On the Yanhe River, the waves were sparkling, and two morning and evening ships crossed upstream.
The 'solar sails' they erect have a halo of mist, which not only absorbs light energy to drive the ship, but also has the effect of blocking light and sun. Even in the hot afternoon, the deck is still cool and pleasant.
Several young poets were lying on bamboo slaves to enjoy the coolness, drinking iced drinks and playing cards.
The so-called 'Bamboo Slave', also known as the Bamboo Lady, is a hollow mesh bamboo product, which is equivalent to making bamboo mats into various shapes. The slender cylindrical shape can be placed on the bed to sleep on, and the flat-chested rectangular shape can be put up to lie on.
Sleeping, because it is so practical, is deeply loved by all social classes.
While chatting, my companion suddenly asked: "When did Brother Qu get up this morning?"
Shiqu waved his hand: "Don't mention it. I haven't been to the ground these days. My head is dizzy from wandering around. It's only now that the sun is hotter that I feel energetic. I'm basically sleeping the rest of the time.
I woke up almost noon."
"Hey, then you must not have seen how miserable the Qin family members are."
"Qinjia? They are also on board?"
"Don't you know? Our eldest young master emptied most of the best cabin just to wait for the Qin family's people to come."
"Don't the Qin family have many factories and shops in Xuanzhu? Why don't they—"
"Haha, your information is really ill-informed," the young poet laughed loudly: "There was a riot in Xuanzhu County last night. The inner city was almost burned to the ground. I don't know how many merchants and nobles were ruined by those mud-legged people. Hey
, The people of the Qin family were smart enough to transport their money out of the county in advance, and as soon as the riot broke out, they packed all their wealth into our poet's ship."
Someone else said: "In the morning, I saw that the eldest son of the Qin family seemed to be seriously injured and unconscious. He was carried on the boat by his servants. I'm afraid he was already disabled."
"If it hadn't been for our poet's ship, he would have been caught by those mud-legged people long ago."
"Hey, tell me, if the young master of the Qin family is sold to the Ruby Sea, what level will he be at?"
"At least he's a top oiran!"
"Hahaha." Everyone in the poet family laughed, talking about the downfall of the eldest son of the Qin family made them feel extremely happy.
It's no wonder that they talk behind people's backs. After all, the Shiqin family has always been on good terms. Qin Yueyin and Qin Yueyang are almost the names of Qin Yueshi. They are almost a role model for the younger generation of poets. For them, Qin Yueyin is even more important.
It's just like other people's children. When their parents scold him, they basically use "Look at the Qin family's Qin Leyin"...
In addition, Qin Leyin has flaming red hair, gorgeous clothes, gloomy makeup, and a mysterious temperament. His appearance is a unique standard in the entire Xuanzhu County, and countless noble ladies are in love with him.
Every time Qin Leyin visited the poet, almost all of the girls in the poet's family were born before their elder brothers. How could this not make the young poets envious and jealous?
It would be fine if Qin Le Yin is a libertine by nature, so everyone can say, "He's just a silver gun and candle holder," and even play with him and build a deep male friendship through intimate activities.
However, Qin Yue was very strict with himself, never entering or leaving Hongmeng place, and he did not even have a fiancée. He concentrated on running the Qin Family Chamber of Commerce, and almost threatened to become Xuanzhu's Sixth Chamber of Commerce, which made it even more difficult for the Shi family members, who were in decline, to accept it.
Brother Yan knocked on the table, "Except for the three brothers and sisters, there are only a dozen or so subordinates left in the Qin family. They have no one left. But our poets are highly regarded by the Statistics Department of Yanjing. Who is better than the other?"
Weak, it’s obvious at a glance.”
"Once the fuss gets bigger, everyone will know that the Qin family only has a few kittens left, but they bring a large fortune. In other words, our Shiqin family is on good terms, and we can at most charge him some traveling expenses. If it were other
People named Qin have long been fed to fish."
"Even if the head of the family and Brother Feng don't support us, don't the other clan members also support us? We have close relatives on one side and friends in trouble on the other. How can the head of the family and Brother Feng sell us back?"
Seeing that everyone was a little excited, Brother Yan struck while the iron was hot: "You have to know that the poet's money is in charge of the big house. We can only get some regular money. When we get to Yanjing, we may have to save money and work hard again; but this kind of
We all have a chance to get rid of the windfall, and if the Qin family leaks a little bit of soup, it will be enough for us to enjoy Yanjing for a while."
"Even if this doesn't happen, we will lose a little face at most; if it does, even if our uncles openly scold us, they will definitely think we did a good job secretly."
"If we miss this great opportunity..." Brother Yan glanced at the red-haired young man at the stern of the boat: "Then we really deserve to be inferior to the three Qin Leyin brothers and sisters in this life."
"When the time comes when we save money and work hard again, don't be jealous of the three brothers and sisters who can squander the Qin family's huge wealth and live in debauchery."
These words, both in and out of words, really aroused the anger of the young people, aroused their greed, dug out their jealousy, and even reminded them of the pain of being crushed by others since they were young.
"Let's go, Brother Yan, I listen to you!"
"Let's go, let Qin know whose territory this ship belongs to!"
"Yes, there is a saying in "Youth Daily" that is right, don't worry about scarcity, but worry about inequality!"
"Is this sentence used here...?"
The poet's young people walked towards the stern of the ship one after another, and the nearby men and sailors didn't pay attention, thinking it was the young people's play.
They surrounded the red-haired young man, and Brother Yan whistled: "Hey, Qin Leyin!"
One second passed.
Two seconds passed.
Three seconds passed.
The red-haired young man suddenly turned to look at them, his face full of sleepy confusion:
