Song Huiyue ate, drank and slept at home. The next morning she ate a solid steamed bun with pork and green onions and drank a bowl of tofu nao to relieve her tiredness. Then she took Yinxiao and went out to buy some food.
Things to hang for the Chinese New Year.
This matter was also Song Qinghui's favorite in previous years.
Caomen Street is crowded with people. Buyers and sellers are like dough, which can be stretched and retracted in the gaps. Willow vendors carry baskets of willow branches on their backs and scratch the clothes of young ladies.
There was a lot of complaints.
Song Huiyue bought two bundles of willow branches and looked at the peach wood board. On the board were engraved the four characters "Shun Tian Xing Hua".
The stall owner claimed that the calligraphy was the calligraphy of Prime Minister Zhang, who was specially asked to put it in the Jade Hall of Yanfu Palace. A servant secretly took it out and sold it to a bookstore. Later, more and more copies were printed, and now in Kyoto
Almost all the peach boards have Mr. Zhang’s calligraphy on them.
Song Huiyue took a closer look and saw that these four characters had a penetrating character, strong penmanship, and a beauty of sparseness and clarity that ordinary people could not write.
She bought a piece and walked to the street. Seeing that there was no one at the book stall, she walked over and asked him to copy these four words.
Qing Jiuyang looked at these four characters for a long time, and finally said: "Madam, do you want to imitate Prime Minister Zhang's calligraphy?"
Song Huiyue said: "You don't have to practice it, I just want to know it by familiarity or by rottenness, and keep it in mind. Don't forget his handwriting after seeing it."
"Why don't I break these four characters apart, horizontally for horizontal and vertical for vertical. Madam, take them back and study them. After you become familiar with them, you can naturally form other characters."
"good."
Qing Jiuyang accepted the peach board and said: "There are many people and complicated things. I will handle it after I return to the palace. Once it is done, I will ask Xiao Du to run over and deliver it to you."
Song Huiyue nodded and was about to leave when two litigants came over aggressively. One was tall and the other was short. They were wrestling with each other as they walked. The two of them were about to become a tangle of marijuana flowers and they were inseparable.
Seeing the litigants, the busybodies didn't even buy anything, but came over with large and small bags to watch the fun.
When asked why, it's quite funny.
It turns out that Xie Zhou's article today has been published in the "Qi Zui Ba Ton Bao". Everyone knows that although this newspaper likes to talk nonsense, it is often not groundless things. There are always traces to be found. This Mr. Ge
As soon as it appeared, everyone was disgusted and wanted to know who this unlucky guy was.
In addition, the government opened the counter shop at the end of the year and could close it at will. Some people took off their pants as a bet, and those who lost took off their pants in public to prove that they were not Mr. Ge.
The reason why these two people got into a lawsuit was because the tall gambler had to take off his pants after winning. The loser had no experience in taking off his pants in public, so he was coy and unwilling to take action.
The tall man stepped forward to help - holding a stool and threatening the loser to take it off.
After going back and forth, a fight broke out for some reason. The short man was unlucky. He bought a bundle of willows and was accidentally injured by others, causing his pants to be pulled down.
When everyone saw it, he was indeed a man with eggs, but the eggs were too small.
The short man also grew up under the careful care of his mother. He has always been very decent. He never thought that he would encounter such an embarrassing scene. He was so ashamed and angry that he just wished that his mother was not around and could not hide under her wings.
Hearing everyone's laughter again, he thought that he would never be able to see anyone again, especially his wife. If he got this opportunity, he would definitely run away, so he would die together with the instigator.
The tall man was unwilling to accompany the little chicken to death, and he was attacked by the little chicken with filthy words. Seeing that things were getting worse, he had no choice but to come here and ask Qing Jiuyang to mediate.
Qing Jiuyang sighed silently and secretly cursed Xie Zhou.
A piece of bad tabloid has caused countless troubles and caused chaos in Kyoto. He is truly a black sheep and a troublemaker.
Song Huiyue was a young lady, and it was not convenient for her to listen to words like birds and eggs here, so she and Yinxiao went to the tea house, and bought two sets of newly oiled peach charms on the way.
The teahouse is bustling with activity, and the first floor is already dominated by tabloids. With a cup of tea and a tabloid in hand, all the gentlemen can point out the world and see through the world.
One person was holding tea in one hand and reading a newspaper in the other, and said twice: "Wang Kuang actually hanged himself in prison. That's right. It's such a big deal in the metallurgical field. Maybe he'll be cut into pieces, but it's better to be hanged."
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Another person said: "It seems that the prefect is also dead. Zezhou is a terrible place. There is also a handsome man in Zezhou. I heard that he is a money-hungry guy. There were major cases in Kyoto back then, and he continued to do so later."
Be an official."
"This is to kill King Jin. These people are just scapegoats."
"Kill the King of Jin? What does the King of Jin have to kill? He is alone, how can he say a word in the court?"
People in Kyoto love to criticize the government most. They seem to have been under the beds of major officials all year round and know all kinds of secrets.
And each one of them is very talented. Not only can he judge the situation of the court, but he can also make decisions in the court and make suggestions for Prime Minister Zhang.
However, all of them have failed to show their talents and have not been able to show their faces in front of Prime Minister Zhang so far.
Song Huiyue didn't dare to brag like this. Seeing three peasant women from Zezhou serving tea, pouring water and wiping the table, she walked up to the second floor with ease.
It was still early, and the second floor had not yet become lively. The prostitutes were still sleeping soundly, the lamp oil was burned out, and the chairs were overturned and lying on the table. It was the end of the bustling scene.
Beyond the second floor is the ladder that leads straight into the gambling room. Near the corner of the ladder is the Jichu Pavilion where she often sits and eats and drinks.
She stood at the door and heard Tie Zhenshan in the room reminiscing about the past with someone in a rough voice.
"Damn it, Kyoto is still the best. Otherwise, we will rob Huang Gang and sleep with the queen no matter what. No matter how lawless we are in the mountains and valleys, we will not have the pleasure we enjoy here!"
Tie Zhenshan's old friend spoke in a gentle tone: "I think you want to sleep with Prince Jin. You are so cowardly."
"You're not a pervert, the person who prostituted you for free last night was a dog."
"I'm not a prostitute, I just took off my clothes and showed my lady the embroidery on my body. It's not a bad thing if I don't take her money to see the embroidery."
"Fuck your motherfucker!"
"Amitabha, the vulgar words are unacceptable to the ears. The Buddha's power is boundless, and he will soon give you sores on your tongues."
"Bald donkey, don't scare me. Buddha doesn't even care about the life and death of people in the world, so why the hell does he care what we say?"
"There is some truth to what Mr. Tie said."
While Song Huiyue was listening to the witty words inside, Liu Qin came over gently and whispered: "Madam, sit here."
"Are you a friend of Iron Lady?" Song Huiyue followed.
"Yes, they are all here to celebrate the New Year in Kyoto," Liu Qin said as she walked. "One is named Tong Peng, one is named Baiyu, and the other is Toutuo. He wears a dung-sweeping garment and is called Tianxin. He is not taboo on food and wine."
The two of them had walked a few steps when someone suddenly came up from downstairs.
The person who came was a sneaky man, wearing a curtain hat and a soap-colored cloak. He was dressed like a thief in broad daylight, tiptoeing, hiding his head and tail.