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   Chapter 16 016 [Jingkou Station]

   Zhenjiang, Jingkou station.

  Both belong to the waterway post station, Yangqing post station has lost the finance of Jinghai County, but Jingkou post station is making money every day.

  The post house built on the bank can be called a garden-style hotel. There are even three theaters, and the theater troupe is often invited to sing. Where is this station, it is clearly a large-scale comprehensive entertainment venue!

  Not only on the shore, but also in the water. Passenger ships at the mouth of the canal also belong to the post industry.

  Business travelers do not need to go ashore, they can directly live in large passenger ships. Boarding, lodging and entertainment are all available on the passenger ship. You can even attract famous prostitutes. You can enjoy the prosperity of Zhenjiang without leaving the boat.

  How big is Jingkou Station?

A total of more than 100 post houses, more than 30 boats, more than 70 horses, 3 pavilions, 3 rolling sheds, 3 stages, 26 stables, 1 Taoist temple (Horse King Hall), post soldiers, grooms, There are more than 500 sailors, housekeepers, cookers and bearers. It is also equipped with sedan chair room, dining room, veterinary room, prison room, forage room, Xiao Wangtang and so on. There is also a branch in Guazhou, with many water houses and stables.

  The magistrate of Jingkou Station would not be suitable for another magistrate!

  The merchant ship Zhao Han and the others took did not leave when they arrived in Zhenjiang, but stopped to unload goods and do business.

  Fei Yinghuan spends so much, he doesn't bother to go ashore to find a cheap inn, so he directly lives in a luxury passenger ship belonging to the post, waiting to transfer to a boat to Jiujiang.

  According to this method of spending money, the money borrowed from Wang Yongshi is probably gone before returning to Qianshan Mountain.

   Rooms.

  Fei Yinghuan savored a piece of Qigong style, and said to Zhao Han: "Write another song "Will Enter the Wine"."

  Zhao Han immediately opened the "Anthology of Tang Poems", and began to copy poems seriously, and familiarized himself with the corresponding traditional characters by the way.

  Actually, Zhao Han's calligraphy is not bad, and he also worked hard in the training class in elementary school. He was belittled by Fei Yinghuan before. It was purely a problem with the strokes of the Qigong style. The shape and structure of the characters are relatively strong.

  While Zhao Han was waving his brush, Fei Yinghuan appraised the calligraphy in his hand and said: "The shape of this 'Zen' should be born out of Monk Zhiyong, but it has been slightly changed, and the structure is solid and superior..."

   This guy is breaking down characters, familiar with the font structure of Qigong style, and let Zhao Han keep writing new characters every day.

  Qi Gong body looks a bit ugly at first glance, but Fei Yinghuan never figured out why it looks beautiful after two more glances, because he doesn't know what the golden ratio is.

  Analyzed from a scientific point of view, Qigong style is to sacrifice strokes so that the font structure is presented in a golden ratio.

   After finishing writing the song "Will Enter the Wine", Zhao Han asked, "Master, do you want to write more?"

   "No, we will continue tomorrow." Fei Yinghuan stared at the writing in his hand, not bothering to raise his head.

  Zhao Han rubbed his sore wrists, went to open the window to blow the wind from the river.

  On the shore, there are business and travel, prosperous and prosperous. How can there be any sign of the end of the world?

  Shandong and North Zhili are two worlds, and Jiangnan and Shandong are two worlds. Even the spirit of beggars is different.

   Jiangnan is rich and prosperous!

  On the post station stage, a scholar is giving a lecture, and the audience is full of audiences of different classes.

  The content of the scholars' lectures could not be heard, but the applause from the audience came from time to time, and the crazy appearance was like a star giving a concert.

  Zhao Han couldn't help asking: "My lord, all the guests on the boat said that Mr. Ji Shan is very famous, why don't you get off the boat and listen to his lectures?"

Fei Yinghuan sneered and ridiculed: "I have seen Liu Zongzhou, a native of Shanyin, Zhejiang, who was deeply influenced by Wang Xue, but he criticized Mr. Yangming instead. Not only did he criticize Mr. Yangming, he also criticized Zhu Zi and Lu Xiangshan. Crazy life One, forgetting one's ancestors after countless classics, the false name is quite big."

   "I see." Zhao Han said no more.

  Actually, Zhao Han wanted to get off the boat to have a look, after all, this was the first historical celebrity he met.

  Liu Zongzhou, Mr. Jishan, a member of the Donglin Party, refused the offer from Manqing Baylor, fasted for 23 days and died.

  Fei Yinghuan, Mr. Fei, obviously misunderstood Liu Zongzhou deeply.

  Liu Zongzhou was too arrogant when he was young, and he really caught Zhu Xi, Lu Jiuyuan, and Wang Yangming talking about it. But now that he has been dismissed from office and practiced quietly for many years, his academic thinking has ushered in a huge change, and he has become a loyal believer of Wang Yangming.

  Chongzhen succeeded to the throne, Liu Zongzhou was selected as Shuntian Governor, and was invited to give lectures all the way north.

  Zhao Han leaned over the window and looked at it for a while, then asked curiously, "My lord, what do you think of the Donglin party members?"

  Fei Yinghuan laughed and said, "Donglin Academy has been burned, how can there be any real Donglin Party? They are all clinging followers. But you have heard of Donglin Party at a young age?"

  Zhao Han can only talk nonsense: "My father admired the Donglin Party quite a lot during his lifetime."

Fei Yinghuan explained: "When Wei Zhongxian was in power, there were people who opposed Wei, regardless of their origin, and they were all labeled as the Donglin Party. After Wei Zhongxian fell, everyone fought to be the Donglin Party, otherwise they would be denounced as eunuchs. It's either one or the other, it's for the party. I went to Beijing for the exam at the beginning of the year and lived in an elder's house. I heard from him that the court is very lively every day."

   Well, the Donglin Party belongs to the political side, this statement is beyond Zhao Han's expectation.

  Fei Yinghuan continued to study calligraphy, and Zhao Han returned to his cabin.

   Four masters and servants live in the same suite.

  Fei Yinghuan lives alone in the inner cabin, while Zhao Han, Zhao Zhenfang, and Wei Jianxiong share the cabin, and he can order them to do things whenever necessary.

   "Second brother, look quickly, look quickly!" Zhao Zhenfang ran happily holding a toy.

  Zhao Han hugged the little girl with a smile, and asked, "What is this?"

  Zhao Zhenfang said as if presenting a treasure: "This is a puppet given by Uncle Wei. The neck, hands and feet can move."

   Zhao Han begged to play with it for a while, pretending to be surprised: "It can really move, what a delicate puppet!"

  Zhao Zhenfang grinned more happily, revealing the big gap where her teeth were changing, and the little girl became more and more cheerful.

   After coaxing the little girl for a while, Zhao Han said gratefully: "Thank you Uncle Wei..."

   "No, I got off the ship to do some business, I just bought it," Wei Jianxiong lay on the floor, his legs crossed leisurely, with a grass in his mouth, "Go and pack your luggage, the boat has been found, and we will leave for Jiujiang tomorrow."

  Zhao Han hurried to pack his things, and he did all the chores along the way, Wei Jianxiong was so leisurely that he became half a young master.

  After finishing the work, Wei Jianxiong asked again: "Have you practiced spear today?"

  Zhao Han said: "It's not too late yet."

  Wei Jianxiong urged: "Assassinate a thousand times a day, not less than once."

  Zhao Han had no choice but to take out his spear and practice stabbing in the cabin. The moves were the same, boring and boring.

  Finally finished practicing, Wei Jianxiong began to order again: "Go and call for wine and food."

   Zhao Han picked up the bench and left the cabin. There was a bell at the door, and he needed a bench to touch it.

"Jingle Bell!"

  The crisp bell rang, and soon a guy came over to provide room service.

  Zhao Han said: "Please send me some food."

  Wei Jianxiong lay in it and shouted: "A Jinling roast duck, a plate of stewed dried beans, two catties of beef with sauce, a steamed mandarin fish, a steamer of white rice, and a pot of Shaoxing Huadiao."

  The man said: "Guest officer, the sauced beef is sold out, I'm afraid it won't be until tomorrow."

   Don’t talk about imperial bans, beef is also sold, monkey brains are available, and even shark fins can be ordered, as long as you can afford it.

  Wei Jianxiong said: "Then replace it with mutton."

   "Alright, wait a moment, gentlemen!" The man trotted away.

  About two quarters of an hour later, the waiter came over with food and wine, and brought them to the big house for Fei Yinghuan to enjoy.

  Fei Yinghuan didn't have a big appetite, so he only ate some roast duck and half a mandarin fish, leaving the rest to the three servants.

  Wei Jianxiong ate a few mouthfuls, then suddenly got up and walked into the back room, reaching out to grab the jug on the table.

  Fei Yinghuan reminded: "I still want to drink."

  Wei Jianxiong said with a smile: "Master, the wine is not hot anymore, and the cold wine hurts the stomach. The old lady asked me to take care of you all the way."

   "Nonsense, where is the wine not hot? Put it down quickly!" Fei Yinghuan was a little angry.

   "It's still hot? Then I'll try it." Wei Jianxiong took a sip from the spout and said in surprise, "It's strange, it's really not cold, and I'll give it back to you, sir."

  Fei Yinghuan looked at the saliva on the spout, and suddenly black lines appeared on his hair, and he yelled, "God **** Diao Nu, get out of here with the wine!"

  Wei Jianxiong cupped his hands and bowed: "Thank you for the wine, sir."

  Walking back to the hut, Wei Jianxiong stared at the empty plate and asked, "Where's the Jinling Roast Duck?"

  Zhao Zhenfang was sucking her finger, her mouth was full of oil, and her face was innocent.

   "After eating, there is only half a duck head left. Uncle Wei, do you want to eat it?" Zhao Han handed over the duck head in his mouth.

  Wei Jianxiong sighed wistfully: "You two really can eat, such a big duck will be eaten up in a blink of an eye."

  Zhao Zhenfang covered her mouth and smirked, and took out a plate containing dried tofu: "Uncle Wei, I'm just kidding, the duck leg and breast meat haven't even moved."

   "It's kind of a conscience." Wei Jianxiong curled his lips.

   Became Fei's domestic slave, among other things, the food and drink were very rich along the way.

  Fei Yinghuan was used to extravagance, so Wei Jianxiong let him order whatever he wanted. He himself only ate a little, and the rest went into the bellies of Zhao Han, Zhao Zhenfang, and Wei Jianxiong.

  When they arrived in Jiujiang to change boats, the siblings immediately gained weight, and they were no longer as thin as before.

   At the same time, Zhao Han finally understood why Wei Jianxiong was so big and round. This guy is a complete cook!

  However, the relationship between Fei Yinghuan and Wei Jianxiong made Zhao Han a little confused.

   It is not like a master and servant at all, but more like sworn brothers.

   (Ask for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets.)

  (end of this chapter)