned red with embarrassment and lowered her head. This was her Achilles heel!
The old lady sighed and said, "I have found a good woman who can diagnose your pulse, and I will invite you over tomorrow to give you a good look... We have been married for more than a year, why is there still no movement in your stomach?"
The little maid next to Ping Niang was so frightened that she did not dare to raise her head. Ping Niang gritted her teeth and said, "My daughter-in-law thinks she is fine, so Wen Po doesn't have to..."
The old lady of the Zhao family frowned: "Let's take a look!"