"Sighing for morning tea" is the most enjoyed repertoire of the leisure class in Guangzhou. Even during the extraordinary period when the thieves entered the city and the king's flag changed on the city wall, the shopkeepers of the major teahouses in the city still proudly displayed the words "open today" Card. ;乐;文;Novel www.lw＋xs.com Before six o'clock in the morning, there were already piles of steamers filled with smoke in front of the door, and the room was still bustling and it was hard to find a table.
Of course, "morning tea" is not literally just for a hearty breakfast. It is a common way of communication for Guangzhou people. Just like teahouses in the north, teagoers from all over the world carry birdcages covered with blue silk cloth or bring a few "bone dragons" to call Three or five close friends found a clean seat. After receiving the greetings, they said goodbye to their seats and asked, "Congratulations on getting rich." Porridge is boiling in the pot, and of course, a pot of tea is essential. After these necessary procedures are completed, formal communication will begin. This is called "嬦欬", and in the north it is called "Talk about Dashan" or "Pull the Dragon Gate Formation". Like its brothers with different names, this is a way of exchanging information, focusing on current affairs and social news. Naturally, it contains a lot of nonsense and unreliable stuff, but people who are interested can still get something from it.
The biggest recent news in Guangzhou City is that the Kun thief officially broke up with the imperial court and broke up the city of Guangzhou, and also appointed a prince named Liu. When it comes to the news about Mr. Liu, it is like catching fish one after another in the Pearl River. The novelty of the big event that could make the "know-it-all" in the teahouse blush and splash with tears has not yet worn off. Another piece of more exciting news came forward, directly replacing its predecessor's position of infinite glory. A few days ago, the freshness of the news that Mr. Liu quickly cut off the subordinate staff who had been harming him for a long time has not worn off. What we talked about in the teahouse today was another matter.
"How many bosses are there?" A fat man with a big smile started chatting as soon as he took a sip of tea. "A few days ago, there was Chengxuan Street, oh, the short-haired guy shoveled the dirt, Ah Zhu, oh. Boss Zhang, you know it. The owner of Qingyun Noodle Shop, most of the house was shoveled, Hey, it’s so noisy that I’m going to hang my neck. Niban is on the street, it’s so exciting to give birth to a baby without shit. (These bastards really don’t have a butthole to give birth to a baby.”
Everyone nodded after hearing this, except for a young man in Tsing Yi who looked at everyone without knowing why. Boss Zhang is an old man with a green beard and Qi Shengcai, and he is also dressed in the best clothes. He said to the younger generation in Mandarin: "He said that the entire Chengxuan Street has been demolished by the Australians in the past few days. Where is Boss Zhu, who is a fan of Qingyun? Ah, that is also the younger generation I took care of, and most of the house has been demolished. , they are making trouble to hang themselves." The young man suddenly realized. He nodded again and again. Boss Zhang turned to the fat man and said in Mandarin: "Boss Wang, this Mr. Li is a maritime businessman from South China. He is the young boss of our regular customer Hengxiang. Please be more considerate."
The fat man's face turned slightly red, and he stood up with the tea cup in his hands. He said in Mandarin: "Don't blame me, Boss Li, if you offend me. Brother, I'll give you tea instead of wine. I'll punish myself with one cup." Xiao Li quickly stood up and groped on the table three times. He grabbed the tea cup, held it up and said, "Don't dare, brother, I have just arrived in this precious land, so I have to ask you to take care of me. Another day, brother, I will prepare a banquet, and ask all the bosses to get drunk before resting." The two of them started fighting.
A lean-looking man next to him took over and said, "Is the short-haired guy rich? There are so many guys making money."
The fat man wiped the corner of his mouth with his robe sleeve and said, "I don't want to tie it! I have a friend who tied it to the horse in Nanhai County. He said that the short-haired guy piled up all the money-making guys in the school yard in the east of the city. You can pay whatever fine you want." You can take it back. The ones you took apart three days ago are still intact."
Boss Zhang twisted his beard and nodded and said: "It is rare to do what you say; it is even rarer to have clear rewards and punishments."
The man sneered and said: "How rare? Are you a friend? You don't know how much he has made. No one in the world knows that this is when your friend is looking for money. If you don't pay attention to how many taels of silver you hide, don't pay attention to that. Steal a few taels of gold."
"Shit, you're a plague cow!" The fat man was furious and banged the table. "You can eat and talk indiscriminately, but you can eat and talk indiscriminately. You can insult my fat boy Shu, but you can't (can!) but you can't insult my friend. He is a filial son (he is A filial son, if he didn’t listen to his mother’s advice to be kind and friendly to others and make money, you’ve been demolishing your rotten doghouse for a long time! "
"Boss Wang, A Niu! Stop arguing! Come on, let's have a bun." Boss Zhang hurriedly stepped in to smooth things over and put a barbecued pork bun into the bowl. The plague-stricken cow simply went down the slope and ate the buns, while the fat man kept chattering.
"Boss Li, it's not my fat boy Shu's fault. If my friend had been a scum like a plague cow and caused trouble to the neighbors, he would have been swinging for Liu Taizun a long time ago. It's because he has always been diligent and done good things, and he is mediocre. Only those who have lived a good life are retained. What he said about the whole operation, oh, these are the words of the short-haired guy. They are public servants. They didn’t hide bricks and tiles secretly. They sealed them all and sent them to the school grounds. Who? Whoever dares to swing on the swing will not even get paid for their hard work. If you are prosperous, your mother will be rewarded!"
"This Australian has a new attitude." Boss Zhang said, nodding his fingers. "In addition to the bad rules, there is less extortion, official business is handled openly, and rewards and punishments are clear. It will be much easier for us small businessmen who rely on their own abilities to do business."
"That's true." Boss Li, who had always been at a loss, took over from Boss Zhang. "Kun... Australians seem to have the Midas touch to turn stone into gold. Business is easy to do wherever they go. I heard from my father that in the past, when doing business across the sea, he had to buy the face of the sea owners, and every year the filial piety gifts would take up 50% of the income. Otherwise. In due time, all the people and ships were destroyed. When the Australians came, they took Liu Xiang and defeated Lao Zheng. From the south to Guangzhou, the whole area was unimpeded, and the profit more than doubled. What a pity, how to do this... "He looked around and whispered when no one was paying attention. "What a treasonous act!"
Everyone sighed in unison when they heard the pain.
As for how long the red flag can be flown, not only them, but also the entire gentry and common people in Guangzhou Prefecture are waiting to see. After all, the imperial court has accumulated prestige for a long time and is an unshakable existence to these common people. Although they have no feelings for this court that only wants to take cards, if the heavenly soldiers arrive, they will all be turned into powder regardless of good or bad. The thieves can get on the boat and run away, but they can't escape even if they have wings.
"Yeah. I'm sorry... everyone knows that the plague cow department specializes in selling chicken porridge to short-haired soldiers. I've told him many times not to do the short-haired soldier business. Yes. When the time comes, we’ll wash it (it’s hard to say whether it will be washed or not, but the cattle with plague will be washed for sure.”
"What do you know!" The plague-infected cow was unhappy, and said with a arrogant look, knocking on the table. "I'm telling you, unless the short-haired guy leaves on his own, ten of the crooked, short-haired soldiers in the imperial court can't defeat him."
"You know how to blow!"
"Hey! Fat boy Shu, do you remember what I did before?"
"The chicken is here, you're the one who's going to be the leader."
"Okay. Do you admit that I am a knowledgeable person? I tell you, we can't compare to any other firearms or cannons, but the murderous aura of the short-haired soldiers, Guan Ning's army, even the flattering horses can't keep up. The awesome blows are full of invincible things. A prisoner is only worthy of carrying night scent." The plague-stricken cow opened his shirt and pointed at a long centipede-like scar on his belly. "Fat boy Shu! Back then I fought with He Zhen against Lingao. Would I be afraid of you jumping on the street? When we fought against Shishan, tens of thousands of my brothers fought hand-to-hand with hundreds of people and lost completely! Give me back They chased people for dozens of miles like a duck. I've been in prison for a short-haired guy, but you're like a bastard? You have to keep your mouth open.
Everyone was speechless after hearing this. They couldn't help but imagine what a spectacular scene it would be to have hundreds of people chasing tens of thousands of people running through the streets, and they couldn't help but take a breath.
"So, Kun... isn't it ridiculous to say that Australians are only good at firearms?" Boss Li suddenly felt like a frog in a well.
"Who said that on the street? Even if the short-haired soldiers are against the Donglu, they are not allowed to use firecrackers and artillery. I will win against the short-haired soldiers."
"If it is true as A Niu said, it is not impossible for Australians to live in Guangdong."
"More than that. The short-haired man said that they are descendants of the Song Dynasty. It would not be surprising if they returned to Kaifeng and became emperor."
As he was talking, a burst of gong sounds suddenly came from outside. Everyone in the room stopped talking. The tea house's waiter hurried out to see what was going on. It turned out that the sign in the gate of the south gate was beating the gong. Seeing the waiter coming out, he said: "Another army from heaven is going to pass through the street. Don't be alarmed. We would like to watch the excitement on the white line instead of walking on the street. You know?" (In a moment, the army will pass through the street. I've been there before, don't panic. Those who want to watch the excitement should watch inside the white lines, and don't go out onto the street.
"bright."
The player beat the gong again and went forward. When the waiter came back and talked to the people in the room, everyone suddenly had a new topic. The plague cow said: "I wonder why someone is pushing a cart along the street to paint limestone so early in the morning. It turns out that it is sent for this purpose!"
"After fighting, why do we have to fight again?" Chajuli was talking about it.
"I see that the river is full of Kun...Australian military ships, large and small, heading up the Xijiang and Beijiang rivers. Will there be another troop crossing this time?"
"Probably we have to fight all the way to Nanxiong, and close the gate of Wuling. The imperial army cannot come down, and the senate closes the door to become emperor."
"I don't know whether this Song Dynasty is the 'Southern' Song Dynasty or the 'Guangdong' Song Dynasty?" (To be continued.)
