Chapter three hundred and ninety third fallen scholar
After coming out of Daming Palace, Guo Song simply went to Dongshi Jubao Pavilion and found Zhang Lei in the lobby. Guo Song said with a smile: "I'm going to leave in a few days. I want to get together with you, but I haven't eaten lunch yet, so I just want to get together with you."
Give you another chance to treat me to a drink."
Zhang Lei rolled his eyes, "I don't care about this kind of opportunity!"
"Okay! Even if you owe me."
Guo Song patted his generous shoulder and said with a smile: "When we were in Kongtong Mountain, you promised to treat me to a drink."
"I don't even know how many times I've invited you to drink."
Zhang Lei said angrily, and he added, "I treat you every time, why can't you treat me just once?"
Guo Song patted himself and said that he had no money. Zhang Lei could only say angrily: "Then you wait, I will go back to the room to get two bottles of wine."
He turned around and walked inside. Guo Song said to shopkeeper Yang Da who was smiling and saying nothing: "My senior brother likes to pretend. He obviously wants to invite me to drink, but he deliberately pretends to be reluctant. Look! He went back to get the wine.
Already."
"Zhang Dongzhu often said that Guo Shijun is his only relative..."
"Listen to his nonsense!"
Guo Song interrupted him and said: "If a man who already has a wife, concubines, two sons and two daughters says something like this, the boss had better not take it too seriously."
Shopkeeper Yang laughed, "Shijun Guo is right!"
Guo Song suddenly remembered something and said to Shopkeeper Yang: "My Bailu Manor will be managed by Jubao Pavilion for me from now on. The manor manager is still the former Manager Jin. He may come to Jubao Pavilion to report tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Jubao Pavilion can appoint him."
As a steward, his monthly salary is set at 20 guan, and at the end of the year, he will be given a reward of 20 guan, which will be deducted from my account."
Shopkeeper Yang nodded, "Don't worry, Sir! I will send an accountant to the manor regularly to keep accounts and audit, to ensure that there will be no problems."
At this time, Zhang Lei came out excitedly carrying two bottles, "Lao Wu, let's go!"
Guo Song told Zhang Lei what had just happened again. Zhang Lei waved his hand impatiently and said: "It's a small matter, I will arrange it. It's more serious to go drink quickly."
The two came to Jinchang Restaurant. Zhang Lei had a private seat by the window on the second floor. The two sat down. Zhang Lei ordered more than a dozen dishes, while Guo Song asked his two men to eat downstairs. Boss Zhang would meet later.
and checkout.
Zhang Lei was already used to Guo Song's shameless flattery and was too lazy to talk about him again.
"When are you leaving?" Zhang Lei asked, filling a glass of wine for him.
"On February 12th, I won't be able to come back until at least next year."
"Haha, you should be a father by then!"
"maybe!"
Guo Song drank the wine in one gulp, "I will drink Shouchun wine again today, and I will switch to Zhangye wine from now on."
Zhang Lei's eyes lit up. The quality of the fine Zhangye wine is also very good, no less than that of Lingzhou wine. They have tried several times to purchase goods from Zhangye and use the brand name of Meishou wine to make up for the lack of Lingzhou wine production. However,
If he couldn't find a way out, his brother would be appointed governor of Ganzhou. Isn't this a God-given opportunity?
He hurriedly said: "We have already agreed that the three major wineries in Zhangye will have Meishou Winery to get involved no matter what."
Guo Song also heard Li Wenyu talk about wanting to have channels to buy high-quality Zhangye wine. He nodded, "I'll try my best!"
Zhang Lei's eyes widened, "It's not about trying our best, it's about making sure. Now that wine is selling well, we are eager to find channels everywhere."
Guo Song smiled and said: "In two years, Yang Xiangguo will implement a liquor franchise. You should be careful."
Zhang Lei waved his hand, "Yang Xiangguo has come up with a plan a few days ago. In fact, it has little impact. It is that the koji cakes used for wine making must be purchased from the government, and then to sell wine, you must apply for a brand from the government. Each brand must pay 100 yuan per year.
The price ranges from 1,000 guan to 3,000 guan. Not only does the wine shop have to buy this brand, but the restaurant also has to buy it. Otherwise, they can't sell wine. The main ones here are the workshops that make jiuqu cakes. They are basically going bankrupt. There are still drinkers.
We also have to pay more money. These wine taxes are ultimately borne by the drinkers and have little impact on us. On the contrary, the court will encourage drinking in order to collect more taxes."
Guo Song was a little surprised. He remembered that Yang Yan introduced the wine tasting system several years after Li Shi ascended the throne. Unexpectedly, it was introduced earlier. This also illustrates the financial difficulties of the Tang Dynasty.
At this moment, there was a sudden noise behind him. Guo Song quickly turned around and saw a group of scholars gathered around the wall applauding. Zhang Lei frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "More and more scholars have come to Chang'an to take the imperial examination recently."
The more people get drunk, the more they write poems on the wall every day, leaving a wall full of mess."
Guo Song was somewhat interested. This was the first time he saw the legendary poem on the wall.
At this time, the scholars shouted one after another: "This poem is too pessimistic. There is no imperial examination yet. How can you be prepared to fail in the exam? It's really boring! It's boring!"
The scholars all went back to their seats, except for one scholar who wrote poetry, who continued to write poems.
Guo Song was somewhat interested. He walked up with a wine glass and saw a poem written on the wall. Interestingly, the name of the poem was "Lost". No wonder the scholars were dissatisfied. It is estimated that the shopkeeper will order it tonight.
If you whitewash the wall and leave it alone, who will dare to come and drink?
It's hard for the dawn moon to be light, and it's hard for people to be sad.
Who said everything is prosperous in spring, only frost on the leaves can be seen.
The eagle owl loses its momentum and the wren flies falsely.
Abandoned again and again, love is like a sword wound.
Signed: Mengjiao, Huzhou
Guo Song was startled. He turned out to be Meng Jiao. He looked at the man writing the poem and saw that he was about thirty years old. He was wearing a coarse cloth gown. His body was thin and his face was sickly. He looked a little malnourished and had the middle of his hand.
A glass of wine, writing a poem, unscrupulously, quite a bit bohemian.
The shopkeeper next to him was holding ink, his face turned into an eggplant with pain, and he wanted to put a plate of ink on this scholar's head. He had to go to Jinbang High School to write. Who the hell wants to read a failing poem? It's so unlucky.
.
"Brother Meng is studying at Han's Academy in Luoyang, right?" Guo Song asked with a smile.
He heard from his wife Xue Tao that there was a talented poet named Meng Jiao who was very good at writing poems in his grandfather's academy. He was also his grandfather's favorite disciple. He came from a poor family and was extremely filial to his mother.
Of course Guo Song knew that Meng Jiao, the famous poet of the Tang Dynasty and the one who wrote "The Wandering Son", spent his whole life in poverty.
Meng Jiao tilted his head and looked at Guo Song for a long time, "How did you know I was studying at Han's Academy?"
Guo Song smiled lightly and said: "Han Daru is my wife's grandfather!"
Meng Jiao suddenly realized, pointed at Guo Song and said: "Haha! So you are the husband of Xue Xiaocai Nu. I heard that she was married. We all said that a flower would be inserted into a pile of cow dung. It turns out it is you!"
Guo Song rolled his eyes, "Brother Meng, do you think I look like cow dung?"
"Just kidding, cow dung is actually quite good. At least it can be used as fertilizer, and it can be used as fuel when dried. If you are lucky, you can plant flowers. Unlike rat dung like us, it is useless except for being annoying.
"
Meng Jiao put down the pen and said, "Shopkeeper, that's it!"
"That doesn't count!"
The shopkeeper said angrily: "I agree that you can write a good poem to pay for the wine. Who asked you to write a bad poem? No, the wine must be paid, and you have to be responsible for restoring the wall to its original state!"
Meng Jiao shook his head disdainfully and said to Guo Song: "One hundred thousand talented people have passed the Jinshi examination, but only a few dozen can reach high school. Who among these drunkards will not fail, but they are unwilling to listen to the truth, and their loyal advice is offensive to their ears!"
He looked at Guo Song, rubbed his hands, and said sheepishly: "I just arrived in Chang'an today. Unexpectedly, several of my friends have gone out. I am really short of money. Can you lend me a few dollars to help me out?"
Guo Song burst out laughing. This Meng Jiao was really unique and unique. He came to Chang'an to take the exam without any money. For the sake of his wife, he could help him.
Thinking of this, he smiled at the shopkeeper again and said: "This scholar's wine money will be counted on our heads. I suggest you keep this wall and cover it with a piece of cloth first. After the imperial examination results are released, it will probably be able to recruit people."
There are a lot of drinkers.”
Meng Jiao clapped and laughed, "Brother Guo Xian said it well!"
"Brother Meng knows my surname is Guo?"
"How could I not know!"
Meng Jiao said with a smile: "Your name has long been written on the body of the villain by the scholars of the academy, and you are hiding in the room and pricking it with needles! Who asked you to marry the talented girl Xue?"
Guo Song's face twitched, this was too cruel!
He brought Meng Jiao to the table and introduced him to Zhang Lei. When Meng Jiao heard that the fat man in front of him was the owner of Meishou Wine, Meng Jiao's eyes became hot and he called Zhang Lei one by one, calling him very affectionate.
Song thought of Han Chonggong, that overzealous old man who still refused to go back and sat in Meishou Wine Shop every day to teach Zhang Lei's son to read!
Guo Song asked Zhang Lei to take ten taels of gold to pay for Meng Jiao. He also took out a famous post and handed it to Meng Jiao. He smiled slightly and said: "If Brother Meng wants to write a poem about the frontier, you might as well come to Ganzhou and find me after you fail!"
Meng Jiao looked at the words "Lingwu County Duke, Yinqing Guanglu Doctor, Ganzhou Governor Guo Song" on the name card and couldn't help but be stunned.