Later, Chen Zhizhong's wife Qian, her grandson Chen Yan, and the servants and maids of the mansion, a large group of people sent Zhao Yang, Yuan Chongban, and Li Gongfeng outside the mansion.
During this period, the steward of the house secretly presented three wooden boxes as a thank you to Zhao Yang, Yuan Chongban, and Li Gongfeng.
Yuan Chongban and Li Chongfeng looked at each other and looked at Zhao Yang in unison. Naturally, Zhao Yang would not show meaningless aloofness. After thanking him, he asked Wang Zhongzheng to take over, so Yuan Chongban and Li Chongfeng also Accept it with a smile.
The person receiving the gift is happy, and the person giving the gift is also happy, and both parties are happy.
Judging from the expressions of the two of them and Wang Zhongzheng, it is estimated that the weight of the three boxes is not light.
After bidding farewell to the Chen Mansion, he was supposed to return to the palace to report his orders to the officials, but Zhao Yang finally got out of the palace and did not want to go back to the palace just like that.
Yuan Chongban had no choice but to return to the palace by himself. After all, he did not dare to force Zhao Yang without official orders. He could only repeatedly ask Wang Zhongzheng and others to watch Zhao Yang and avoid causing trouble again.
After these people left, Zhao Yang curiously asked Wang Zhongzheng to open the wooden box, and sure enough he saw a bunch of copper coins tied with strings inside.
Wang Zhongzheng counted it and said: "There are twenty strings, no wonder it is so heavy."
How much is twenty copper coins worth?
Zhao Yang is not very clear about this.
Fan Chunren smiled and answered the question: "The monthly salary for the position that Mr. Xiaolang holds is twenty guan."
Is this a one-month gift of salary to me?
Zhao Yang was surprised and said: "One person has twenty guan, and three people have 60 guan. Is Chen Zhizhong so rich?"
Fan Chunren shook his head and said: "It seems that things like this have always been divided into grades. For ordinary seventh-grade civil servants, I think fifteen grades are almost enough, but Xiaolangjun is obviously an exception. ... As for Mr. Chen, it does not include additional money and monthly payments. The meal money should be three hundred thousand per month, and the one hundred thousand Wen Zhao Pavilion bachelor's salary, a total of four hundred thousand in cash."
"thousand?"
"That is, a thousand coins are actually passed through. ...Due to the lack of copper coins, people often use seventy-seven coins as a hundred coins and ten hundred coins as a coin, so there is a difference between a coin and a thousand coins."
"Oh." Zhao Yang suddenly realized, "Four hundred thousand, no wonder he spends lavishly..."
After that, he let Wang Zhongzheng and others divide it. Unexpectedly, Wang Ming pulled out a bunch of money from his arms and said, "I don't know, Yuanwai Lang, we have already benefited."
Only then did Zhao Yang know that the stewards of the Chen Mansion had secretly stuffed money into everyone. Just as Fan Chunren said, the medicine boy of the Royal Medicine Academy was in the same class as the ordinary Imperial Army, and everyone was in the same class as the Imperial Equipment. Two guans; Wang Zhongzheng, as an enshrined official in Dongtou, was hit with three guans.
The only exception was Fan Chunren. Apparently no one in the Chen family dared to give money to Fan Zhongyan's son for fear of being scolded.
"Then just use it as drink money. Let's go and drink."
After Zhao Yang said this, all the royal guards cheered.
From the side, Fan Chunren secretly praised Zhao Yang for not being greedy for money, and then smiled and said: "Didn't we agree that I will be the host this time?"
"How about Brother Chun being the host next time?" Zhao Yang patted the wooden box and said.
"That's...ok." Fan Chunren hesitated before agreeing.
Speaking of drinking places, the most famous one in Bianjing City is Fanlou, or Fanlou, located on the north side of Yujie. It is not only the largest winemaking workshop in the city, but also the most famous restaurant. It consists of five buildings in the east, west, south, north and middle. It is composed of flying bridges and sills, connecting light and dark. It is as magnificent as the palace in the palace. Only one building can receive hundreds of guests. In addition, there are singing and dancing in Liangyuan, and countless wealthy businessmen, princes, princes, and literary talents. Everyone comes here to have fun and party.
In such a luxurious place, the cost is naturally not small. Depending on the level, it is normal for a meal to cost ten taels of silver.
Ten taels of silver, converted into copper coins, is about 11, 2, or 3 guan, and it is still real. If the money in future generations is calculated, it will be about more than 10,000 yuan, based on Zhao Yang's monthly salary of 20 guan, a member of the Ministry of Industry. He said that even with all the money spent, it would only be enough for two meals.
And this is not even the best.
But now that he has this unexpected fortune, Zhao Yang naturally wants to visit the most prosperous restaurants in Bianjing.
However, Fan Chunren dissuaded him and said: "There are many people in the Fanlou area. If the young man is unfortunately recognized and trouble occurs, he is afraid that he will be punished by the officials again. Why don't we just give up this time and find an ordinary restaurant and wait for some time." When the market has forgotten what happened a few days ago, I will host a banquet at Fanlou to entertain the young gentleman and several others."
At this time, Zhao Yang had roughly learned about the cost of Fanlou from Wang Ming and others. Seeing that Fan Chunren actually made the promise without changing his face, he couldn't help but be surprised: It seems that Lao Fan's family also has a lot of savings, isn't it that Lao Fan Did your family come from poverty when you were young?
While he was surprised, Wang Zhongzheng and others also thought of this and nodded in agreement.
Then Fan Chunren made another suggestion: "I rented half a house in Xiaotianshui Lane. There is a pretty good restaurant on that street, and it sells the wine from Fanlou. Why don't we go there?"
So everyone tried their best to walk through the city streets along the quiet alleys and headed to Xiaotianshui Lane.
After walking for half an hour, everyone finally arrived at the restaurant Fan Chunren mentioned.
It was a three-story restaurant located on the side of the Bianhe River, with a "Fan's Restaurant" sign hanging in front of the door.
Zhao Yang couldn't help but laugh: "Could this be the restaurant in Brother Chunren's house? No wonder you brought us here."
Fan Chunren waved his hands repeatedly: "It's not my restaurant, it's just the same surname."
With that said, he led everyone into the shop and greeted the waiters in the restaurant.
It can be seen that he is a frequent visitor to this restaurant. The waiters in the building were also familiar with him and immediately came forward: "Fan Xiaoguan is here? Today is still... Huh?"
He noticed Wang Zhongzheng and the others behind Fan Chunren, and their faces showed some strange expressions. His eyes swept over the foreheads of Wang Zhongzheng and others without tattoos, and they looked a little nervous.
"Looking for two private rooms, you can watch the food and wine being brought to you, and the payment will be made in cash."
"well."
The waiter agreed repeatedly and welcomed everyone to the third floor.
During this period, his eyes swept over Zhao Yang: "Fan Xiaoguan, this Xiaoguan is..."
Fan Chunren raised his hand and interrupted: "Just serve, don't ask any more questions."
"Yes Yes."
The waiter didn't dare to ask any more questions and invited everyone to the innermost private room on the third floor.
Although it was an ordinary restaurant, when Zhao Yang entered, he found that the room was fully equipped with tables, chairs, screens, decorations, paintings, desks, etc., but these utensils were not very exquisite.
Looking outside from the window, you can just see the Bianhe River. If it were in other seasons, the scenery would be good. Unfortunately, it was early spring, and the wind was still a bit chilly. Zhao Yang took a look at the scenery outside the window and closed the window. .
During this period, two waiters came back and forth bringing cold dishes to go with the wine, including freshly cut fruits that Zhao Yang could not name, dried fruits, preserved fruits, dried meat, dried fish, duck feet, white-cut chicken and duck, etc. A bunch of cold dishes soon filled half the table.
Since there was no room for one table, Wang Ming and the other five royal guards were sent to eat next door. Wang Zhongzheng and others accompanied Zhao Yang and Fan Chunren to sit down around the table.
Not long after, a waiter came into the house carrying what looked like a large copper jug, and a strong aroma of wine suddenly filled the house.
Zhao Yang knew it was rice wine as soon as he smelled it. Although he didn't like it very much, he couldn't deny that the wine smelled pretty good.
"A few of you, please use it."
After pouring a glass of wine for everyone present, the waiter put down the copper jug and bowed to leave.
Zhao Yang picked up the slightly larger wine cup in front of him and took a sip of the wine in the cup.
It was okay, the entrance was quite soft, and Zhao Yang drank half the cup inadvertently.
Fan Chunren reminded him hurriedly: "This wine is very strong, please drink it slowly."
"Lie?" Zhao Yang looked at the wine in the wine cup with a strange expression.
In his opinion, this wine is only about ten degrees at most, so it cannot be called strong. Especially for him who likes to drink white wine, it is simply as bland as water.
Of course, considering that it was Fan Chunren's kindness, he naturally wouldn't say anything and just invited everyone to drink and eat.
Later, the waiters in the restaurant served hot dishes one after another, including several plates of stir-fried dishes that seemed to use miso as an auxiliary ingredient. If you look carefully, you can probably identify animal organs such as waist and tripe.
This surprised Zhao Yang: stir-fry became popular in the Song Dynasty?
You must know that he has been in the palace for a few days, and he has not seen any stir-fry dishes. Basically, they are steamed dishes, cold dishes and various soups, which are very light.
He picked up a piece of fried kidney and put it into his mouth, then frowned.
It had to be said that the kidneys were fried very crispy and tender, but the strong soybean paste smell was a bit unacceptable to him, although he quickly guessed that the strong soybean flavor was to cover up the fishy smell of the kidneys.
"Not to your taste?" Fan Chunren said unexpectedly.
I remember that when he first arrived in Bianjing, he was amazed by the stir-fried dishes in Bianjing.
Zhao Yang shook his head and said: "The taste of this miso is a bit too strong..."
Fan Chunren was surprised when he heard this, and became more and more curious about Zhao Yang's origin. After all, doenjang was the most common condiment in the world, but this young man seemed not used to it.
In comparison, Wang Zhongzheng and others were full of praise for those plates of stir-fried vegetables.
Fortunately, all the other dishes were to Zhao Yang's taste.
Several people were eating, drinking and chatting - mainly Zhao Yang and Fan Chunren were drinking and chatting, while Wang Zhongzheng and others just drank and ate.
While chatting, Fan Chunren inevitably talked about what happened that day: "...It is said that the prefect Qian Quan strictly ordered the Kaifeng Mansion not to spread the news about the Yamen, but the matter still came out, which attracted everyone in the market to applaud. …”
"Brother Chunren, please don't mention this matter." Zhao Yang said with an ominous look on his face: "This guy is a real villain. I just returned to the palace that day, and he asked someone to hand over a letter to the official. The evil person complained first, and then complained I despised Kaifeng Mansion, which resulted in me being ordered by the officials not to leave the palace in the near future...I will definitely avenge this!"
Fan Chunren was startled and quickly advised: "Young gentleman, please don't do anything illegal or disciplined."
Zhao Yang couldn't help but laugh: "Brother Chun Ren, where are you thinking? That guy is also an official, can I really kill him?"
"That's good." Fan Chunren breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "What are the young man's plans?"
Zhao Yang thought for a moment and said, "I've thought about it. I will impeach this guy in public in the morning in two days. Although I can't make him lose his official position, scolding him in front of him and making him look embarrassed in public is still a bad breath."
Fan Chunren frowned slightly: "Impeachment is the duty of remonstrance, and Xiao Langjun is not an admonishment officer. I am afraid that if I don't speak up during the introduction, I will be bitten back and impeach Xiao Langjun for transgressing."
Zhao Yanghun didn't care: "If you impeach, just impeach. If he impeaches his, I will impeach mine."
Fan Chunren didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he wasn't worried.
In his opinion, as long as Zhao Yang didn't impulsively commit murder, other minor mistakes should not be a big deal if the officials were there to protect him.
Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Yang suddenly turned to look at him and said, "Brother Chunren is a talented person. Can you write an impeachment letter for me?"
"Me?" Fan Chunren looked shocked and hesitated: "This... I'm afraid it's not in line with the rules."
"If there is any violation of the rules, I will bear the consequences." Zhao Yang toasted Fan Chunren and said, "That day, Brother Chunren said that Qian Mingyi was greedy for money and formed a clique to persecute loyal people. What he did was shameful. Could it be that Brother Chun Ren, never thought of scolding him?"
After all, Fan Chunren was young and energetic, and with the help of drinks, he hesitated for a while but finally agreed.
He stood up unsteadily and walked to the desk, took the paper and pen prepared by the restaurant for the guests to recite poems and poems, and wrote quickly for Zhao Yang to impeach Qian Mingyi.
"Come all, come up with ideas together, and the harsher the scolding, the better."
Zhao Yang waved to Wang Zhongzheng and others, and Wang Ming and others from next door were also called over. A group of people gathered around Fan Chunren with wine cups, drinking and vying to give their opinions. It was very lively.
