Zhang Yu drinks flower wine, which is quite different from what Su Wen thinks of flower wine.
Today, Zhang? Even if he goes to Cuiyun Tower to have a drink, he has changed his mind. He really just drinks a little drink and does not have the bad habit of sleeping in flowers and willows.
The reason for this is also very simple. The psychological shadow that Hu Xiaoqian brought to him was really too great, and he restrained himself a lot after that. If he didn't want to maintain his bohemian and free-spirited persona, he would never even set foot in Yanjieliuxiang again.
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"This kind of wine can only be drunk from a luminous cup. We only have white jade cups here, which is a pity!"
Zhang Jingmei threw two ice cubes into the wine, shaking the jade cup and making a jingling sound.
Su Wen picked up a glass of wine, took a sip, and was delighted. Isn't this just red wine?
He had no knowledge of alcohol, so he naturally couldn't tell the difference between good and bad. He took a small sip and then drank it.
"This is a bottle of grape wine worth more than 600 taels of silver that was made in the eighth year of Kunyuan?"
When Sun Yehou heard Zhang?'s words, he exclaimed. He carefully picked up the wine glass and took a sip. After tasting it carefully, he looked disappointed: "This taste... is very ordinary!"
"More than six hundred taels?!"
When Su Wen heard that the grape wine on the table was so expensive, he couldn't help but screamed.
If we exclude the income brought by "Qingshan Daily", Su Wen's monthly income from the internal factory, plus various welfare subsidies, is only about thirty taels.
Good guy, one bottle of grape wine is enough to cover his income for twenty months!
And his income was not low in the Liang Dynasty.
But compared with these rich and powerful people, it is nothing at all.
"What do you know!"
Zhang? He rolled his eyes at Sun Yehou and said: "A bottle of ordinary wine can be sold for six hundred taels of silver. It must not be sold for its taste! What is sold is its scarcity, okay?"
Sun Yehou was immediately speechless.
He knew that in the eighth year of Kunyuan, the Rouran Hu people and the Uighur Hu people suddenly joined forces to attack many small countries in the Western Regions. Their troops even penetrated into the Longxi region of the Liang Dynasty.
In that battle, of the thirty-six kingdoms in the Western Regions, only six small kingdoms remained. If it had not been for the large army guarding Longxi in the Liang Dynasty and the Western Regions Protectorate to attack separately, severely damaging the Uighurs and the Rouran people, these six small kingdoms would have been completely annexed.
The thirty-six countries in the Western Regions, which are rich in grape wine, suffered from this war. In the eighth year of Kunyuan, the output dropped sharply, less than one percent of previous years, and the level was also not as good as before.
However, in the next year, the small countries that survived in the Western Regions and were lucky enough to regain their country paid tribute in large quantities, using the grape wine produced in the eighth year of the Yuan Dynasty as a thank you gift to express their gratitude to the Liang Dynasty for their life-saving grace.
His Majesty the Emperor used these drinks to reward meritorious soldiers and outstanding ministers in the court.
Therefore, the grape wine produced in the eighth year of Kunyuan has a special significance.
The taste is no longer enough to measure its value.
Several decades have passed since the eighth year of Kunyuan. The grape wine of that year is almost impossible to see on the market. The price of grape wine at that time was six cents of silver per bottle, and it was very reasonable to sell it for six hundred and sixty taels. And this was just
The fake market price, if you can buy the real thing at this price, you must be very lucky.
"I can't believe there is such an allusion."
Su Wen sighed, picked up the wine glass, and drank all the grape wine in the glass - it would be a waste not to drink it. This sip would cost him a month's salary!
"The guests tonight are not three thousand, but two thousand, right? This Wanyun Tower is really a big deal!"
Su Wen looked at the painted boats in the lake and did a rough calculation. There were at least a thousand boats. Even if there were only three guests in a painted boat, there were still 3,000 people. Not counting other expenses, each boat would carry a bottle of Kunyuan for eight years.
The grape wine costs six to seven hundred thousand taels of silver.
In fact, Su Wen clearly saw that in addition to grape wine, there were also various wines on the wine racks beside him, as well as a variety of snacks and meals, all of which were delicious, delicious and valuable.
Such a feast would cost at least three to four million taels of silver!
You know, the Liang Dynasty and the Rouran people are currently confronting each other in northern Xinjiang. The monthly expenses for hundreds of thousands of troops in the border areas are about five million taels!
Su Wenwen felt that the protracted confrontation in northern Xinjiang might bring a heavy financial burden to the Liang court.
But after seeing the expenses of Wanyun Building, I felt a lot more at ease.
If the government's finances are exhausted, it can still capture these wealthy people who spend a lot of money and kill two at will, and the treasury will be guaranteed to be full.
"Wanyun Tower is not just a brothel. They are supported by several extraordinary forces behind them. They have always been impartial in the Three Kingdoms and adhere to neutrality. They have gained many benefits from it and have abundant resources. The flag pavilion painting is held every five years.
This is the time when Wanyun Tower is showing off their strength, and a few million dollars is really nothing." Zhang? responded.
Su Wen nodded and spent millions of taels of silver to firmly hold the leading rights in hosting and leading the literary events of the three dynasties. Wanyun Tower still made a fortune.
Although the maid on the side was hiding her face well, her expression was still weird.
Others come to participate in the "Flag Pavilion Painting Wall" because they are attracted by the talents of the courtesans and poets on the stage. However, these guests focus on the price of drinks. They really chew peonies and buy coffins.
Zhu, incomprehensible to the customs, greatly ruined the scenery, and even felt a bit of contempt in his heart.
But after all, the maids knew that those who could come to the banquet were not ordinary people, and they were by no means someone they could despise. They quickly calmed down and continued to explain the process of "painting the walls of the flag pavilion" to Su Wen and others.
Every time the flag pavilion is painted, famous oirans from the three countries will be gathered, three to six from each country, and within this range, there can be more or less.
But without exception, they are all oirans from various countries who have become famous in recent years. Almost no oiran can participate in it twice in a row. After all, oirans are all young people. If they can participate once, they have become famous. When they return to their own country and place, they will be famous.
Enough to support them for the rest of their lives.
The process of painting the walls of the flag pavilion begins with oirans from various countries competing in their talents, mostly in the form of singing and dancing.
In this process, most of them will use famous poems that are popular in the literary world of their country, adapt them for performances, and use famous poems to attract literary style, increase their charm, and win the appreciation of the audience.
And the audience will not be idle either.
Most of the participants are elites in the literary world. They will compose poems for their favorite oiran on the spot. The poems will appear on the painted walls on the high platform. The more poems and essays the person gets, the higher the quality, and the more popular they will be.
Enter the next round of talent competition. The last two in each round of talent competition will be eliminated and will not advance to the next round. The top three will enter the finals.
What surprised Su Wen was that under such rules, there was also a rich list.
If the spectators feel that a certain courtesan is deeply attracted to them, they can buy gold flowers for them to buy their spirituality and increase their culture.
A golden flower is equivalent to one tael of gold, and the literary spirit it can buy is, at most, equivalent to a rough poem that barely touches the literary spirit.
But if the local tycoon has money, if there is a big brother on the list who can make thousands of gold flowers at once, it will be equivalent to thousands of poems that can promote literary style. The accumulation of small things makes a big difference, which is the key data that can affect the promotion of the courtesan to the next round.
"Really good at playing..."
Listening to the noisy sound, Su Wen couldn't help but admire in his heart.
He heard arrogant words like "eight hundred, one thousand, three thousand, five thousand..." from the voices coming from the boats.
Thousands of golden flowers were bought in a steady stream and turned into a cultural atmosphere, lingering on the heads of their favorite oirans.
"With this amount of income alone, Wanyun Tower can make back its investment."
Sun Yehou did some mental calculations and came to such a result.
The gold flowers rewarded by high-rollers will eventually be converted into gold and silver and divided with the oiran who received the reward.
Moreover, Wanyun Tower's division of accounts is quite fair, 40-60, and Wanyun Tower only accounts for 40%. The only drawback is that Wanyun Tower has to deduct the costs before sharing the accounts with the oiran. As for the cost of a golden flower, it all depends on
Wanyunlou's conscience can be said as much as it wants.
Despite this, many oirans no longer have to worry about lack of money throughout their lives after experiencing the feast of the Flag Pavilion Painting Walls.
"good!"
While the three people were sighing with emotion, bursts of applause sounded from the boat.
It turned out that Ji Hongchen, the oiran from Jingchu, performed an extremely high piano performance, which caused the literary spirit to drop.
The music score that Ji Hongchen played was a new piece composed by Xu Xuanbao, a great poet from Jingchu, so everyone applauded like thunder.
However, from the cheering voice, Su Wen still recognized the accent of a scholar from Jingchu.
Although the guests on the Liang Dynasty side thought Ji Hongchen's performance was good, they were not from their own side after all, so the applause was naturally smaller.
And where Beiyan's literary talents gathered, some people even booed.
"It's the tone of love between children and miserable rain. That's all Xu Xuanbao has!" Someone else loudly mocked the boat in the direction of Jingchu.
"Xu's best is to write down the grievances and thoughts of friends. Why not? If you think you can do it, come up with a song! I'll give you the pen! You bastard!"
Not to be outdone, the party being booed casually slapped it, stirring up a splash of water in the lake and rolling it towards the opponent. At the same time, a thick wolf was thrown at him: "If you can't write it, just throw this purple and gold wolf."
Go ahead and eat it!"
"Just write, and wait for my master's masterpiece to be painted on the wall! Ignorant Nanman, let your knife pull your butt, open your eyes! See the literary talent of our famous people from the Yan Kingdom!"
There were quite a few disputes on the boat. Su Wen's attention was attracted by the vindictive talents of Beiyan and Jingchu nearby. He thought to himself, isn't this more interesting than the playing and singing on the stage?
I watched it with gusto for a while, looking forward to the quarrel between the two sides continuing.
But after a while, another oiran from the Yan Kingdom was replaced on the high platform. This oiran performed a sword dance accompanied by a poem by Lu Chen, a poet from the Yan Kingdom.
"Master Su, I have a guest to see you."
At this time, a boatman from the stern of the boat came over and whispered. The boatman was the person in the painting, with a dull expression, but when talking to Su Wen, his articulation was extremely clear.
"who?"
Su Wen was a little surprised and frowned.
You know, he is just a guest who comes to have a meal with Zhang? If someone comes to visit, it should be Zhang?, not him.