() When Ximen Qing heard the voice, he knew it was a singer. The singer's singing is a tradition in the Song Dynasty Restaurant. When Lu Zhishen was still Lu Tixia, it was when he heard Jin Cuilian crying next door that he beat Zhenguan to death with three punches.
West's story.
Jin Cuilian just played some songs with her father, Old Man Jin, to catch up on the seats, and she was considered a singer.
In a super luxurious flagship restaurant like Fengle House, this kind of singer is of course indispensable.
Ximen Qing was about to ask Jiang Jing to tell the mustache to bring some singers in to add to the fun, but unexpectedly there was a slight quarrel at the door.
"What's going on?" Wu Song frowned: "I didn't even bother to eat, so I rushed away!"
As soon as he said this, the quarrel at the door stopped, and the mustachioed voice apologized repeatedly: "It's really rude in front of the distinguished guests. I will let them all go now."
Ximen Qing, unlike Wu Song, naturally knew that two groups of singers were coming to grab the business, so they started arguing at the door, and the mustache was not easy to persuade.
"Bring them all in."
Ximen Qing smiled slightly, "Don't you have to queue up and choose when you go to Dongguan? Everyone in Baihua Tower knows this, why doesn't the owner of Fengle Tower understand this?"
Everyone has their own preference for vegetables and radishes, so it is best to prepare some for guests to choose from.
Now that Ximen Qing opened his mouth to let everyone in, it was easier to deal with the mustache. Suddenly, he saw several gorgeous women filing in. The incense on their clothes hit their nostrils before the people came over. They all dressed up in standard clothes.
He bowed and showed a professional smile.
The mustache also stood aside with his hands hanging, ready to serve at any time.
What Ximen Qing didn't expect was that two more young girls came in at the door. Their clothes were very different from the ones in front of them, and their expressions were also a little shy.
"Boss, I'm afraid these two are new entrants to the industry and maybe they are not from Fengle Building." The magic fortune teller Jiang Jing covered his mouth with his sleeve and whispered to Ximen Qing: "Those who can enter Fengle Building are rich people.
, those singers are brave enough to come in and sell their songs on their own, and then reach out to ask for money after singing."
"It seems that the management of Fengle Building is still relatively loose. There are actually singers from other places coming to hunt for wild food? No wonder there is a quarrel."
Ximen Qing thought for a while, grinned, and looked at the two young girls twice.
The two young girls waited upstairs for a long time without making any move. Finally, they saw Ximen Qing and the others come in and hurried over. By chance, the mustache called the singer from Fengle Tower over, so some disputes broke out.
Now that everyone has been called in, smiles appear on the faces of both the young girls and the singers from Fengle Tower.
Especially the two young girls had some gratitude in their eyes. One of them came to Ximen Qing, stretched out her slender hand and poured two cups of tea and offered them to her. The other came to Jiang Jing and gave him a hot towel.
Willing to serve.
Naturally, the singers in Fengle Tower were not ordinary. Some sang, some danced, and two of them came forward to serve Wu Song hot tea, and then came to serve Sun Erniang.
Wu Song frowned, but Sun Erniang scolded her and drove the singer away: "I have my own hands and feet, why do I need you?"
After Wu Song heard this, he waved his hand and told the singer to leave. The two singers saw that there were many guests and did not show any aggrieved expressions. They left with smiles and joined the singing and dancing team.
Ximen Qing looked at it coldly and thought to himself: "Profession, this is a profession."
The door curtain was raised, and a waiter came in with Lao Gao carrying a pile of dishes. As he entered the door, he shouted: "Eight dishes of seasonal fruits and spices."
The helper with a mustache hurriedly came over and helped the waiter put the dishes on the table one by one from the tall bowls, saying names while placing them.
There are only seasonal fruits, which are apples this season. Dried fruits include longan, hazelnuts, pine nuts, and ginkgo biloba. Herbs include licorice flowers, cinnabar balls, atractylodes ginseng, and olive flowers. Ximen Qing was slightly surprised.
Many of the things here are shipped from various places, and the cost is definitely not small.
But considering that Bianliang, Tokyo, was the center of the entire Song Dynasty, where could good things be sent if not here?
After Mustache was busy for a while, he ordered the waiter to go down, and he stood at the table with his hands crossed. Jiang Jing, the divine fortune teller, understood that it was time for a reward. If he followed Ximen Qing's temper, he would just reward him casually.
However, the magic fortune teller Jiang Jing made a special effort to exchange a lot of copper coins at the accounting office in Xixi Building when he planned to come, and he came in handy at this time.
A bunch of copper coins were thrown out, and there were seventy or not eighty coins. The helper's mustache was very quick and he caught the coins in his hand before they even landed on the table. He weighed them and was immediately ecstatic.
I have met this guest myself!
Mustache received the copper coins, bowed quickly to thank him, and went out to help with the vegetables.
The singers saw that they had been rewarded for their help, so they gathered around one after another. Sun Erniang's eyes widened, and the two singers who had originally rushed towards Wu Song stopped in anger.
As for Jiang Jing and Ximen Qing, they simply fell into gentle land.
The singers were dawdling around, using various tricks frequently.
There are those who ask for help with soft words, there are those who are feigning anger and coquettishness, and there are even those who are cute!
This made Ximen Qing suddenly arrive at a maid cafe in later generations. One of them, who was brave, saw that soft words to beg for help were not effective, so he simply surrendered himself to Ximen Qing's arms, swaying back and forth, only asking for a reward.
“It’s good to have money!”
Although Ximen Qing has long been a veteran in romantic battles, he still couldn't help but sigh.
If I hadn't traveled through time, would I have had such a moment?
The divine fortune teller Jiang Jing was also a veteran in the romantic scene. Although he was not surrounded by as many singers as Ximen Qing, he teased the singers with his copper coins and got a lot of sweet kisses.
At the same time, Jiang Jing secretly stuffed a heavy money bag into Ximen Qingxiu, which naturally contained copper coins for rewards.
Ximen Qing was licking the oil while giving rewards one by one, and he was even more generous than Jiang Jing. The singers smiled brightly and whispered their thanks in soft words, and naturally they took the initiative to stick to them.
Sun Erlang looked at this scene, then turned to look at Wu Song, and suddenly realized how upright Mr. Ruyi was in his eyes, and looked down upon these vulgar fans.
What Wu Song thought in his mind was: "Brother, you have worked hard to experience the success of Fengle Tower!"
After a while, the singers slowly retreated, and Ximen Qing realized that the two young girls just now were sitting on the side a little lonely. They must have been pushed up by the singers, and they pushed them away silently.
go out.
The singers who had received the rewards looked at the two young girls with a mixture of pride and mockery in their eyes.
Where did the chick come from and come to Fengle Building to grab business?
Ximen Qing smiled slightly and waved to the two young girls. The two looked at each other, with a look of surprise in their eyes, and walked steadily towards Ximen Qing.
There were about a hundred copper coins left in the purse, so Ximen Qing simply stuffed them into the hands of one of the young girls: "Take them and share them!"
This time, the rewards were even greater than those of the singers just now. The two young girls realized that they had done very little and hurriedly bowed down to Ximen Qing and wished him a blessing, whispering: "If you are interested in your honor, we sisters will be happy to do so."
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To be honest, Ximen Qing didn't like these two young girls. Not to mention Pan Jinlian in the family, even Xueer surpassed the beauty of these two. He immediately shook his head: "The one who rewards you is the one who rewards you."
Get back."
As he spoke, Ximen Qing touched the thunder stone on his waist out of habit. The young girl's eyes lit up with the money bag in her hand, and she asked hesitantly: "Is your guest's surname Ximen?"
"Huh?" Ximen Qing immediately felt something was wrong. How could he be suddenly recognized when he came to Fengle Building for dinner? Moreover, they were two young girls who didn't know each other.
"Could it be that the owner of this body before I traveled through time did something good?"
Ximen Qing thought to himself and nodded slightly to the young girl.
The young girl had an expression of ecstasy on her face. She even stuffed the reward into her companion. She suddenly turned over and knelt down and said, "I just saw that my benefactor looks familiar to me. He is indeed a senior official from Ximen!"
"benefactor?"
Ximen Qing became even more strange. If it was just a romantic affair, why did he still have a benefactor?
The girl raised her head, with some tears on her face: "My benefactor, do you still remember Fahua Temple?"
Ximen Qing's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved the group of singers to leave, and asked Wu Song to guard the door and not let anyone in.
More than a hundred women were rescued in the Battle of Fahua Temple. Could this young girl in front of me be one of them?
It's okay to receive a big gift, but Ximen Qing and others have just arrived in the capital, so it's not a good thing for others to hear about it.
The divine fortune teller Jiang Jing once said that there are thousands of imperial censors in Tokyo, but would he have listened even though he knew it?
Ximen Qing and Wu Song haven't reported to the Imperial City Department yet, but they don't want to cause any trouble first. Don't give an order at that time and arrest them as Liangshan bandits, which will ruin their future.
Compared with the Fahua Temple incident, Ximen Qing didn't care that the deeds of "Ximen Ximen" were circulated in the world. Anyway, if someone asked, he could just tell them all.
As for Song Jiang, Ximen Qing is not even worried. If the story of the Black Three Fatty's failure in Liangshan is revealed, even the Imperial City Division will not be able to stay.
"Were you rescued at Fahua Temple?" Ximen Qing asked.
The young girl nodded vigorously and shed tears: "My benefactor always thought that one day I could see my benefactor again. Today I got what I wanted. This life is enough."
The companion next to him had obviously also heard what the woman had said about Fahua Temple. He put the money bag back on the table and knelt down: "It turns out that Qiao'er is the benefactor. How can we accept this money?"
After hearing this, Ximen Qing knew that the young girl's name was Qiaoer and her companion's name was Xiaocui.
Ximen Qing asked curiously: "Remember, I gave each of you a few guan of money to return home. How did you end up here?"
Qiaoer said with tears: "The Nu family originally went to Fahua Temple with their family to see the peach blossoms. Unexpectedly, the situation suddenly changed and only the Nu family was left. Without a benefactor, he died tragically at the hands of the soldiers. After taking the money and returning home, he found his father.
The brother's family seized all the property, even the few coins, and sold the slave's family to the guild!"