Wang Zhiwei took a sip, stood up and took a look, and saw a middle-aged man in his forties sitting alone next to a tea table behind a tree, drinking wine. The man was wearing a beige ordinary robe, with a hat on his head. The servant has a thick black beard and a pair of sparkling eyes.
Wang Zhiwei glanced at the official boots on the man's feet, cupped his hands and said, "I just said it casually to my friends, but you don't need to take it seriously!"
The black-bearded man smiled and said: "Don't worry about anything, it's just an unintentional comment in the romantic field... However, young people, you still have to be grateful and loyal to the court!"
Inexplicably, Song Wen felt a little irritable after hearing these words... Loyalty, loyalty, what the heck? He fooled the people of the world into blindly worshiping the official emperor like a low-IQ slave. The life and death of all people in the world depended on one person. ?This is loyalty?
"Hahaha... I heard that Master Zhu Meng and Zhu have gone south again according to the order. Will the common people and merchants wherever the Bureau goes, feel grateful to the imperial court?"
The middle-aged man frowned, coldly put down the wine glass in his hand, and shouted: "How dare you, a child with a yellow mouth, dare to discuss government affairs?"
Wang Zhiwei knew that the man suspected of being an official was probably someone who was used to sitting in high positions, and it would definitely not be a wise move to offend him for no reason... He quickly said that his friend was drunk and just talking nonsense, and that the official did not need to care. .
Song Wen didn't know why he actually stood up with the wine glass in hand. Maybe it was because he was so busy these days that he hit the back of his head and was in poor physical condition. In short, after drinking a pot of grapes, Song Wen felt a little dizzy...
"A certain commoner in the Song Dynasty would not dare to discuss the state affairs arbitrarily. If this gentleman has good eyesight, he will look back to the west... The majestic Genyue Mountain is like a fairyland. It is really the first wonder of the Song Dynasty! The simple things on Wazi Street are simple This thing is nothing compared to the Genyue miracle..."
Wang Zhiwei was shocked and hurriedly came over and asked Song Wen to stop talking nonsense.
The middle-aged man frowned and finally sighed.
Song Wen had been practicing martial arts for the past year and his body was actually quite strong. He threw away Wang Zhiwei's arm and sneered... "This official looks down on the Han and Tang Dynasties? Could it be that he only looks down on the martial arts people? I, the Great Song Dynasty Chongwen Wu, are you just suppressing it now? Where are the Western Regions of the Han and Tang Dynasties? Where is the Yanyun of the Han and Tang Dynasties? Is the Song Dynasty really singing and dancing to bring peace and prosperity to the world? "
The middle-aged man banged the table, looked at Song Wen and shouted in a low voice: "That's enough, it's because I, the Great Song Dynasty, have never been punished for what I say, that I let you, a brat with a yellow mouth, talk nonsense! Get out quickly, be careful of the trouble that comes from your mouth..." …”
Wang Zhiwei was so frightened that he pulled Song Wen desperately and wanted to leave from the side immediately, because this place had begun to attract people's attention, and he, an abandoned son who was exiled from the family, did not dare to cause any trouble.
Song Wen was drunk, and he suddenly changed the poem that later generations of literati criticized the emperor and ministers of Gou An in the Southern Song Dynasty, and then laughed and cursed...
"What time does the singing and dancing in Bianliang and the Qingshan Tower outside the mountains end? The warm breeze makes the tourists drunk, forgetting the sixteen states of Yanyun!"
Wang Zhiwei couldn't hear clearly what he was reading, so he quickly pulled Song Wen around some trees and left quietly through the side door.
The middle-aged man behind the desk was stunned for a moment, recalling the few lines of poetry that Song Wen had just casually recited...
"What time does the singing and dancing in Bianliang and the Qingshan Tower outside the mountains end? The warm breeze makes the tourists drunk, forgetting the sixteen states of Yanyun... It's good, but it's a pity that the last sentence ends in an anticlimax."
Two well-dressed men suddenly came over holding folding fans, and bowed to the man respectfully: "I have seen Zhang Haizhou... Mr. Zhang, since you are here, why is Mo Yuan sitting in such a remote place? Mr. Zhang, please come forward and comment.
How about the white lady from the Jinyu Tower? Mr. Cai You is also drinking in front, so you can go and pay a visit and have fun with me."
The middle-aged man seemed to be still thinking about the few lines of poetry he had just said. He just waved his hand after hearing this... "It just happened to be a meeting. I just came in to have a glass of wine to relieve my fatigue... You don't have to be polite. Poems are not mine.
Director, you can do whatever you want. I'm not familiar with Mr. Cai You, so I won't bother you rudely."
The two romantic figures looked at each other and said goodbye.
The two returned to the exquisite table next to the flowers in front of the pavilion. Behind the table, a middle-aged man wearing a plain gauze jacket asked casually: "Oh, it seems that Uncle Zhang doesn't give you face?"
The two officials looked a little embarrassed, and the leader said softly: "Zhang Shuye has always been like this, sir, don't worry about it."
The middle-aged man chuckled, played with the jade cup in his hand and said with a smile: "What a joke, I, Cai You, have never seen such an official, so why should I care about a mere Zhang Shuye? At worst, let him be the magistrate in another place...
…snort!"
Uncle Zhang drank the remaining wine in his glass at night, stood up and left Mo Yuan, where people were reveling in singing and dancing... A guard attendant was waiting outside the door with a horse. When he saw his master coming out, he hurriedly came up to say hello.
Zhang Shuye waved his hand... "Let's take a walk to let go of the alcohol... Just now, two young men left in a hurry from the garden. Did you see them?"
The confidant guard shook his head... "Sir, I never noticed it."
Zhang Shuye lowered his head and thought hard. He always felt that the young man who spoke arrogantly seemed to have some impression... Where had he seen this guy before?
The sky was getting dark, and a red lantern was hung up in a liquor store at the intersection next to it. Zhang Shuye suddenly thought of it!
Spring is burning, Sihai Winery...Jiu Xian Challenge!
Isn't that guy the same little businessman who bet his life in the ring with Brother Yelushan, the young prince of the Liao Kingdom at the beginning of the year?
I have forgotten his name, but I clearly remember the way the man was sitting in front of the main store in Gaoyang, waiting for the Liao people to come and take his head.
Zhang Shuye smiled and shook his head...it turned out to be him.
A young man from the city with a passionate heart... No wonder he could recite such passionate poems about the imperial court.
Song Wen was tired. The continuous hard work had already exhausted him. If the disgrace of Jingkang hadn't reminded him that he had to race against time to prepare, he would have sold off his industrial shares in Bianliang and returned to Qingshan Village to spend leisurely time with the teenagers.
went.
As for the selection of oirans from the four major brothels... in Song Wen's eyes, that's bullshit!
Commercial activities without a broad mass base are just flashy and useless performances...
When he thought that there were hundreds of teenagers in his Qingshan Village who had to support and teach by himself, Song Wen was eager to make money! Bianliang, which is full of wealthy businessmen, wealthy businessmen, wealthy and powerful people... How much money do they have?
Sometimes Song Wen wanted to hoard some kerosene, gunpowder, etc. to burn Zhao Ji's palace, and then dig some tunnels in advance to empty Zhao Ji's treasury in the chaos... Anyway, in the end, the Jurchens might as well keep it to themselves.
Go recruit troops and buy horses.
This method is too immoral and will probably harm countless innocent people... Song Wen just thought about it and felt that he was too immoral.
The formal rehearsals for the Paradise Stage have begun...
The tickets have been sold out, and all the brothel proprietors who came to watch the party in advance are very excited. Now they can make a fortune again! The name of Song Caishen of Wazi Street is indeed worthy of his name... Where did he get all these money-making ideas?
?
Song Wen hid in his teahouse private room and began to draw another plan...a huge plan!
Wang Zhiwei ran over in high spirits, talking about the grand occasion and expectations of the Paradise Rehearsal, and accidentally glanced at the drawings on the table... "What is this? Why is it so big? What are the circles and circles?
?Is this another way to make money?"
Song Wen nodded: "This is a big deal that can really make money every day... Wazijie is not qualified to participate!"
"We have strong financial resources now, what business can't we do?"
Song Wen smiled: "Government-run casino...jockey club!"
An Chun suddenly came to Song Wen's door in a hurry, cupped his hands and said: "Xiao Langjun, outside the city... something happened in the courtyard we rented outside the city. Daruch, that Mongolian Tatar, fought with someone.
Get up and break the legs of two noble servants!"
Song Wen frowned, he had almost forgotten about the Tatars that the Jiu Xiang had won... There were still some worthless items in the yard that had not had time to be transported to Qingshan Village, Daruchi and the two beggar boys.
Just stay there. Why did you have a conflict with the slaves of the noble family?
Song Wen stood up and asked: "Whose slave is it? Why did they fight?"
"It was said that we were following an order from the Xicheng Kuotian Office to renovate the scattered residential areas around Bianliang. The courtyard we rented was also taken by the government, and the lowest price was taken from the owner... But the one who came to take over was the owner.
Some of Li Yan's minions came in and beat them up, and Daruchi was so angry that he went up and kicked them twice... and ended up breaking the legs of those two minions!"
Song Wen slapped his forehead... Li Yan, it was actually Li Yan! Liang Shicheng had just told him to take good care of Li Yan, a dog eunuch, with the help of Jiaofangsi's singing and dancing. As a result, his slave came up and cut off the legs of other slaves.
Got a discount...
Song Wen sighed: "Didn't the government go and get the person?"
An Chun nodded: "After the fight, my two little brothers gritted their teeth and set a fire to burn all those guys and everything, and then fled into Bianliang with Daruchi... Now, they should be hiding in Linchong
In my brother’s yard.”
Song Wen lamented: "It's enough to escape to Qingshan Village, why go to Bianliang?"
"The government dispatched dozens of policemen, and only the way back to Bianliang was able to get through... Daruch also wanted to steal a horse and rush out with a knife, but my two little brothers persuaded him to stop."
"Well, well done... Your two little brothers are cautious, good! Each of them will be rewarded with a sum of money... Let them hide well at Lin Chong's place first, and I will go to see Li Yan tonight!"