"It's unjust! We're wronged, sir!" Old Man He shouted unjustly.
However, He Xianglian cursed: "You official lackeys, it is you who forced my father and daughter to fall into this state. I curse you all to not have a good death!"
"Hmph, you still dare to insult the official. I'll make it easier for you in prison. Take them away!" The bearded man waved his head and escorted the father and daughter to leave.
To rob a common girl in broad daylight is just more skin than a gangster!
"Wait a minute!" Shen Wenjun shouted, "This father and daughter are here to perform and make money by their own skills. How can they cheat money? Also, they didn't mention their names. What kind of rumors did they make? What happened?"
"Yes, yes, we can't just arrest people indiscriminately..." some brave diners responded in a low voice.
The bearded man said coldly: "What crime they committed will be decided by the officials themselves. It is not your turn to give advice."
"Unreasonable!" Shen Wenjun blocked the door of the store, "You errands are eating public food, but doing private things. If you don't help the father and daughter to redress their grievances and punish the evildoers, you will accuse them of crimes and arrest innocent people indiscriminately." , is there any royal law in Hangzhou City?"
"Choke!" The bearded man pulled out his knife.
Song Che hurriedly suppressed the bearded man, secretly stuffed a piece of silver into his hand, and whispered: "Du Tou, I usually live in fine clothes and fine food, and I am used to being pampered. I don't understand the world of people outside, so I hope Du Tou will stop the knife. Don’t ask for general knowledge.”
The bearded man also stopped at the sight of good things. He snorted and sheathed his sword, "If I hadn't seen you dressed appropriately, I would not give up today. I would go back and teach your woman better. In the city of Hangzhou, it is easy for trouble to come from mouth!" "
After that, he pushed Song Che away and escorted the He woman out of the inn.
"That's too much! Let's go to Lin'an Mansion to sue them this afternoon!" Shen Wenjun's face turned red with anger.
"If the government doesn't issue an order, how can the government officials arrest people?" Song Che picked up a piece of vinegar fish and threw it into Shen Wenjun's bowl: "If you don't fight with the officials, let's eat."
Shen Wenjun poked the fish with chopsticks to vent her anger. She raised her head again and asked, "Ya Zhao, husband, do you think this matter is really related to the Zhou family?"
Zhou Yazhao lowered his head and ate the food without making any comment.
Song Che said softly: "People are doing it, God is watching, don't be impulsive in everything, justice is in the heart."
He Xianglian said that the murderer was Niu Er. Even if the mastermind behind the scenes paid for the murder, there were still many loopholes to exploit. How could one-sided words convince the court? What's more, it's a one-sided statement from the poor.
After this fuss, no matter how delicious the food was, it no longer tasted good. After a few hasty bites, the three of them left the restaurant.
Fortunately, Hangzhou has beautiful scenery. Walking along the West Lake and admiring it, all the boredom will be swept away in the wind.
The three of them got off the car at the beach of Qiantang. Shen Wenjun and Zhou Yazhao took off their shoes and socks, held up their skirts and played in the waves.
Song Che stood on a rock and looked around with a telescope - on the left was Qiantang Bay, the largest maritime trade port in the south of the Yangtze River, on the right was Lingyin Mountain, halfway up the mountain was Lingyin Academy, and on the top of the mountain was Ciyin Temple.
Ships come and go in the port, merchants and travelers are bustling at the pier, pilgrims go up and down the mountain to burn incense and worship Buddha, and Confucian scholars talk about elegance.
It is no exaggeration to say that the Qiantang Bay area carries most of Hangzhou’s economy.
But what is puzzling is that in such an important economic lifeline and with rampant pirates, why do only three warships guard the port?
The Hangzhou Navy should be stationed on several continents to protect the entire coast by forming an "island chain". However, pirates have always been elusive. Wouldn't it be very dangerous if they bypassed the defense line and directly attacked the port?
It’s better to stay away from the coastal areas.
"Wenjun, aunt, I saw a tall building on the seawall. It is very majestic. How about we go there together to see the sea?" Song Che shouted loudly.
Shen Wenjun and Zhou Yazhao held a large handful of conches and ran back excitedly, "That building is called 'Linjiang Pavilion', and it is one of the three famous buildings in the south of the Yangtze River. Last year, the tide surged and it was destroyed. This year Lin'an Mansion has raised the seawall embankment and the attic has been renovated, and we are planning to go there."
Linjiang Pavilion is eight stories high, 20 feet above the ground, 13 feet across, and nearly 10 feet deep. It has towering eaves and corners, and is covered with glazed tiles. It reaches the east of Gaoyang and faces the vast sea.
Most of the people entering and exiting the pavilion were dressed in Confucian robes, holding origami fans, and wearing hairpins. They were all jade-faced gentlemen, gathering literati.
"Yazhao, let me show you something new. It's called a telescope. You can use it to see scenery thirty times farther away. Let's go up to the top floor and look at the sea." Shen Wenjun pulled Zhou Yazhao and couldn't wait to look at the top of the building. run.
Song Che did not rush to follow him, but walked around Linjiang Pavilion. Unexpectedly, there was not even a toilet in such a large attic. He couldn't hold it in any longer, so he found a deserted place and faced the wall. A leak like a note.
Thousands of years later, he, Song Che, would be the first person to pee on Mr. Linjiang.
"Husband!" A greeting suddenly came from above.
Song Che raised his head and took a look. Unexpectedly, on the top floor, Shen Wenjun was looking down with a telescope, with a wicked smile on his face: "I saw it all!"
Song Che rolled his eyes and, not to be outdone, shouted up, "Have you eaten yet?"
"Ah?" Shen Wenjun was at a loss as he held the telescope, his face flushed with embarrassment. Zhou Yazhao, who was on the side, was half-hiding his smile, but he was also filled with embarrassment.
"Tsk...little bitch, you dare to take advantage of me." Song Che shook his head, lifted up his pants, and walked into the pavilion.
The lobby of Linjiang Pavilion has two floors, about four feet high, with hundreds of colorful paper cranes hanging on the top, like walking through a rainbow corridor. Except for a few pillars, there are no utensils in the hall. It is very empty and carved. The grid wooden windows are all open, it can be said that the wind comes from all directions.
There are many calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls of the lobby, and you can even see someone writing.
There is a desk in the center of the hall, with scrolls and some calligraphy treasures on it. An old Confucian scholar in his fifties sits behind the table.
"Mr. Kong, quickly get me a piece of calligraphy. I pondered hard until the third watch last night, and finally came up with a famous poem, which will definitely be a preface for this Linjiang Pavilion!" A middle-aged Confucian scholar walked in with the wind. In the lobby, I came to the desk and threw down half a tael of broken silver.
The old Confucian scholar rubbed his sleeves and sharpened the ink. When the ink was thick, he took a pen and a scroll and handed it to the Confucian scholar with a smile: "Please, Mr. Liu."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar dipped his pen in ink, found a space on the wall, hung a white scroll, and ordered it with a flourish of his hand.
Many Confucian scholars came to watch, pointing with their fans, some nodded in appreciation, and some shook their heads in denial.
"Did you think hard all night and just write this kind of article? There is no preface and follow-up, just a random pile of words. It makes no sense!"
"That's right, do you still want to preface this kind of article to Linjiang Pavilion?"
Apparently there are more negatives than positives.
The middle-aged Confucian scholar couldn't stand listening anymore. In the end, even his words were written crookedly, and he cursed: "Why are you so noisy! If you guys hadn't made such a noise and made me upset, how could I have made a mistake in writing!"
The middle-aged Confucian scholar tore the white scroll into pieces and said, "Let me go back and think about it again!" He returned the brush, covered his face and left Linjiang Pavilion.
Then, several more Confucian scholars came, and like the middle-aged Confucian scholar before, they spent money to buy scrolls and wanted to preface the pavilion, but they were not recognized by the public.
Song Che folded his arms and watched the excitement, thinking that these ancient literati were indeed "Kong Yiji". He didn't have a few bottles of ink in his stomach, but he didn't want to take off his Confucian robe.
Everything is of low quality, but reading is a good thing. This sentence is very harmful to people!
Song Che walked to the desk, threw out ten taels of silver, and said with a smile: "Sir, I want the biggest scroll, the best brush, the best preface, and hang it in the best position."
