As soon as Liu Fan entered the door, he handed Jiang Liang a mirror.
"You are just trying to survive in troubled times, and you haven't looked in the mirror for a long time." He said, "Take a good look at your appearance."
Jiang Liang looked at the old face in the mirror, put on a few deep expressions, and unearthed the memories from the past: "I was indeed very charming when I was young. I remember that many women called me immortal when I walked on the street.
The young lady is really an immortal, she can see that my past is extraordinary."
This old guy is so shameless, Liu Fan sighed, otherwise he wouldn't compete with him for business and throw dog feces under his table.
"What do you want to do with us, young madam?" He stopped talking nonsense with Jiang Liang and frowned.
Jiang Liang sat down and picked up the large porcelain teacup on the table. This was the teacup that had been on hand when he was first arrested. When Mrs. Wu Hao arranged for them to live here, this teacup also came with her.
Such a big teacup is simply not a teacup. Drinking tea is an elegant thing. You need to taste the water, smell the fragrance, and observe the color. You need to drink it all in one gulp, and you still have to drink it again and feel satisfied. Drinking tea while guarding a vat is like cattle drinking.
But as his mouth, tongue, eyes and smell deteriorate with age, it doesn't make much difference to him whether the tea has a strong aroma, a light sweetness or a bitter taste, and whether the color is green or dark black. However, the various famous teas he has drunk before have different tastes.
I can no longer remember it.
For him, tea has only one taste left after passing through his mouth, the taste of water, and drinking tea has only one function, to quench his thirst.
This teapot is more suitable for drinking tea.
The more he uses it, the more he likes it, and he doesn't leave it without it these days.
"Didn't she say, let us think about what we can do." Jiang Liang said.
"What are you thinking about?" Liu Fan frowned and was a little annoyed, "Why didn't you say something clearly? Is she looking down on others?"
Jiang Liang pushed the mirror to Liu Fan: "Take a look at yourself. Is there anything that makes her admire you? Is it more beautiful than that Lian Xiaojun?"
Moreover, even though Xiaojun was so beautiful, he was escorted out of Guangzhou Mansion by Mrs. Wu with five hundred soldiers. If he could be respected by Mrs. Wu, he could come back. If he couldn't do something that Mrs. Wu could respect, he could come back.
Well, no one will see him again in this life.
Liu Fan held the mirror in his hand: "Even Xiaojun still has a face, what do we have? Literary letters home written to those refugees looking for their relatives?"
In fact, the letters they wrote were not thoughtful. They were divided into several categories: parents, children, wives, and concubines. The words and sentences were all the same. This way, they could write quickly and make money quickly.
How could Mrs. Wu think that they were extraordinary talents and invite them to her house as guests?
Is he a hanger-on?
They didn't dare to think like this in the past two days. Until today, they followed Mrs. Wu to the front hall of the government office. Sitting next to Mrs. Wu, they saw the officials in charge of various affairs of Guangzhou Prefecture and heard discussions about relations between Guangzhou and Guangzhou.
Important matters concerning the government and people's livelihood.
No one was surprised or puzzled by these two strangers, and it seemed that they couldn't see their existence, but that was definitely not contempt. Jiang Liang tested it and asked a stupid question. The official didn't have any contempt for it seriously.
answer.
"I mean, if she wants us to be her clients, just say it directly. What does that mean?" Liu Fan said in a deep voice.
Jiang Liang held the tea cup and took a sip of tea. His breath was light. It was almost the New Year and the weather was getting colder, but the room was as warm as spring.
"She said, let us not think about what she does, but think about what we want to do." He said, "Now it is not that she wants us to be her customers, but whether we want to be her customers."
Doorman?
Do they want to be hangers-on?
Do they want to live an ignoble existence in this troubled world, or do they want to settle down and make achievements?
Do they want the civil and martial arts they have learned to belong to the emperor's family? Or do they want to put aside the arrogance of scholars and belong to a woman?
Liu Fan was silent, and the atmosphere in the room seemed to be stagnant. Then Jiang Liang took a sip of tea and broke the stasis.
"Whether we want it or not is up to us." Jiang Liang said, holding the teacup in both hands, "If you don't want to, just don't do anything."
Liu Fandao: "What if you want to?"
Jiang Liang looked at him: "Then think carefully about how we can become Mrs. Wu's disciples."
Now it's not that Mrs. Wu wants them to be her disciples, but whether they want to be Mrs. Wu's disciples.
They think about it first, and then whether Mrs. Wu thinks about it or not.
"We don't have Lian Xiaojun's face or the skills of those knight-errants. If we want Mrs. Wu to think, we have to do something." Jiang Liang said.
Liu Fan sneered and said: "You also said, firstly, you have no face, and secondly, you have no skills, what can you do in this troubled world?"
Jiang Liang blew the hot air from the tea vat towards him: "Of course I want to be a person who is wise enough to strengthen the country, brave enough to intimidate the enemy, who is afraid of the princes when he is angry, and who lives peacefully and the world is peaceful."
Liu Fan smashed the mirror into his arms: "You'd better take a good look at yourself! You stinky teacher, you've had a few good meals and you still think of yourself as Zhang Yi and Su Qin!"
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Li Minglou didn't care why Liu Fan and Jiang Liang were worried. She didn't talk to Liu Fan and Jiang Liang much, and she couldn't talk. She and them talked about the previous life, and this life is different from that one.
It's not certain whether I can speak again.
Jiang Liang's guess was correct. She didn't want them to be her guests just yet. She just wanted to see them. She hadn't decided what to see yet, or maybe she wanted to see if they were the same as in her previous life.
Do you just tell stories after the fact, or something else.
So she took them to listen to the government affairs, and asked about what that life said about Li Mingyu's ascension to the throne. When she heard Jiang Liang and Liu Fan say similar words to those in that life, she couldn't help but laugh.
It's interesting, isn't it? She is not her in this life, they are still them.
As for whether the two of them could have other affairs, that was none of her business, and she didn't bother about it.
What needs to be taken care of is the crisis of aristocratic families in Gwangju Prefecture.
"I don't think they will regress," the prefect said with a sigh.
Li Minglou smiled and said, "Can't you bear it anymore?"
The magistrate immediately straightened his back and said, "How could it be possible? I was not afraid of them during the peaceful times, and I am even less afraid of them during the troubled times. It should be them who are afraid."
After saying that, he bent down again.
"But it seems that these people are gritting their teeth and being cruel. I'm afraid that the people won't be able to bear it."
"Don't worry, sir. The common people are weak and the slightest hint of trouble can make them upset, but they are the most tenacious and can persevere as long as there is a glimmer of hope." Li Minglou said, "Don't say that these aristocratic families are just pretending to threaten us.
If they really want to leave, they should leave."
That's it. The prefect's expression changed. He really wanted to let them go. There were quite a few of them.
Li Minglou said: "After they left, we lost our source of money. Money is very important, but it cannot determine our life or death."
It's not that she can't live without these aristocratic families in Guangzhou Prefecture, it's just that they are right in front of her and she just uses them as long as she can reach out. With these money and resources, she can feed her soldiers and more people, and they
Spending money and resources won't kill you.
Of course, she wouldn't say that this was a happy thing for everyone, it was just the most reasonable thing from her point of view, but from the perspective of the wealthy families, she was a robber and an enemy.
It doesn't matter, she doesn't need them to love her or hate her, she's not afraid, as long as she can survive.
There are many ways to get money. Even if Xiaojun goes to do business for her, even if it doesn't work, she still has the final protection of Jiannan Road.
In the past, getting money from Jiannan Road was done secretly, so it was very inconvenient, but now there is Han Xu.
Han Xu went to Jiannan Road, and Mrs. Wu saved his life. Mrs. Wu was now poor. She had no money to buy rare treasures, no money to wear clothes and jewelry, and she couldn't even afford the attendants. She asked him to serve as a swordsman.
It's not too much to ask for Nan Dao to get some money and send it, right?