The Wanghai Tower shines brightly in the morning glow, and the embankment protecting the river is white on the clear sand.
The sound of waves fills the enlisted member's temple at night, and the willow color spring hides in Su Xiaojia's house.
The red sleeves and weaving damask praise the persimmon stems, and the green flag sells wine while enjoying the pear blossoms.
Who opens the southwest road of Husi? The grass is green and the waist of the skirt is sloping.
There are no tall buildings and no beauties, but this street is also crowded with people. People of different clothes and skin colors mix among them, making it look like a downtown area of later generations.
After several pots of tea went into his stomach, Ge Er was no longer in the mood to drink tea, but Li Ergou and Ge Da drank it with gusto, as if they were tasting the jade dew and nectar given by the emperor.
"Er Gou, don't tell me. The tea that costs just one tael for a pot is delicious. It not only has the fragrance of tea leaves, but also has a sweet taste." Ge Da thought about it in his mouth for a long time before he was willing to swallow it. .
"Yes, if it weren't for Lord Baihu, we wouldn't be able to drink this tea. Thank you for your kindness." Li Ergou paid attention to the well digger and thanked Wang Bushit with fists in his hands.
Excellent people will always find opportunities to flatter them everywhere.
This world never lacks exciting freshness. Faced with Li Ergou's endless flattery, Wang Busheng always feels like a groom every night. Could it be that Li Ergou was a pimp in his previous life.
"Father and mother, it's better to be close to you. By following you, I, Ge Da, can understand what the life of a superior person is. I can drink as much tea as I can for one tael of silver." Ge Da gave full play to the simple and unpretentious character of rural people, Your mouth will be soft if you eat it, and your whole body will be soft if you drink it.
It's human nature to lie. Most of the time, we can't even be honest with ourselves.
Ge Er, whose stomach was full of tea, burped. The tea was good. When he drank the first pot, his mouth had a sweet aroma. When he drank the second pot, the taste was also sweet. But after the third pot, the taste was sweet. After the fourth pot, you can't feel it anymore. By the fifth pot, well, the good tea becomes poison.
Everyone likes beauties, but if there are three thousand beauties and you are lucky enough to be there in a month, you will probably have the urge to kill yourself with a piece of tofu.
"If you like it, come back to my house and give you a few pounds each." Wang Busui is very generous, and he treats his own people the same way.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir. It would be disrespectful for such a small person to refuse." Ge Da and Li Ergou quickly thanked them.
"Hey waiter, I'm exhausted from walking all the way. Please serve me the most expensive tea here," a pleasant voice came.
Wang Bu Shou looked up and said, "Okay, no wonder this voice sounds familiar to me. It turns out to be that girl Jinghao."
"Here you go, girl." A very pretty waiter stepped forward, "Sir, the most expensive tea in this shop is black tea. Do you think it's okay?"
"No," Jinghao refused directly, "My aunt will not drink that bad black tea and let that shameless guy earn money. Give me a pot of Pu'er and some pastries. My aunt is a little hungry."
"Uh, that shameless one should be the shopkeeper. If you look at people, you can see that the shopkeeper looks like a shameless person. Well, that must be the case. I just lent her some money in the morning. "If you are engaged in a noble profession, you will naturally have noble sentiments, and you should know how to be grateful if you are quiet," Wang Bushu thought in his mind,
The greatest accomplishment of older people is to control their desire to criticize young people, although the main reason for social progress is that the next generation does not listen to the previous generation. They have a unified name - rebellion.
"Okay, girl, please wait a moment." The waiter ran to the kitchen, and after a while he came back with a teapot and some pastries, "Girl, this is the tea you ordered, as well as pastries."
Seeing the familiar pastry on the plate, Lao Gao calmed down and pointed at the pastry and asked, "What is this?"
"The girl is from out of town, right?" The waiter in the store said with a smile on his face, "This is a special pastry that has just become popular in Songjiang Prefecture recently, jujube cake. It is made from flour, jujube and white sugar. I heard that the Holy Emperor and several nobles today I like this snack very much. Anyone who comes to Songjiang Prefecture to visit relatives or do business will always take a few kilograms back before taking it away. Nowadays, jujube cakes are very popular in Songjiang Prefecture. Many stores have no stock. If it weren’t for the shopkeeper and the We are friends with Mr. Liu from the snack shop, so our store will not sell jujube cakes."
Well, jujube cake is now an Internet celebrity food in Songjiang Prefecture. If you don’t eat a piece of jujube cake in Songjiang Prefecture, you would be embarrassed to call yourself an Internet celebrity.
"Well, Mr. Liu, I should be referring to Liu Mei. It's wrong to go through the back door to build relationships. Everyone is equal in front of customers and can't be special." Wang Busheng planned to criticize Liu Mei when he went back. Why can't the production of jujube cakes keep up? It’s not like you can’t make money if you have money.
"Remove the jujube cake." Jinghao pushed the jujube cake over and "change it to something else."
"Oh, girls don't like jujube cakes. We also have sesame balls, jelly beans, wife cakes, royal cakes, and even the egg yolk pie that has just been launched in the snack shop. The store also has it."
"Um, why are all the products sold in your store sold by retail workshops?" Jinghao, who has been eating snacks for more than half a year, said that she felt like her aunt was about to come, and her abdomen was bloated.
"Hehe, I'll tell you the truth, girl. Our store is the snack workshop's agent in Dongshi. All the products of the snack workshop can be bought in the store, and only the store has them." At this point, the waiter said with a face It has pride written all over it. Whoever can win the agency of a snack factory now will undoubtedly be holding a rooster that can lay golden eggs. You can wake up from your dreams with a smile.
"Hey, waiter, that girl doesn't want it. Please pack the jujube cake for me," a customer said first.
"Okay, sir, please wait a moment."
If you don't like it, someone will treat it as a treasure. Everyone has value. If you abandon you, you can abandon it. If you cherish you, you can also abandon it. If you can't learn from the dignified sages, just be the sages in the fields. You won't be able to enjoy the prosperity of the big city. We might as well go back to the countryside and pastoral songs. If the world is a script that can't get any worse, we must also work hard to be the best actors.
If you decide to be brilliant, there will be no mountains to cover you and no sea to stop you.
"Come on," Jinghao had long been tired of eating these snacks. She really didn't want to wrong herself, "Waiter, go and buy me a bunch of candied haws."
"Hehe, beauty, if you have any delicious candied haws, follow me, fly in the sky, run on the ground, swim in the water, whatever you want, I can satisfy you." An extremely arrogant person appeared at the door of the store and successfully blocked all the sunlight coming in from the door.
Well, to strike up a conversation with a strange woman like this, could this person be a social cow like the Ming Empire?
The visitor walked to the opposite side of Jinghao, clasped his hands and said, "Li Mubai, a young student, is a scholar of Songjiang Prefecture and has met the girl."
The man walked in, and only then did Wang Busheng see the person clearly.
Although the Ming Empire no longer has strict requirements on what clothes people of different status should wear. For example, merchants cannot wear silk. Although it is fixed in the law, no official will punish you for offending.
However, as a scholar, I have read Confucius and Mencius to know the etiquette, and I insist on what kind of clothes to wear for my fame. The standard uniform of a scholar is to wear a square scarf on the head, a t-shirt, a sash around the waist, and soap boots on the feet. The clothes of this self-proclaimed Songjiang Prefecture scholar obviously did not comply with the regulations. Slightly luxurious. Dark blue Luo robe: The reason is green Luo, the sleeves are wide but not killing. The leather belt is green and decorated with black horns, and the tail hangs down behind.
Looking at this person's appearance, well, except for the fact that he is a little fatter, objectively speaking, this person is still good-looking and has the potential to kill an underage girl instantly.
A strange face appeared in front of her. Jinghao was a little confused and asked, "Do you know me?"
After all, he is a disciple of the elixir doctor, and the doctor is very popular these days, so it is not impossible to meet his former patients in the teahouse.
"We are destined to meet each other thousands of miles away, girl, don't we know each other now?" If you want to flirt with a sister, you have to give up your face first. When you see that classmate Li Mubai is such a master, Li Mubai sits down by himself without waiting for Jinghao to say hello. Next, he poured a cup of tea for Jinghao and placed it gently beside her. Then he poured another cup for himself, gently picked up the tea and took a sip, "This Pu'er tea is better to drink while it's hot."
"I paid for this pot of tea." Jinghao was a little angry because she hated people who took their own things casually.
"Bang" a silver coin was thrown on the waiter's tea tray. Li Mubai said angrily, "Another pot of Pu'er, and a pot of Pu'er tea for all the guests here. It's a treat for this girl."
If you can't fall in love at first sight, then use money to increase your feelings. This is what Li Mubai has always done. Except for the body that sweats a lot after exercise, Li Mubai's face is still very beautiful. In the words of later generations, it is King Kong's. There are also many girls who like this model with a doll-like body and face. Li Mubai has never been satisfied with it, and he is considered to be a person above the clouds in Songjiang Prefecture. Of course, everyone has their own preferences for radish and green vegetables. Some people like white, and some like white. People like black, and there are many girls who don't like Li Mubai's face, but Li Mubai has a way, using money. If you can solve it with money, you don’t have to pay for it emotionally. There are also many ignorant girls who are willing to be fooled.
"Thank you sir for your generosity"
"I didn't expect a scholar to be so bold as a warrior. Thank you for the tea."
If you picked up a pot of tea for nothing, no one would be stingy and praise you a few times against their will. Although they may be thinking that people are stupid and have a lot of money, so I am lucky today.
"Why do people always steal my limelight wherever I appear?" Wang Busheng didn't understand.
I had just had a pot of tea and a piece of cake and successfully conquered the future talented scholar in royal robes. I never thought that this chubby scholar would just invite everyone to drink tea. It is called generosity to make judgments based on superiority and one's own situation is inferior.
"Who is this person"? Wang Busheng asked.
Ge Da, a native of Songjiang Prefecture, explained, "This Li Mubai is the son of Li Bai, the head of the private school in Songjiang Prefecture. He was a scholar who just passed the exam last year."
"His father is the head of a private school in Songjiang Prefecture and the person in charge of sealing. How come his son only passed the scholar examination last year?" Wang Busheng didn't understand. After all, we have the conditions. The third uncle of the village chief's second aunt's cousin has a low-level job. The policy holder is not overdoing it.
It's unreasonable that the principal's son can't get a good student and doesn't have a diploma. Could it be that the principal of the Songjiang Prefecture private school is the reincarnation of Bao Gong? He is strict with himself and never lets his relatives and friends go through the back door. So what is the reason for selling fake certificates? Split personality!
"Your Majesty, you don't know. He is probably afraid of the scholar's power. Ge Da's voice was very low. If Wang Bu was deaf, he might not be able to hear clearly what he said.
"I heard that this Li Mubai was a late bloomer and could not read the year before last."
Um, okay, the patient prescribed Fuyanjie to a male patient. This was a medical malpractice. He gave his illiterate son the title of scholar. I guess Li Bai's few consciences were at fault. It is a matter of course that the people do not take action, the officials do not investigate, and they defraud the court's benefits in a reasonable way. From this, it can be seen that Li Bai, the director of the private school of Songjiang Prefecture, was pretentious.
"I was illiterate the year before last, but I was admitted as a scholar last year. Is this the Wenqu star descending to earth?" Li Ergou was also impressed by the speed of progress. The only explanation was the reincarnation of a god.
"That's not true. Moreover, Li Mubai was awarded the title of scholar by ranking first in Songjiang Prefecture."
"Hey," Ge Er sighed, "I also want to have such a father."
"Remember to earn more money in this life and take it with you when you die," Wang Busui reminded him kindly. After all, there are unspoken rules in the underworld. Wang Bushu is a person who has been there, and he understands.
