He Ruhui showed a satisfied look, filled his glass with wine, and raised his glass: "Brother Xue Shi, let's have a drink first because your business is booming."
Xue Poye sighed, He Ruhui deservedly came out of the military camp. Although he became a prefect, he did not have the solemnity and obscurity of a prefect. Even these low-level transactions were very straightforward, and were still tainted with the straightforwardness of soldiers to some extent.
Bai, although his kung fu is not worth mentioning in the army.
Putting down the wine glass, Xue Poye smiled and said: "If you are worried that the accounts of the store will not be clear by then, you can send someone to the store to do things so that the accounts can be clarified." Xue Poye was retreating instead of advancing. He was most worried
The only thing is that He Ruhui will send people to monitor the accounts when the time comes. Maybe his original intention is to go there to supervise the accounts, but he is the helmsman of Qinglianzhao after all. If he accidentally exposes his feet by then, it will be very bad.
So let’s just talk openly.
Sure enough, He Ruhui was embarrassed for a while. He himself had this plan. He was thinking about how to send someone in tactfully, but when Xue Poye said this, it became difficult to say anything else. He waved his hand and said, "I don't like what Brother Xue Shi said.
Listen, you and I are my own family, I don’t believe who else can you trust, just go ahead and do it, don’t have any scruples, hey, the world in Hangzhou now has the surname He.”
Xue Poye pretended to be grateful and said: "From now on, it's all up to you, sir... no, it's all up to brother He Shi to take care of you." After getting two dream buildings, and the location was extremely ideal, Xue Poye couldn't help but feel better.
He Ruhui chuckled, and his expression suddenly became extremely serious. This was the first time Xue Poye saw him with such an expression. The flattery and vulgarity suddenly disappeared. He lowered his voice and said coldly: "Squeeze them, use your business skills."
Only then can we defeat the Lu family!"
This sentence was unexpected, and Xue Poye looked confused. Looking at He Ruhui's cold face, he felt that there was a huge conspiracy brewing behind him.
"Come on, let's go this way!" Mei Niang's charming voice came, and she twisted her waist and walked into the yard, followed by two people.
He Ruhui's coldness disappeared instantly, and he showed a vulgar smile again.
Xue Poye's heart trembled. Could it be that he had underestimated He Ruhui all along? The coldness in that moment just now was hard to see in a vulgar and obscene person.
Defeat the Lu family?
Does He Ruhui want to use his own hands to bring down the Lu family, a wealthy family in Hangzhou? Why?
When Xue Poye was full of questions, Mei Niang had already led the two people over.
In the front is an old man with a stooped body, over fifty years old. The cloth may have been washed too much and is faintly white, but behind is a slender girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a delicate appearance and white and tender skin.
Wearing a light white rippled shirt on the upper body, a milky white pleated skirt on the lower body, and a pair of purple embroidered shoes, the whole person looks fresh and beautiful, like a water hibiscus, which makes people look extremely refreshing.
The girl was holding a pipa in her arms, which was quite old-fashioned.
Xue Poye felt that when he saw this girl, he felt indescribably refreshed, like a soft breeze coming in through the curtains and blowing softly on his body. When he went to see He Ruhui, he saw his eyes fixed on her.
The girl's body once again showed that lustful look.
"My grandfather and my grandson were performing on the street. I heard that this girl has a very good voice, so I let them come into the courtyard. If any guests want to listen to music, I will introduce them to play and sing to earn some money to survive." Mei Niang said.
Some sighed with emotion: "They are also poor people."
The old man sat down on the stone railing beside the pavilion, and the girl stood beside him, standing tall and graceful, and handed the pipa in her hand to the old man.
He Ruhui squinted his eyes and chuckled, "That's interesting. What can you sing?"
At this time, Mei Niang had already twisted her butt and filled He Ruhui's cup with wine. Then she walked to Xue Poye, filled the wine, and returned to He Ruhui's side with a wink.
The old man was very simple and respectful: "What music do you gentlemen want to listen to?"
He Ruhui put his arms around Mei Niang's soft waist, gently kneaded her flat and smooth belly, stared at the girl, and asked: "What songs can you sing?"
Although the girl was a little shy, her voice was calm: "The folk girl knows Jiangnan ditties, she can also sing knife songs from the northwest, and she can also sing some recent Hangzhou tunes."
"Hang Tiao?" He Ruhui didn't understand, and Xue Poye didn't understand either. They both looked at the girl.
Mei Niang hurriedly explained: "This Hangzhou tune is a tune that came out recently." She looked at Xue Poye and chuckled: "When it comes to this Hangzhou tune, shopkeeper Xue knows it better than anyone else."
Xue Poye was puzzled. Looking at Mei Niang's charming face, he wondered: "I know? No, no, no, I haven't heard about it at all."
Mei Niang chuckled and said: "This Hangzhou tune was first spread from Lan Yuexuan, and later it was also sung in Qinghefang. Nowadays, not only Qinghefang, but many restaurants, theaters, and teahouses also have that tune.
, everyone said that this tune came from Hangzhou and was unique, so it was named Hangzhou tune."
Only then did Xue Poye realize that the so-called "Hangzhou Diao" was probably the popular song brought by his time travel. He couldn't help but feel ashamed. He didn't expect that it was given the elegant name of "Hangzhou Diao".
He Ruhui said "Oh" and kept his eyes on the girl, saying: "Well, let's sing some Hang tune first."
The girl bowed slightly and said to the old man: "Grandpa, let's sing "A Chinese Ghost Story"!"
The old man nodded, picked up the strings of the pipa, and began to play. Xue Poye heard it and felt familiar. It was the tune of "A Chinese Ghost Story". He had to admire the ancients' ability.
Even the music score of "A Chinese Ghost Story" has been produced.
Once the pipa is played, the music has a different flavor. Listen to the girl singing quietly, her voice is crisp, and in time with the sound of the pipa, the oriole sings softly.
He Ruhui was also fascinated by the music and felt very novel about the tone.
By the time the girl finished singing, He Ruhui had already taken the lead in clapping her hands and cheering: "Well done, well done!" He took out a silver coin from his arms, threw it away without looking at it, and shouted, "Thank you!"
The silver fell at the girl's feet. The girl bit her lip, then bent over to pick it up and put it in the old man's hand.
At this time, Cui Xuezheng slowly came over with the support of the Fengqian sister, her feet fluttering, and her old face was full of satisfaction. The girl's hair was messy, her face was blushing, and most of her breasts were exposed.
Looking at this scene in the eyes of several people, everyone knows what these two people went to do. Why does it take so long to get out of Gong? I am afraid that they just need to find a place to get out, and there is even the possibility of fighting in the field.
Seeing the girl and the old man, Cui Xuezheng felt a little strange. When he entered the pavilion, he repeatedly raised his hands and said, "I'm sorry!"
He Ruhui chuckled and said: "Master Cui, don't be anxious for a while. Master Cui has to preside over the college examinations, so he will naturally work very hard. This place is just the right place to relieve boredom. As long as Master Cui is willing, you can come over and relax at any time." After looking at it.
He looked at the sister next to Cui Xuezheng and said with a smile: "How is it? Are you serving me well?"
Cui Xuezheng was so happy that he couldn't help but grab the girl's hand, nodded and smiled: "Okay, okay, the beauty of Jiangnan is indeed well-deserved, and the water beauty is even more beautiful." He reached out and grabbed a handful of the girl's face.
, chuckled and said: "Thanks to Mr. He, I will naturally spend a lot of time here these days."
The girl pressed her chest on Cui Xuezheng's arm and giggled.
"This is?" Cui Xuezheng pointed at the girl singing, very confused.
He Ruhui smiled and said: "Master Cui just missed the wonderful thing. Hangzhou has recently released Hangzhou tune, which is very good. Master Cui, do you want to taste it?"
Cui Xuezheng said hurriedly: "This is natural. Jiangnan ditties are famous all over the world, and this Hangzhou tune is naturally extraordinary." He said to the girl: "Come on, let's sing again."
Immediately, he sang another song "One Cut of Plum Blossoms". Cui Xuezheng praised it repeatedly and hugged the girl.
He Ruhui got up from his seat, walked slowly over, walked in front of the girl, and walked around the girl, as if he was appreciating a piece of art. The old man next to him was uneasy, so Hu had already seen that He Ruhui had no good intentions.
Already.
"What's your name?" He Ruhui's voice was gentle.
The girl was also quite uneasy and said softly: "Folk girl Lin...Lin Ke'er!"
"Lin Ke'er." He Ruhui chuckled: "The name is Shui Ling, and the person is even more Shui Ling. How old are you this year?"
"I'll be eighteen in two months." Lin Ke'er clasped her hands together and bit her red lips.
Xue Poye sighed, He Ruhui must have become lustful and came up with the idea of Lin Ke'er. However, he felt a little strange in his heart. This Lin Ke'er's name is not like that given by ordinary people.
Most people have names like "flower", "red" and "showy", but Lin Ke'er's name exudes elegance.
The old man seems to be no ordinary artist. If he is an ordinary artist, most of them play the erhu and the flute. This pipa is not something ordinary people can play. Even Chunlou can play it well despite special training.
There are not many pipa players, but the pipa played by this old man has a soft and sweet sound. He is obviously a master of all kinds.
"Eighteen girls are like a flower." He Ruhui chuckled and said, "But I think you are even more beautiful than that flower. How about you come with me into the house, sir, and I will raise your grandchildren in the future."
How about you sing a song for me alone." After saying that, he stretched out his hand and lifted up Lin Keer's fair chin.dd