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Section 86 Sighing for Morning Tea

 "Morning tea" is the most enjoyable repertoire of the leisure class in Guangzhou. Even in the extraordinary period when the thieves entered the city and the king's flag changed on the city wall, the shopkeepers of the major teahouses in the city still proudly hung out the "open today" signs.

Shuipai. Before six o'clock in the morning, there were already piles of steamers in front of the door filled with smoke, and the room was still bustling and it was hard to find a table.

Of course "morning tea" is not literally just for having a hearty breakfast. It is a common way of communication for Guangzhou people. Just like the teahouses in the north, tea guests from all over the world come early in the morning or carry green tea cups.

Bird cages made of silk cloth, or with a few "bone dragons", call three or five close friends, find a clean seat, greet the ceremony, say goodbye to sit down, say "Congratulations on getting rich", and then sit down one by one

, and then order three or five drawers of snacks such as barbecued pork buns, steamed wheat dumplings, a pot of raw porridge, and of course the indispensable pot of tea. After these necessary procedures are completed, formal communication can begin

Start. This is called "嬦欬". In the north, it is called "Talk about Dashan" and "Pull the Dragon Gate Formation". Like its brothers with different names, this is a way of exchanging information, mainly current affairs and social news. Inside

Naturally, it is mixed with a lot of nonsense and unreliable stuff, but people who are interested can still get something from it.

The biggest news in Guangzhou city recently is that the bandits officially broke up with the imperial court and broke up the city of Guangzhou. They also appointed a grandmaster named Liu. Speaking of the news about Mr. Liu, it's really like

Just like the fish in the Pearl River, one after another was caught. Before the freshness of the big event that could make the "know-it-all" in the teahouse blush and splash, another more exciting news came forward and directly replaced it.

The status of its predecessors is infinitely glorious. A few days ago, the freshness of the news that Mr. Liu quickly cut off the trouble and eliminated the subordinate staff who had been harming him for a long time has not worn off. Today, there is another story in the teahouse.

"How many bosses are there?" A fat man with a big smile started chatting just after taking a sip of tea. "How many days are you on Chengxuan Street? Oh, the short-haired guy shoveled it.

Ah Zhu, oh, you know Boss Zhang. The owner of Qingyun Noodle Shop, most of the house has been demolished. Hey, it’s so noisy that I’m going to hang my neck. Niban is rushing to the street. It’s so exciting to have a baby.

Sorry. (These bastards really have no buttholes for giving birth)"

Everyone nodded after hearing this, except for a young man in Tsing Yi who looked at everyone without knowing why. Boss Zhang was an old man with a green beard on his face and an angry man for wealth. He was also the best dressed. He said to the young man in Mandarin: "He said this

In the past few days, the entire Chengxuan Street was demolished by the Australians. Where is Boss Zhu, who is a big fan of Qingyun? Ah, that is also the young man I took care of. Most of the house has been demolished, and he is planning to hang himself." The young man suddenly realized,

He also nodded repeatedly. Boss Zhang turned to the fat man and said in Mandarin: "Boss Wang, this Mr. Li is a maritime businessman from Nanzhi. He is the young boss of our regular customer Hengxiang. Please be more considerate."

The fat man's face turned slightly red, and he stood up with the teacup in his hand, saying in Mandarin: "I've offended you. Don't blame me, Boss Li. Brother, I'll give you tea instead of wine, and I'll punish myself with one cup." Xiao Li quickly stood up and groped on the table three times.

He grabbed the teacup, held it up and said, "Don't dare, brother, I have just arrived in this precious land, and I have to ask you to take care of me. Another day, brother, I will prepare a banquet, and ask all the bosses to get drunk before resting." The two of them started to fight.

A lean-looking man next to him took over and said: "Is the short-haired guy rich? There are so many guys who make money."

The fat man wiped the corner of his mouth with his robe sleeve and said, "I don't want to tie it! I have a friend who tied it to the horse in Nanhai County. He said that the short-haired guy kept all the money-making guys in the school yard in the east of the city. You can pay whatever fine you want." You can take it back. And those things that I took apart three days ago are still intact."

Boss Zhang twisted his beard and nodded and said: "It's rare to do what you say; it's even rarer to have clear rewards and punishments."

The man sneered and said: "How rare? Are you a friend of mine? You don't know how much he has made. No one in the world knows it. This is when your friend is looking for money. If you don't pay attention to how many taels of silver you hide, you won't pay attention to that." Steal a few taels of gold."

"Shit, you're a plague cow!" The fat man was furious and banged the table. "You can eat and talk indiscriminately (you can eat indiscriminately and talk indiscriminately), but you insulted me, Fatty Shu, Yes! But you can't (can) insult my friend. He is a filial son (he is a filial son). It's not that he listens to his mother's advice to be kind to others and make money. You are so patient. !(If it weren’t for him listening to **** and being kind to others and making money, your shabby doghouse would have been torn down for a long time)”

"Boss Wang, A Niu! Stop arguing! Come on, let's have a bun." Boss Zhang hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over, and each of them put a barbecued pork bun into the bowl. The plague-stricken cow simply went down the slope and ate the bun. , the fat man kept chattering.

"Boss Li, this is not just my fat boy Shu's fault. If my friend had been a scum like a plague cow, which brought trouble to the neighbors, he would have been swinging for Liu Taizun a long time ago. It's because he has always been diligent in doing good deeds, and he has always been ordinary. Only those who have lived a good life are retained. What he said about the whole operation, oh, these are the words of the short-haired guy. They, the public servants, did not hide bricks and tiles secretly. They sealed them all and sent them to the school grounds. Who? Whoever dares to swing on the swing will not even get paid for their hard work. If you are rich and prosperous, your mother will be punished!"

"There is something new about the Australians," said Boss Zhang, pointing his finger. "In addition to the bad rules, there is no extortion, business is done in an official manner, and rewards and punishments are clear. It will be much easier for us small businessmen who rely on their own abilities to do business. "

"That's true." Boss Li, who had always been at a loss, took over from Boss Zhang. "Kun... Australians seem to have the Midas touch to turn stone into gold. Business is easy to do wherever they go. I heard my father say that in previous years, when doing business across the sea, In order to buy the face of all the sea masters, the annual filial piety gift money takes up 50% of the income. Otherwise, all the people and ships will be lost. When the Australians came, they took Liu Xiang and defeated Lao Zheng. From the south to Guangzhou, the whole place was open. There is no obstacle, and the output has more than doubled. What a pity, how can you do this..." He looked around, and when he saw no one was paying attention, he whispered, "What a treasonous and unethical thing!"

Everyone sighed in unison when they heard the pain.

As for how long the red flag can be flown, not only them, but also the entire gentry and common people in Guangzhou Prefecture are waiting and watching. After all, the imperial court has accumulated power for a long time, and it is an unshakable existence to these common people. Although they only know how to deal with this issue. The imperial court has no feelings, but if the heavenly soldiers arrive, all the good and bad will be turned into powder. The thieves can get on the boat and run away, but they can't escape even if they have wings.

"Oh... I'm sorry, everyone knows that the plague cattle department specializes in selling chicken porridge to short-haired soldiers. I have told him many times, telling him not to be a short-haired soldier. It's business. When the time comes, we can't say whether we will clean it up or not, but we will definitely clean it up if the cow is infected."

"What do you know!" The plague-ridden cow was not happy. He put on a arrogant look and knocked on the table. "I tell you, unless the short-haired guy leaves on his own, otherwise the short-haired guy in the court will be the crooked melons and rotten dates. Even ten of Mao's soldiers can't defeat him."

"You know how to blow!"

"Hey! Fat boy Shu, do you remember what I did before?"

"The chicken is here, why don't you be the leader?"

"Okay. Do you admit that I am a knowledgeable person? I tell you, we can't compare to any other firearms or cannons, but the murderous aura of the short-haired soldiers, the Guan Ning Army, even the flattering horses can't keep up. The awesome blows are full of invincible things. A prisoner is only worthy of carrying night fragrance." The plague-stricken cow unbuttoned his shirt, pointed to a long centipede-like scar on his belly and said, "Fat boy Shu! Back then, I also followed He Zhen to fight against Lingao, so I would be afraid. Are you a bastard? When I was fighting in Shishan, I had tens of thousands of brothers fighting with hundreds of people, and we lost all of them! I chased them for dozens of miles like a duck. I have been in prison for short-haired guys. , you are like a bastard? You have to keep your mouth open. (I have been in prison for thieves, and you are a bastard, so you just have to keep your mouth open)"

Everyone was speechless after hearing this. They couldn't help but imagine what a spectacular scene it would be like with hundreds of people chasing tens of thousands of people running through the streets, and they couldn't help but take a breath.

"So, Kun... isn't it ridiculous to say that Australians are only good at firearms?" Boss Li suddenly felt like a frog in a well.

"Who said that on the street? Even if the short-haired soldiers are against the Donglu, they are not allowed to use firecrackers and artillery, and I will win against the short-haired soldiers."

"If it is true as A Niu said, it is not impossible for Australians to live in Guangdong."

"More than that. The short-haired man said that they are descendants of the Song Dynasty. It would not be surprising if they returned to Kaifeng and became emperor."

As he was talking, a burst of gong sounds suddenly came from outside. Everyone in the room stopped talking. The tea house's waiter hurried out to see what was going on. It turned out that the sign in the gate of the south gate was beating the gong. Seeing the waiter coming out, he said: "Another army from heaven is going to pass through the street. Don't be alarmed. We would like to watch the excitement on the white line instead of walking on the street, you know?" (After a while, the army will pass through the street.) I’ve been on it before, don’t panic. Those who want to watch the fun should watch inside the white lines, don’t go out onto the street)

"bright."

Pai Jia beat the gong again and went forward. When the boy came back and talked to the people in the room, everyone suddenly had a new topic. The plague cow said: "I wonder why there are people pushing carts and trolleys along the street so early in the morning? The surface is painted with lime, that’s what it is for!”

"After fighting, why do we have to fight again?" Tea Curie was talking about it.

"I see that the river is full of Kun...Australian warships, large and small, heading up the Xijiang and Beijiang rivers. Will they cross the river again?"

"Probably we have to fight all the way to Nanxiong, and close the gate of Wuling. The imperial army cannot come down, and the senate will close the door to become emperor."

“I don’t know whether this Song Dynasty is the ‘Southern’ Song Dynasty or the ‘Guangdong’ Song Dynasty?” (To be continued.)


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