marquis of jingan

Chapter 118
Regarding that poem, Shen Yi didn't take it very seriously.

He took Xu Fu around the Qinhuai River, and finally bought two biscuits at a small stall named "Jiangdu Biscuits" on the Qinhuai River. The two biscuits cost Shen Yi fifteen yuan.

This price has far exceeded the price of pancake fruit when it first appeared in Jiangdu.

On the one hand, it’s because this thing just appeared in Jiankang not long ago, and it’s still a bit of a novelty, and on the other hand, it’s because these snack stalls on the banks of the Qinhuai River are quite expensive, and the purpose of setting up a stall here is to pay the lords at the gate of the yamen. , so the price is of course more expensive, otherwise there is no way to pay back.

After Shen Yi took a few bites of this pancake, he looked back at Xu Fu, and said with a smile: "Xiao Xu, it seems that there are quite a few capable people in Jiankang City, and this pancake is no worse than the one we made, even worse. It's more fragrant."

Xu Fu also ate half of the pancake, he looked at Shen Yi, nodded and said: "My lord is right, this pancake is indeed better than what we made in Jiangdu."

Shen Yi took two more bites, found a place to sit down with Xu Fu, and then said quietly: "Eating is at most enough for us to live on. Even if it grows bigger, it can only be a small business. You have been doing it for two years. Just focus on it, and don’t put your mind on it after two years.”

Xu Fu sat next to Shen Yi, lowered his eyebrows and said, "My lord, you asked me to inquire about famous medical clinics in Jiankang City earlier, and I have already inquired about them. There are many medical clinics in Jiankang City, and most of them are located in Beicheng, which is the imperial city. On the other side, near Jinwang Mansion where the young master lives, there are three or four medical clinics, all of which are run by old imperial physicians who have retired from the imperial medical clinic."

Having said this, Xu Fu paused for a moment, and then continued: "My lord, although patented medicines are a good business, I have also thought about it in private. One day our patented medicines will be opened, so it's okay if the business is not good. , if the business is good, it will definitely be hated, and people want to smear it into medicine, it couldn't be easier."

He said slowly: "I deliver medicine in the village, and people are beaten if they die. If we sell it, people will die..."

Shen Qilang took another bite of the cake, and said vaguely: "That's why we came to Jiankang."

"The medicine we sell cannot be trusted by ordinary people. What if it is a medicine approved by the imperial physician?"

"If the Imperial Physician approves it, then the Imperial Physician will correct it."

Shen Qi swallowed the cake in his mouth, and continued: "As long as you think of a way, the business can always be done, besides..."

Mr. Shen smiled coolly: "The finished medicine is just an experiment of mine. It is good to make it. If it can't be done, we can find other ways to get rich. The world is getting bigger and there is no way to be blocked."

The idea of ​​making a medicine into a prescription must have been thought of by someone throughout the ages, but those seniors didn't make it, and Shen Yi may not be able to make it, but this thing has to be tried, and if it works, Shen Yi can accumulate it quickly original capital.

With money, coupled with his vision beyond this era, it is not a problem to do any business.

Shen Yi stood up, stretched his waist, then pointed at the bustling Qinhuai River in front of him, and began to draw big cakes for Xu Fu.

"Xiao Xu, one day, all the girls on the Qinhuai River will call you Mr. Xu!"

After hearing these words, Xu Fu, who was standing behind Shen Yi, took a deep breath, and then slowly shook his head.

"I don't want to do anything else. If I can do something for the young master, I will be satisfied."

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Shen Yi's poems... or Du Shen's poems spread quickly in Jiankang City.

After all, this poem, for Da Chen now, is really... too appropriate for the occasion.

The spring breeze doesn't know the change of jade face, but it still sings happily around the boat.

It is simply a poem tailored for the current Jiankang City.

Because this poem is very suitable for the occasion, plus it was read at the Shangyuan Poetry Conference, and Du Shen himself is famous, this poem was almost spread throughout Jiankang City on the second day of the Shangyuan Poetry Conference.

It is equivalent to being on Jiankang's "Hot Search No. [-]".

Some speculative brothels and Chu houses on the Qinhuai River have already begun to arrange the tune of this poem, preparing to sing it as a little tune to catch the heat.

With such intensity, this poem naturally spread to the ears of the court officials very quickly. Faced with this slightly sad poem, the official reaction was somewhat different.

If this kind of poem was published in Jiankang City a few years ago, or even a year ago when Yang Jingzong and Yang Xiangguo were in power, the author would most likely be arrested in the name of "slandering the court" and "slandering the emperor". Throw it into the prison of Jiankang Mansion and enjoy it.

But now, the Kame faction has begun to weaken.

Although Yang Xiangguo still has a very terrifying influence in the court, under the premise that the emperor will soon be in power, these turtle faction people will not have the arrogance of the past.

When many courtiers saw this poem, although they would not applaud it, they would inevitably feel some resentment.

But Prime Minister Yang was still there, and these "hardline" courtiers didn't dare to jump too far.

Ever since, the princes in the imperial court chose to ignore this poem in an unusually tacit understanding.

And His Majesty the Emperor in the palace is not deaf or blind. There is a "famous poem" in Jiankang City, and it is a famous poem about current affairs, so it will naturally fall into the ears of this emperor.

In fact, after His Majesty the Emperor saw this poem, he was stunned for a while, and then sat on the dragon chair, his face turning red.

Even, I was a little annoyed.

Because Jiankang's current situation was caused by his Li family, or his fathers and grandparents, and now this poem is mocking the current affairs, and it is mocking his fathers and grandparents.

This is unbearable for an emperor.

But what I have to admit is that the content written in this poem can be said to be true every sentence.

Ever since, His Majesty the Emperor stared at these four lines of poem for half an hour, and then slowly waved: "Gao Ming."

Gao Ming is the eunuch beside the emperor, and also the companion who watched the emperor grow up.

When His Majesty was still in the East Palace, Gao Daban was the one who watched and grew up in the East Palace. Later, when the ten-year-old Crown Prince entered the imperial court, Gao Daban naturally became the chief eunuch of Chen Guo.

After hearing the emperor's call, the 35-year-old eunuch hurriedly walked out from the side with small steps, then knelt down in front of the emperor, kowtowed: "Your servant is here."

The emperor was silent for a while, and asked, "Who wrote this poem?"

"Go back to Your Majesty."

Eunuch Gao bowed his head respectfully: "Du Shen, a person from Jiankang, read it at the Shangyuan Poetry Meeting on the Qinhuai River last night during the Shangyuan Festival. This Du Shen is a juren of Hongde for three years, and there is no Jinshi yet."

At this point, Eunuch Gao paused, and continued: "But according to Du Shen himself, this poem was not written by him, but he heard it on the banks of the Qinhuai River. He should be afraid of taking responsibility, so he shirked this poem on passers-by."

"Go and find out."

His Majesty the Emperor said indifferently: "Then report the details to me."

Eunuch Gao bowed his head deeply: "This servant understands."

……

So, in the early morning of the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, when Du Juren was still sleeping peacefully at home, there was a rush of knocking on the courtyard door of Du's house.

When the Du family opened the courtyard door, they saw four strong men standing in front of their house. The first man was holding a waist card and his voice was indifferent.

"The internal guard handles the case."

"Is Du Juren at home?"

(End of this chapter)