Wang Zi'an opened the door, and the orange candlelight instantly shone on the visitor, drawing a long figure on the ground.
She is fair and plump, with a naturally festive look on her face.
"Steward Changsun" was wearing a black cloak and stood quietly in the courtyard that had turned completely white.
Your appearance is really not suitable for this outfit. Even if I give you an embroidered spring knife, you can't act as cool as the boss of Dongchang.
Wang Zi'an complained in his heart and turned sideways to open the door.
"Thank you for your hard work, come in and have a glass of water and wine to warm yourself up——"
"Changsun Guanshi" smiled and cupped his hands.
"Thank you for your kindness, sir. I won't go in. Our boss is still waiting for a reply."
Which boss is yours?
Wang Zi'an pretended not to understand what he said, with a regretful expression on his face.
"In this case, I won't force you to stay. I'll tell your boss that the plan can begin..."
Steward Changsun slightly cupped his hands, turned around and disappeared into the dark night.
Wang Zi'an couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.
This fat white man who looks harmless to humans and animals is actually pretty good. With his performance today, Cheng Chumo and Li Siwen may not be his opponents.
What a talent.
The wind was getting stronger, the snow was getting heavier, and as far as the eye could see, there was already a world of broken jade.
Hey, this kind of world is really not suitable for doing this. I still like to take the little girl to walk in the snow to find plum blossoms and have sex in this kind of weather.
Wang Zi'an turned around, closed the door, and took a shower. On this day, under these conditions, he would freeze to death even if he took a bath. On this snowy night, Wang Zi'an suddenly missed the big bathhouse in his previous life.
.
I am already so rich, so I should quickly get myself a big bathhouse.
It's best to have a hot spring, it'll be nice.
I remember that there is a very famous hot spring near Chang'an. It seemed that it was discovered by a monk in the early Tang Dynasty. I don't know if it has been discovered by anyone now.
I seem to remember it being Dongtangyu, right?
Let's go and have a look tomorrow.
Before the prince fell asleep, he thought vaguely.
…
The north wind howled all night.
Early the next morning, it turned out to be a rare sunny day.
When the long-lost sun emerged from the east, a few fast horses, riding on the snow that slightly reflected the sunlight, took today's latest newspaper and headed in all directions, quickly disappearing into the vastness.
Today's Di Bao is no different from the past, except for the addition of a line of insignificant words: Chang'an grain prices have risen three times a day, and a pound of rice costs thirty cents.
…
As dawn broke in the east, the bells and drums in temples and city walls rang one after another, and Chang'an City, which had been sleeping all night, began to gradually wake up and become lively again.
But soon, there were noises everywhere.
Imperial College, Imperial College.
Li Yifu got up, washed, and went out with his books as usual.
Not far out of the courtyard, he heard a commotion in front of him, and he couldn't help but quicken his steps out of curiosity.
The bulletin board where notices, poems, and articles are usually posted is actually packed with people. From time to time, incredible exclamations can be heard, and someone can faintly hear someone reciting excitedly.
Could it be that some great scholar from Hongxue has written a new article?
He quickly squeezed in.
There was indeed an article posted in front of him, but as soon as he glanced at it, his eyes shrank slightly and he took a breath of air.
This is a unique manuscript. The title of the article reads: The student's righteous deeds shocked the world, and it is the right time to save the crisis and help the poor.
The font is light horizontally and heavy vertically, straight and powerful. It doesn't look like writing with a brush, but like it was carved with a carving knife. The words are also particularly strange. They look simple and straightforward, just like everyday speech.
At first glance, it looks like an article praising the students for their righteous deeds yesterday. However, upon closer inspection, it is heart-stopping.
The beginning was good, with thick pen and ink, it depicts the righteous deeds of the students of the Sixth School of the Imperial College, who were compassionate, accumulated good deeds, rescued people in need, and helped the people affected by disasters.
Seeing all the students, everyone looked happy.
This kind of thing is naturally not suitable for me to promote, but if it is promoted by others, I will of course happily accept it.
Everyone will take the imperial examination to become an official in the future, and having such a good reputation will do a lot of good and nothing bad.
Then he wrote about the evil deeds of the unscrupulous grain dealers, who made it difficult for the country to make money, with grain prices rising three times a day, and the amount of rice costing thirty cents.
"Some students, just out of righteous indignation, said a few words of justice for the poor victims, and were beaten in public by people from the food industry. Their evil deeds are simply appalling, but the students' righteous deeds of asking for life for the people will not be remembered for thousands of years.
, will also be respected by future generations..."
At the end of the article, it is even more implicitly pointed out that the reason why these black-hearted grain merchants dare to be so cruel and cruel is because behind them are wealthy families from Guanzhong and Shandong...
Li Yifu's natural political sensitivity made him realize immediately that this was not an article praising everyone's virtues, but a war cry directed at a wealthy family.
Something big is going to happen!
Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered his words and deeds at Kongji Restaurant the day before yesterday, and the "righteous act" that everyone participated in yesterday, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
He quickly pulled up his hat, lowered his head and walked away.
I hope no one will notice me.
…
The same scene was quietly staged in the Sixth Academy of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, in the streets and alleys, in teahouses and restaurants, in the east and west markets, and even at the gate of Pingkangfang.
Cui Mansion.
The head of the family, Cui Hong, had a gloomy face and threw the article into Cui Ming's face with a snap.
"Idiot - look at the good things you have done! Thirty cents per dollar, this price increase is unheard of. Are you confused, or are you blinded by money? Do you know that articles like this, overnight,
Spread throughout Chang'an - the entire family is ashamed because of you!"
Cui Ming looked at the article in front of him, and his eyes went dark.
There is only one thought left in my mind - it's over!
I thought it was a near miss yesterday, but I didn't expect the situation to change drastically overnight.
"No, Father, there must be someone behind this, someone must be plotting against me - no, they are plotting against our Cui family -"
Cui Ming suddenly reacted and rushed forward desperately, trying to explain to his father.
Cui Hong looked at his youngest son with complicated eyes and shook his head.
"No, the other party is not targeting our Cui family, to be precise, it is the wealthy families in Guanzhong and Shandong - the other party has great ambitions."
Cui Ming couldn't help but feel a little relieved. Just when he thought he could escape, Cui Hong's words struck him like five thunderbolts.
"But if it weren't for your greed and stupidity, our Cui family would not be in such a passive situation. This matter must be explained to the family and the outside world - you, please tell me, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, tell your father,
As a father, I will try my best to satisfy you——"
When you get benefits from the price increase, you remain silent, but when something goes wrong, you stand up and talk about it, and let me take the blame!
Cui Ming felt cold all over, laughed miserably, and looked at his father in front of him as if he were a stranger.