Speaking of the location of Sibei Building, it is really good.
If it were normal times, some people might still be dissatisfied:
"Your building only entertains low-life people. It's far away from our downtown Lin'an. What's the good thing about it?"
The good thing is that it is close to Qiantang Gate and next to Dali Temple.
Someone else wanted to say: "It's true that there is a lot of excitement outside Qiantang Gate, but what's the matter with closing Dali Temple? There are people inside who have committed serious crimes. Is it possible that they can still come to take care of your family's business?"
It is right to say this at any time, but it is wrong to say it in May of the eleventh year of Shaoxing.
What's wrong?
If you take the time to take a look at the Twelve Gates of Lin'an, you will know something is wrong.
Ever since Prime Minister Qin... or Qin Hui, I should say, ever since he was imprisoned, the emperor has sent out almost all the eunuchs in the Ministry of Internal Affairs.
From the beginning of the month to the end of the month, the news had spread throughout Huaihe and Zhejiang, Jinghu in Jiangxi, Guangnan in Fujian, and half of the territory under the jurisdiction of the Song Dynasty. Who doesn't know about this?
The speed is so fast that it even precedes the peace talks, and it is still spreading towards the west at a faster speed.
The consequences of this are...
Everyone in the world is rushing towards Lin'an City.
Yes, there is no exaggeration at all, it is the people in the world who have received the news.
Some native southerners just forget about it, still thinking about their livelihood, and are content to just listen to the excitement.
But if they are people who come from the north to the south... those who farm the land will no longer plant the land, and those who weave the cloth will no longer weave cloth. Even the bandits who occupied the mountains in Xinzhou, Hongzhou, surrendered because of this. Well... it actually allowed the local officials to earn a lot of merit.
Some people even sailed north from Guangzhou. When they arrived at Mingzhou Port, they heard the news and even abandoned their ships at the port. They didn't care about the high daily parking fees... There were more and more ships, which led to Yu Yunwen, the prefect of Mingzhou. I broke out in a sweat, and had no choice but to send people south along the coast to inform everyone not to come again.
If you want to come, park the boat elsewhere, such as Shanghai Pu.
Yu Yunwen's move made the official who was promoted to Shanghai Affairs so angry that he scolded his mother. He had to stab him several times every day for a month, angrily blaming the Mingzhou prefect for his inaction.
Of course it is good to have more ships, but if there are too many ships and the entire port comes to a standstill, it is the same as having no ships.
Shanghai is not like Mingzhou. The parking fee collected is not enough for Han Jiajun on shore to drink for a day.
By the way, we can't call them Han Family Army anymore. The officials don't know what's going on, so they have to change the names of each army.
There are no Han Jiajun and Zhang Jiajun in Lianghuai now. They are all called "Youhan Army", and Wu Lin's tribe in Shu is called "Left Han Army".
As for the Yue Family Army in Jingxiang... they are called the 'Han Army', unlike the previous two places, they also have their bearings.
Only the names have been changed, and the commanding officers of each military have not changed. Compared with the previous reforms, it can be said that nothing has changed this time.
In the first year of Shaoxing, they were called the Shenwu Left Army and the Shenwu Right Army. In the fifth year of Shaoxing, they became the Front Guard Army and the Rear Guard Army. This time it was easier and they were directly called the Han Army.
He had changed his name three times in ten years. If the three generals hadn't been promoted to Privy Council officials, no one would have taken it to heart.
On the other hand, the three generals were promoted to the Privy Council, and with the news that the peace talks were reached, the emperor's attitude was already quite obvious:
do not fight.
If this war is not fought, it means that many people will not be able to return home.
You have to find someone to hate. If hating the emperor doesn't work, you can only hate Prime Minister Qin who always advocates peace.
Including the water gate, the twelve gates of Lin'an City are really impenetrable. Although the guards at each city gate have received instructions in advance to let everyone in, the scene of so many people gathering together is not possible except in the old Bianjing City. Where have you seen these young Imperial Guards?
The investigation was already very loose. Even so, the people of the Infantry Division worked day and night, all gave up on Xiu Mu, and could only barely handle the task.
On the second floor of Sibei Building, Lao Wangtou looked at the crowds of people on the street, stroking his beard and grinning from ear to ear.
He has the best location here, and he can have a clear view of Dali Temple's Fengbo Pavilion from upstairs, so all the private rooms and tables have been booked early in the morning.
In just one day, the little old man can earn a thousand taels of silver at least... What is getting rich overnight, and what is making money every day?
This is.
In the past, if someone said he could earn a hundred taels a day, he would have scolded them for making fun of him.
Now some people say that he can earn a hundred taels of silver a day, but he still has to curse others. Cursing others is not good for him, and he is cursing him.
When it comes to this man’s fate, who can say with certainty?
Having been poor for most of his life, he now relied on his daughter to gain momentum.
Ji Wu on the side saw a lot of pretty ladies today. At this moment, he felt his mouth was dry and he brought himself a pot of tea from downstairs.
"Dad, was Bianjing like this back then?"
Lao Wangtou smiled and said: "It's almost the same. It's just that Bianjing is bigger than Lin'an, so there should be more people."
"Be good, there will be more than now!"
Only then did he notice that he had pointed the spout of the pot at his mouth, and Lao Wang slapped him over:
"How dare you! You don't know how to drink water in the backyard. Do you know how expensive this tea is?!"
Seeing that he was still a little aggrieved, Lao Wangtou cursed again:
"What kind of fine chaff does the wild boar eat? This is for my son-in-law. Go get some water and drink it yourself, don't spoil it!"
This thing is Xianglin Tea from Xianglin Cave in Tianzhu under Lingyin Temple. I heard from the tea master that there is some kind of tea sage who specifically wrote about this thing.
After some hard talking, Lao Wangtou spent a lot of money to buy half a catty. He originally thought that he would use it to entertain his uncle when his eldest sister came back.
But who knew that such a good thing would happen.
Hearing that it was reserved for his brother-in-law, Ji Wu laughed and wiped the spout of the pot with his sleeve, which made Old Wang shake his head.
"Godfather, you said Prime Minister Qin... Bah, this kid Qin Hui got into trouble this time. Is it possible that it was because of our brother-in-law's ability?"
After hearing this, Lao Wangtou immediately fell into thinking, and did not even notice the people coming behind him.
"It's very possible that my uncle is the prefect of Lin'an Prefecture after all. Although his official position is not as high as that of Qin Hui, he is very popular with the officials."
"Did you know that Emperor Taizong was the governor of Kaifeng back then? In terms of position, his position is not much different from that of my uncle."
Ji Wu's eyes widened: "Godfather, are you saying that my brother-in-law might become the emperor?"
As soon as Lao Wangtou took the teapot from Ji Wu's hand, he was so frightened that he almost dropped it on the ground. This time he couldn't help it anymore and cursed loudly:
"I'm going to die because of your rotten mouth one day!"
Only then did Ji Wu realize that his brother-in-law's surname was Xin but not Zhao. How could he be the emperor?
It's just strange that it's been more than a month. No matter how busy she is with official duties, it's time for Wang Chan to return to her parents' home.
The laughter came from behind, and the two of them looked together, only to realize that several people had arrived at some unknown time.
The dwarf at the head...Ji Wu always thought he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember it.
After clearing his throat, not sure if this man had listened to Ji Wu's crazy words, Lao Wangtou said:
"There is no room left, please find somewhere else."
The dwarf cupped his hands and said: "Shopkeeper, you are looking for the word 'wealth' when you open your business. Your house is in the best location today. Please help me think of a way. I will just pay more."
After hearing what he said, Lao Wang paused and said:
"My guest is right. I just don't know which room you have chosen. I can go and tell you about it."
"But let's start with the ugly talk. If they don't agree, we have nothing to do. After all, we have to do it on a first-come, first-served basis."
The short man clapped his folding fan in his hand: "That's it!"
As he said that, he looked up the Sibei Building...and quickly made his choice:
"The one upstairs with the sun behind it now... thank you for your hard work."
Unexpectedly, after hearing this, Lao Wangtou just shook his head:
"It's easy to talk about other things, but not that one."
"Why not?"
"If it doesn't work, it doesn't work. Guests should either choose another private room, or choose another store."
The dwarf rolled his eyes, took off a palm-sized bag from his waist, shook a piece of gold and dropped it on his hand, and handed it to the old king:
"So feasible?"
Lao Wangtou said nothing, Ji Wu had already stood up:
"You birdie doesn't understand! I've told you no, why are you selling so much?"
"It's just such a small amount of money..." He looked at the gold and couldn't help but swallowed, "I have the nerve to pretend to be a wealthy gentleman, it depends on your ability!"
Hearing Ji Wu's scolding, Chaozi seemed to remember something, his face turned red and white, and it took him a while to swallow his breath.
There is no reason to have trouble with money, Lao Wangtou advised again:
"If you don't mind, sir, there is an attic on the top... But we have agreed in advance that my waiter will be with you for a while. If you can't accept it, then there is really no other way."
The dwarf sighed softly: "Then I'll follow your arrangements."
Lao Wangtou took them upstairs and took a step out. He remembered something and carried the pot of tea. When he passed by the third floor, he gave the tea inside and then stepped out.
Instead, Chaozi saw the people in the bakery and said with a smile:
"Is that your son-in-law? Is he the prefect of Lin'an Prefecture?"
Speaking of this, Lao Wangtou couldn't help but feel proud: "The guest officer is also a discerning person, and he does see well."
The dwarf shook his head: "Shopkeeper, I heard that Xin Ciying was your Jinshi in the second year of Zhenghe."
"indeed."
"It has been almost thirty years since the second year of Zhenghe. Looking at this person's age... he is really a talented person. He has been reading since his mother's womb."
Lao Wangtou froze, and many questions had flooded his mind over the past few days.
But he still forced a smile and said: "Maybe the little old man heard it wrong, I heard it wrong... We are already here. I will ask someone to bring you some tea and food in a moment. Just wait."
The loft was really small. There were seven or eight of them and there was no room to stand when they entered.
The only good thing is that you can look down from the window over there and have a panoramic view of the scene below.
Even so, there was still a person lying next to the window. Thinking that the store owner said that the waiter should be with him, the short man endured it again and again. Knowing what the situation was like today, he finally restrained himself.
"Hello……"
He put his hand on Wang Xiaoer's shoulder: "Go to the side and make room."
Wang Xiaoer glanced at him and gave in impatiently.
He has a heavy responsibility today... After all, only a few people can see Dali Temple, and more than half of the people can't see it.
So whenever something happens here, he has to run downstairs immediately and tell everyone what happened in Dali Temple.
Three gongs sounded, and the street, which was full of people, was briefly quiet, and then enthusiastic shouts broke out.
here we go!
Although Lin'an is hot in June, no one seems to notice it.
Forget about the main entrance of Dali Temple, several trees planted outside the courtyard wall are already full of people. Taixue is so close here that even the students have forgotten to be polite. The big trees in the attic The walls of the upper courtyard are densely covered with human heads.
This grand occasion is truly unprecedented for many people.
The minister of Dali Temple was very agitated on Wednesday. He didn't know what it was like for officials to behave in such an unruly manner!
But irritability is irritability. Who dares to disobey this unruly king now?
He really knows how to kill!
The courtyard is full of ministers...According to the emperor's decree, all officials above the seventh rank must come to watch the execution today; and although it is located in Dali Temple, this former prime minister has not been tried in consecutive trials, until now , everyone still doesn’t know what his crime is.
If it is to seek peace...the peace agreement has been decided, if it is to say that it is something else...other than treason, why would a dignified prime minister do this?
There is no charge, and there is no verdict. The prison officer is the newly appointed Third Secretary Hu Quan. He does not have as many words as other prison officers, although he has a lot of things he wants to scold.
Three years ago, he petitioned to behead Qin Hui. Who would have thought that it would actually come true one day.
Throwing the token away, the bearded man shouted with all his strength:
"Execution!"
At this time, Qin Hui was pulled up... It was indeed pulled up. He had eaten well this month, had not been neglected, and had gained some weight.
At a certain moment, he even wondered if the emperor had changed his mind and wanted to imprison him for the rest of his life.
It wasn't until just now, when the police from Dali Temple arrived, that he knew...it wasn't.
Although he also wanted to maintain some dignity, especially after seeing so many people, many of whom were old faces.
But thinking about what he was going to endure next, he really didn't have the strength to stand up.
When he was pulled to the execution platform in the middle, Qin Hui looked at these people blankly.
There are those who wanted to curry favor with themselves in the past but were unable to do so, some who climbed to high positions step by step on their own, and many who were let out and then came back.
And now, they are all staring at him.
Especially those with whom he had a close relationship had expressions of indignation on their faces. On the contrary, most of his political opponents frowned.
Qin Hui found it a bit funny.
As the first prime minister in the Song Dynasty to be executed in such a public way, not even Cai Jing, not even Zhang Bangchang, who was made emperor by the Jin people, enjoyed such treatment.
It can be seen that the emperor hated Qin Hui deeply and hated Qin Hui extremely.
After forcibly cheering up, Qin Hui squeezed out some strength.
I am a slave of the Jin people, so what do these people who rely on their own wealth and glory count?
They are their own slaves!
How can a master show cowardice in front of his slave?
Qin Hui looked at Hu Quan from a distance:
"Kill if you want, why should I be afraid!"
"Hurry up! What crime have I committed? When I go to see the late emperor, I, Qin Hui, can ask him for a clear explanation!"
"Where are the officials? Why aren't the officials there? Is it because I feel guilty and don't dare to see someone?!"
With his back straight, he really looked like he was not afraid of death.
"This old boy still dares to speak harshly! Hit him!"
"What a bastard! It smells bad!"
"Traitor Qin Hui! If you are so shameless, I will shave your face off and use it to plaster the city wall!"
…
I don’t know who started it, but a bunch of rotten vegetable leaves were wrapped into a ball and fell into the courtyard of Dali Temple like snowflakes from the sky.
Those with more money threw out rotten eggs that had been pickled for ten months.
When there was nothing, he picked up the wall of Dali Temple and actually asked him to pick out a brick...
Such an offensive scared the whole courtyard and the officials' expressions changed drastically, and they all hid in confusion.
Qin Hui was attacked several times, but he still kept his words:
"You unscrupulous people! What do you know about the important matters of the family and the country!"
Staring at this: "Deserves to be killed! Eighty-year rod punishment!"
He looked at that one again: "I am dedicated to serving the country, so I am so brave!"
Fortunately, someone threw the egg accurately and threw the egg into his mouth, which made the old man shut up and vomit.
I felt sorry for the policeman on the side, who couldn't hide and couldn't hide, and suffered many attacks along with him.
The punishment had not yet begun and had to be paused... Hu Quan spoke to Zhao Mi, who sent additional forbidden troops to watch.
In this way, the time of burning incense was wasted.
When the situation gradually came under control, Qin Hui was still unforgiving:
"Do it! Do it!"
Now, perhaps it is the most fleshly time in his life, and it is also the last fleshly time.
Hu Quan waved his hand, and the policemen on both sides started to move.
snort!
Qin Hui closed his eyes, just waiting for them to kick him down, followed by a knife on his neck.
After waiting for a while, I was still standing, but instead...
He opened his eyes and saw the messenger taking off his handcuffs and shackles, and felt puzzled:
"Hu Quan, what do you mean?"
Hu Quan ignored him. Soon, he would know.
After tying him to the 'big' pillar of the execution platform, Qin Hui... or rather, everyone suddenly understood something.
Not beheading, but...
Lingchi, or zhé?
The fear in his heart continued to spread. Qin Hui looked at the white-haired old man in front of him. The old man spread out a piece of cloth, and all the knives hanging on it were palm-sized knives.
The expression on his face had been squeezed out of shape, and Qin Hui started to stutter:
"Hu... Hu Quan, I want to see the official, I want to see the official!"
"You can't...can't do this. I am the Prime Minister of the Song Dynasty!"
"Hu Quan! You made your own decision, you are deceiving the emperor!"
Then he looked at the people below, no matter who they were:
"Save me, sir, save me, sir!"
"I want to see the official!"
No one paid attention to him. Apart from the chirping of cicadas, he was the only voice in the scene.
If you don’t read the chapters at Qidian, it’s just the number of words you read.
I'll try to post a big chapter and pull the uniformity. Only when the uniformity is high can I recommend it. Thank you for your understanding.
I have friends who are taking the college entrance examination, and friends who have family members who are taking the college entrance examination. I wish you all the best and get into a school that you are satisfied with and like.
You must work hard!
(End of chapter)
