Traveling to Daliang Kingdom starts from falling into the water

From Gu Wenxuan's point of view, if he is not even a scholar, but he imitates other people's arty manners, it will make him laughable, so he responds by saying that he is a scholar.

Only Dajiang could understand why his third brother-in-law had no intention of wasting energy on attending a party. A lot of people said that it was against their will and they might as well study at home.

Daliang is still politically clear now, but the people still need to pay taxes. They don't want to live a life of relying on the sky, and they still have to do corvee service at any time. A little disturbance can cause a family to collapse.

If you don't work hard and win fame as soon as possible, it won't matter if the third sister is left alone to support it.

No one with any sense of conscience would be able to do this while eating, drinking and having fun while the third sister was paying for her.

However, there is no escape today.

Today’s literary conference is truly about making friends through literature.

It is reported that several candidates originally wanted to leave this morning and go back to their hometowns, but they postponed their trips due to the arrival of the provincial capital meeting.

The birds that were released did not return until dark.

Zhou Banxia smiled and looked at Gu Wenxuan and Da Jiangmi, who were "drunk" just a moment ago, and stared at them. He stepped back into the inner courtyard and immediately no longer needed the support of the book boy.

"Brother-in-law, eldest brother, you are pretending too much. How can two people be drunk and not be drunk and crazy at the same time." Xiaohe shook his little head.

"It's an insult to politeness, and scholars don't get drunk and crazy."

"Seriously?" Xiaohe looked at Gu Wenxuan suspiciously, "Why is it different from what I heard? How did I hear that there are scholars who get drunk and cry and laugh at cultural gatherings?"

"It's impossible. That's because there's something wrong with the brain. It would be embarrassing for a serious person to cry and laugh outside, right? He's a scholar, not a baby."

"I, brother-in-law, why do I think you want to say something about me?

I am not a baby. I have not cried since I was a child. Everyone in our village knows this.

Brother, why are you laughing? If you laugh again, I will tell you——"

Dajiang quickly covered his brother's small mouth, "You win, just ask where you want to go tomorrow, and I will take you there, please."

Zhou Banxia fell down laughing.

"Dajiang and I didn't drink much. Seeing that they wanted to recite poetry and have fun all night long, we got alcohol on our clothes. We got drunk first and got back together later."

Zhou Banxia understood the meaning of Gu Wenxuan's words. The places where you can play all night are just those romantic places, and there is no curfew in those places.

Do not!
It can’t be said that there is no curfew.

No system can be implemented in full compliance with the Basic Law, and the curfew system is no exception.

In the Qinlou Chu Pavilion in the Burning Gold Grotto, the gates of the inner squares must be locked on time, and people cannot move between the squares at night, but the inside of the squares in that area is ignored.

It is said to be very lively, with bright lights, noisy singing and dancing day and night.

There are three famous brothels among them. Every time the college and provincial examinations are over, there is a grand event to elect oirans.

The city knows how to play.

After Dajiang Xiaohe returned to the east wing to rest, Zhou Banxia had the opportunity to ask Gu Wenxuan if he knew which Hualou girl would be the oiran this year?
Gu Wenxuan was frightened, "How do I know? You know, I have been to the bar with you at most. I am a technical geek, and I am not as well-informed as you."

Zhou Banxia laughed, "It's my fault for not explaining it clearly. Just like before the college entrance examination, the courtesan will also open the odds. Really, don't feel guilty about it."

Gu Wenxuan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "I'm not telling you, my wife, I don't want to scare people like this.

That time, I almost had mud falling into my crotch - it was either a matter (shit) or a matter (shit). Don't you suspect that I have a relationship with that little internet celebrity?

The one who wronged me was that I deliberately led you to block Haozi and that little internet celebrity——"

"Stop!" Zhou Banxia crossed his arms with a guilty conscience, "Then you still wronged me -" No matter what, it didn't seem to be the case. Xuanzi still believed in himself.

"Why are you being wronged?"

"I didn't drink anything with ice, and you kept saying that I must have drank it secretly to get a stomachache." Yes, that's an injustice! Zhou Banxia glared confidently.

This baby, what the hell! Gu Wenxuan couldn't help laughing, and stretched out his arms to hug the person.

"Uncle, have they said whether they want to go back with us?"

"They still didn't agree." Zhou Banxia put her arms around his neck and changed herself into a comfortable position to be held, "They said they had been out for a while and had to go back first.

I happened to be passing by my uncle at that time, so I sent him a letter in person and went home early, so that my family could feel at ease as soon as possible. "

"Where's Uncle Changping?"

Zhou Banxia couldn't help but smile when she remembered that Xu's nephews were going to the Lin Mansion today, and Zhou Changping was embarrassed to accompany him, and then made excuses not to attend the cultural gathering.

"What do you say?"

"We both said we should go back first, but brother Li, my aunt said to stay with us, and beat us when we need to, don't worry about damaging us."

Gu Wenxuan shook his head and smiled, thinking that Zhou Changping probably still had no confidence in whether he could pass the college examination, otherwise he would have stayed a few more days before setting off together.

After all, they are different from the lobby uncles.

The fields at their home were all rented out, so with Zhou Xiucai at home, there was no need to rush back to school to teach.

Gu Wenxuan could imagine that Zhou Banxia would not be unaware of this.

Seeing that she and her husband were the only ones in the room at this time, she simply asked Uncle Lin what he said in his answer sheet when he met her Uncle Chang Ping.

"good."

Tsk, if you have a toothache, you can’t say anything nice!

As a result, it was pretty much what Xuanzi expected, with only 60 to 70% hope.

"The problem still lies in the last business strategy. I can't say it's not well written, I can only say it's average. Fortunately, the strategy I've done is pretty good."

I am very sure of that.

After completing the questions and having them reviewed and corrected by Bai Ju and his uncle, the next writing was only "okay". Uncle Lin's vision was too high.

Zhou Banxia nodded to show his knowledge, and talked about a batch of linen and cheesecloth that he had recently asked Gu Youhua to negotiate, and that Chen Mianmian had paid for the goods and arrived at Zhuangzi.

The reason why these fabrics are purchased in Zhending Prefecture is that the prices here are much cheaper than those in Baocheng Prefecture and Dingzhou Prefecture, and it is cost-effective even with shipping costs.

Zhou Banxia had mentioned this matter to Gu Wenxuan before.

With more people on hand, it is definitely not appropriate to buy many daily necessities in the current season.

Like this batch of thick fabrics.

There are many benefits to purchasing in large quantities at one time.

Not only is the price more favorable, but the items are stocked in the workshop and warehouse early, which can also stabilize people's hearts.

After all, which servant wouldn't want to follow Renyi's master? It was not yet autumn and he was worried about freezing them, but he didn't expect that there were quite a lot of Chen Mianmian.

"It has to be said that Youhua is very capable. When negotiating with the weaving workshop, he focused on the merchant who delivered the goods to that weaving workshop.

He told them about how many people there were and how much cotton they would need in a year, and then asked for all the old cotton in stock from the other party. This year’s new cotton was also booked.

It's June now, so cotton will be picked almost in October.

At that time, the other party will send it directly to our village together with the cotton seeds. If there are more, don’t worry. "(End of chapter)