As soon as the words came out, Huang Laosi obviously didn't understand them.
Before he could ask, the old man who was punting the boat grinned and joked: "That's right, that's right. The young master is a scholar at first sight."
Fu San was not happy: "Who are you calling a scholar?"
The old man shrank his neck, said nothing, and continued paddling.
Chu Qing became interested: "Master, leave him alone and continue, how do you know the importance of building roads?"
The old man turned his head and said with a sneer: "Nonsense, nonsense, sir, don't blame me."
"It's okay, just tell me."
"Hey, I just thought that the official system is good, but it is not extending in all directions. Let's talk about the old man. The old man is originally from Niu Village, Huchenghu County. Niu Village is a good place. The land is good and the seedlings grow strong and the harvest is good.
, can't be pulled out. If you want to go to the official road, you have to cross three ditches. In the rainy season, ten vehicles will fall into the ditch and two vehicles will fall into the ditch. This is less, no matter what it is, if you want to transport it out, you will have to break it.
There will be a lot of damage. If the official road can be built as far as Niu Village, how can the villagers be so worried all day long?"
"Zhengli." Chu Qing said to Huang Laosi: "The court officials are talking nonsense. What do they know? If you really want to understand the people's sentiments, talk to the people instead of talking to the officials."
Why didn't Huang Laosi know that the ministers in the political hall were whitewashing peace all day long, but Chu Qing only knew one of them but not the other. Although the memorials sent from various places every day were exaggerated, they could still give a glimpse of the situation.
As an emperor, he still knows something about people's livelihood and sentiments.
As for the "voice of the people", Huang Laosi didn't want to blame Chu Qing.
In the past, the palace always knew what the people said and did. Through Qianqiying, and later after Chu Qing took over, no one sent messages to the palace. If Huang Laosi wanted to know something, he had to ask Sun An to ask Jiang Yuesheng.
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However, Huang Laosi was still very interested in building roads if he wanted to get rich. The boat was shaking, so it was not the place to discuss it in detail. He was thinking about it and was waiting to get on the flower boat to ask more questions.
Fu San pointed to the old man a flower boat in the distance: "That's where there are many lanterns hanging."
Chu Qing looked around and found his "own property" among the many flower boats. The flower boats had two floors. Many girls stood on the edge of the boat with their chins propped up and looking cute. There was a large lantern on the side of the boat, and a vertical banner hung below it.
Chu Qing looked at it intently, read it from top to bottom, and was shocked: "Damn it, come to Hibi Pavilion, is it so straightforward?"
Huang Laosi looked over and was so angry: "Then his name is Xi Lai Kun Pavilion."
"Oh~~~" Chu Qing suddenly realized: "Look at these words written like dog claws. Who can see clearly?"
The boat came to the side of the flower boat, and the three of them boarded the boat. When they saw the guests, the madam twisted her hips and came to welcome them, followed by a group of young ladies.
As a result, before the madam and others could say anything, they suddenly saw Fu San, and this time, the whole house exploded.
"Master Kuang is a slave, and the slave is Yue Xian'er..."
"Sisters, come out quickly, it's Master Huan who is here to see us..."
In an instant, the third brother was surrounded by a dozen young ladies, one holding hands and another pulling arms. The old madam was almost in his arms, and even the young ladies who were accompanying the guests on the flower boat were left behind.
The benefactor came over.
Many guests looked back, thinking that the Prime Minister was coming.
As for Huang Laosi and Chu Qing, no one paid any attention to them.
Huang Laosi asked strangely: "Why do you call him Mr. Kuang?"
"When you come out to break into the dock, who will leave your real name?"
Huang Laosi was convinced: "That's true."
Fu San felt like he was home, touching this, pinching that, and then started hugging him left and right.
"Okay, okay, don't make any noise. Master Huan, I'm here today to drink wine with my young master and lead the way."
The old madam, whose name was Qiao Niang, was about forty, and her charm was still there. She was almost attached to Fu San. She quickly laughed and scolded her little sisters and drove them away. Then she said hello to Huang Laosi and Chu Qing.
Huang Laosi clasped his hands behind his back, looking very serious, his eyes looking towards the three young ladies.
After going up to the second floor, Qiao Niang ran up and down in person, serving tea and holding the stove. After that, many girls ran up to give Fu San a wink.
Forget it, not long after we sat down, before the tea was brewed, a few young ladies lying on the edge of the boat shouted to the next door, saying "Master Kuang is here". With this shout, the flowers next to him shouted
The ladies on the boat also came, and they were so enthusiastic that they even wanted to take Fusan away and sit on their flower boat.
The young ladies from Xilai Kun Pavilion, headed by the old bustard, were almost fighting with their colleagues who came on the flower boat as if they were competing for the right to court a mate.
Just now, the young ladies who were calling me "Hong Ye" one by one, pinched their waists and scolded them in an unpleasant way. They were scolding them for being stinky, shameless, broken shoes, and rotten butts. Huang Laosi was so excited to see it that he couldn't wait to see it.
Let these prostitutes have a big fight.
After all, it was the home field. In the end, Qiao Niang and others won, and the group of colleagues who tried to take Fu San away were all kicked off the boat.
After finally getting quiet, Qiao Niang called some of the most beautiful girls on the boat to keep her company.
Chu Qing already had the criteria for choosing a mate, and the person he chose was smart and had a pair of fiery eyes, so he chose to sit by himself and let the young lady accompanying him sit next to Huang Laosi.
As for the old madam Qiao Niang, she no longer cares about business and clings to Fu San as if she wants to give birth to a child for Fu San right where she is.
Huang Laosi was still thinking about building roads first if he wanted to get rich. After sitting down, he asked: "When you just talked about building roads, did you mean to build official roads first?"
"We are here to spend money. This is a flower boat. Can you please stop talking about people's livelihood and pretend to be serious people?"
Qiao Niang couldn't stop laughing and interjected: "This scholar is here on the flower boat. If you don't have a chat, why should we talk about important things?"
Chu Qing: "..."
"I haven't asked yet, what are the last names of the two gentlemen?"
Chu Qing: "It's okay, I'm quite happy."
Huang Laosi couldn't laugh or cry: "Just call me Fourth Master."
"Fourth Master, you are powerful and talkative. You are definitely not an ordinary person."
The girl on the left side of the fourth child hugged his arm and said with a charming smile: "You are probably a general."
Huang Laosi was slightly surprised: "It does have some insight."
"It is said that slaves have a pair of fiery eyes, and they can see people most accurately."
"What a coincidence." Huang Laosi smiled: "Fourth Master, I also have a pair of piercing eyes."
"Okay, my name is Yan Yu. With your sharp eyes, let's see what kind of person I am."
Huang Laosi turned his head and stared at Yan Yu, and after a long while he said: "You should be proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting."
Chu Qing was convinced.
For the first time, he could tell by looking at someone's chest that he was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
Yan Yu covered her mouth and said happily: "Then you got half of your guess right. I know how to play piano and chess, but I can't read."
As expected, this was Huang Laosi's first time in a place like this, and he was revealed to be a novice as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Look at you, you have a good face, you are 28 years old, and you know how to play a musical instrument. How can you make a living like this?"
Yan Yu sighed slightly: "I came from a poor family and want to support my younger brother in studying."
Chu Qing almost cried out in joy: "Is your husband still beating you?"
The proverb was stunned for a moment, but the girl on Huang Laosi's right suddenly brightened her eyes: "How did this young master know that my previous husband beat me and divorced me without a place to live, so I came to the flower boat to make a living."
"Don't tell me that you have a seventy-year-old mother who is still sick?"
This time, it was Yan Yu who spoke: "Ah, young master, you also have a pair of fiery eyes. My mother is indeed ill and needs money, but my mother is not yet seventy, and is over half a century old."
"Young Master, we are all poor people." Fu San sighed and said: "There are some who study for my younger brother, some who treat my mother as a doctor, some who pay off my brother's debts, and some who are stupid boys who were sold to the village elder's family by their father.
The husband is an alcoholic and beats her when he drinks too much, the child is born and the heartbroken man runs away, the person he likes defrauds her of all his family property, hey, they are all miserable people."
Chu Qing touched the stubble on his chin.
If you want to leave it to future generations, he definitely doesn't believe this, but in ancient times, if you are really not forced to do anything, you can't make a living by laughing.
