Elegy of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 6 No right to speak without investigation

When I saw Fang Laique again, this "family son" was still sleeping soundly in the previous official house, as if he was not worried about Fang Chongyong at all.After the other party woke up, as soon as they met, this guy happily said: "I know that Lang Jun will be fine."

"You know this as well?"

Fang Chongyong picked up the dark clay pot and poured himself a glass of water, but thinking about the strange smell when drinking the water before, he lost his mood for an instant and could only put down the water glass.

"Of course I know. Even the slave here can have someone to bring food and water, and he is safe and sound. How can something happen to Mr. Lang?"

Fang Laique has no respect at all, and his detached temperament cannot be changed at all.

Fang Chongyong still couldn't connect to his brain circuit, he waved his hands impatiently and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm just getting annoyed."

Fang Chongyong always felt that Wang Zhongsi looked at him strangely before, and the other party probably didn't retreat because of that poem, but he couldn't figure out what happened.

"Wang Zhongsi... this name seems familiar. Who is he?"

Fang Chongyong paced back and forth in the simple bedroom, lowered his head in thought, and asked to himself.

"Wang Zhongsi, the God of War in the Tang Dynasty, was the envoy of the four towns during the Tianbao period. He was brave, fearless, loyal, and never lost in his life. He is the pillar of the country."

Fang Laique's duck voice sounded again, without a trace of emotion, it was completely different from his usual tone of voice!

Fang Zhong raised his head bravely, but saw that Fang Laique's eyes were dull, his mind was distracted, the same as before.

"What a strange thing."

Fang Chongyong circled around Fang Laique twice, and the other party seemed to rotate like the earth, wherever Fang Chongyong turned, he would face there.

"Can you stop turning?"

Fang Chongyong asked angrily.

"Okay, Langjun."

Fang Laique stopped spinning, Fang Chongyong was very suspicious, others called him a "fool" in the past, I'm afraid the real idiot was Fang Laique...probably.

Or maybe both of them.

"Let's go walk around the streets."

Fang Zhongyong patted Fang Laique's shoulder and said.

There was nothing to pack in the room. After they left, they would not come back. They would live in the most luxurious Lotus Pond Courtyard in Kuizhou immediately.

Of course, it's not that Zheng Shuqing is out of kindness because he sees that Fang Chongyong and others can't eat well and live well, but that he's afraid that Fang Chongyong will take the opportunity to run away.

High emotional intelligence: neighbors with the governor of Kuizhou.

Low EQ: House arrest.

Fang Zhongyong, who has no long belongings, smashed the jar and chose to step on the watermelon rind and slide wherever he went.

When the two came to the street, they saw that the shops were already open for business, and they were completely unaffected by the burning of the mountain by the previous bureaucrats.

The three-story "Fengxian Building" stands not far away. It looks very luxurious and the decoration is also very elegant.

Pillars supported by several people hugging each other, emerald green glazed tiles, vermilion walls surrounding it on three sides, carved railings and jade railings cannot describe its luxury.

Fang Zhongyong couldn't think of the significance of the existence of this kind of restaurant other than entertaining businessmen.He kind of understands how the 30 guan tariff at Kuizhou Jiangguan was collected.

The natives of Kuizhou don't necessarily have much money, and those who have money are the literati, inkmen and merchants who come and go.

As soon as he saw Fang Chongyong and the others coming, a chubby guy hurried over and greeted warmly: "Isn't this Mr. Fang Lang, who is born to be a hero, please come inside, all expenses today will be counted as our shop, and they will be free of charge." .”

Hearing this, Fang Chongyong once thought he had become "Mr. Zhao".

"Who knows so soon?"

Fang Chongyong asked in surprise.

"Look at what you said, the city of Kuizhou is such a big place, and there are only so many people from Chang'an. How can there be anything new under the sun?"

The fat guy said with a smile.

Fang Chongyong was wandering in the lobby of the restaurant and saw many wooden boards hanging on the wall. Many literati came here to write poems and left them on the wooden boards.If the writing is good, it can be hung directly on the wall for future generations to appreciate. If the writing is not good, although it is not eligible to be "hanged on the wall", it can still be used to pay for a meal.

Looking up, the Tang Dynasty poet Gu Kuang's Zhuzhi Ci is impressively listed.

"Emperor Cangwu did not return, and Jing Yunfei flew under the leaves of Dongting. After the Ba people sang bamboo branches at night, the sound of the heartbroken dawn gradually faded."

Zhuzhi Ci, originally a style of poetry, was originally taken from folk songs in Ba and Chongqing.It is rumored that during the Spring and Autumn Period, the troops of the Ba Kingdom sang songs while fighting, and later the local villagers used them to celebrate the harvest, singing and dancing.Later, it evolved into poems about the customs and customs of various places, which are famous for being easy to understand and catchy.

Gu Kuang probably hasn't taken the imperial examination yet, but unexpectedly he also traveled to Kuizhou and left a poem.

It’s really ticklish!

"Let's mention my first life as a hero."

Fang Chongyong said to the fat guy brazenly.

After ordering some special dishes to be served, Chongyong greeted the waiter after he was seated and asked, "What are the specialties of Kuizhou?"

"Of course it is this."

The waiter pointed to the clothes on his body and said: "Kuizhou linen is not inferior to Shu brocade, and is the best in Shu."

Kuizhou linen is also called ramie cloth, or grass cloth.

"any left?"

Fang Chongyong was restless. Of course he knew that Kuizhou had linen that was exported to all over the world, but the market for this business was saturated, and the government could not intervene.

Don't underestimate these merchants. It is very likely that one or several aristocratic families or royal families are standing behind them.Kuizhou is only the place of origin, and Luoyang, Chang'an is the cave of selling gold.The sales channels of linen are not controlled by the place of origin.

These are not existences that Fang Chongyong can afford to offend.

The principles of business in the previous life can still be used as a reference today.If you can't grasp the sales channels, you can't grasp the pricing power.

"Well, if Lang Jun wants to ask what else there is in Kuizhou. The tigers in the mountains, the white apes, and the black ghosts (cormorants) by the river are all there."

The chubby guy was obviously unwilling to say anything more, and asked perfunctorily, his desire to not be "prostituted" by Fang Chongyong was obvious enough.

Business secrets are nothing new these days, and wanting to inquire about some "interesting" news without spending money is tantamount to asking for something.

Fang Chongyong understood instantly and mumbled a few words.

The "Steamed Yuanjia Li", "Jiaqing Li", "Hun Yang Buhu", etc. presented by this restaurant are all famous dishes in Chang'an.

Fang Youde is old-fashioned, but the shopkeeper of the restaurant is not old-fashioned at all, serving Fang Chongyong very attentively.

"Yeah, sir, why don't you eat it?"

Seeing that Fang Chongyong was motionless, Fang Laique, who kept holding the chopsticks, said vaguely while eating: "It's really delicious, much better than my cooking."

"The master didn't eat it, so why did this servant eat it?"

Fang Chongyong asked angrily.

"Because I want to give Lang Jun a poison test."

Fang Laique said boldly, not feeling embarrassed at all.

"Okay, okay, remember to pack it after you finish eating."

After a while, Fang Laique followed Fang Chongyong carrying a wooden box filled with uneaten leftovers.

The two of them left Kuizhou City and came to the riverside. They saw many peasant women working in the fields on the river bank. Many of them had large tumor-like bumps on the backs of their necks, some of which were as big as a baby's head. Looking at them, How appalling!

In his two lifetimes, Fang Chongyong has never seen so many patients with tumors together.

He hurriedly stopped a young traveler who was going towards the gate of Kuizhou Prefecture, and asked, "These women, why are the backs of their necks like this?"

"Why else, drink too much river water. You can't drink the river water in the middle of Sichuan, and galls will grow if you drink too much. During the day, the water vapor will evaporate, and people will get sick if there is too much miasma. Mr. Xiaolang just arrived in Kuizhou?"

The man asked suspiciously.

Thinking of the strange smell of drinking water when he just woke up, and Zheng Shuqing's pride in making tea, Fang Chongyong understood that in Kuizhou, what kind of water you drink means what class you are in!
From drinking river water when he wakes up to drinking "Nongfu Spring" later, he has achieved a class jump.

Although still very empty.

"Excuse me, your Majesty, the river water is so terrible, what should I do if I want to drink water?"

Fang Chongyong humbly asked for advice.

The man laughed loudly and said: "Mr. Xiaolang is really polite. There are 24 Wuhou wells in the city of Kuizhou, which were dug in the city of Kuizhou when Zhuge Prime Minister Baidicheng accepted Tuogu, and they are still there today.

It's just that it's under the jurisdiction of the government and requires a small fee.Most people in the capital city of Kuizhou drink well water.

Wouldn't it be great if the gentleman knew some powerful person, and he could also bring water from the mountain spring directly into the house?At that time, can I rent a shabby room for you? "

Seeing Fang Chongyong's appearance as a young adult, the man couldn't help teasing.

"Can mountain springs be introduced into the house?"

Fang Chongyong seemed to have heard something big.

"You don't understand this. In the early years, rich people used thick bamboo pipes to drain the spring water on the top of the mountain for several miles, leading directly to the city. The spring water is sweet. Not only can you drink it directly, but it is even more delicious to make tea. The water from the Shu River, drinking No, no drink!"

This young man is a chatterbox, and the chatterbox is endless once opened.

After he finished speaking, Fang Chongyong said with a smile: "I am now living in the capital of Kuizhou, how dare I ask for your name?"

Someone who can tell so many things in one breath is definitely not a commoner in the mountains. Fang Chongyong still has this kind of discernment.

"No talent, no talent, let me take care of the situation, and see you by fate!"

The man waved his hand to say goodbye, turned around and strode away.

"Gu Kuang... I seem to have heard of it somewhere."

Fang Chongyong felt that his mind was getting worse and worse, and he always remembered and couldn't remember some things.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun! Isn't Gu Kuang the one who wrote bamboo branch poems and hung them on the wall in Fengxian Building?"

Fang Laique suddenly realized, and finally remembered.

Well, the one who wrote Zhuzhici is a very enthusiastic and straightforward person.

Seeing the difficulties of the people's livelihood, Fang Chongyong was immediately in awe of Zheng Shuqing's mediocrity of only receiving [-]% of the rent.Perhaps just his little thoughts can make many low-level people linger for a few days.

God has the virtue of good life, how can people not?

Zheng Inspector Zheng is confused, and there is no shortage of evil in human nature, but he is still very reliable in doing big things. Fang Zhongyong decided to help him out and escort him back to the Chang'an Center.

I arrived at the Lotus Pond Mansion with a disappointed look on my face. After entering the central hall, I saw Zheng Shuqing pacing back and forth in the yard, looking very anxious.

"Why are you like an ant on a hot pot?"

Fang Chongyong asked very bluntly.

"Come, come, I have something important to discuss with you!"

Like a thief, Zheng Shuqing dragged Fang Chongyong into the study in the back hall.

After the two sat down, he handed an official letter to Fang Zhongyong to read.

"The imperial court is sending a special envoy to Kuizhou?"

Fang Chongyong asked with a look of surprise.

"Yes, the official document was sent from Guizhou (Zigui), saying that the imperial envoys have set off from Guizhou to Kuizhou for me to receive them. But I don't even know what ship the attendants are on! Let me receive them. What to do?

Do you think he came here for that matter? "

Zheng Shuqing was so anxious that he stood up from the high stool and paced back and forth.

Seeing Fang Chongyong's expression of contemplation and silence, Zheng Shuqing asked eagerly: "Didn't you say you already have a good plan? Tell me, what can you do?"

"Please send someone who is well versed in Kuizhou's way of life to go with me. In the past two days, I will walk around Kuizhou's mansion. When the time comes, I will naturally give you a satisfactory answer."

Hearing Fang Chongyong's words, Zheng Shuqing felt a little relieved, nodded helplessly and said: "That's all I have to do, I'll make arrangements now, you should get up early tomorrow. Time is running out, don't hesitate!"

……

Early the next morning, Fang Chongyong was called to the government office by Zheng Shuqing, and at the same time, there was also a small official in black linen.Except for a scar on his face and slightly worn and shabby clothes, there is nothing special about it.

"He Chengjiong! You have been following this young gentleman since today, and you will do whatever he asks you to do. Do you hear me?"

Zheng Shuqing yelled at this man named He Chengjiong, his attitude was very bad, and his attitude was completely different from the other's Chongyong.

The man didn't feel dissatisfied when he heard the words of the governor of Kuizhou. He just saluted respectfully and said, "I accept your order."

He turned around to the other side and saluted Chongyong again: "I am a bad handsome man in Kuizhou, please show me, sir, I will definitely do my best!"

Bad people?Bad handsome?
Can you do martial arts? Can you fly?Is there a Longquan sword?Do you know Yuan Tiangang?

Fang Chongyong had many doubts in his mind, but he didn't express anything on his face, he just nodded slightly and said: "Just follow me, let's go."

The two of them left the government office. Today, Fang Chongyong asked Fang Laique to learn how to cook from the chef inside the Lianhuachi mansion, which might be useful in the future.So he doesn't have that little tail behind him at the moment.

Coming to Kuizhou Street, it is still overcrowded today, and the prosperity is not normal and not real.

Fang Chongyong looked at He Chengjiong and asked: "In Kuizhou Mansion, besides linen, is there anything else that can be sold?"

Bad people are not people in the government establishment of the Tang Dynasty. By analogy, they are more like Fang Chongyong's assistant police in his previous life, but with a lower status.After accepting the case from the government, if the bad person fails to solve the case within three days, he will be whipped and whipped on his back.

It's really old.

But there are also historical data that suggest that this is only the superficial work of bad people, but in fact they have the duty of supervising various places for the royal family.Fang Chongyong is not quite clear about the specifics.

"Back to my lord, the business routes for linen and other things have been monopolized by rich merchants from all walks of life. And Kuizhou's melons and fruits, such as grapefruits, oranges, etc., can't be sold at any price. If your lord wants to eat, I can arrange people to pick.

As for white apes, tigers and leopards, I don’t think Mr. Lang would want them..."

He Chengjiong talked for a long time but refused to get to the point. Fang Chongyong retorted impatiently: "My father is the supervisory censor of the Shannan East Road. I originally wanted to do a career when I grew up. It was just when there was a shortage of manpower that I wanted to support him. Come on, I didn't expect that."

Fang Chongyong was about to speak but stopped.

He Chengjiong said quickly: "Don't worry, Mr. Lang, I have just hit the key point. The things that Kuizhou can get are wine and boats."

His eyes flashed, and he looked confident.

"Okay, then take me to have a look."

(End of this chapter)