Chapter 473 The Analects of Confucius is all over his body, which shows my brother’s reading skills
Chapter 473: The Analects of Confucius is all over my body, which shows my brother’s reading skills (1st update)
Author: sunny
Chapter 473: The Analects of Confucius is all over my body, which shows my brother’s reading skills (1st update)
"Sigh... It's too boring to stop fighting."
Tong Zhisheng threw the leaf card in his leg away with a look of pain on his face.
Every time I'm at the table, I always wonder if I'm going to be the big winner, but every time I finish playing cards, I realize that I'm the unlucky loser.
This made Tong Zhisheng secretly resentful, why he was so cheap and didn't want to play cards with that kid Gao Zhang.
Cai Laoliu on the side also had a dark face, looking at the three melons and two dates in his pocket, and looked up at the rafters with an expression that was worse than death.
I think of him, Cai Yao, who is very skilled at poker. When playing with those Easterners, he has a winning rate of 50% to 60% every time.
Can I play cards with my ruthless senior brother? I always feel like I'm unlucky. I'm obviously just a little bit close to winning, but I just can't win.
Sigh... Luck must not be luck. Maybe Cai called him "Senior Brother" while playing cards, which caused his luck to surpass Cai's.
When Toji plays cards with his senior brother, he must keep that lesson in mind, maybe he can turn defeat into victory...
At this moment, a snapping sound woke up Cai Laoliu, who was deep in thought, and he saw Tong Zhisheng standing up and moving his legs and feet.
"It's so boring, Sixth, what did my senior brother say he wanted to do just now?"
"I heard that the maritime merchant who was smuggling goods was caught, maybe..."
"If you have nothing to do, let's go take a look and see what those barbarian merchants are smuggling."
Cai Laoliu, who was also too idle, didn't even think about it. Since he was bored, he just went for a walk.
After all, as a Qilin son of the Cai family, it would not be appropriate to not show up in front of others for a long time to make your presence felt.
After the group of sleeping dragons and phoenixes got up, they started to walk outside the house.
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Gao Zhang's eyes refocused on Fujiwara Tadayi. At this moment, he looked at Fujiwara Tadayi's eyes as if he were looking at a shining golden Japanese lucky cat.
One paw was swaying there, meowing.
Liu Qi was breathing very heavily at this moment, and his thigh, which was holding the long knife tightly on his waist, had blue veins popping up at this moment.
His eyes glowed faintly green, and his mouth kept pursed. He did not look like a loyal and ruthless national general, but more like a private salt dealer who had stumbled upon a shady deal and was about to take advantage of it.
Fujiwara Tadai twisted his neck uncomfortably. As the grandson of a Japanese Taizheng minister, his status in the Japanese country was naturally not one that he could not ask for.
So at that time, I naturally couldn't show my timidity and continued to brace myself and maintain a respectful but polite smile.
"It's not just that Mr. Fujiwara and I were trading with them like this, it's also true that the Japanese merchants who smuggled coins would also buy the copper coins of the Song Dynasty at the same price."
"Reporting to Gao Xuanfu, generally speaking, the Japanese merchants who came to the Song Dynasty to trade copper coins usually had one or two gold coins, which could be exchanged for between four thousand and five thousand coins."
"It can be exchanged for 5,500 yuan in the East, which is already a very high income."
Gao Zhang looked at Fujiwara Tadai, who had a very humble expression and proud eyes, and almost wanted to jump up and slap him in the face.
I beg my father, he will definitely beat to death that street boy of mine who can’t even make money.
Bu Nao then thought about it and realized that he was wrong. He was not a Japanese. If he didn't make money, wouldn't it mean that the Song Dynasty was making money?
Can you think of the smugglers from the Song Dynasty who behaved quite honestly and low-key in that prison, with a sincere and humble attitude? Haha...
The smugglers in the Song Dynasty were engaged in such a money-grabbing business. Why can't I, the magistrate of Suzhou, do this while I promulgated the government and established envoys?
Just when Gao Zhang's eyes flickered and he was secretly calculating in his heart, he heard familiar footsteps coming towards that direction.
Gao Zhangdong raised his eyes consciously and saw his best partner: Quan Huan, a combination of traitorous disciples.
In the bright autumn moon and the warm sunshine in the east, it is so eye-catching and pleasing to the eye.
Looking at their unruly and arrogant expressions, they were inlaid with a pair of innocent and clear silly eyes.
As a gentleman with a strong moral bottom line and official integrity, Gao Zhang's eyes suddenly lit up.
Receiving the help of two brothers is really like Xuande receiving the help of the sleeping dragon and the phoenix chick.
Cai Laoliu and Tong Zhisheng, who were walking toward the house with square steps, had just reached the steps and raised their heads as if aware.
Then he saw Gao Zhang's eyes go beyond the figures kneeling in the hall and land directly on them.
The look in his eyes seemed to have the kindness of an elder, but also the greed of a profiteer. All in all, it was very complex, so complex that it gave both of them a creepy feeling of palpitations.
"Brother Guizhang, why am I looking at Sajia like that?"
Tong Zhisheng twisted his neck uncomfortably, like a wild bull bitten by a blood-sucking fly.
"Oh, Brother Zhisheng, I'm here just in time. Senior Brother You are here too. Come in quickly."
"He is having an in-depth exchange with that Japanese friend. Come, come, I will introduce you to the two of you..."
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After hearing the grand introduction, that adjective came out from the mouth of Gao Zhang, the legend of the Song Dynasty.
Tong Zhisheng and Cai Laoliu both looked at Gao Zhang in unison.
As the Qilin son of the Cai family and the elder of Xiaoge in the Song Dynasty, Cai Laoliu stood in front of Fujiwara Tadayai with his head high and his chest held high. His unruly, scornful, and arrogant aura suddenly emerged.
Naturally, Fujizumi was also in high spirits. He stood up just now and immediately bent his knees slightly and leaned his back slightly forward, making a preparatory movement in which he could kneel to the ground and salute at any time.
Then I heard a deep shout. "Get out of the way, Liu, Sajia is older than me."
Then there was a strange scream, and when Fujiizumi raised his head in shock, he found that the fat man who looked at the sky had disappeared.
Standing in front of me at this moment was a tall, burly and majestic man who looked like a ghost.
He just stood there, with muscles all over his body, looking down at himself, like a butcher looking at the rabbit on the chopping board.
The fat man who was in front of him before was now standing a few steps away, with an angry expression on his face. He raised his legs and pointed his fingers at the ghost-like strong man, but he did not dare to curse.
Gao Zhang rubbed his brows with a headache. It was really unlucky for him to be on horseback. Those two bastards wanted to compare even at that time.
Forget it, let's pretend that we can't see the small flaws in the details. The overall situation is the most important thing.
"First of all, the person I solemnly introduced to me is an outstanding representative among the younger generation of talents in the Song Dynasty: Tong Zhisheng Tong Dalang."
"He outsmarts his brother. Not only does he look good, but whether he is full of Analects of Confucius or not, it shows that my brother is good at reading..."
"Ah, then..." Fujiwara Tadai couldn't help but take a breath when he saw the child's fist that was as big as a casserole, the words "de" and "reason", and the beautiful articles exposed on his half-open chest.
I always felt that it had nothing to do with my reading skills, but I was embarrassed to point out the flaws in the language of Gao Zhang, the legendary young man from the Song Dynasty.
