Great Tang Broom Star

  Chapter 1018 Foreseen difficulties

  The empress was reading the memorial, and the crown prince was sitting next to him, and he was also reading the memorial.

   This is the standard parenting pattern.

  Jia Ping'an and Yan Liben came in, and Li Zhi asked, "But the matter of silver coins has come to fruition?"

"yes."

  Yan Liben took out the silver coin, "Please look, Your Majesty, this silver coin is in the shape of a copper coin, with a square hole in the middle, and the words 'Longshuo Silver Coin' written on the outside..."

   Li Zhi praised: "It's quite exquisite."

  Yangliu got it.

  Yan Liben smiled slightly, showing the demeanor of a master.

  The queen smiled, "Is it safe?"

"exist."

  Jia Pingan handed over the wooden box.

  Queens open.

  The silver coins lay quietly on the silk cloth.

  Slightly reflective.

  Wu Mei was taken aback for a moment.

   "But it's wrong?"

  The emperor walked over, and the empress looked side by side.

  The profile of the emperor looks majestic and heroic, and it says: Long Shuo was built in three years.

  This avatar... is so detailed!

  Look at those ears, that nose and eyes... even the hair.

  The emperor couldn't move his eyes away.

   "Your Majesty?"

  Yan Liben felt something was wrong.

  The emperor looked up, "Excellent!"

  The queen took out the silver coin and turned it over.

One yuan.

   Two bunches of wheat ears sandwich this dollar in the middle.

  The brand-new silver coins glistened, and the emperor gave a dry cough. As the person next to him, the empress turned her head over with understanding.

  What would it be like to put your own avatar on the coin?

  The emperor didn't let go of the coin.

   Is this intoxicated?

   But the emperor's intoxication was short-lived.

   "I saw the two coins."

  Yan Liben was very itchy. On the one hand, he was thinking about the outcome, and on the other hand, he wanted to see how Jia Pingan designed it.

  Li Zhi said: "Jia Ping'an's silver coins are more stable."

  He said the word prudent very clearly.

   Is the avatar steady?

  Emperors are narcissistic creatures, but if there is an emperor who is not narcissistic, it is likely to have some psychological problems.

  Think about it, one person is above the clouds, and the whole world is crawling below. His words and deeds affect the fate of people in the world, and he can make countless people die with a wave of his hand...

   As time goes on, how many people can not be narcissistic? How many can not float?

  Yan Liben was greatly disappointed. Seeing Jia Pingan's calm expression turned out to be "I knew it would be like this", doubts suddenly arose in his heart.

   Could it be that the emperor opened the back door for his brother-in-law?

  Yan Li was originally an old minister, so he could salivate and ask, "Your Majesty, can I show you that silver coin?"

   Li Zhi handed him the silver coin.

  Yan Liben thought about many looks, but when he saw that head portrait, he knew that he was completely defeated.

  Using the emperor's head as the embellishment of the coin is a brilliant idea.

   Li Zhi was not annoyed when he saw that he was holding the coin to compare his appearance.

  Yan Liben sighed and cupped his hands, "Mr. Zhao is brilliant, but I lost. However, Mr. Zhao used His Majesty's head on the silver coin, which can be called antelope horns. How did you come up with this idea?"

   Jia Pingan said: "Using His Majesty's head on the silver coin is not just for decoration."

  Yan Liben was taken aback, as was the empress.

   "What is that for?"

  Jia Pingan said: "The silver coin is the official coin of the Tang Dynasty, but how can we let the people in the world know the seriousness of this coin? How can we let them know that this coin has the endorsement of the court?"

  Yan Li himself was shocked, "Using His Majesty's head portrait, people all over the world will be in awe when they see it."

   Coins need endorsement!

   Later generations use the heads of state heads to be printed on coins, not just for commemoration or anything, but also for endorsement.

   "The old man lost!"

  Yan Liben had mixed feelings.

   "When the old man thinks of coins, the first thing he thinks of is copper coins. The old man thought that everyone in the world is familiar with copper coins, so why not use the appearance of copper coins, but look at this coin again, and the old man knows that he is old."

  He said very seriously: "Your Majesty, I think Zhao Guogong can take over the position of minister."

   When I retire or leave, let Jia Pingan come to the Ministry of Industry.

  Old Yan, don't harm anyone!

   Jia Ping'an's head was full of bags, "It's absolutely impossible!"

  Yan Liben frowned, "Zhang Meng, a student of mathematics, is like a fish in water under Huang Wan's hands. Huang Wan said that Zhang Meng will at least become the minister of the Ministry of Industry in 20 years..."

  The minister of the Ministry of Industry who is less than 40 years old, this is very impressive!

   And at least.

  Yan Liben said dissatisfiedly: "Those are just students, you are the inheritor of new learning, can't you still be a good minister of the Ministry of Industry?"

  I can't do well!

  Theory is one thing, practice is another. Jia Pingan said sincerely: "There is a specialization in art, and the masters of the Yan family have been masters for generations, and I am absolutely inferior."

   Learn to be humble!

  Wu Mei smiled gratifiedly.

  Yan Liben said happily: "Let's go, the old man of Pingkangfang treats you!"

   Said in front of the emperor and empress to go to Pingkangfang to visit prostitutes...

  The black face of the empress.

   Arriving at Pingkangfang, Jia Pingan still remembered the look in the emperor's eyes.

   Beast trapped.

  It is very comfortable for the emperor to rule the world, but as a price, he cannot walk freely with the common people. For example, now...

   "Jia Lang!"

  The bustard rushed over as if he had discovered a gold mine, and then hugged Jia Ping'an's arm tightly.

   "Women!"

  At this moment in broad daylight, there are at most 30% of the customers, and many prostitutes have no business, so they all rushed out after hearing the shouts.

   "Jia Lang!"

  In an instant, Jia Ping'an was surrounded.

   "Hey! Old man... old man..."

  Among the crowds, Yan Liben was pushed away by the women. Although he also experienced the warmth and fragrance of nephrite jade, the aggrieved feeling of being ignored!

  Jia Ping'an was surrounded and looked at the bustard helplessly.

   "Get me out!"

   But who will let it?

  Jia Ping'an doesn't like to come to the brothel anymore. It used to be every now and then, but now it doesn't come every few years. Under such circumstances, no matter which brothel he appears in, the business of that brothel will be very good.

  —The brothel that can make an exception for Master Jia, who is clean and self-sufficient, must be full of beautiful women, and must have good skills.

   "Give way."

   Jia Ping'an was a little desperate.

   "Ouch!"

  Jia Pingan got angry, and turned around and said, "Who pinches my ass?"

  Damn it, it's nothing for a woman to be ruthless than a man!

   "Brother."

  Li Jingye jumped out from nowhere, and with a tiger roar, the prostitutes changed color and scattered.

   Sure enough, they are still brothers.

  Li Jingye put his arms around one casually, and moved his right hand.

   "Aww!"

  The prostitute jumped up clutching her ass.

  Li Jingye looked surprised, "It turns out that pinching a woman's **** is like this... and pinching a man's **** is the same?"

  Jia Pingan: "..."

  Yan Liben came up and asked, "Jingye, what about you...how about that?"

  Li Jingye shook his head, "I used to wrestle with my colleague at Qianniuwei, he pinched my neck, and I pinched his ass..."

  Yan Liben asked: "What happened next?"

  Li Jingye thought about it for a while, "Then he didn't seem to pull for three days, so I stopped touching my butt."

  The prostitute changed color and hurriedly called a prostitute upstairs.

   "It's all blue!"

   There was a scream on the second floor of Shaoqing, and the prostitute came down in a hurry: "I can't receive guests these days, please ask Duke Zhao to decide."

   As she spoke, she licked her lips and glanced at the majestic Li Jingye.

   Jia Pingan said kindly: "You can't do it alone."

  The prostitute shook her head, and said firmly: "The slave is called the first field of Pingkangfang."

   Jia Ping'an said casually, "Bring it yourself."

  Li Jingye came to find Jia Ping'an to do something.

   "Brother, some people say that the silver coins from Chaozhong are mixed with a lot of lead."

  A group of sand sculptures who don't even know the ratio.

   Jia Pingan smiled contemptuously.

  Li Jingye said: "They said that silver coins were mixed with 10% lead."

  He found that Jia Ping'an's complexion was wrong.

   "Brother?"

  Jia Pingan stretched out two fingers, "Secret."

  20% seigniorage, what a black heart!

   But a piece of paper is worth a lot of money in the market outlook, so what?

  The so-called currency must be endorsed by a sovereign state. At the beginning, the people did not trust the so-called country, so they needed to use precious metals. After continuous development, the country promised the ratio of paper money to gold and silver, and then the issuance of paper money began.

  This is Datang, what kind of country and nation, no one pays attention to these concepts at all, you say the country endorses...what book?

  Gold, silver, copper, plus hard currency such as cloth, these are the currencies that the people trust.

  Issuing silver coins is naturally impossible to issue according to the actual currency value. Add 20% copper to silver coins, and the difference between the 20% copper and silver is the seigniorage.

  The food and drink came, and the three sat down.

   "Brother."

  Li Jingye raised his glass.

   Then he toasted again, "Yan Gong."

  Yan Liben wondered, "The Criminal Department has nothing to do in broad daylight? You Aunt doesn't care about you."

   This is teaching people in the tone of an elder.

  Li Jingye said: "Mr. Yan, why did you come to the brothel when you were in the Yamen?"

  This Tie Hanhan is not stupid, Li Ji has been beaten to death by him, what is Yan Liben?

  Yan Liben coughed dryly, "Where's...Where's Yangliu?"

  The old bustard waited happily on the side, hearing the words said: "Yang Liu went to bed last night when he was writing poems and playing the piano until he was ugly, and he hasn't woken up yet!"

  Yan Liben praised: "It really is Lan Xinhui's quality."

   Jia Pingan thought of two words.

  The bustard said cautiously: "Jia Lang, over there at Yangliu... If there is a poem she wants to come, she will come down too."

  Yan Liben's eyes lit up, "Xiao Jia's five steps into a poem, it's a trivial matter."

   That's a five-step snake!

  Jia Pingan said: "No time."

   After finishing speaking, he continued to talk nonsense with Li Jingye.

  The bustard was startled.

  Yan Liben urged: "Xiao Jia, that's Yangliu. How many people in Chang'an want to see her but can't."

  Jia Pingan shook his head, and said to Li Jingye: "The Ministry of Punishment is such a gangster, I will take you out when I get a chance..."

   "Brother, I'm sorry to trouble you to plan for me." Li Jingye said sincerely: "My little brother wants to work in a state or county."

  Jia Pingan shook his head, "Let's stay in Chang'an!"

  Li Jingye was puzzled, "Why?"

   Jia Ping'an raised his glass, "You can only harm the prostitutes in Pingkangfang in Chang'an, but you will harm the common people when you get down there, and you might even kill yourself."

  This simple-minded man, once pushed by Luo Binwang and others, felt that he was wise and powerful, and had the appearance of a famous minister in the Tang Dynasty, so he raised troops, and ended up harming himself and others.

  Li Jingye: "..."

  Yan Liben said: "Xiao Jia, hurry up and write poetry."

   Jia Pingan shook his head, "I really don't have time."

  Yan Liben wondered, "I keep those poems, why not use them to win the hearts of beauties?"

  Old Yan is actually a star chaser even in his old age.

  Jia Pingan shook his head, "Not interested."

  He likes a lot of songs, but the songs he likes are just songs. It’s like eating an egg. You think the egg is delicious, but you don’t need to go madly in love with the chicken that lays the egg.

  He has been this **** since he was young, a very popular star came to his hometown, a group of people blocked the road, and he drove by on a motorcycle, feeling calm.

   Someone asked him why he didn't pursue stars.

  Jia Ping'an's answer is: "Poor!"

   Chasing stars also costs money and time. He was so tired after working all day that he had no time. Secondly, chasing stars and spending money... Is it not comfortable to wear a new pair of pants with that money?

   When star and reality meet, of course he chooses reality.

   As he gradually matured, his three views were finalized. In his eyes, there is no difference between celebrities and ordinary people, but they are more refined.

  In his previous life, the only thing he wanted to go to was Lao Cui’s rock concert, but that wasn’t chasing stars, he just wanted to experience the taste of rock live.

   "Play music!"

   Jia Ping'an suddenly became interested.

   "Jia Lang wants to compose poetry?"

  The bustard was ecstatic.

  Jia Pingan shook his head, "Sing!"

  The musician came and asked, "Zhao Guogong, what tune card do you want?"

   Jia Ping'an said casually: "Just make the movement bigger."

   Music starts, but unfortunately there is no suona.

   But the movement is big enough.

  In the room, a woman was lying on a big bed.

  The red quilt couldn't hide her exquisite figure, and her white and tender face showed a look of impatience, Yang Liu frowned, "Anyone can see me, so what am I?"

  The maid smiled and said, "Say who it is... Slave, go and have a look."

  The maid rushed out, then came back in a hurry, and said excitedly: "My lady, it is Zhao Guogong who is here."

  Yang Liu's body moved violently, as if trying to sit up, but immediately lay down again.

   "So what if he comes?"

  The maid was surprised, "Lady, Zhao Guogong is the favorite gentleman of Chang'an brothel, not to mention handsome, he is both civil and military, and his poetic talent is unparalleled..."

  The eyelashes trembled, and Yang Liu said reservedly: "That has to be seen, a woman can't agree to something easily, otherwise she will lower her self-worth. Do you understand?"

  The maid nodded, "Understood! But it's Jia Lang!"

   "Jia Lang has to accept this too!" A look of disdain flashed across Yang Liu's face, "All men have the same virtue."

   There was loud music below, and the maid ran out again.

   This time she didn't come back.

  Yang Liu's heart moved, and he quickly put on his clothes and went out.

  She looked down from the second floor.

  Amidst the music, the man put down his wine glass and spoke...

   "I walked by you alone, and I have nothing to say to you."

   "I dare not look up at your, oh, face."

   This is a tune I have never heard before, and the lyrics are so straightforward that it makes people speechless, but coupled with Jia Pingan's deliberately hoarse voice, people can't help but immerse themselves in it.

  The musicians are experienced players, and they adjusted the tune immediately after listening to the previous paragraph.

   "You ask me where I'm going."

   "I pointed in the direction of the sea."

   Jia Pingan sang recklessly.

   "You say I am the strongest in the world, I say you are the kindest..."

   "You want me to stay here."

   "You want me to be like them."

   "I looked at you and said silently, oh, it can't be like this!"

  Yang Liu's heart beat faster, and she felt that the man was glowing.

  The bustard is going crazy.

   Regardless of whether she likes the songs Jia Pingan sings or not, just because of the name of "Jia Pingan's first singing" will drive her crazy!

   "Willow!"

  The bustard looked up and saw her, and screamed, "Aren't you coming down?"

  Yang Liu's heart was beating like thunder. She felt that if she didn't go down, she would miss the best opportunity in her life.

  Jia Ping'an is still singing.

   "I'm going to walk on the old road..."

   Looking up with a glass of wine, Jia Pingan felt that this trip to karaoke was complete.

"Walk!"

  Yang Liu stumbled down and ran down, just in time to see Jia Pingan going out.

   "Jia Lang!"

   Willow stopped.

   Jia Pingan waved at the bustard.

  When the old bustard came over, Jia Pingan took out the silver coin, "Silver coin, seven hundred dollars, what do you think?"

  The bustard took the silver coin and looked at the portrait, frowning slightly, "Who is this person?"

   "Your Majesty."

  The bustard's hands trembled, and Li Jingye made up his sword: "I threw your majesty to the ground...a death penalty!"

  Yan Liben sat there motionless and glanced at Yang Liu.

  The bustard shivered again, "Seven hundred dollars?"

   "A tael of silver is a thousand dollars, which is about the same here."

  The old bustard hesitated for a moment, "Jia Lang, it's not because I'm a slave, I'm afraid that no one will accept these silver coins. If the slave can't get out with it, it's a scam."

  Anything new doesn’t go smoothly when it comes out, especially coins.

   Seeing him frowning, the old bustard lowered his voice when he thought of how much face Jia Pingan had given him today, "Jia Lang, gold and silver are not coins, they are just collected by the rich..."

  Gold and silver are not currency in circulation, this is the most important thing.

  A currency comes out that you can't expect to be used only by the upper class.

   This is an extremely timely suggestion.

   Jia Pingan felt that today's brothel was not in vain, so he smiled and said, "Thank you very much."

  The bustard who was thanked by him lightened her whole body, and said with a coquettish smile, "I want a thank you gift."

   "Say it." Jia Pingan waved at Yan Liben inside, signaling to get out of the way.

  The bustard said: "Let the lady in the building serve Jia Lang once."

   Jia Pingan looked down at her, "It's so beautiful!"

  The old bustard touched the still white and tender face, and said happily: "Is Jia Lang a favorite slave? I will serve Jia Lang with all my strength today."

  Xu Xiaoyu came over and said, "Good idea!"

  The bustard burst out laughing, "I know that Jia Lang doesn't want to hang out in such a place, the best thing is to keep clean."

  I am not a mage...

   Jia Ping'an suddenly thought of the mage.

  Out of the brothel, Yang Liu chased after him.

   Jia Pingan had a lot of things to do, so he frowned and said, "Stop her."

  He got on his horse and went away.

  After returning from Yanshi, the mage seemed much more relaxed, but Jia Pingan was worried that his body would collapse after his long-cherished wish was fulfilled.

  Yang Liu rushed out, but Xu Xiaoyu blocked the door.

  Yang Liu said: "Jia Lang wait a minute."

   Jia Pingan left without looking back.

   "Jia Lang!"

  Yang Liu was extremely disappointed.

  The maid behind her muttered, "Many people want to see the lady but they can't, but Jia Lang left."

  Xu Xiaoyu said: "In the brothel, only women ask to see my husband, but it depends on whether my husband is willing to see her!"

  Yang Liu: "..."

The old bustard sighed: "Isn't that so? Those famous prostitutes are all happy to see Jia Lang, wishing they could drag him to their room. But you are good...Yang Liu! It's right to be reserved, but you have to look at the person. Some people like it." Eat your tricks, but someone is sober! Disdainful."

  Yan Liben who just came out: "..."

  PS: The song is from Cui Jian's "Girl in the Flower House"

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  (end of this chapter)