The bustle on the street was originally just the bustle on the street and could not reach the Shenzhen compound, but this time they became aware of the bustle faster than before.
It has been a long time since the last firework in the sky dispersed, and many people standing in the deep courtyard of the mansion looked back with some reluctance.
Then many people's inner houses could be heard shouting like this.
"It's her..."
After hearing what the boy said, Chen Shao's expression changed from surprise to horror to a wry smile, just like the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter. In the end, he only said this sentence and sat still.
Mrs. Chen had only one emotion from beginning to end.
"She is indeed here, sir. Look, Mrs. Cheng is indeed here." She repeated excitedly.
"Yes, she is indeed here." Chen Shao said.
I knew she wouldn't fail to come.
It's just a matter of nothing. If something happens, this lady has never backed away. She has never hesitated. She has always stepped forward.
"But, sir, you see, you are really worrying too much. Being able to arrange it like this means that she came very early, but she didn't tell anyone about it, she just silently endured the grief and buried those people."
Mrs. Chen continued, sighing.
Chen Shao turned to look at her with a strange expression.
"Silently?" he said.
Is this called silence?
This kind of silence is really scary!
It’s really going to kill people!
Chen Shao let out a breath, knowing that this lady would kill someone if she took action.
Yes, it is true that she did not come to find anyone or beg for anyone. On the contrary, at this moment, someone actually begged her and accepted her favor.
Mrs. Chen was still chattering about preparing some funeral services, but Chen Shao couldn't listen to a word. He looked up at the door and seemed to be able to hear the noise coming from the street.
This is just for today, wait for tomorrow, wait for the day after tomorrow, wait for the excitement to dissipate, pass from hand to hand, exaggerate and ferment...
"Here comes someone." He raised his head and shouted, interrupting Mrs. Chen's words.
The boy outside the door answered the door.
"Go and see if Lu Si'an has left?" he said.
On the other side, Mrs. Chen reached out and patted Chen Danniang, who was still standing in the corridor looking at the sky.
"Okay, okay, Dan Niang, be careful if your neck hurts." He smiled.
Chen Danniang reluctantly looked back.
"Grandpa, grandpa, let's go buy these fireworks quickly." She shouted urgently.
Old Mrs. Chen laughed and shook his head.
"Not everything is for sale in this world," he said.
Chen Danniang looked at him puzzled.
"You can ask for some things, but you may not be able to buy them." Old Mrs. Chen smiled and patted Chen Danniang on the head. "After a while, grandpa will take you to ask for them."
Although Chen Danniang didn't understand the first sentence, she understood the second sentence and nodded happily.
"I'll tell my sisters," she said, and ran away happily.
Mr. Chen watched his granddaughter run away with a smile. He raised his head and looked at the sky again, and then looked back at the room. The once shallow circles on the screen standing in the middle became more and more obvious, making this
Zhang Penglai's six-fold landscape screen has lost its original elegance.
"This time, I don't know how many more will be added," he said, smiling slightly.
It rained heavily in Beijing that night, and the city became even more refreshing after the rain.
The paper money on the street had been cleared yesterday. Coupled with the heavy rain all night, the street had returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened yesterday.
But this only seems to be the case.
People walking on the road quickly notice the difference.
"What are those people doing?" a passerby asked curiously, pointing to one side, "Want to pay homage?"
This is a cemetery. It looks not small, but also very simple. There are a few new graves, a few stone tablets, and a few newly planted trees. But the strange thing is that there are many people around the cemetery, and some people even just lie down.
On the ground.
"Oh, they are not worshiping, they are drinking wine." Someone laughed.
Passers-by were even more surprised. Eat wine? Eat it with your nose?
They looked up and down.
"Where's the wine?" they asked.
Someone stretched out his hand and pointed around.
"It's everywhere here," he said.
The passers-by were even more dizzy this time. Are all the people in the capital so crazy?
"Don't know?"
More crazy people are coming.
"A big event happened in the capital yesterday..."
"What's the big deal?" More passers-by came around and asked curiously.
"Do you know whose cemetery this is?"
"..What does this have to do with alcohol?"
"..Hurry up and talk about wine..."
"If you want to talk about wine, you have to talk about this tomb..."
At this time, Taipingju Shenxianju and even Yichun Hall were crowded with people wanting to buy wine.
"Not to mention whether there is wine to buy, why shouldn't you come to our drug store to buy it?" The shopkeeper of Yichuntang couldn't laugh or cry.
"Where can I buy it?"
"I only ate one bowl yesterday. I only ate one bowl. I can never eat any more wine in this world. They are all bland and tasteless..."
"You ate a bowl, and I just licked a few drops..."
Naturally, the same conversations kept ringing out in Shenxianju and Taipingju, making the business so noisy that it was almost impossible to continue.
The respective shopkeepers of the two families had to step forward to appease them.
"Everyone, let me say it again, this wine is not brewed here, we don't have it."
"Didn't you say it was brewed by your big boss?"
“It’s brewed by our big boss, but we don’t sell it.”
"Why not sell it?"
"This wine is not for sale. It is specially brewed by our boss for several of our bosses."
"Then it has nothing to do with selling, right?"
Shopkeeper Wu shook his head with a smile, looked at the crowd of people eagerly asking questions, and extended his hand to signal.
"Everyone, everyone." He smiled and waited for the people in the audience to calm down before continuing, "Specially, uniquely, uniquely, just for them, how can it be considered unique if it is sold?"
The people in the whole place looked at him blankly.
"That's it? Really not for sale?"
Mrs. Zhou asked.
The girls and women in front of them nodded.
"Yes, yes, how many people gathered around the door and asked, and they all answered like this."
"I also went to many restaurants to order their wine, but they were all rejected."
Mrs. Zhou was stunned as she held the tea bowl, then laughed again.
"The wine is really so good?" she asked.
"Okay, great, those people will have to pay consistent prices." A girl said hurriedly.
"No, your price was yesterday's, and today it has gone up to two thousand dollars." Another girl said hurriedly.
Mrs. Zhou's tea squirted out in one gulp.
Two passes!
"She really dares to ask for a price! Does she think it's a sacrifice of her life?" she said.
"Madam, it's not the price she asked for, it's the price others are rushing to pay." the girls said.
It's still the same as working hard, she didn't ask for a price, others were crying and shouting to give it to her...
Twenty thousand dollars!
Twenty thousand dollars!
Mrs. Zhou's ears seemed to hear the shouts in the yard again.
She reached out and patted her chest.
It's really crazy, and I think of the situation that the girls described that day... Not to mention the wine scattered on the street, there were at least a dozen jars of wine smashed in front of the tomb...
One pot, two sticks…
Mrs. Zhou closed her eyes.
Why is it so easy to make money with this woman? But she still doesn’t regard money as money...
Aren't they just a few country guys who recognized themselves as brothers, accepted them as they were, and allowed them to be their bosses, treated them as such, and died as soon as they died, and they were buried in such a grand manner...
What is this if not a fool?
"What about this time? Did she sell it?" she asked after exhaling.
If it is sold, it will not be a waste of ostentation, and the reputation of this wine will be established...
The girls shook their heads.
"Madam, I've always said that no matter how much it costs, I won't sell it if I don't sell it." Someone said firmly.
If you say you won't save, you won't save...
Mrs. Zhou snorted.
"However, even though it won't be sold, it doesn't mean that everyone will never be able to eat it in the future." Another girl thought of something and said hurriedly.
Everyone looked over.
"The shopkeeper said that when it comes to the anniversary celebrations of their bosses, they will still drink wine." The girl said.
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"...So you can only drink this wine after those people's anniversaries?"
In a teahouse, a group of people were chatting and laughing together.
"Yes, yes, we can only wait until this time next year."
"Wrong, wrong, it's not until this time next year. The five heroes of Maoyuan Mountain were killed in May. Although they were buried at this time, the anniversary should be in May."
"You remember it so clearly."
"Of course I will remember it clearly. I will engrav this date in my heart when I go back!"
"So it's great to be able to wait three months less!"
"How did you know?"
"The grandson of my uncle's nephew's sister-in-law's great-uncle works in Taiping Residence..."
"It's really weird? Why would someone leave money without asking for it?"
"Is he short of money? Don't even look at who it is! Taipingju! Yichuntang! Shenxianju!"
"..There is also a miracle doctor who can save a person's life..."
"Wait a minute, why are you talking about a miracle doctor when you're talking about wine?"
"...You don't know about such a big thing. You are really ignorant. Speaking of this miracle doctor, it happened a long time ago..."
"…Wait a minute, we are talking about miracle doctors, why are we talking about Maoyuan Mountain? What is Maoyuan Mountain?"
"There are five strong men in Maoyuan Mountain who died in front of the northwest formation..."
"..It's so confusing. Who can explain it clearly? I've paid for today's tea!"
"I'm coming! I'm coming!"
The hall suddenly became more lively.
Qin Shisanlang threw some money on the table and stood up. Looking at Liulang who was still sitting across from him and seemed to be fascinated by what he heard, he reached out and patted him.
"Gone." He said.
Saturday Lang was not happy to be interrupted.
"You go." He said.
Qin Shisanlang smiled.
"You heard me, don't worry." He said.
Zhou Lang picked up the tea bowl and ignored him. Qin Shisanlang took a step forward, walked a few steps and then stepped back.
"I know, you can't get enough of what others say about her..." He laughed softly.
Saturday Lang snorted.
"But I'm going to see her, do you want to go with me?" Qin Shisanlang said with a smile.
"Brother, more tea!" Zhou Lang raised his tea bowl and shouted.
The waiter who was leaning against the counter in the front hall, who was said to be busy, was called out twice before he came to his senses and hurriedly ran over with a pot in hand.
Qin Shisanlang smiled and walked away.
The street outside the door was bustling with people, and there were always people stopping not far away. One of them was talking loudly, and the others were excited after hearing it. Although they couldn't hear clearly, they could guess from the way the man pointed at the street and gestured.
It’s Maoyuan Mountain again.
Qin Shisanlang smiled and reached out to take the reins of the horse from the boy. He got on the horse and looked at the tea shop before leaving. Through the straight window, he could see Liu Lang sitting in front of the table.
The young man looked attentively and seriously at the tea guest who was standing over there and gesticulating and chatting lively. Like everyone else, he showed expressions of surprise, surprise, admiration and sadness from time to time, as if he was hearing those things for the first time with relish.
Qin Shisanlang smiled, and just as he was about to urge his horse forward, another young boy came running quickly from a distance.
"Young Master, Young Master." The young man came closer, panted, leaned over and whispered a few words.
Qin Shisanlang's expression was slightly startled but he was relieved immediately.
"It's so fast." He sighed. "No wonder she said she only needs to do what she should do. As for other things, there will always be people rushing to do them."
Cheng Jiaoniang seemed to have never known how much excitement there was after the funeral that day. After her brothers were buried, she returned to her house in Yudaiqiao, and her life continued as usual.
When it gets dark, children's cries can be heard in the yard.
"Is he hungry?" the maid asked curiously.
Fan Jianglin's wife, Huang, shook her head while coaxing the child.
"No, he just didn't get enough sleep and was making trouble," she said.
While the two were talking, footsteps came from the corridor.
"Madam." The maid turned her head and shouted happily.
Mrs. Huang also hurriedly looked up and saw a woman in plain clothes standing on the porch at the door looking quietly over. She immediately lowered her head again, still not daring to see her clearly.
"Did you make a noise... disturb my wife..." She said a little uneasily, while she was busy rocking and stroking the child faster.
This action made the child cry louder.
A layer of sweat broke out on Huang's forehead, and she wanted to cry.
"Children love to cry, so what's the fuss?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, stepping over.
"Madam, don't be afraid." The maid turned her head again, looked at Huang who was in a hurry and said with a smile, "Our madam doesn't have much to do, so you can relax, this is your home."
Huang smiled a little forcedly and looked around.
She was a woman who grew up in Tunpu City in the northwest. She knew a few words from her father, who was a bookkeeper, and she was considered knowledgeable. However, no matter how knowledgeable she was, she would never have imagined that one day she would have a family and a sister-in-law in the capital...
She is still the sister-in-law who can attract people from all over the capital to go out to attend the funeral.
Mrs. Huang stretched out her hand to caress her heart and patted the child in her arms.
She was so scared that she didn't even see what this sister-in-law looked like.
"I had just gotten married to Dalang at that time, and Qilang's wife asked me about what kind of person my sister was. We thought and thought, but we couldn't figure it out. Qilang said that his sister was like a fairy..." Huang shook his head.
The child in her arms said, "At that time, I wanted to see you all the time. I also thought about the seven daughters-in-law coming together. I didn't expect that I would be the only one to come in the end..."
The maidservant smiled with tears in her eyes and got up as she thought of something.
"Madam, you are still restrained when you get home. I will show you the house where the husbands live. They are all tidied up as they were when they left. The furnishings have not changed and the clothes have been kept," she said.
Mrs. Huang also stood up, shaking the child in her arms.
"Let's go and see your father's house," she said.
In the backyard, there was a buzz, and an arrow hit the bullseye and staggered.
Cheng Jiaoniang raised the bow and arrow in her hand and pointed it at the grass target.
"Sister, do you still practice archery every day?" Fan Jianglin put down the bow and arrow in his hand and asked.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded, and the arrow in her hand shot out.
"Okay." Fan Jianglin clapped his hands and praised.
Cheng Jiaoniang shook the bow in her hand at him.
Fan Jianglin looked at her a little confused.
"One stone." Cheng Jiaoniang said, and smiled slightly, showing off a bit.
Fan Jianglin looked at her for a moment and grinned.
"Okay, okay." He nodded and said.
Cheng Jiaoniang stood up again and drew her bow, and arrows flew out one after another.
Fan Jianglin stood aside and watched quietly.
Okay, okay, sometimes his vision is a little blurry, and he seems to see Xu Maoxiu and others standing next to him, smiling and praising them.
"Okay." He said loudly and clapped his hands, "It's just not stable enough."
Cheng Jiaoniang turned to look at him, nodded with a slight smile, turned her head and continued to draw her bow and shoot arrows.
Cheng Jiaoniang was practicing calligraphy when Qin Shisanlang came over.
"Young Master, please wait a moment and it will be ready." The maid smiled and opened the door to invite you.
"Are you idle at home now? The boss is not busy anymore?" Qin Shisanlang joked with her.
"My wife asked me to rest for a few days." The maid smiled.
Qin Shisanlang straightened his clothes.
"Since Mr. Da Lang is here, I will naturally go to see you." He said after plastic surgery.
Through the opened door, you can see Fan Jianglin and Qin Shisanlang sitting and talking to each other inside. They don't look unfamiliar. Huang is a little surprised and a little curious.
"Who is this young master?" she couldn't help but ask.
"This is the young man from the Qin family in the Princess Mansion." said the little girl.
Princess mansion!
Huang almost suffocated and reached out to touch her chest.
She just saw that young man being on equal terms with her husband, right? Oh my god.
Just as he was surprised, he saw the door of the study over there opened and Cheng Jiaoniang walked out.
"Sister, I will tell Qin Langjun in detail about what happened in the northwest." Fan Jianglin said with a certain calmness.
Cheng Jiaoniang nodded and sat down.
"There is nothing we should not say to anyone," she said.
"Then I'm afraid I'll have to talk to more people about my husband." Qin Shisanlang said.
Cheng Jiaoniang and Fan Jianglin both looked at him, one with the same expression, the other with a bit of confusion.
"Someone wrote a letter to impeach Jiang Wenyuan last night," Qin Shisanlang said.
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Gao Lingbo was in his concubine's room being cozy when he was called, so he was a little unhappy.
Today was not a major court meeting, so he was too lazy to attend the Chang Dynasty meeting to see the faces of Chen Shao and others who were presiding over the meeting. Although Chen Shao's expressions these days made him happy, he was tired of eating delicacies all the time, so he took leave and rested at home today.
.
"If you are impeached, just impeach. What's the big deal? Anyone who hasn't been impeached ten or eight times is embarrassed to say that he is a servant. If you take this kind of verbal abuse seriously, are you living longer and going back?"
Gao Lingbo knocked on the boxes angrily and said.
The two officials kneeling in front of them frowned and looked nervous.
"Sir, this time is different," they said.
"Why is it different? Who is it? Which one of Chen Shao's group is it? Are you so scared? What was impeached? Treason or conspiracy?" Gao Lingbo shouted.
"It's Lu Si'an." The two gritted their teeth and said.
Lu Si'an?
"This bastard hasn't left the capital yet?" Gao Lingbo asked after being stunned.
"Originally he was going to leave..." an official said, "We have ordered the staff to urge him to take office..."
"Okay, okay, it's a mortal thing, what are you afraid of?" Gao Lingbo interrupted him, and then he was startled again, "That's not right, how can he be impeached? He is just a foreign official now, it was Chen Shao who did it
?”
Before the two of them could speak, he sneered and raised his hands to flick his sleeves.
"Well done, you went above and beyond to deliver the memorial privately. I just happened to send them to Nanzhou as a companion." He smiled.
"My lord, my lord, it was not delivered by Chen Shao. Lu Si'an slipped through the trap of the inn." An official said hurriedly, "It was passed directly to the emperor as a border emergency report."
Gao Lingbo changed his position and sat up, looking a little puzzled.
"Is this bastard impatient to live and anxious to die?" he said, "Did he find something new to say?"
"There is news from inside. The memorial says that Jiang Wenyuan underestimated foreign enemies, deceived the imperial court, assisted His Majesty in an unethical manner, and the rewards and punishments were unclear, leading to resentment among the soldiers and the people..." an official said.
"Stop, stop, stop." Gao Lingbo interrupted him, tilting his head and looking at the two people, "Is Lu Si'an crazy?"
The two officials looked at each other and shook their heads.
Gao Lingbo suddenly took pictures of several cases, so frightened that the two officials were stunned.
"He's not crazy, so are you stupid?" he shouted, and the gentle anger of the interrupted beauty could no longer be suppressed, "He was kicked out of the capital by His Majesty because he inquired about the northwest reward.
, now he dares to write an impeachment memorial and talk about the Northwest Merit Award. This is a good thing. This is his own death. Why are you so scared that you want to die?"
The two officials sighed and leaned forward.
"Sir, this time he not only presented an impeachment memorial, but also a funeral picture." They said, "A beautiful city sends a hero to his funeral, and all the people cry for justice." [Note 1]
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Monday, first update (*^__^*) Hehe...
Note 1: Taken from the deeds of Zheng Xia in the Song Dynasty, "…. The Xia several times wrote in writing about new laws and harmed Wang Anshi for the people. He did not respond for a long time, and the prison guard came to his door. There was a long drought, and the refugees were carrying people to block the road. They had no clothes and were thrown out.
Locks and weapons are just like selling bricks and tiles to pay for officials.
Xia knew that Anshi could not be remonstrated, and all he saw was a picture, and he sent a memorial to the door, but he was not accepted. He pretended to be secretly urgent, and the people and horses were in the Yinyi Division. Emperor Shenzong felt happy about the plan, and the next day, he issued an edict to see if it could be done.
