The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 78
The carriage drove through the bustling and bustling section of the road, and arrived at the unknown Fang Street. The popularity of the street was much cooler than before. The carriage slowed down and stopped at the side of the road. He was pushed away by Dachun's elbow.

"Do you need to come? What am I doing? Hurry up and open the door."

With a knife and a small hammer hanging on his waist, Dachun was more confident than ever, and supported Geng Qing's arm to get off the carriage. The broker over there also took out a key and opened a door hanging on the courtyard door. Brass lock, push the door and go in.

"Guest officer, this courtyard has only been vacant for a year. The former owner sold the house and moved to Sichuan for the elderly. The courtyard has not been touched much. You can take a look at it as you like."

squeak~~
The unique murmur of the old wooden door, the dust fell down on the shoulder of the broker, the latter patted the dust, his face was not without a look of embarrassment, and he stepped back to the side: "We didn't come in because the store took it in." However, the furniture is all available, but it is a bit worn out, when the guest officer needs new ones, these second-hand goods can be converted into the rent."

The house is square and has two courtyard walls. The east side is the main house. It is a small three-story building. The south side is a little lower. There is an enclosed toilet on the side of the courtyard wall, which is covered by an old wooden door. , Geng Qing visually estimated that the entire yard, including the second floor, occupies about half an mu of land, which is not too small. There are seven or eight rooms on the second floor, and more than 20 people can squeeze in.

Of course, the most important thing is that it is expensive.
This kind of dilapidated house costs tens of thousands of dollars in Chang'an. Every inch of land is expensive. Putting it in ordinary people's homes, it is impossible to afford it.

'The house is valuable everywhere. '

"Guest officer, are you still satisfied? This is considered cheap in Chang'an. The closer to the imperial city, the eastern and western cities, it can't cost more than 10,000 yuan."

"Look again, let's go into the house."

When buying and selling things, you can’t have any joy or anger on your face. These experienced brokers can tell whether you like it or not by observing your words and expressions.

Geng Qing is naturally aware of this point, he used to be in this profession, he just smiled lightly, and asked Shang Dachun to go to the main room. Old, covered with a layer of dust, it looks quite bleak.

After turning around a few houses, he went upstairs to have a look again. Geng Qing asked the broker to lock the door, and went to other houses to have a look. People are satisfied, but unfortunately the price makes Geng Qing dare not make a move.

It was almost noon, and on the way back to Yaxing, he still booked the first house he looked at. The price was [-] yuan before the deal was considered, but he had to wait until tomorrow to go to the government office to get the deed of the house and pay the price. Only after paying the final payment.

Seeing the three characters of "Yong'anfang" written on the deed paper, Geng Qing was somewhat happy in his heart. He was considered a person with a house in the capital. On the way back to the Fuyun Inn, Dachun, who was driving outside, was also a little excited, tilting his head. He asked, "Da Zhu, are we considered Chang'an people?"

"That's not counting. Your and my household registration are still in Feihu County."

Said with a smile, Geng Qing was folding the deed paper and putting it into his sleeve pocket, when he vaguely heard a familiar voice calling his name on the street, Dachun seemed to hear it too and slowed down, opened his head and looked behind his eyes, a chubby A figure caught up from the other side of the street.

"It's Zhao Xianzun."

When Zhao Hongjun came over, his fat face was flushed, and he was panting heavily as he dragged the chariot. Geng Qing got out of the car and looked at him in surprise.

"What are you running for?"

huh~~
woohoo~~
Panting, Zhao Hongjun waved his hands, rolled over his fat body, and pointed to a certain direction outside, "Naturally, I have something to do with you. It's just at noon, and the county has invited a few rich and powerful children to play in Yanchun Tower. You and I come over."

Yanchun is Yanchun, once he hears the name, Geng Qing knows where it is. Most of the brothels in Chang'an are located in the eastern and western cities, while the eastern city is the closest to Pingkangfang, just across three streets. This is even more so in places where the rich and powerful are like hair. When I came here, the bustard who greeted guests at the door, I can see that she was also a pretty girl when she was young.

Seeing an ordinary carriage with wind chimes pull up, he hurriedly greeted Gui Nu to go up to attract customers. Since he came here, he would make money by drinking a glass of wine and eating food without playing girls.

The Fat County Magistrate came here before, whispered a few words to the turtle slave, and the latter invited him and Geng Qing in with a smile on his face. Yanchun Tower is not a single large attic, and there is a spacious large hall outside the back door. In the yard, elegant houses with staggered and unique wooden feet stand among the small bamboo forests. The blue-tiled roofs and warm yellow lights shine through the papered doors and windows, and cut out the harmonious silhouettes of people. Talk about poetry and essays, or gather with friends and listen to it. The trick played.

"This place is not bad, magistrate, who do you invite?"

Geng Qing looked at the lights reflected by the surrounding doors and windows, he was elegant and peaceful, but he admired Zhao Hongjun's eyes, and he was very tight in this respect.

"It was an old friend of mine. He invited him. I only know that one of them is the second son of Zhang Zhifang, the general of the Zuo Jinwu Guard. I don't know about the rest. They are all descendants of the rich and powerful."

Geng Qing just hummed, coming to this kind of big circle, I'm afraid it's hard to fit in, not to mention that I don't have any identity to show, I guess I won't have the opportunity to talk later.

On the side, the fat county magistrate seemed to see that he was worried, and his fat face laughed.

"They're all dandies. As long as it's fun and the atmosphere is enough, they can call you brothers and sisters. My old friend didn't have any status. Now they are all working as petty officials under Jing Zhaoyin and Li Tang. I don't even think about the world. There is a way out for people like us, isn't it?"

Zhao Hongjun knew that the young man in front of him was quick-witted, and he could say with a single mouth, if he could get mixed up in this circle, he would be able to follow suit, and when the time came to a higher stage, he would be willing to be Geng Qing's second-in-command.

"You two distinguished guests, we're here."

The turtle slave who led the way couldn't get close to this kind of elegant small room, but stood far away, and bowed to invite the two of them.Geng Qing nodded to him, took out ten copper coins from his sleeve and stuffed them into his hands. The tortoise slave took the money and bowed and bowed, "I thank you, I have something to do ahead, so I can't stay long."

"Go."

After sending away the turtle slaves, Geng Qing followed the fat county magistrate to the door and window with golden lights in front, there were vulgar laughter and women's shouts coming from the slightly opened door, and when they got to the edge of the room, they waited at the door A guard outside looked at the two of them and knocked on the door and window.

A voice came from inside: "Come in."

The door slammed and wanted to be opened sideways, the bright light shone on Geng Qing's face, eyes accustomed to the darkness could not help but squint, in front of the vision, in the room, a nude woman was hiding in the corner with her arms around her dress, her face There are still tear stains, but there is no expression of wanting to die or live.

A burly young man was putting his belt back in resentment, and sat back. There were still a few people in the room hugging and groping up and down, but they were asked to continue playing the tune. If the sound of the strings was messed up, they would be punished. The woman in the corner thought she was being punished.

Among the promiscuous men, a man in his twenties and nearly thirties let go of the woman and got up. Seeing the fat county magistrate at the door, he pulled him in with a smile. As for Geng Qing, he just nodded his head as a sign Say hello.

"Brother Zhao Fatty, it seems that we haven't seen each other for two years. When did you come to Chang'an? What kind of relationship are you planning to clear up this time?" Two seats, tea.

Geng Qing bowed his hands and thanked him. As soon as he was seated, the fat man opposite him took up the conversation and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao Fat is still able to come, which is already a blessing, but Lu Yan can't come. Last year he was still the same, we all deserve it." Step aside to give him a prestige, hehe, but he was grounded this year, not allowed to come out, tsk tsk"

"I've also heard my father talk about this matter. It's not that Lu Xiang and Zheng Xiang are arguing. After taking it down, he got wind disease last year, was in a trance, and made mistakes in doing things, so he handed it over to Wen Ji, his confidant. As a result, this guy didn't know what kind of wind he was, and asked for bribes everywhere to make things easier, so that the government orders were chaotic. General Zhang Lin was killed and Xuzhou was destroyed. All the crimes were thrown on the head of Lu Xiang."

The man who spoke put down his wine cup, pressed the table and leaned into the arms of the woman beside him.

"Hehe. A person who can become a confidant must be deeply trusted and has some advantages. Why is he suddenly short-witted and doing all the things that hurt Lu Xiang? Someone is behind the scenes."

The conversation was intense, and amidst the rambling voices of several people, the burly young man sitting at the top suddenly cast his eyes on Zhao Hongjun and Geng Qing next to him, and raised his chin.

"Brother, where is he from? Why are you with this fat pig?"

Geng Qing was stunned for a moment, these people turned their faces faster than turning a book, one second they were friendly, the next moment, they spoke like a sharp knife, and looked at the fat county magistrate, his face was a little embarrassed, looking at the eyes around him, He just squeezed out a smile and toasted him with a glass of wine.

Geng Qing stretched out his hand to press down his wine glass, stood up with a smile on his face, came in and sat for a while, almost touched the temperament of these dandies, the parents are outstanding, the eldest son is excellent, and the rest of the children just like to find excitement and make something different thing.

To get along with them, you have to find another way. Immediately, you arched your hands: "Blessed is such a fat pig here."

Some people thought he was sarcasm, they slammed the table, and the door at the back slammed open, and several guards dressed as family guards stood outside the door.

The first burly young man rubbed his thick beard on his chin, looked at the smiling Geng Qing, and flicked his fingers.

"Tell me, how can one be blessed? It's unreasonable, there is a pond outside, and someone will drown in it later."

(End of this chapter)