"Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water, people's homes. The west wind winds and the thin horses on the ancient road. The sun sets in the west, and the heartbroken people are at the end of the world."

Song Qingshu was walking on the street and heard the Jingchu melody coming from across the double building. What he was singing was the famous poem of later generations - "Tian Jing Sha·Autumn Thoughts".

This is the south city of Junzhou City. With the tall tower as the center, the houses on both sides are lined with teahouses, wine shops, foot shops, butcher shops, temples, public houses, and houses lined up in rows. There are silks, silks, and satins in the shops.

It specializes in jewelry, spices, incense, paper and horses, etc. In addition, it also has medical clinics, car repairs, fortune telling, face shaping and plastic surgery, and all kinds of businesses.

Large shops also have "cailouhuanmen" in front of their doors and hang market promotion flags to attract business.

Pedestrians in the market are crowded in an endless stream. There are merchants doing business, gentry looking at the street scene, officials riding horses, hawkers, family members riding in sedans, traveling monks carrying baskets on their backs, and foreign tourists asking for directions.

, there are children in the streets who listen to books, and there are disabled old people begging on the edge of the city...

Seeing this scene, Song Qingshu wanted to sigh: "The carved buildings and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed."

The buildings here still maintain their appearance under the rule of the Southern Song Dynasty a hundred years ago, but the people living in the towers have become aliens.

Under this false prosperity, the Han people shed endless blood and tears.

In his previous life, he had longed for the ancient life. Being able to be in it today was naturally a dream. He was so excited that everything he saw was new. But after all, this freshness contained a hint of complicated emotions.

Following the song, I came to a restaurant, where the waiter greeted me warmly.

Song Qingshu didn't wear a sword today, but he was dressed in extraordinary clothes. He looked like a rich man.

The restaurant has four floors and can be considered a high-rise building. The theater troupe's stage is set up under the patio on the first floor, and several tables around it are filled with spectators. Judging from their clothes, they are really from all walks of life.

This restaurant is not a high-end place, and everyone is welcome. Even if you just come in to drink some tea and listen to music, you can still make some money.

After all, it’s hard to make money these days.

The popularity of banquets in the Yuan Dynasty also led to the private catering industry. There are several restaurants, teahouses, and restaurants on one street in Nanshi. It can be said that the competition is fierce.

Song Qingshu looked at the small wooden sign in front of the cabinet. The names of the dishes written on it were mostly river delicacies and rarely pigs and sheep. Of course, there was no need to think about cows and horses. It was illegal at that time.

He casually ordered a few of the signature steamed fish, triple steamed pork, braised wild duck, and ordered a jar of wine. Then he chose a table and sat down, quietly watching the music on the stage.

The waiter quickly served the dishes, and with his sharp eyesight as a waiter for many years, he could still tell that this young master was extraordinary.

Song Qingshu threw a silver nugget to him, and just after he calculated it, the price was not expensive. Of course, this was for his wealth. Ordinary people coming here to spend a meal would probably have to spend seven days.

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These dishes are full of color, flavor and taste. After using the chopsticks a few times, they are really fresh and mellow. Fill a cup full and hold the blue and white porcelain small wine glass in your hand to savor it.

This rice wine has a low alcohol content and is slightly sweet, but it tastes clear and delicious.

"The beauty committed suicide on the bank of the Wujiang River, the war burned Chibi Mountain, and the general was empty at Yumen Pass. The Qin and Han Dynasties were sad, and the people were in ruins, and the scholar let out a long sigh."

This female actress was singing a song by Zhang Kejiu, with a sad and melancholy tone, as if she was referring to something.

"It is better to chase the poor bandits with bravery, and not to be a famous academic overlord. Tsk tsk..."

Although the wine was not intoxicating, it made her mood rise, and the famous lines she had memorized in her previous life blurted out unconsciously. Song Qingshu was admiring her graceful figure when someone suddenly blocked his view.

Looking up, an old man with a goatee and dressed as a scholar was looking at him with a smile.

Song Qingshu's heart trembled. Could it be that he had met the legendary kind of intellectual man who seemed easy to make friends on the surface, but actually just wanted to eat and drink?

"Uh...what do you want, old gentleman?"

The old man didn't say anything and just looked at him condescendingly. Song Qingshu had to take a preemptive strike.

"What a master of Mo Kegu's famous school! May I ask my little brother's name and who is your father?"

As soon as he came to check his household registration, Song Qingshu almost got angry and punched him. But thinking about it carefully, this guy was probably attracted by his talents that he had just accidentally revealed.

"My name is Song Zhong, a bell-giver."

Song Zhong? I wonder when such a young talent appeared in this land of Jingchu! But I don’t know where the Song family is nearby. If he is not a child of aristocratic family, he must be a genius.

As the saying goes, Tang poetry, Song lyrics, and Yuan music. When literature developed to the Yuan Dynasty, music became the main theme. At this time, it was really difficult for literati's poetry to reach the level of elegance.

Listening to what Song Qingshu just said, although it is plain and simple, but thinking about it carefully, it feels simple and rich in philosophy. The old man was just thinking about this when he was stunned.

"I wonder if I can sit down and make friends with my little friend." This old man is quite cheeky.

Song Qingshu's mouth twitched. If it was a plot about a beauty admiring a talented man, he would accept it with all his heart. Why are you, an old man with white hair and yellow teeth, joining in the fun?

But he couldn't refuse the enthusiasm, so he could only pretend to be generous and waved, and asked the waiter to bring him a pair of bowls and chopsticks.

After getting the tool, the old man said, "I'm sorry," and began to feast. He looked like a beggar who hadn't eaten for several days.

But Song Qingshu found it very strange that he was dressed simply but didn't look like a beggar.

"Ahem... To be honest, little friend, I have been craving for these dishes from Sihailou for a long time, but I have never had the money to try them. Today I have benefited from my little friend, so I want to say thank you.

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Sure enough, he was just here to make money! Song Qingshu once again underestimated the shame of the ancients, and also gained a deeper understanding of the "evil" of the world.

The old man had eaten and drank enough, straightened his goatee, and asked Song Qingshu, "I heard the poem you just wrote, and it seems that I don't recognize the Overlord of Western Chu. I don't know who the hero in my heart is."

Song Qingshu glanced at him without curiosity, thinking that you really explained the saying that you should only engage in culture when you are full.

"I cherish the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty, who are slightly less talented in literature; the Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less charming. A generation of genius——"

Song Qingshu paused, but then thought that there was no literary prison at this time, and said calmly, "Genghis Khan only knows how to bend a bow and shoot at eagles!"

"What a courage!" The old man clapped his hands, and he seemed to be a guy who was not afraid of death.

"It's all gone! Let's count the famous people and look at the present day!"

Song Qingshu shamelessly copied the text once, but if he didn't copy it, he always felt that he was sorry for this time travel.

"What a heroic boy!" The old man clapped his hands and sighed, "What a pity... If you had been born a hundred years earlier, there might be a way out... Now!"

He pointed at a down-and-out scholar next to the stands and said, "That man sold a Sanqu in my study a few days ago, and it was all a gorgeous work. There are few people with your level of courage in today's literary world!"

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Song Qingshu knew it. He had visited a bookstore before. Most of the books sold there were opera books and novels.

Among them, the popular historical romance novels such as "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "The Story of Three Sui Ping Yao" are mainly written. Operas mostly write about trivial matters such as policemen, robbers, thieves, unjust cases, elopements, etc.

Although I have heard about martial arts novels, I dare not openly sell them because they are banned books.

As for his colorful poems about flowers and willows, Song Qingshu was a little surprised that he was the originator of later generations of erotic novels.

The literati under the rule of the Yuan Dynasty were really a very pitiful group. This was the darkest period in the history of the literati. Among the three religions and nine streams, the literati were ranked at the bottom, even lower than the prostitutes. This is how the so-called "stinky old nine" came to be.

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Most people in the Yuan Dynasty did not have a high level of education, so they did not have much control over writing. The literati were not used in the court, and most of them went into the market to make a living. For example, writing letters for others and selling calligraphy.

According to Song Qingshu's observation, the sales volume of those works with colorful flowers and willows are quite high. I am afraid that those authors also have to cater to everyone's taste just for the sake of "satisfying the taste".

"It's quite miserable!" Song Qingshu took a sip of wine and sighed, "But in this world, if we divide it for a long time, it will unite and unite for a long time. Who can say for sure..."

Relying on his alcoholism, he spoke more casually.

But the old man's expression changed and he said: "What you said makes sense, I'm going to put it to use..."

Song Qingshu only thought that he was going to copy it, and he thought that if you want to copy it, you can copy it, since he is not original anyway.

The two of them were drinking and chatting freely.

After all, Song Qingshu's fourteen-year-old skin had the soul of a future uncle, Ben San. After drinking some wine, he also threw away his angry youth energy.
Chapter completed!