Liu Huaian planned to buy some clothes and a robe by the way. After all, when you have money, you naturally have to dress up.
He has a certain persona in front of the shopkeeper, he is greedy for money, lustful, and vain. If he has money and doesn't dress up, he will be easily suspected.
Liu Huaian came to Yunshangge, which is the best cloth shop in Hangzhou. It can make clothes and buy a lot of good things. Yunshangge has chain stores not only in Hangzhou, but also in big and wealthy cities like Hangzhou.
In Yunshang Pavilion, many young masters and young ladies from wealthy families come to select fabrics to make clothes, and there are also many beautiful women among them.
A waiter walked up to Liu Huaian and asked: "Uncle, what kind of fabric do you want?" The waiter looked up and down and found that the clothes Liu Huaian was wearing were not valuable, and he was no longer interested in Liu Huaian.
In a store of this level, the waiter can tell your spending power at a glance!
Liu Huaian naturally saw the waiter's eyes, and he snorted coldly: "I want the best fabric."
"The best fabrics are very expensive, otherwise you should go to other stores."
Unexpectedly, I traveled through time and could experience the treatment that I could only enjoy in a 4S store in my previous life. He took out a silver ingot and threw it to the waiter, "I want the best fabrics and the best furs to make a big robe."
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The waiter took a bite of the silver ingot, smiled and made an invitation gesture and said: "The young man has eyesight but cannot see the mountain, please come inside."
Liu Huaian selected some fine black silk. Dying in Da'an was very expensive. Black silk was even more expensive, and it was the best among the best.
The emperor wears yellow, and official uniforms are red. These two colors cannot be used by ordinary people. Officials' family members can wear red.
Rich people like black, common people wear gray linen, and women generally like moisture, blue, green and purple.
After taking the measurements, Liu Huaian followed the waiter to the area where robes were sold.
The waiter picked up a black robe and said, "Look, sir, this black robe is made of a whole Xiong Xiazi skin. It is warm and domineering, and it is especially suitable for your identity."
"Wrap it up for me."
The waiter smiled and said: "Uncle, this robe costs two hundred taels."
Liu Huaian threw him a thousand taels and said, "Take me to see the robes worn by women."
"Master, please come here." The waiter took Liu Huaian to the other side. He picked up a pure white robe and said, "Master, look, this is made of white fox fur. There is not a single hair on it. It is absolutely perfect."
of the highest quality.”
"Yes, I'll wrap up all the five items here."
"Yes, sir." Just as the waiter was about to wrap it up, a woman walked up to the white robe.
She touched it twice and said, "The texture is very good, how much does it cost?"
"Ah..." The waiter smiled and said, "Girl, these robes have been bought by this uncle. How about you check out the others?"
The woman raised her head and looked at Liu Huaian. She was dressed in red silk clothes, plump and extremely beautiful. The golden hairpin on her head weighed half a catty in total.
The white jade bracelet on her hand is made of fine Hetian jade, the earrings are made of two small bloodstones, and the embroidery on the red dress is extremely beautiful.
The woman smiled and asked: "Little brother, I am Ren Junwan, the wife of the magistrate of Hangzhou. I wonder if you can give me a robe?"
What else can Liu Huaian say? Others have already mentioned the name of the prefect of Hangzhou, so Liu Huaian can't shirk it.
"Okay." Liu Huaian nodded and said, "Since Madam likes it, I'll give it to Madam. I'll pay for it."
Ren Junwan smiled and said, "Thank you so much, sir. May I ask you his name?"
"Liu Huaian."
"Liu Huaian?" Ren Junwan kept reciting the name silently, and after a moment she asked with a smile: "The Liu Huaian who wrote the poem "Wang Yue"?"
"It's down there."
Ren Junwan looked Liu Huaian up and down, and thought to herself: He is really handsome, his figure is tall and brave, he looks like a martial artist, he is wearing coarse linen clothes but his moves are extremely generous.
He is a rich man, but he doesn't want others to know that he is very rich. He is very cautious, or he is hiding something. That's right, I heard that he is a chronicler of Qingshui County, and I guess he is the person secretly sent by Zhang Erhe to protect Zhang Xiaochun.
Ren Junwan smiled and said: "I've heard about the young master for a long time. There will be a poetry party later. I wonder if I can invite the young master to participate?"
"It's such a blessing. How can we shirk it?" Liu Huaian also wanted to have a good relationship with Ren Junwan. After all, the prefect was a fourth-rank official and had a lot of responsibility. Maybe he could find some clues from Ren Junwan.
After buying the clothes, Liu Huaian asked the waiter to make the clothes first, and he would come and pick them up in the evening.
Liu Huaian rode his horse and followed Ren Junwan's sedan towards the river.
"Madam, isn't the prefect worried that you came out with such a small number of people?"
Ren Junwan lay down by the window and said, "He never worries about me. The prefect is very busy, so how can he have time to take care of me? Even though the prefect's office is right in Hangzhou, I don't see him a few times a year."
"After all, it's normal for the prefect to be busy with all affairs in Hangzhou and the surrounding areas." Liu Huaian naturally heard Ren Junwan's dissatisfaction, so he comforted him: "Isn't it the Chinese New Year soon? The prefect will definitely come to accompany you."
"Forget it, there was an incident of robbing a child on the street yesterday. I don't know if he will come back this year. I have been married to him for five years and have not given birth to a child yet." Ren Junwan sighed helplessly: "If the Ren family hadn't been so powerful,
I was fired a long time ago."
"Ah..." Liu Huaian was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.
Ren Junwan continued to complain: "What if I come back? Your Excellency is worried about state affairs and world affairs, and I can't talk to him together."
Liu Huaian smiled and nodded, but he was thinking about other things in his heart.
Just after I sold two black blood lotus flowers, there was an incident of robbing children on the street. It’s interesting.
Ren Junwan asked: "Young Master is a great talent and his poetry is unparalleled in the world. I wonder if you can make up stories?"
"This is natural." Liu Huaian nodded with a smile.
Da'an is prosperous, and the people like to hear the stories told by scholars. The scholars like monsters to repay their kindness. The people like the heroic romance of the rivers and lakes. The women like the unresolved love affairs between people and ghosts.
Ren Junwan immediately became interested and asked with a smile: "Can you tell me one? I especially like stories that are touching and a little scary."
"You can tell me just one thing." Liu Huaian smiled and said, "But madam, you want to tell me, how are the cases of robbing children on the street now?"
Sure enough, it was just as I thought. Most of the time this guy came to Hangzhou to investigate this case. She smiled and said, "I don't know much. The criminal was caught and is still being interrogated."
"Interesting." Liu Huaian naturally knew that those people would not be able to find out anything, and he hoped that the prefect could find some clues.
Liu Huaian thought for a while and felt that a long novel was not suitable, so he told a story from a Chinese chat room.
When they came to the river, Ren Jun still had some lingering feelings and pestered Liu Huaian to tell him one more story.
Liu Huaian said helplessly: "Madam, you have to give me some time to think about it, right?"
"Okay." Ren Junwan took Liu Huaian on board.
The gentlemen and ladies had already gathered on the boat. Everyone was talking and laughing, and white snow fell from the sky. This was the first snow of the year, and it was very heavy.
But the gentlemen and ladies seemed not to be afraid of the cold, drinking and enjoying the snow. One young gentleman suggested: "This beautiful snow really inspires poetry. How about we write a poem with the theme of snow?"
Other young ladies agreed.
Liu Huaian saw an old acquaintance among the crowd.
Chen Lang also saw him. After seeing Liu Huaian, Chen Lang shivered. After nodding, he walked to the corner.
But he was stopped by someone who wanted to stop him, "Chen Juren, why don't you compose a poem?"
Chen Juren nodded helplessly. He walked to the center of the crowd and recited a poem, and everyone applauded him. Only two young men and three young ladies turned a deaf ear. The five of them were not comparable to Chen Lang in terms of status or family.
Naturally, he didn't bother to pay attention to Chen Lang's bad poem.
Among the three noble ladies, a girl in red saw Ren Junwan and said with a smile: "Mrs. Ren, are you here too?"
Ren Junwan nodded and said with a smile: "I'm here to listen to the story and join in the fun. You don't need to pay attention to me."
Everyone invited Ren Junwan to compose a poem. They knew very well that the current magistrate of Hangzhou would definitely become a salt transport envoy in the future. Not only would he make a fortune, but his future would be limitless.
Ren Junwan couldn't refuse, so she could only go forward and compose a poem. Everyone cheered and applauded, and the five people who were indifferent just now also echoed and praised a few words.
Only Liu Huaian was sitting on the edge of the boat, drinking and enjoying the snow alone. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, but Liu Huaian was very calm.
The little girl who just asked Ren Junwan to compose a poem noticed Liu Huaian and recognized him at a glance. Whether it was deliberately provoking trouble or wanting to watch the fun, she shouted loudly: "Isn't this Mr. Liu who made "Wang Yue"? No wonder
They look down upon the poems of our Madam Ren and Chen Juren."
Chen Lang roared in his heart: Nangong stinky girl, forget about stirring up trouble. Why are you taking me with you? Mother Ganlin.
"No." Liu Huaian turned around and said with a smile, "It's just that the beautiful scenery is too charming."
Liu Huaian has a very indifferent temperament and never likes to follow others' influence. He has no interest in this kind of mutual praise poetry meeting. If it were not for investigating the case, he would not bother to come here.
Those who followed the trend and flattered Liu Huaian didn't see Liu Huaian's aristocracy, so they all got angry and encouraged Liu Huaian to compose a poem.
When Chen Juren saw this, he wanted to put his head in his crotch, and cursed in his heart: You ungrateful people, can you please stop catching up with me when you are looking for death? I am still young, and my future is limitless. I don’t want to
Die!
Liu Huaian looked at the flying snow in the sky and said, "Well, since everyone's hospitality is hard to refuse, I can't shirk it. So I will make a song called "North Wind Travel."
"The candle dragon dwells in a poor house, and its brilliance is as bright as ever.
Why can't the sun and moon shine like this? Only the north wind roars up from the sky.
The snowflakes in Yanshan Mountain are as big as a mat, and they blow down Xuanyuan Terrace.
In December, when I miss my wife in Youzhou, I stop singing and laugh, and the two moths destroy her.
Leaning against the door and looking at the passers-by, it is sad to think of the bitter cold on the Great Wall.
When I said goodbye, I picked up my sword and went to save him. I left behind this gold hairpin with tiger inscriptions.
There is a pair of white-feathered arrows in it, and a spider spins a web and creates dust.
The arrows are empty, and people will die in battle and never come back.
I couldn't bear to see this thing, so I burned it to ashes.
The Yellow River can be blocked with earth, but the north wind, rain and snow can hardly cut it."