Chapter One Hundred and Fiftieth Eighth Chapter Fan Lou (6.6K)
"The thief, the Beijing Army, is so damn unlucky to kick!"
By the fence outside Ju City.
Zhang San kicked away a stone and followed Xu Yun with an angry face, mumbling:
"It's so shameless to concede six goals. I think the girls in the hook bar are better than them!"
Not long ago.
After losing the third goal, the Jingzhong Ban Army completely lost their fighting spirit.
In the remaining time, the Western Army seized the opportunity and scored three goals from the ball head.
This battle between the two armies, known as a strong showdown, ended with a score of 6-0.
In fact, the reason why Zhang San was so depressed was not simply because he lost six cents.
As a servant of the Su Mansion, this is at most his money for a midnight snack.
He did the blogging before the game purely for the sake of having more fun and making the process more exciting.
But being charged several times at his home court made Zhang San very unhappy.
Based on today's performance, when next year's Cuju competitions are held, the Beijing-China Forbidden Army will probably be at the bottom again.
Compared with Zhang San next to him, Xu Yun's emotions were not so complicated and seemed ordinary.
Firstly, he had no feelings for the Imperial Guards in Beijing, and secondly, it was because he focused all his attention on Zongze:
It is only the year 1100 now, and there are still 26 years left before the Jingkang Incident.
This time is undoubtedly a bit short to curb the development of Jinren:
The Jurchens were merged into a military tribal alliance by Wanyan Wugunai more than 20 years ago.
Now the Jurchen Gailibo has been dead for eight years, and the Wanyan Aguda has gained momentum, and it will definitely be too late to stop it.
But for Northern Song officials like Zongze, it was a bit long.
Follow the normal trajectory.
Zong Zehui served as county magistrate in many places in the next ten years or so, and about fifteen years later he was promoted to Dengzhou Tongpan, which is an official position of the sixth rank.
Then he begged to retire and return to his hometown, and was transferred to Bazhou Tongpan again in 1124. At that time, it was a full 24 years from now.
In other words, it took Zongze 24 years to rise from a seventh-level county magistrate to a sixth-level general magistrate.
There is only one from the sixth rank between the two official ranks.
For an official of Zongze's ability, this situation is obviously a waste of time and an extreme waste of time.
Therefore, both emotionally and logically, Xu Yun hopes to find a way to make this national hero move more smoothly in this timeline.
At least you can have a chance to fully utilize your abilities, and avoid the tragedy of "The Moon Shines on the Ditch" again.
And just when Xu Yun was thinking about how to speak, his shoulder was suddenly tapped from behind:
"Hey, Xiao Wang?"
Xu Yun turned around and found an acquaintance standing behind him:
Wang Zhen.
At this time, Wang Zhen was dressed in casual clothes, followed by a vaguely familiar person to Xu Yun, who seemed to be in an unusually high mood.
Seeing this, Xu Yun quickly raised his hands and asked:
"Master Xiaowei? Are you here to see Cuju today?"
"It's not just that I came here to watch the game."
Wang Xun smiled and patted the young man next to him on the shoulder and explained:
"Today, the head of the Western Army is a soldier under my command. As the commander-in-chief, I naturally have to be there to cheer."
After hearing this, Xu Yun turned his attention to the young man.
This young man is tall and well-proportioned, with a dark complexion and looks quite capable.
Previously, due to the long distance between the venue and the audience stand, Xu Yun's impression of the Western Army's head was only in terms of technology, and his appearance was not very clear.
But after hearing what Wang Zhen said, he could see some similarities with this person.
It's no wonder that when we first met him, he felt a vague sense of familiarity.
Then Xu Yun suddenly thought of something, cupped his hands towards this person, and exclaimed:
"So this is the ball head who won six yuan? He has the appearance of a hero. I'm Wang Lin, dare I ask the name of a strong man?"
The young man glanced at Wang Cun, and after receiving the Shangguan's permission, he quickly returned the favor:
"Thank you very much, Mr. Wang, for your love. A strong man would not dare to accept it. My name is Zhang Yuan, and he is from Bingzhou."
Xu Yun nodded thoughtfully and breathed a sigh of relief:
Well, it doesn’t just have to be Gao.
Then he carefully recalled the Northern Song Dynasty figures he knew, and found that he had never heard of such a person in his memory.
It seems like he is just an ordinary soldier?
If this is the case, it would be a pity - with this person's superb footwork, he can earn at least tens of millions per year in the 21st century.
If you can go abroad to study abroad, you may even be called "the hope of the whole village", and you may even have a chance to become a national idol.
But what Xu Yun didn't know was.
Although Zhang Yuan did not leave many records in history, he was also a well-known good man:
He killed Wanyan Zonghan's nephew in the Battle of Taiyuan, protected Wang Zhen and his son in street fighting, suffered dozens of knife and gunshot wounds, and finally died of exhaustion.
After his death, his body was trampled on by Zong Han, and his head was hung on the city wall, which is respectable and admirable.
Later, Hao Siwen's ending in Water Margin was based on Zhang Yuan's experience.
However, Xu Yun is not an artificial intelligence and does not understand that the soldier in front of him is not only brave on the court.
Then he thought of something, pointed at Zongze and said to Wang:
"Master Xiaowei, let me introduce to you. This is my old disciple, Zong Zezong, magistrate of the county who was a Jinshi in the sixth year of Yuanyou."
Wang Zhen had long felt that this scribe looked inexplicably kind, and even before discovering Xu Yun, he noticed this person first.
Therefore, after being recommended by Xu Yun, he quickly handed over his hand and said politely:
"I am reporting to Wang Zhiguo, the captain of the Zhiguo School of the Zhongyong Camp of the Baotao Army of the Western Army. His courtesy name is Zhengchen. He has met Zongzhi County."
Zongze also quickly returned the gift:
"How could Rulin, a civil servant, be expected to be so courteous as a captain? If the captain thinks highly of me, just call me my elder brother."
Wang Zhen was originally an officer from the army and had a cheerful nature, so he immediately agreed:
"That's very good. Brother Zong, please don't call me Colonel Colonel anymore. Just follow my words, Brother Wang!"
Seeing the highly sexual talk of Wen Yiwu in front of him, Xu Yun couldn't help but feel a burst of emotion in his heart.
In the original history, there is no record of any exchange between Wang Zhen and Zongze, and the areas where they worked did not overlap at all.
While Wang Zhen was defending Taiyuan, Zongze happened to be fighting hard in the west of Beijing.
In the end, Wang Zhen did not wait for reinforcements, and Zongze also had no helpers by his side.
I wonder if at night when there were bonfires and the smell of blood all around them, they had raised their heads and asked the sky if there were any righteous people out there on the vast earth?
They couldn't see each other, but when they looked up, they saw the same starry sky. They never saw each other until their death.
But in this timeline.
The two national backbone figures had an intersection because of themselves.
It seems ordinary, but they just bowed and introduced each other.
But in Xu Yun's eyes, it was a scene worth remembering for thousands of years.
You are not alone!
After introducing each other, Wang Zhen looked around, considered for a moment, and said:
"Brown Bear, Xiao Wang, it's almost noon. Why don't you let me be the host? How about we go to Fanlou to eat and chat?"
Gulu——
I heard the word Fan Lou.
Zhang San, who was staring at Zhang Yuan from the side, muttering about how this person had caused him to lose six cents, suddenly became shocked and swallowed his saliva.
During this period of the Northern Song Dynasty, restaurants would be given different names according to their decoration level.
The lowest-end restaurant among them is called "foot shop".
For example, the soup shop where Xu Yun and the others drank sour plum soup before is one of the foot shops.
There is also the human meat bun shop owned by Sun Erniang and others in Water Margin, which is also a kind of foot shop.
Above the foot shop is the "main shop", which is also known as a high-end restaurant.
At this time, there are a total of 72 high-end restaurants in Bianjing City, among which the top ones are Panlou, Yunlou and...
Fan Lou.
If Pan Lou, Yun Lou and other restaurants can compete with ordinary five-star hotels in later generations.
Then Fan Lou is undoubtedly the Waldorf Astoria of the Song Dynasty.
The cheapest dish among them costs close to a hundred yuan, which is impossible to afford without a few bucks for a normal banquet!
This kind of price is simply an unimaginable expense for a servant like Zhang San.
Just like those workers in later generations who earn a salary of five or six thousand, it is acceptable to bite the bullet and eat a 428 million islands occasionally, but you ask them to eat a kaiseki meal of two or three thousand by themselves?
Maybe in a lifetime, only situations such as the tenth wedding anniversary can make exceptions.
Therefore, after hearing that Wang Zhen was going to treat Fan Lou to a guest, Zhang San kept looking at Xu Yun with his peripheral vision, his eyes flashing with strong expectation.
He didn't expect to be able to sit at the table and eat and drink with everyone, but with his relationship with Xu Yun, it would be okay to pack some leftovers, right?
"Fan Lou..."
At this moment, Xu Yun's thoughts were not as complicated as Zhang San's, but as a foodie, he really wanted to see this Waldorf in the Northern Song Dynasty.
In addition, he knew a little bit about Wang Zhen's net worth, so it was easy to afford a meal at Fanlou:
This captain had just made meritorious service on the Western Front, and the imperial court issued a large reward.
At the same time, it was because he 'sold himself' to Tong Guan.
This time Tong Guan did not deliberately try to be greedy, and distributed all the rewards to Wang Zhen's brothers.
According to what Wang Zhen said one time after drinking.
This bounty is estimated to be four to five hundred thousand dollars, which is enough for an ordinary person to earn for ten or twenty years. It is more than enough to pay a visit to Fanlou.
Wang Zhen's proposal was in line with Xu Yun's ideas, so he took the initiative to invite Zongze:
"Mr. Rulin, since the captain is interested, why don't we go to Fanlou to talk about it?"
Then he paused, thought of Zongze's character in the history books, and added:
"Don't worry, Sir Xiaowei spent all the reward money received from the imperial court's victory on the Western Front, and it is definitely not the result of corruption."
Zongze also had the idea of making friends with Wang Zhen. He hesitated for a moment and finally nodded:
"In this case, Zong is more respectful than obedient."
Wang Chen laughed loudly and waved his left hand generously:
"Then let's go to Fanlou. I won't come back until I'm drunk today!"
Then the group walked along the Imperial Street for a short distance, and soon came to a huge building complex:
This is a combined restaurant composed of five buildings connected and facing each other. There is a flying bridge in the middle, a pearl curtain and a learning lintel.
The carved eaves reflect the sun, the painted buildings are flying in the clouds, the green balconies are connected to the lower windows, and the emerald curtains are hung high above the windows. It looks extremely luxurious.
The moment he came outside the building, Zhang San couldn't help but be stunned - although Lao Su had an extraordinary family, he was not a corrupt official, and he had no idea of excessive enjoyment. Therefore, even the decoration of Lao Su's main courtyard was in front of Fan Lou.
Not enough to see.
Seeing Zhang San staring at the hotel door motionless, Wang Zhen couldn't help but smile and pat his head:
"During the day, Fan Tower is not the busiest time. At night, Fan Tower is even more brightly lit, as bright as day."
"Here, do you see the main corridor there?"
"There will be no less than a hundred singers standing on both sides, lined up in two rows, for customers to call."
Xu Yun also raised his head with interest and glanced curiously at the attic above.
be honest.
As a time traveler from later generations, Fan Lou's so-called "luxury" is just that to him. It is mainly a "visit" with the mentality of viewing scenic spots.
In later generations, there are no shortage of similar or even more exquisite buildings in some tourist attractions that specialize in retro style.
The curiosity in his eyes is due to the difference in time and space. No matter how retro it is in later generations, it will never be able to restore such a real scene.
The second thing is that there is a historical rumor that Song Huizong would drag Li Shishi to Fanlou for a tryst whenever he had something to do.
As a humanoid pile driver who gave birth to 66 children before being captured.
I wonder if Zhao Ji will be teaching someone in a room in Fan Tower at this time, waiting for the other party to retaliate?
Then, under the leadership of Wang Zhen, a group of people walked into Fan Tower one after another.
The first floor of Fan Building is a public dining area, which is also where the lobby is located.
However, compared to ordinary restaurants, every table in Fan Lou is separated by a screen, which greatly ensures the privacy of dining.
Seeing Xu Yun and his party entering.
A clever boy quickly put a towel on his shoulder, walked up quickly, and said respectfully:
"Several guests have come to visit me. The shop is really full of glory. However, the lobby is full at the moment. How many of you can please come upstairs?"
Wang Zhen glanced at him, took out a few pieces of silver, which were relatively rare at this time, and handed them to the boy:
"Is there a place in the private room?"
The boy took the silver and looked at it carefully.
His eyes lingered on the Privy Council seal on the side for a while, and his smile suddenly became brighter:
"Yes, yes, the Fenglin Crossing on the third floor is empty. How many of you can I take up there?"
Wang Zhen nodded:
"Lead the way!"
"Okay, Fenglindu five!"
A quarter of an hour later.
Xu Yun, Wang Zhen, and Zongze took their seats one after another.
Zhang San and Zhang Yuan were placed on the servants' table opposite the entrance to the private room.
"The jade sunflower and the precious fan...happy to be the best...dragons flying and phoenixes dancing...the durian room auspicious...the spring breeze is about to...snow and soup...the roar of the paper?....
"
Wang Zhen first ordered a few dishes confidently, and after exchanging the menu with the waiter, he took the initiative to pick up the wine bottle and pour a glass of wine for Zongze and Xu Yun.
Then he picked up the wine glass and said to Zongze and Xu Yun:
"Brother, although you and I have met for the first time today, it feels like we are meeting old friends again. Come on, let me give you a toast, Mr. Wang!"
Zongze picked up the wine glass and touched it lightly with him, and the three of them drank the wine in one gulp.
"ha......"
After putting down his wine glass, Zongze smacked his lips in recollection.
There are all literati who don’t love wine. I just heard him praise:
"I have long heard that Fan Lou's fermented wine is the best in wine. After drinking it today, it is indeed well-deserved... Um, Brother Wang, what are you laughing at?"
Wang Xun suppressed his laughter, took out a wine bag from his waist, and poured a little into Zongze's cup:
"Brother, please try this."
Zongze picked up the wine glass without knowing why, and when he was about to drink it, his nose suddenly twitched a few times:
"Hiss, what a strong smell of wine!"
Then he glanced at Wang Zhen and Xu Yun, and changed the original swallowing action to a small mouthful of slow slurping.
A few seconds passed.
Zongze raised his eyebrows and asked Wang Chen in surprise:
"Master Xiaowei, I don't know where this wine comes from. The taste is slightly inferior to that of fermented wine, but the intensity is several times higher!"
When Wang Zhen saw this, he laughed, pointed at Xu Yunde and said:
"This is the distilled liquor refined by Xiao Wang. Even the best drinker in the army will drink only two kilograms (32 taels) at most before falling to the ground drunk and unconscious."
Zongze suddenly looked at Xu Yun in surprise.
Originally, he saw that Xu Yun was not suitable for practicing martial arts and guarding the hospital, so he thought that this young man was a scribe like a bookkeeper, but now it seems that things are not as simple as he imagined?
Then he picked up the wine glass again and took a small sip.
A spicy feeling suddenly filled the esophagus, and he said with some regret:
"It's a pity that Li Taibai is deceased. Otherwise, I would like to see if layman Qinglian still dares to say that he will have to drink three hundred cups in the face of such strong alcohol!"
Wang Zhen also nodded in agreement, then changed the topic and asked:
"Brother Zong, I didn't ask Wang in detail before. I wonder where brother Zong is serving now?"
Speaking of his official position, Zongze's face couldn't help but darken a little.
Although he is not an official fan, he has a heart to serve the country and naturally has some expectations for his official career:
"Zong was originally an official in Longyou, Quzhou. He was ordered to return to Beijing to return the ultimatum a few days ago. Although the ultimatum has not been officially issued yet, if nothing else happens, he should be the magistrate of Laizhou Jiaoshui County."
Wang Zhen couldn't help but frown and asked:
"When my elder brother was in Longyou, Quzhou, he was serving as county magistrate or county constable."
"Otherwise, Zong would have been the county magistrate at that time."
Wang Zhen hesitated for a moment, then refilled Zongze's glass and said:
"Then it could be that my elder brother made some mistakes when he was in office..."
Zongze shook his head again:
"Zong has been in office for three years, and he has excelled in every exam every year, and has never made any omissions."
"Then why...?"
Zongze sighed softly when he saw this, and said what he had not told Xu Yun before:
"In the early years of TV, Zong's 10,000-word comment on the dispute between cliques offended Wu Chuhou, so..."
Bang!
Before Zongze finished speaking, Wang Zhen punched the table hard:
"Treacherous ministers and treacherous parties are ruining the country's talents!"
Zongze also sighed, picked up the wine glass and took a sip alone.
Then he paused and said to the king:
"Brother Wang has been stationed on the Western Front all year round. It must not be easy, right?"
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Note:
Some readers said before that alcohol solution has no taste, but what I wrote was distilled alcohol...the kind with 50 or 60 degrees, not distilled alcohol...