Qianqi Lake
In the evening, bullock carts arrived one by one, and were then taken to the lake for painting by small boats. It was very lively, and the breeze carried the fragrance of flowers. They were all well-dressed scholars, many of whom looked intoxicated.
"The night scene of a thousand chess pieces begins from now on."
Often at this time, the boatman driving the boat can get a lot of rewards in one night. Although they are in a lowly position, their eyes are very poisonous and they can identify which ones are scholars who have swollen their faces to pretend to be fat, and which ones are young men with good family backgrounds, even if they are wearing Even if you deliberately conceal your identity, you can still spot one or two.
No, Wang Laoer had just taken his eldest son to row a boat and sent two brothers on board. Passing by was an old acquaintance who was doing the same business. He caught a glimpse of the old man carrying a young man on the boat. Looking at his clothes and the folding fan, he immediately I understand that he is a young man.
"Not those old Juren who only eat tofu and vegetables."
Although the people in Juren were all poor, it was difficult and expensive to leave their hometown and reach the capital. Many people in Juren did not dare to waste their money, but this man was obviously not a rich man.
He also knew that there might be rewards later, and Wang Laoer was a little envious.
"That bitch, he got a high-roller ride for him again... Hey!"
Just thinking about it, Wang Laoer suddenly raised his head and stared. He stopped talking, and a look of surprise filled his eyes. It turned out that there was a shadow of a bird flying towards him. Flying closer in a blink of an eye, it turned out to be a gray pigeon, but it was more than twice the size of an ordinary pigeon.
"Gray pigeon." Wang Laoer murmured, and took it calmly. He took a piece of paper at his feet, unfolded it, and saw only a few words.
"Go back, let's go to the shore and wait for someone." Wang Laoer said immediately, and threw a small fish over. The gray pigeon bit it and swallowed it immediately.
Then it spread its wings and flew away, not afraid of the many hawks in the capital and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
"Dad, are there any errands up there?" the eldest son asked in a low voice.
"Not bad." Wang Lao'er kept silent. When the boat arrived at the shore, he looked around. He didn't wait for long. As soon as he turned his eyes, Wang Lao'er's eyes lit up.
Three people came up the embankment. In front of them were two literati, one of whom was wearing a Juren costume and holding a Han jade pendant sandalwood folding fan in his hand!
The man holding the umbrella for the young man was a middle-aged man with a bookish look on his face. He was at least a scholar. He was followed by a handsome man. He looked more like a follower with skills than a scholar.
This is not only rich, but also powerful. It seems to be the goal.
Wang Laoer's eyes once again fell on the young Juren in front of him. Even though he was a big boss, he still felt like he was trimming his eyebrows. He thought to himself: "If the woman in the boat saw her, she would be willing to kiss her."
Wang Laoer looked at it, and the three of them had already arrived. He hurriedly greeted the three of them and smiled apologetically: "Master, are you going to attend a cultural gathering?"
"Exactly." Su Ziji, who was asked by Wang Laoer, glanced at the several boats far away in the middle of the lake and said, "You still need to bother taking us there."
"Oh, sir, a villain can't afford to be troublesome. This is what a villain should do. Please come on board." Wang Laoer bowed hurriedly and said.
These small boats are originally related to the Huafang of Qianqi Lake. Even if there is no reward, as long as they carry passengers and pull in sheep, the Huafang will give them money at the end of the day.
The small boat can accommodate five or six people. In addition to the father and son who are punting the boat, it can accommodate three people from Su Zi. All three of them know the water and are naturally not afraid of capsizing. But even so, Bo Yan and Ye Dao Ren were not interested in looking at the surrounding scenery and were a little wary. Standing next to Su Ziji.
Wang Laoer looked at Yilin and immediately signaled to his son: "Be careful, he is a noble man."
Su Ziji was standing on the bow of the boat. At this time, a slight drizzle fell. In this weather, not only was it not cold, but the coolness on the face was very refreshing. At this time, the sun was setting and the night was getting darker. Watermelon lanterns were lit on each boat. , sailing slowly in the breeze and drizzle.
Not far away is the lotus. Although it is not as clear as daytime, lanterns are hung on both the embankment and the boat on the lake. The drizzle falls slantingly, only slightly wetting the clothes and hair, so it does not affect people's view of the scenery, even on the boat. Look, this light rainy night scene is even more arousing.
A clear sky is covered with green moss, and a boat is sailing outside the crystal curtain.
The west wind blows the hibiscus dew, and only the fragrance of autumn comes to sit down.
A melodious song floated on the misty lake, and you could still hear the laughter inside. Su Ziji stood on the bow of the boat, the evening breeze ruffling the hem of his clothes, and his thoughts fluctuated.
"The so-called Mi Mi music is just like this. It's really a prosperous scene."
If you were an ordinary official, you might still think that "business girls don't know the hatred of the country's subjugation, but they still sing in the backyard across the river." But Su Zi, who is a 16th-level government official, naturally knows that the country's decline and failure are mostly due to the system, and the smaller part is due to the king. , what does it have to do with business girls?
A businesswoman sings and a dancer melodies, this is her duty and her way of making a living, so why should she question it?
"It's just that this country is picturesque, who is in charge of the ups and downs?"
"It depends on Wen Xin Diao Long's ability."
Su Ziji was deep in thought as he passed by the painting boat. The smallest one had a cabin that could accommodate dozens of people. The largest one had three floors. The sound of singing and piano kept coming from the painting boat.
The Qianqi Lake Cultural Festival is held on the largest boat. If you get close, you can see that the three-story boat has carved beams and columns. There are actually corridors surrounding the boat, and you can lean on the railings and look out.
Some of the carved and hollow wooden windows were pushed open, and some were half-open. The sound of the piano came from inside, which was more luxurious than the several boats that had just passed by. Moreover, the singing was also coming from here. It can be seen that even the same singer would be invited here. The singer is also more advanced.
"Sir, we're here." Wang Laoer rowed the boat to the boat. There was a ladder of his own. The three of them climbed up the stairs. The people inside had already come out to greet them: "You three, please come in quickly."
Without Su Ziji's instructions, the wild Taoist threw a small piece of silver to Wang Laoer. The three of them got on the boat and saw Wang Laoer receiving it. When Su Ziji entered, they made a sign.
When the waiter saw him, his eyes lit up and he shouted loudly: "The distinguished guest is here, please serve him attentively!"
The shout was a bit loud, but the content was correct. The wild Taoist looked back and smiled: "Hua Fang treats people really warmly."
Just as he was talking, he noticed that there were many Juren people inside. When Su Ziji looked at it, there were dozens of people sitting downstairs, in small groups. They were all Juren, and there were not many scholars. Some were drunk and confused, and some were reciting poems and lyrics. .
There are no singers on the ground floor, but there are on the second and third floors. Whether you go up or down, you can do it as you please without anyone stopping you.
The difference is that the ground floor allows strangers to chat and chat, while the second and third floors allow familiar people to discuss things conveniently.
When Su Ziji and the three of them went in, their identities were just water droplets falling into the sea, but their temperament was outstanding and attracted people's attention. However, everyone was just looking at them for fun, so it was just a glance.
The wild Taoist was still wary, looked around and whispered: "Sir, I'll go for a walk first."
Su Ziji nodded and the wild Taoist walked away.
Bo Yan followed Su Ziji almost every step of the way. Since many of the disciples came with their entourage, it was not noticeable that Su Ziji followed Bo Yan behind him.
