I opened a tea shop in Bianjing

It was rainy in Tokyo on this day, and the light rain fell down the eaves like beads with broken threads.

From Tianjie Yudao to Majie, there are few pedestrians along the way, and only a few brightly colored oiled paper umbrellas can be seen moving slowly in the rain.

The cold wave this time caught people off guard, so the business of major stores has become much deserted.

Just three days ago, the emperor suddenly issued an edict to release Shang Shuling Zhang Dun as an envoy to the mountains and forests. At the same time, Du Yu Hou Qiu Feng and his party members were also exiled.

For a time, there was an uproar between the government and the public, and the people were shocked.

"Mountain Forest Envoy" is a temporary assignment just like Mo Yunxiao's "Recruit Envoy Inside and Outside the City".However, this is a big chore.Because he was going to build a mausoleum for the first emperor Zhezong.

Everyone can see that Zhang Dun's release is a sign of his loss of power.Although everyone can see that it is only a matter of time before Zhang Dun's downfall since the Rebellion of King Jian, but it is so sudden that many people did not expect it.

In front of the Changfeng Tower, Zhang Chun was sitting alone on a small horse tie.The two of them were wrapped in their wide sleeves, staring blankly at the street scene in the rain.

The lonely Zhang Chun sat in front of the gate, and the inside of the building was even more bleak.A few guys packed up the tables and chairs, and walked over with their bags on their backs.

They only stayed by Zhang Chun's side for a while and left quickly.After that, dozens of maids and singing girls with musical instruments also left while weeping.Zhang Chun sat dumbfounded, without any expression.

The rain was still falling, and the accountant in front of the counter glanced at the dull Zhang Chun, and couldn't help but sighed deeply.

He picked up the ledger and walked up to Zhang Chun, saying, "Boss, the bills have been settled, and there is still a balance of [-] yuan, please take a look." He handed over the ledger, but Zhang Chun was just in a daze. Not reaching out to pick it up.

The accountant could only sigh again, put the account book gently at Zhang Chun's feet, and took up his luggage and left with an oil-paper umbrella.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the clearly visible street scene became hazy.In this blur, a touch of orange suddenly appeared.

Zhang Chun blinked and found that it was just an umbrella propped up.But the umbrella came in his direction.

Under the orange oil-paper umbrella is a graceful girl in green.Next to her was a maid of slight stature.The maid also held up an umbrella.Two umbrellas, one tall and one short, came at the same time, and their figures gradually appeared in Zhang Chun's eyes.

"What a Changfeng restaurant, the tricks are still so bright." The maid said with that clear voice like a silver bell.

When the words fell, the two had already arrived under the eaves.They put away their umbrellas separately, and lightly touched the dripping umbrellas on the threshold.

"Shopkeeper, do you want to sell wine today?" the maid asked.

Zhang Chun didn't look at them either, just said: "I've disappointed the two ladies, Changfeng Tower can't sell wine."

His voice was muddy, and he could no longer hear the vigorous spirit of the past, as if there was a mouthful of old phlegm stuck in his throat.

Two women stepped over the threshold and walked in. The tall woman said lightly, "Master Zhang, don't you remember me?"

Compared to the maid's crisp and clear voice, this woman's voice was deeper.Zhang Chun was slightly taken aback, as if he had heard this voice somewhere before.

So he looked up and saw Mo Yunxiao and her maid Huan'er.The two of them stood in front of the door, blocking the faint sunlight.The shadows of the two of them dragged on the ground for a long time, and they looked taller and taller.

Zhang Chun's face became hot for a while, and he avoided his eyes unnaturally, and said, "Are you here to see my joke?"

"I'm not so leisurely and elegant." Mo Yunxiao walked slowly and said with a straight face, "I just came to see how much your family building is worth."

Zhang Chun grinned and said, "Changfeng Restaurant is as high as the sky, and you don't hesitate to spend tens of thousands of dollars for a drink. How much do you think this restaurant is worth?"

Mo Yunxiao also laughed, and said while looking around: "Of course it's expensive. But now that your Zhang family is down and out, why don't you sell it quickly and get away?"

"Hmph! One day, my Zhang family will make a comeback." Zhang Chun said very proudly.

"Okay! I'll wait for you this day." Mo Yunxiao walked over, bent down and picked up the account book at Zhang Chun's feet.Zhang Chun was slightly unhappy, but he didn't stop him.

"Mo Yunxiao, it's not that I lost to you." Zhang Chun curled his lips, and continued to look at Yumu and said, "It was my brother who lost to the officials."

Mo Yunxiao just looked at his accounts while pacing, nodded and said: "That's right, your restaurant has never been in deficit."

"My brother was relegated suddenly, and I don't understand why." Zhang Chun's eyes became blurred again: "It seems like a Nanke dream, and now it's a dream."

With a "bang", Mo Yunxiao put the ledger on the counter and asked, "A few days ago, the Zichen Hall in the palace caught fire, did you know about it?"

Zhang Chun tilted his head slightly, and said, "Everyone knows about this."

"That's it." Mo Yunxiao said: "I'm afraid it was your elder brother who revealed the location of the official family to Concubine Zhu, and Concubine Zhu will kill her."

Zhang Chun was slightly startled, and his expression became stiff: "Even so, it is better to act first, and the officials will attack him sooner or later."

"He wanted the official's life, but the official just let him go." Mo Yunxiao looked through the ledger with a smile: "This is already lenient."

"Hmph!" Zhang Dun stood up suddenly, and said, "Since that's the case, what are you doing here? Could it be that you have taken a fancy to my Changfeng Tower?"

Mo Yunxiao nodded: "Yes."

"You..." Zhang Dun was taken aback for a moment, never expecting Mo Yunxiao to answer like this.

Mo Yunxiao took a look at the lobby and said, "The layout is all right, I want to sell your restaurant and ask for a price."

"Hmph! I'm not selling it!" Zhang Chun turned around stubbornly, sat down in front of Maza again, and said, "My brother will definitely come back again."

"Shopkeeper Zhang, don't deceive yourself." Huan'er, who was standing full of mouth, said, "The official's family is just young, how can he spend money on Prime Minister Zhang? Shopkeeper Zhang, why don't you sell off the family property before the official's conviction? If so, I can still have a good death. If..."

"Huan'er!" Mo Yunxiao interrupted her, with a bit of reproach in her tone.

Huan'er stuck out her tongue and stopped talking.

Mo Yunxiao let out a long breath, and said: "Our tea house once collapsed, and I saw my father die in prison with my own eyes. Shopkeeper Zhang, I can empathize with you."

"Hmph! I don't believe you are so kind." Zhang Dun said coldly.

Mo Yunxiao gave Huan'er a wink, and the latter nodded in understanding. "Master Zhang, what do you think this is?" Huan'er took out a few paper tickets from her purse.

When Zhang Chun took a look, his eyes could not help but shine. "Cha Yin?" He looked at Huan'er in astonishment.

Huan'er giggled, and said, "By the way, this is the Tea Yin from our Minglou."

Mo Yunxiao walked over slowly and explained: "Master Zhang, I didn't accept your shop for the purpose of annexation, forcing you to have no place to stand. I used these tea tickets to exchange your shop. No matter what you can do in the future If you make a comeback, I am confident that these few tea invitations will be enough for you to live for the rest of your life."

Zhang Dun looked at the tea pot in Huan'er's hand, showing a look of disbelief.

The so-called "tea introduction" is a bill for trading with tea farmers.The tea seller receives the money and gives the other party a tea ticket, and the other party can pick up the goods at any time with this bill.

However, with the prosperity of the economy in the Song Dynasty, tea notes, salt notes, and wine notes were no longer just used as notes, but became like stocks, and they could make thousands of profits once they were sold.

Although this amount of money is not worth mentioning in the eyes of Zhang Chun, the former shopkeeper of Changfenglou, but now he is poor.

Mo Yunxiao has completely grasped Zhang Chun's predicament.What he lacked was money, but not just money.

Because the failure of his business was definitely not caused by poor management, but because their family was involved in a reverse case.Whether it is the government or the people, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at him.Under such circumstances, large transactions will only cause unnecessary trouble.

Mo Yunxiao's transaction in the way of tea quotation is both concealed and won't attract too many people's attention, so Zhang Chun is naturally happy.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chun couldn't help sighing: "Mo Yunxiao is really thoughtful." In fact, for Mo Yunxiao who lives in the 21st century and is well versed in the market economy, this is nothing more than a little common sense.

"How is it? Shopkeeper Zhang!" The tea pot in Huan'er's hand was still shaking slightly.

At this time, the rain stopped for a while, and the sun pierced through the thick clouds and cast a glow.Rain was still dripping from the eaves.Sunlight passes through the water droplets, refracting a colorful rainbow-like effect.

The rainbow was reflected on the tea primer in Huan'er's hand, making it even more radiant.

Zhang Chun looked at it for a long time, then suddenly said: "If it's less than a thousand catties, I can't be said to touch me!"

Huan'er chuckled, and took the tea quotes and counted them one by one: "This one is five hundred catties, this one is eight hundred catties, yo, this one is one thousand catties! What else is there?" ..."

Huan'er counted them one by one, and the total catty was more than five thousand, and its market value also exceeded ten thousand yuan.

Such a large denomination of tea can't even be eaten by Minglou for a while, it seems that Mo Yunxiao is really cutting meat to feed the eagles!
Zhang Chun widened his eyes full of astonishment, and stammered, "This... this... you..."

Mo Yunxiao took the tea guide from Huan'er's hand, stuffed it into Zhang Chun's hand, and said with a smile: "Anyway, I, Mo Yunxiao, must get the shop I want. Pack your things and move quickly." !"

After she finished speaking, she took Huan'er and walked away.Zhang Chun looked at their backs as they went away, and looked at the brand new tea guide in his hand, and suddenly burst into tears.

At this time, the sky has cleared.But the street is still wet, and the air is filled with the smell of moist grass.

There are still very few pedestrians on the street, but some vendors have already put away the big umbrellas one after another, and are shouting loudly while arranging their goods.

"Girl, we finally took over the Changfeng Tower, and we got what we wanted!" Huan'er couldn't suppress her excitement.But she was a little resentful: "It's just that the little old man Zhang Chun was taken advantage of. Miss, you gave him so much tea, enough to make him a rich man."

Mo Yunxiao said with a smile: "From now on, there will be no Changfeng Building in Tokyo City, only the semicolon of our Tea Building. In comparison, what are those few tea invitations?"

"But he once harmed us!" Huan'er said.

Looking at the street scene, Mo Yunxiao shook her head and said, "It's not him who hurt us, but Zhao Si. Since we've already won, we shouldn't add insult to injury. Be a human being and save a thread so that we can meet each other in the future. You should understand this truth, right?" ?”

Huan'er nodded half-understanding, and said, "Then shall we go back? Miss Xiao Wang is still waiting for us."

Mo Yunxiao suddenly stopped to think, and said: "Speaking of her, I promised to buy her the sweet-scented osmanthus drink from Granny Cao's house. Ah! I haven't had a drink for a long time. Huaner, do you want to drink it?"

Huan'er is a playful and delicious person, and when she hears that there is a drink, she naturally claps her hands and applauds it.So Mo Yunxiao smiled, took her hand and walked towards Caihe.

Mo Yunxiao, who has traveled through time, knows very well that Yinzi is what later generations call drinks.It's just that the drink in the Song Dynasty is completely brewed naturally, without preservatives or chemical additives.

And this sweet-scented osmanthus drink is a major feature of Granny Cao's drink shop. Although it is not as popular as Minglou, the business has always been booming.

Because this season is not the busiest season on the canal, there are not many trackers on the Caihe River, and some are just river workers who repair bridges, roads and embankments.

Mo Yunxiao looked at the Caihe River, where the water was not rushing, and couldn't help thinking of the battle between the Beggar Gang and the Cao Gang around the canal, and was filled with emotion for a while.

At this time, Huan'er brought the sweet-scented osmanthus drink in a paper cup.She handed a cup to Mo Yunxiao, and took a long gulp of her own.

"Wow! It's so thirst-quenching!" Huan'er couldn't help admiring.

Mo Yunxiao also took a sip, it was really cool and delicious, and it also contained a faint scent of osmanthus.

"Did you buy it for Miss Wang?" Mo Yunxiao asked.

Huan'er also looked at Cai He, and replied, "We'll buy it for her after we finish drinking."

"Alright." Mo Yunxiao nodded.

Suddenly, a gong sounded not far away. "Idlers avoid the way! Idlers avoid the way!" came the shouts.

The master and servant looked sideways, and saw a group of officers and soldiers approaching slowly, among them was an official on horseback.

The official looked straight ahead, with three long beards. He looked over 40 years old, very much like Jia Zheng described in "A Dream of Red Mansions".

Huan'er hurriedly pulled Mo Yunxiao aside, muttering, "The official is here."

When the officers and soldiers passed by her, the official glanced at Mo Yunxiao inadvertently.Naturally, Mo Yunxiao also took a look at him.

Mo Yunxiao saw a little surprise in his eyes.No wonder, in these years, which ordinary people are not afraid of officials?Especially such a lonely woman.

Just as they passed by, Huan'er hurriedly pulled the corner of La Mo Yunxiao's clothes, and said, "Girl, it's too impolite to look at Shangguan like this."

"Oh, is that so?" Mo Yunxiao was a little confused.

"Of course it is!" Huan'er said, "Our tea house cannot do without the support of these dignitaries!"

"Minglou?" The official suddenly turned around and looked at the two of them, then signaled to stop.

Huan'er was so frightened that she couldn't help but back away, but Mo Yunxiao still had a ignorant look on her face