The water flowed under the Nanshi Bridge.
In Langyun Tower, a big red lantern hangs on the tall door beam, and the gauze is wrapped in warm red light, which is swaying.
The soft singing sounds are endless, the boss is memorizing the menu, and the dishes are going around.
In the private room No. C, Liang Qu opened the door and warm wind came to him.
"What a talent! What a talent! As solemn as the wind under the pine, high and elegant, no wonder he can become a disciple of Master Yang!"
Lin Di, who was wearing dark blue clothes, stood up to greet him and cheered loudly.
"Quinzi Songbao has long said that he met a friend in Yixing City. He has an extraordinary temperament and is not just a thing in the pond. I originally thought that there is no such person in the small Yixing City. Quanzi is short-sighted and exaggerated. But now when I look at it, it turns out to be the case!
It’s true that Lin was not lucky enough to have witnessed Brother Liang’s grace earlier. Oh, I’m sorry, I was rude. I was too excited. I took advantage of my age and uttered arrogant words, Brother Liang, Brother Liang! I'll punish myself with three cups first! "
After saying that, Lin Di drank three glasses of wine, his face slightly red.
Lin Songbao: "..."
When have I ever said that? And if you call him Brother Liang, what should I call him? Uncle Liang?
Liang Qu: "..."
This person is so good at talking, why is this generation so messed up?
Unknowingly, Liang Qu was pulled into his seat by Lin Di, pointing to the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy next to him; "Introducing my eldest son, Lin Fuyun! Fuyun, say hello to your Uncle Liang!"
eldest son?
Liang Qu glanced at Lin Songbao behind him in surprise, but saw him nodding.
Oh, he was born by a concubine, right? Liang Qu finally understood why, as the son of the owner of the fishing farm, Lin Songbao had to work in the fishing farm every day.
Lin Fuyun stood up and saluted: "Hello, Uncle Liang."
The corner of Liang Qu's mouth twitched, you kid, you don't think I would feel happy calling me Uncle Liang, do you?
"Don't call me Brother Liang, I'm not old."
"Then may I dare to call you my nephew?"
Liang Qu was silent for a long time: "Just call me by my name."
"How can that be done? It's so rude."
"Then Mr. Liang."
"Okay." Lin Di was a little disappointed, turned around and let the dishes be served, and clapped his hands at the same time, and a fragrant breeze suddenly hit him.
Three women in colorful clothes walked in. Liang Qu's eyes widened. He saw them bending down to salute, then two of them played music and one of them danced.
Okay, okay, you play this for me, right?
"Don't worry, Mr. Liang, we are only enjoying the dance."
Lin Di smiled and said that he had inquired clearly before coming here. He knew that Liang Qu was thin-skinned and was embarrassed to even go on a blind date. If he dared to do something exciting, he would easily get into trouble, so he only came to Ya's.
Liang Qu's face was reddish, he held a hollow fist in his hand and coughed: "It's okay."
The next step was to change cups, but Liang Qu didn't drink wine, only tea, and ate one plate after another.
Langyunlou tastes really good, and there is actually chili pepper in the dish. Liang Qu has never seen this before, and thought Dashun didn't have it. Now it seems that he is too poor, so he can't see it.
"This is a spice brought back by the Western Army last year. It became popular this year and was cultivated. It is bright red in color and spicy in taste. It makes you sweat profusely when you eat it, but it has a different kind of comfort. I wonder if Mr. Liang is used to it. "
"You're used to eating." Liang Qu stuffed his mouth with meat.
"As for my fishing farm, I don't know if Mr. Liang can take care of it. Then I will donate 20% of the fishing farm's annual income with both hands." Lin Di filled the cup with tea, his face full of peach blossoms, "Of course, no matter whether it is successful or not, I promise you that all the awning boats will be returned to Mr. Liang, after all, they are returned to their original owners."
"Of course not."
"Hahaha, is that so? That would be great...huh?" Lin Di realized something was wrong while he was laughing. He froze in place, suspecting that he heard wrongly, and asked again, "Master Liang just said... .....”
"I said no."
Lin Di was dumbfounded. He came to Liang Qu because he wanted to use Liang Qu's identity to help his fishing farm gain prestige so that he could seize business in other ports.
Those who can open a fishing camp are more or less connected, so it's not easy to do. With Liang Qu's help and the name of Master Yang's personal protection, it will be much easier.
But why did you refuse so simply?
You know, if things can be done, Liang Qu doesn't have to do anything. He can just lie down for a year and earn at least hundreds of taels!
"Mr. Liang, maybe I didn't make it clear just now. As long as you agree, 30% of the annual harvest of the fishing pen will be given..."
Liang Qu put down his chopsticks and burped.
"You can't give it all to me. I'll eat the food and take the boat, but I won't be able to handle the matter, and I won't take the income from the fishing pen."
Lin Di was quite disappointed, but did not dare to get angry: "Master Liang, can you tell me why?"
"Because I am a fisherman."
Lin Di's pupils narrowed.
Liang Qu moved his stool and stood up: "You bully your own people to make money. I will take the money with my belly. Okay, I'm full. Goodbye. By the way, your dance is very beautiful, and you are also very beautiful."
"Thank you for the compliment, Master."
The three women curtsied.
Liang Qu opened the door and left.
Lin Di came to his senses and quickly called to Lin Songbao: "Quick, send Mr. Liang off."
"No need, I'll walk by the river alone and enjoy the cold wind, which will make me feel comfortable."
Liang Qu disappeared, and his voice disappeared into everyone's ears.
After walking out of Langyun Tower, a gust of cold wind blew straight into his collar. Liang Qu shivered, and the sleepiness after a full stomach was completely dispelled.
This meal was not meaningless, at least I got my own awning boat back.
It was a good boat. It was a bit old, but it didn't affect its use at all. The hull was wide and big enough for people to lie down and sleep. It was much more comfortable than today's sampans.
As for the income from the fishing pen...
How should I put it, Liang Qu actually had a compromise.
That is to give up the 20% of the income and instead ask Lin Di to reduce the leasing fee by 20%, or some other distribution method, which can make the fishermen better off.
But...that might harm Liang Qu's own interests.
The fishermen say they are pitiful indeed, but they are so kind...
Regardless of whether he wants no income or less income, and instead offers them a rent reduction, the fishermen may thank him at first, but as time goes by, the fishermen gradually get used to the reduced rental fee, and their lives are still tight, and they will I feel that Liang Qu, who is the protective umbrella of the fishing pen, is disgusting.
Besides, what do master and senior brother think?
After being accepted as a personal disciple by Master Yang, Liang Qu gradually understood one thing.
A good reputation is useless when you have no ability, but as long as you show a little talent, a good reputation can bring unexpected gains.
Liang Qu felt that he was a good person, but maybe not that good.
He could use his own money to buy buns for the snotty kid, but he would give up cooperating with the fishing gang to help the fishermen for fear of contaminating his own feathers.
The flowing water under the Nanshi Bridge made a roaring sound, hitting the shore rocks and rolling up white water foam.
"Oh, life is obviously getting better, but I have so many worries for nothing."
Liang Qu let out a long sigh, folded his hands behind his head, walked slowly, and hummed a tune that was completely different from the tune of the restaurant singer.
"How dissolute I am, how dirty I am, thousands of pages of ink are written about my crimes.
My arrogance, my thoughts, are attached to this ugly skin.
How noble you are, how arrogant you are, with your rice bag and wine bag, you look like a dog.
Your hypocrisy and impermanence are embedded in your delicate skin. "
The cold wind swept across the street, and Liang Qu felt that the wind came from the river, bringing a familiar smell.
