The queen is charming, but powerful ministers lure her to seize power and usurp the throne

Chapter 110: Starting from the Northwest Tower

The little golden man seemed to be telling Wang Shengcai that everything in his dream was true.

After struggling for two days, he slapped his thigh, surrendered the statuette, took out all his belongings, and started business again.

After hearing his magical dream, everyone felt strange and rushed to his shop to watch the excitement. However, they were attracted by the smell of the pastries and spent a few copper coins to support him.

Once you taste it, you realize that it not only smells good, but tastes even better. Everyone who has tasted it is full of praise.

In this way, the story spread from one word to ten, and the strange encounter of "Qian Xiaogui", Wang Shengcai's reputation instantly spread in the capital. Even those who have never eaten the pastries he made, have heard of his dream.

In addition, his craftsmanship is indeed unique, and the pastries taste better than ordinary pastries. Naturally, it is booming day by day. In just a few months, he has made a lot of money.

He said that Qian Xiaogui came from Southeast Zhai and used the influence of Southeast Zhai to build public opinion. At the same time, he also offended people severely.

This is like saying that the God of Wealth of the Lin family has gone to his Wang family, which is undoubtedly a curse.

Now he is even more arrogant. He is directly across from Jiang Kailou. People call him Dongdongzhai, and he calls him Northwest Tower. It is quite provocative to urinate on people's feet.

Today is the opening day of the Northwest Building. Red lanterns are hung high, red ribbons are flying, firecrackers are crackling and people are banging gongs and scattering coins in the streets and alleys.

After all this trouble, no one in the entire capital knows that a northwest building is opening today!
Although the scene is huge, when you stand at the door and look inside, you can see that there is not a single customer!
The door was very lively, beggars from all over the capital gathered here, like a beggar gang holding a meeting.

Wuyang Wuyang, stinkingly clamoring for luck and silver rewards.

With this attitude, even the slightly interested guests would hold their noses and dare not come forward.

"Tsk, tsk, I'm afraid the money Lao Wang has made from pastries in the past few months will be lost again."

"Keep your voice down, it's open now, be careful if you hear me, you'll get punched!"

"Hey, I'm telling the truth, old man! Think about it, for such a big building, the rent alone has emptied his family's fortune. He won't be able to make any money in the first month, and he won't even be able to pay him wages."

"How do you know that people can't make money?"

"Tsk, do you still need to ask? What's the weight of Dongnan Zhai and what's the weight of Lao Wang? I think he just made some small money a few days ago and started daydreaming."

"Who in the ordinary world is willing to spend money to go out to restaurants? Even if you have a little money, you can just go to the Southeast Hall to have a bowl of wine. At least you can have face when you go out. What's the point of going to the Northwest Building?"

"This kind of restaurant only makes money from rich people, but the group at the foot of the imperial city are all old customers from Southeast Zhai, and they have some affection for each other, let alone the northwest restaurant that suddenly appeared. .”

"That's what I say, but isn't there a money brat from the Wang family? I always feel that it's a bit of a joke."

When the old man heard this, he laughed loudly, as if he had heard a big joke. The other man touched his nose and was so laughed that he doubted himself a little.

Sitting on the second floor facing the street, Zhe Sang could see and hear clearly the scene at the door and the noisy words.

She was sitting with a small stove in front of her, roasting sweet potatoes.

Shui Bo sat on the other side and frowned.

The empress was so worried about this northwest building. It opened today, and the empress came out of the palace specially. Why was it such a scene?

"It's true that a dog can't spit out ivory!"

Zhe Sang's expression didn't change much, "Wait a moment."

Shui Bo waited for a while, and the noise outside suddenly became louder.

She turned around and looked even worse.

"These beggars are too much. Don't you know how to stay away from others when they are open to do business? They are just asking for red money, but they actually start a fight in front of someone's house. They need to be dealt with!"

"Don't worry, someone will take care of it." The more you beg for a living, the more you know how to look at people. In the past, whenever a shop opened, beggars would just stand far away, beg for something, say some auspicious words, and then leave. Far away.

How could such a large-scale blockage be blocked at the door of people's homes?

Obviously someone was behind it.

However, when it is noisy, it is also lively. When there is excitement, there are people watching the excitement, and there are people who don't have to worry about business.

Not long after, a group of patrolmen came to the street. There were about 50 people, all carrying sticks. As soon as those who made trouble took a look, most of them dispersed in an instant. Those who were still lingering were taken away directly.

After the cleaning was completed, a ride or a carriage came.

"Hey, isn't that Captain Yan? Does he still need to patrol the streets personally?"

"Didn't you see that there was a carriage next to him? I'm afraid he was escorting the people in the carriage."

"He has such an arrogant temper and knows how to escort people? How much do I believe you say he happened to be passing by?"

The two were discussing when they saw Yan Weiwei dismounting at the entrance of the northwest building, and the carriage beside him also slowly stopped.

The boy put down the footstool, opened the curtain, and saw a man coming out.

She has a delicate face, gentle manners, and her dark green robe is simple yet high-quality.

"Whose young master is this? I've never seen him before."

Someone wondered, and someone in the crowd replied, "This is the tall man that the Holy One values ​​most, and he is much more promising than those playboys."

Gao Hong looked at the man on horseback and said, "Since I've got you, Lieutenant Yan, why don't we go in together and have a drink."

Yan Weiwei waved his hand, "Mr. Gao, you're too polite. It's a matter of course. I won't go in today because I'm on errands. I won't have a bath another day. I'll have a good drink with you!"

Yan Weiwei was a bit old-fashioned, so Gao Hong didn't try to persuade him.

Shopkeeper Wang at the door rushed to greet him, "Master Gao, please come in."

Gao Hong nodded slightly and walked inside.

At this point, Northwest Tower got off to a good start.

The scholars watching the excitement in the teahouse immediately became excited.

Gao Hong, a poor scholar, relied on his wisdom to fight against the filthy officials, and finally succeeded in saving the lives of the whole village, killing the noble son, and became the most valued young talent of the Holy Emperor.

Such deeds have long been spread among the scholar community. Not only can I describe him as admirable, he is simply a role model for our generation.

What's more, when Gao Hong entered the officialdom, he was still neither humble nor arrogant in front of the nobles. When dealing with the noble children who broke the rules, he would take them as he was told and slap them as they were told, not to mention venting their anger.

After a moment of commotion, a young man dressed as a scholar walked out.

He said, "Dongnan Zhai is specially opened for those dandy boys. The last time I went there, the waiters there turned into lapdogs when they saw rich people, but ignored me. Their two faces were really hateful. Now that Mr. Gao has entered the northwest building, isn't he just telling me that this is where we should come?"

Shopkeeper Wang was also very considerate and said, "All scholars will be the pillars of the imperial court in the future. The shop opened today is just like you, waiting for the nobles to appreciate you. You are my nobles. If you come in and sit down, the shop will not I don’t dare to take money from you today, I just want to ask for a poem from you. In the future, you will become a big boss, and the shop will make a lot of money."

What the scholars are short of now is money, but what they don't lack is poetry. After hearing the shopkeeper's words, those who were hesitant due to lack of money immediately poured into the northwest building.

Zhe Sang looked at the energetic scholars and smiled slightly.

Shui Po teased, "People are here, but they are all freeloaders."

　I have a day off tomorrow and will definitely be able to add more updates!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)