Happy Little Scholar

"The homes were ransacked and people were exiled, and their heads fell to the ground..."

When walking back to the store, Lin Wanru murmured, then shook her head and walked into the store.

When a man named Lin Yong saw her, he immediately came over quickly and said with a smile: "Miss, we really made the right decision when we bought this horse this time. Many people have come to see it in the past few days, and there are many more people than before every day." Business……"

Glaze is a treasure among treasures. It is rare to see it. Even in jewelry stores, it is not common to see it, let alone such a big "horse stepping on a flying swallow".

In the past few days, the flow of customers in Fanglin Garden has increased significantly. It cannot be ruled out that many people just come to admire Liuli and gain insights, but it does have a great boost to the store's business.

Lin Yong looked at the colored glass with bright eyes and said, "There are many people who came to inquire about the price of this treasure, but I rejected them all. This is the treasure of our Fanglin Garden store. No matter how much money they give, Sell……"

In the small courtyard next to Fanglin Garden, Li Yi held a small fan in his hand to fan the fire. Just now, he wanted to remind Miss Lin that the horse was flying on the swallows, so he should sell it while it was possible. When some unscrupulous people with bad intentions, pass off inferior goods as good ones, destroy the market, and call glass as colored glaze, come to Qi, this thing will be smashed into their hands.

However, after being disturbed by her just now, she completely forgot about this matter and could only wait until next time to talk about it.

Miss Liu Er is recuperating at home these days. She doesn't go out or take any steps outside the door. She is afraid that she will get sick if she holds it in for a long time, so he plans to go out with her at night, firstly to relax and secondly, to experience the experience. The nightlife of the people of Qi State, if Miss Liu Er was not there, we could have further studied and studied the similarities and differences between the brothel culture of Qi State and Jing State...

As an important political and military town, Fengzhou City has a very strict curfew system. For many cities in the future, nightlife has just begun after nine o'clock in the evening, but here, after the Hai hour, which is equivalent to nine o'clock, the streets are closed. Someone is allowed to show up.

The consequences of violating this prohibition are serious, but the more you are in this extremely harsh and repressive system, the more brilliant and prosperous things will be born.

The night market in the city that is busier than during the day is a product of this.

From Wu Shi to Hai Shi, in less than an hour, the whole city was in carnival.

A not-wide river passes through the city. There are sparkling waves on the river, cruise ships passing by, pedestrians on the river bank, vendors along the street selling in an endless stream, and teahouses and restaurants on the street doing a prosperous business...

Sitting on a high building by the water, he took a sip of wine and looked at the women below with their sleeves fluttering and dancing gracefully. Their silk and bamboo music was listening to his ears. Li Yi sighed. How long had it been since he had been so comfortable and leisurely?

This is just a city on the border of Qi State, and it feels even more prosperous than Jingguo's Kyoto. During these days in Qi State, Li Yi deeply felt that Jingguo has been suppressed and beaten by them for so many years. reason.

Putting down the wine glass, he clapped away Miss Liu Er's hand reaching for the wine bottle, glanced at her, and said, "My body hasn't recovered yet. I wonder if I can drink?"

"Just one cup." Miss Liu Er looked at him and said.

"Not even one cup." Li Yi refused without hesitation.

Miss Liu Er glared at him, but did not persist.

Li Yi glanced at her with satisfaction, feeling full of accomplishment.

Miss Liu Er has become more and more obedient recently. If she can maintain this attitude after recovering from her injury... how beautiful would life be?

"The next person to appear is Miss Yingying..."

"Master Zhao gave you one hundred taels of silver!"

"Master Chen gave me three hundred taels of silver."

"Master Yang gave me a poem."

"Master Qian gave you a gift of silver... one thousand taels!"

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The sounds coming from downstairs from time to time always interrupted his daydreams. Li Yi glanced dissatisfiedly. There was a girl on the high platform below. She was holding a guzheng and playing it. He can perform difficult dances and is full of temptation. No wonder those young men like crazy are giving rewards and poems...

In the blink of an eye, he got a few hundred taels of silver, just by twisting his waist. Li Yi was very envious.

If he had this ability, he wouldn't have to worry about money.

After playing the song, not long after, the duck-like voice called again: "Miss Yingying, please come upstairs and talk to Mr. Yang."

Suddenly there was an uproar below. Many people had given money just now. This girl Yingying invited the young master Yang who sent the poem up. It seemed that the poem might have impressed girl Yingying. .

Some people are full of envy, and some people sigh with regret. Wealth is easy to come by, but talent is rare. These famous prostitutes in Fengzhou are proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. No matter who they are, they can be called talented women. He is a well-known talented person from all walks of life, and he has never been very fond of the idiot who only knows how to make money.

"Why, are you excited?" Miss Liu Er glanced at Li Yi and asked casually when she saw him looking down with envy.

Li Yi nodded and said, "Yes, it's a thousand taels of silver, and the water didn't splash. It's a pity. If you give it to us, your medicine for next month will be available."

Miss Liu Er was startled, then shook her head and said: "The medicinal materials are only auxiliary, not necessary."

That's what he said, but if Miss Liu Er recovers earlier, they can go back one day earlier. Li Yi sighed, "You can't stop taking the medicine..."

Below the attic, the topic of the crowd has shifted from Miss Yingying to another woman on the stage. The woman dancing to the music at this moment is also a famous prostitute in Fengzhou City. In terms of fame, she is no less than the former.

A young man dressed as a scholar, holding a folding fan in his hand, and slightly fat sighed, turned and walked out of the crowd.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Qian who spends a lot of money?"

"There are still many shows to come, why did you leave so early?"

"Mr. Qian spent a lot of money, but he didn't win Miss Yingying's heart. What a pity, what a pity..."

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Several voices came from the front. The slightly fat young man looked up and saw a group of young people walking towards this side, and his face changed slightly.

"I don't want to cause trouble today, you get out of the way." He whispered, and then he forcefully separated the crowd and strode out.

"Hmph, he's just a money-grubbing guy, why pretend to be a talent!"

"Do you really think you're a scholar just because you hold a folding fan? You want to attract Miss Yingying's attention. You're just a toad wanting to eat swan meat."

"What a fool. If it weren't for his rich father, he wouldn't even be able to get into a place like this."

...

Hearing the mocking voice behind him, the young man trembled, his face turned pale, and his steps became faster.

"What a talent, just writing a few poems is amazing!"

At the door of the attic, the fat young man stood on the side of the road, clenched his fists, and said with gritted teeth.

Although he said so, his face was full of reluctance and helplessness. He looked back inside again and was ready to turn around and leave.

"Why, are you very unwilling?"

At this moment, a sudden voice suddenly came from the dark alley beside him.

The voice was full of temptation. The young man turned his head suddenly, looked into the dark, and asked vigilantly: "Who?"