The so-called making serious money naturally means making the wealthy people willingly pay for it.
No matter when it is, people with money and status will definitely need something that can reflect their status.
In later generations, as long as you can afford it, no one cares about what you wear or use, and you are very free. Therefore, rich people only want expensive things, not right things.
But in the era of imperial power, there were strict regulations in this regard. Not only the cost of food and clothing, but also the height of the thresholds for people of different levels had detailed standards.
It seems that every family has a door, but in ancient times, only those with status were qualified to play tricks on the door to show their status, so words like family status and family status were usually used to refer to noble families.
The so-called poor family refers to a family that has fallen into decline. It does not mean that the family is poor. To put it harshly, it means that there are no common people or even hooligans in the family.
In the Song Dynasty, the royal family was relatively down-to-earth and was not very strict in this regard. As long as it did not provoke the imperial power too much, it would turn a blind eye to general transgressions.
If there is a product that is completely free from the constraints of etiquette and can well demonstrate one's status, it should be quite popular.
After much deliberation, Zhao Mengqi made reference to the luxury cars of later generations and decided on a personal travel tool.
At this time, people with status usually travel in sedan chairs, or ox-carts and donkey-carts. Horseback riding or horse-drawn carriages are very rare, because the Song Dynasty lacked horses.
There is nothing much to say about ox carts and donkey carts, and there are no official regulations on this. After all, the basics are there, and no matter how you play tricks, you can't make much difference in grade.
Sedan chairs became generally popular after the southern crossing, and there were no detailed official regulations, but treating people as animals was obviously not a good way to show off.
So Zhao Mengqi finally decided to get on the horse, or to be precise, on the carriage. This was not only for making money, but also for a deeper plan.
However, this matter, whether it is the source of horses or the regulations of carriages, must be discussed with Lao Zhao first.
After making up his mind, Zhao Mengqi immediately asked people to prepare a car and entered the city back to the palace.
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In the palace, there is Yiran Pavilion in Funing Hall.
Zhao Yun and Lin Yaban started drinking again.
"Hey..." Old Man Lin put down the wine cup tastelessly, "Why is the wine in this palace getting weaker and weaker?"
Lao Zhao, who was holding the dish with his head lowered, couldn't help but glance at him, "Haha, you are obviously being naughty, this is the finest pear blossom white from the inner wine shop."
Old man Lin picked up the silver pot and wanted to add more wine. He shook it and then poured it all into his mouth.
Old Zhao frowned and said, "Take it easy. How old are you? If you drink like this, don't die before me..."
"Long live you, how can I live longer than you?" Old Man Lin threw away the empty silver pot, "You said you are the same, that boy wants to leave the palace to live, you are really sure..."
"Yo yo yo, do you really think of that silly boy as your son!?" Lao Zhao said angrily, and then suddenly said, "I'm just telling you, why is something wrong with you these days? It turns out the root cause is here. I don't see how he can please you."
"It's nothing. Just looking at him, I can think of my childhood days and you and me at that time. Since my health has recovered, this kid has become more and more like you before entering Lin'an. You were like this back then. Lively and free-spirited, but unfortunately later on, his temper became restrained..." Old man Lin seemed to be lost in nostalgia.
Old Zhao also fell silent. After his father died young when he was seven years old, his mother took the siblings to live with his uncle in the countryside. It was at that time that he formed a friendship with Lin Chen.
Although those days were not rich, they were still carefree. They spent the whole day fishing in rivers and hunting birds in trees. They were just ordinary country children. Until they were brought to Lin'an at the age of sixteen, their lives changed dramatically. , and finally, like a dream, he actually picked up the throne of Emperor Zhang.
While the two old men were indulging in their lost youth, the fancy boy Zhao Mengqi ran in full of youth.
"Dad! The kid is here to see you. Old man, you are here too. I just happened to bring you the mutton tongue sticks from Sister Du's house in Xinkai Nan Lane to go with your wine."
With that said, Zhao Mengqi roughly thrust the food box he was carrying into Old Man Lin.
'Taicai' is a very popular food at this time. It is wrapped in fillings and made into a cylinder shape, which looks like a chopstick. According to the fillings, there are sheep's head sticks, mutton tongue sticks, gizzard sticks and crickets. Sign and so on.
Old man Lin was not annoyed at all by Zhao Mengqi's address or rudeness. He opened the food box with a smile, took out a stick of vegetables, shook it at Zhao Yun in a show-off manner, and then put it into his mouth happily, with a look of enjoyment on his face.
This kid! Don’t you know who is his father? ?
"Hmph, isn't it just a sign for food? It's not dragon liver and phoenix brain. What's there to show off? It's like no one has eaten it!"
After throwing a disdainful look at Old Man Lin, Old Zhao turned to Zhao Mengqi with a straight face and scolded, "Why are you so frivolous and frivolous Meng Lang? How unbecoming are you? Do you think that if you live alone in Kaifu, there will be no one else?" Can I control you!?"
Zhao Mengqi pretended to be surprised, "Ah, it's the child's fault. Now I'm going back home to cultivate my character. I originally wanted my father to identify whether the "Notes on the South China Sutra" the child has is the original work of Patriarch Chen Tuan. It seems that I can only do it myself. Thinking about it.”
As he said that, he pretended to be repentant, turned around and walked out.
"Come back!" Lao Zhao shouted, "Bring it quickly! Don't let it get ruined by you silly monkey!"
Zhao Mengqi smiled at the trick, and seemed to be reluctant, dawdling.
"Grudge! Hurry up!" Lao Zhao was frantic and impatient.
"Dad, it was you who said the child should be calm."
"Me!..." Old Zhao almost couldn't catch his breath, "What a sin, why didn't I beat you to death earlier!"
"No, don't, dad, don't be angry, I'll give you the baby." Zhao Mengqi immediately drooled and took out a brocade box from his sleeve with a flattering look on his face, "If you are angry, you can beat the baby as long as you like."
Old Zhao carefully took the brocade box, then glared at his son with disgust, "Virtue!" Then he hurriedly opened the brocade box and took out the scriptures inside with a slight trembling.
Old man Lin looked at the domestic commotion between the two father and son. In addition to envy, there was also relief in his eyes.
While Old Zhao was studying the scriptures, Zhao Mengqi took a pot of wine from the side, filled it for Old Man Lin, and poured another cup for himself, "Old man, cheers!"
"You are used to making mischief! I don't know where you come from so many strange words." He said this, but when the wine entered his mouth, Old Man Lin felt that it was particularly sweet.
In his previous life, Zhao Mengqi was raised by an old man, so he could always understand what the old men were thinking.
Here, Lao Zhao looked through the scripture carefully. The joy on his face was so strong that he couldn't take it away, but suddenly his eyelids twitched, "No!"
There was a loud shout, "Zhao Mengqi! Have you gotten into some trouble again!"
Zhao Mengqi has not responded yet, but Old Man Lin seems to be respectful, but in fact he is angry, "Your Majesty, it's okay for you to scare the child, but don't damage your self-control."
Zhao Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he saw old man Lin acting like he was protecting his calf.
"What kind of trouble can a child get into..." Zhao Mengqi felt guilty.
Zhao Yun looked at him with a raised eye, "Haha, you are so attentive to me for nothing, how can you hide this from me, a father, with your frivolous attitude!?"
