Chapter 168 Zhang Song's Experience in Xiangyang (3)
Liu Biao smiled and waved his hand, "There is no old master here, only the president of the hospital, Liu Biao, Liu Jingsheng and Mr. Liu. Uncle Ji can just call me Mr. Liu."
"I've seen you two peeking out of the window a long time ago. I wonder who this is?" Liu Biao pointed at Zhang Song.
Without any introduction from Yiji, Zhang Song stepped forward and bowed, "Zhang Song from Yizhou, I would like to pay my respects to Duke Jing Sheng."
Liu Biao suddenly realized, "It turns out to be Zhang Yongnian from Yizhou, whose name I have admired for a long time."
Zhang Song smiled and asked curiously, "Are you here?"
Yi Ji explained for Liu Biao, "After Jing Shenggong abdicated, he couldn't bear the loneliness, so he taught and educated people here and served as the deputy dean of the school!"
Liu Biao picked up the book and said with a smile, "Hey, teaching here is more enjoyable than being a master."
Zhang Song was a little moved. Even Liu Cong's father taught here in person. How could Jing Chu not be strong?
He bowed deeply to Liu Biao again and said, "Jing Sheng's noble conduct and moral character make me admire him."
Liu Biao put the book under his arm and said anxiously, "I won't entertain you anymore. I still have to go for a walk with my wife. You can go shopping on your own."
"Congratulations to Mr. Jing Sheng."
After Liu Biao left, Zhang Song began to look around the classroom. There were thirty-five desks in total, and a stool was placed in front of each desk.
Zhang Song walked to a table, picked up a book and flipped through it, "Uncle Ji, is this the book?"
Yi Ji walked to him with a smile and picked up another blank one, "Not only that, but also this one. My lord calls it a book, and together with the book, it is called a book. The children complete their homework in this book."
"It's not cheap, right?"
"Hahaha, it is much easier than making bamboo slips. However, this technology is one of Jingchu's top secrets, but we cannot tell Brother Yongnian."
"It should, it should."
Seeing that Zhang Song was a little disappointed, Yi Ji comforted him and said, "Brother Yongnian, don't be discouraged. I will advise the lord and ask the lord to give you some sets of books."
"Thank you, Uncle Ji!"
The two of them walked around the school until sunset before leaving.
"It would be a great joy in life to be a gentleman like Jing Shenggong here." Sitting in the carriage, Zhang Song somewhat understood why Liu Biao was keen on teaching and educating people.
At a certain moment, he even had the idea of staying in Jingchu instead of returning to Xichuan!
"Brother Yongnian, we're here. You go back and have a rest first. I won't go shopping with you later. It's been a tiring day." Yi Ji lifted the curtain of the car and looked at it, then smiled at Zhang Song.
"Today, my uncle took me for a walk, and I gained a lot of knowledge."
After bidding farewell to Yiji, Zhang Song had just returned to the post house when his servants told him that Fei Shi, the Minister of Rites, wanted to see him.
Zhang Song stretched himself, feeling a little strange.
Uncle Ji had just left, why did someone come again? That's all, it must have been summoned by the Marquis of Chu, so let's meet him.
"Invite him in." This time, Zhang Song went directly to the front hall to wait.
"I have Fei Shi, the Minister of Rites, and I have been ordered by my lord to take Mr. to the night market." Fei Shi said to Zhang Song as he entered the room.
Zhang Song returned the courtesy and said, "It sounds like Gongju's accent is from Yizhou?"
(Fei Shi, courtesy name Gongju)
"Exactly, I originally wanted to take the imperial examination and didn't want to miss the time. By chance, I ended up becoming an official in Jingchu."
"Oh." Zhang Song nodded and asked again, "It's getting late. Where are you going to hang out?"
Fei Shi smiled and said, "Sir, you have seen the daytime in Xiangyang, don't you want to see the night in Xiangyang?"
"Then it's up to you."
On the street, Zhang Song finally understood what Yi Ji meant when he said he wouldn't go shopping with you later. He really didn't expect that there was no curfew in Xiangyang at night!
On the street, the stone lanterns seen during the day were all lit. Some people's doorways, window sills, and even roofs were lit with candles. Both sides of the street were illuminated extremely brightly.
It was already dark, and there were not as many people on the street as during the day, but there were still quite a few. Zhang Song was like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden. Driven by curiosity, he ran around and kept asking Fei Shi questions.
"This is not the busiest place in Xiangyang at night. Sir, how about following me to the night market?"
After arriving on the street, Zhang Song felt that the fatigue of the whole day had disappeared. He now seemed to have endless energy to explore the only city in the late Han Dynasty that had a night market and no curfew!
"But it depends on public election arrangements."
After walking two more streets, Fei Shi took Zhang Song to the night market, where they stood on an attic.
Zhang Song looked at the night market from a distance, and was shocked again. There could be such a city in the world! There was such a scene between heaven and earth!
Looking at the night market in the distance, Zhang Song thought of four words to describe it - brightly lit!
"Gongju, let's go over and have a look?" There was no need to say anything, Zhang Song couldn't wait to walk down to the attic, talking as he walked!
Fei Shi smiled bitterly and said, "Sir, wait for me."
"Shaobing! Shaobing!"
"This is a fine piece of cloth. All you gentlemen, young and old, come in and take a look."
“The homemade pastries are absolutely delicious!”
The sound of selling one after another made Zhang Song's eyes not knowing where to look.
"Gululu."
Smelling the various fragrances, Zhang Song's stomach growled. He was so tired after he returned that he didn't even eat dinner and was ready to go to bed directly.
Unexpectedly, Fei Shi came to see him. Seeing all kinds of delicacies, his stomach growled unsatisfactorily. But in this noisy night market, Fei Shi couldn't hear it at all.
Zhang Song said embarrassedly, "Gongju, let's find a place to have something to eat. I'm too tired from shopping today and I haven't had dinner yet."
Fei Shi chuckled, "That's my fault. I made you hungry for a long time. I know a newly opened restaurant not far from here. How about we go there?"
"Excellent, excellent."
The restaurant has three floors, and the plaque reads four gilded characters, "Zui Xian Restaurant!"
The waiter at the door came forward to greet him enthusiastically, "You two gentlemen, please come inside!"
"Two distinguished guests!"
After entering, someone came up to greet me again, but it was a woman!
The woman, who was only in her twenties, said with a smile, "Are you two going to eat? Or staying in a hotel?"
Fei Shi put her hands behind her back and said, "Let's eat and find us a private room."
"Okay, you two, please go to the second floor."
After entering the private room and sitting down, Zhang Song was amazed at the decoration of this restaurant. At the same time, he was a little strange as to why the woman would go out at night and still work here!
"Give us two roast chickens, some boiled cakes, and five taels of shochu." Zhang Song ordered first, and he planned to ask Fei Shi later.
Unexpectedly, the woman shook her head and said, "I'm sorry, sir, we don't have cakes or chicken here."
In Zhang Song's mind, the image of food was still as monotonous and boring as before. Little did he know that Liu Cong had already sold the Houfu menu to various restaurants in Jingchu.
Then it spread to the people, and people with conditions can improve their food.
Zhang Song was a little angry. Such a good restaurant didn't even have these things?
Fei Shi quickly said, "Yongnian, don't be anxious." Then he said to the woman, "Please bring me the menu."