[Plane] History of the struggle of the lords

Da Li has just stabilized now. In the years before the new emperor ascended the throne, as a general, he led the army and severely punished him in the Central Plains.So most of the folk customs I saw along the way were simple and kind.He vigorously advocated business, so the salaries of officials were also very high.The new emperor had just ascended the throne, perhaps because of guilt in his heart, he issued a decree to reduce and exempt the agricultural and commercial taxes in the whole country for two years, so all kinds of ordinary and difficult businesses are blooming everywhere, and even in remote towns, you can occasionally see small Large-scale commercial street.

After passing the Bianzhou mansion, the horse-drawn carriage had to abandon it and take the waterway to Lin'an. Otherwise, the winding mountain road along the way, needless to say, the horses had worked hard, and even the people would have suffered a lot.

Of course, no one was willing to throw away the tires of several cars, so they were all unloaded, and then the carriage was sold in Qiuji Mansion, and the goods and luggage were moved into the temporarily rented large passenger ship.

Before Dali founded the country, the former emperor's administration was harsh and incompetent.In order to satisfy one's selfish desires and enable oneself to travel conveniently at any time, several canals were opened in the Central Plains.The opening of this canal has condensed the blood and tears of most of the strong men in the country, and it is unknown how much soul blood is buried in this deep river.However, today, decades later, these canals have become the main roads used by the Dali people for commercial transportation.Also because of these smooth water fortresses in the country, the standard of Da Liren's shipbuilding is far higher than Wen Le's imagination.

The goods were moved into the inner warehouse in an orderly manner. Wei Shi asked the maids to help them slowly climb up the pedals, and Xiao Daoyong sat obediently in the nurse's arms.Because of the father's presence, the child probably intended to be obedient, and was usually not noisy. Now, he was curiously looking at the novel environment around him with a pair of round almond eyes, but he didn't speak out.

Wen Le looked at Lian, and said to the nanny: "I'll hug him, you go help the old lady and tell her to pay attention to her feet."

The nanny hesitated to hold the child into his arms, then backed away resignedly, Wen Le turned the little fat man upside down, teasing him with a smile: "Did you make grandma angry by crying all the way?"

Wen Daoyong stared at him non-stop with a pair of eyes, grabbed his sleeve with both hands nostalgic, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and stammered: "Father...father..."

"Call me Dad," Wen Le was not used to hearing it, and kissed his chubby cheek with a smile, "Call me Dad, there are sweets to eat!"

Wen Daoyong called carefully: "Abba..." He was not used to his father's embrace, but he didn't want to leave this place for a moment.Wen Le used to dislike this child whose biological mother was just a dewy marriage with him, and the occasional intimacy was just to test his poems. During this period of time, it was like a dream for the child-the father always hugged him and greeted him, He has a pleasant face, and he won't suddenly lower his face to reprimand him for not paying attention to his studies, and eat delicious candy!

Wen Le said happily, "Good son!" Seeing the children staring at him cautiously while swallowing with staring eyes, the last one threw himself into his shoulder socket and buried his head affectionately, refusing to get up.

Wen Le sighed, patted the back of this sensitive and precocious child, smelled a familiar nanmu fragrance from the tip of his nose, and turned around to see Wen Run standing beside him.

Wen Run stared at the child, but said to him: "Yonger, what's wrong?" It was rare for him to see his brother get close to his flesh and blood, and it was the first time in front of him.

Wen Le didn't understand what he asked, looked at him suspiciously, and asked, "Aren't you going to rest on the boat, brother?"

Don't want to say it?Wen Run stared at him, then nodded with a smile after a moment.

The water level of the Bianhang Canal is extremely deep, so the passenger ships passing by are full of momentum.What Wen Le and the others rented was a merchant ship used by ordinary small families for long-distance travel and recreation. It was low-key and simple. There were [-] boatmen alternately sailing the boat, and the owners were three single women.

Strange to say, Dali's folk customs are not open to the extent that women are allowed to show their faces at will, but there are many women in Bianzhou Wharf who rely on coolies to make a living.

Most of these women had to come out to earn meager living expenses because the men in their families died in the river for generations.It is already considered a good condition to have a private property like the owner of this ship.

Wen Le leaned against the bow of the boat, glanced across the sparkling water, took a deep breath, and sighed faintly.

He had had a hard time these days, he had to pay attention to the indiscriminate mixing of medicines when boiling the water every day, and he had to watch everyone give up drinking raw water and switch to boiled water.This road gradually goes south, and water and soil are no longer familiar attributes to most of the residents. If we don't moisten things now and silently change the physique of these people, by the time of Fuchun, Wen Le may already be a polished commander.

However, there is a big brother with a big smile and a little brother who is heartless by his side every day, and the translator with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks that will be used in the future is also disgusting.He fights with the sky, the earth, and the people, but he has no interest in endless fun. He just feels powerless after racking his brains, and wishes he could just sleep forever.

The head-on water wind finally relieved his depressed mood, but Cang Zhu didn't dare to let him sit alone for a long time. He hadn't settled down on the boat for a long time, so he hurriedly brought a couple to the bow of the boat to wait on him.

Wen Le swept over the small table, half of a finely sliced ​​cured duck, a plate of sour plum cakes, and a cup of mellow wine made from grapes.

He lowered his eyes and noticed that the eyes of Cang Zhu who was squatting in front of him and setting up the silver chopsticks were all black and blue, apparently he hadn't rested for a long time.

It's not surprising to say that the carriages they prepared were not ample for the journey.The few masters are okay, at least Wen Le can go to rest in his own carriage at all times.But as entourages, the servants and maids are crowded in two cars, so it is definitely not good for them to rest.

Cang Zhu put all her energy into moving the dining table, when she heard Wen Le's slightly hoarse voice above her head: "Is your room ready? Where's Lonicera?"

Cang Zhu was taken aback for a moment, then he hesitated and said: "Lian Dong...he is a little seasick, he has already vomited quite a few times when he came up."

Wen Le rolled his eyes, waved his hand and said, "I don't need you to wait here, and I can't eat anything, so you can share it among yourself. Later, you can take the cotton quilt I put in the carriage all the way to spread on the bed , the shaking will be smaller. Go and ask Tianji Tianxuan and the bunt and fist of the third master to rest together, and I will talk to the young masters."

Cang Zhu was taken aback: "How did this happen!?"

"There's nothing you can't do!" Wen Le glared at him, "Tell Chen Xiang and the others to rest too, hurry up, and don't talk about me!"

Cang Zhu was originally squatting, but after hearing what he said, she knelt down again.Kneeling in a daze for a while, he kowtowed to Wen Le, wiped his red eyes and left.

Cry ass, you really don't look like a man.

Wen Le turned his eyes away with some awkwardness, this place is such a class that he can't even get used to it.

Wen Run and Wen Lian couldn't find a waiter, so Wen Le knocked on their door with two bottles of bamboo leaf green - the three brothers shared the same room.

"Girls and boys haven't slept for a long time, I told them to go to rest. You don't need to find someone, let's have a drink."

Wen Lian has a rough nerve, and when he sees wine, he laughs: "If they're not here, they won't be here, what kind of wine did Second Brother bring?"

"Zhuyeqing, 25 years old." Wen Le shook the bottle, looked at Wen Run, "Brother, do you want to try it?"

Wen Run had that bottomless expression again, although he was smiling, he stared at him with probing eyes: "I don't drink much, but 25-year-old dry wine is a good thing, of course you can't miss it."

The three of them drank two jugs of wine one at a time while the passenger ship was rocking.

"Oh! I can't do it anymore," Wen Lian covered his head, "Second brother is dead drunk."

Aha, this is the latest molecular product, just kidding, it has much more stamina than distilled alcohol!

Wen Le giggled with his tongue wide open, kicked the third brother back to his own bed, turned around and threw himself on Wen Run's shoulder: "Brother... we two... back?"

"Go back," Wen Run didn't drink much, and his reason was still clear, and he helped each other up, "I'll help you go back first."

The two staggered as they walked, Wen Run pushed Wen Le's door open, helped him sit on the bed, and when he got up, he saw his younger brother's rare blank and innocent expression.

He was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that Wen Le was really skinny these days.

The original double chin has disappeared, and the skeletal lines of the face have also emerged.However, his face is not big and rough, but the bridge of his nose and brow bone are surprisingly high, which makes his eyes look big and deep even if he is half-closed.

Tsk...that greasy white skin.

Wen Run narrowed his eyes, and suddenly said: "It's been hard for you these days, if my father sees it, it will definitely hurt my heart."

It took Wen Le a long time to stick out his tongue: "Brother?"

"Fortunately, you have a firm heart, so I can rest assured. After this great change, you have finally made great progress. Now, seeing your compassion for the servants, I also know that you are not as reckless as before."

Wen Le chuckled, put her head on Wen Run's shoulder, and held his sleeves: "Brother... I know who treats me well."

Wen Run smiled, gently pushed him away, and said softly: "That's good. You have a good rest, brother, go and see if the third brother rolled under the bed and hit his forehead."

Wen Le chuckled, without taking off her shoes, she squinted her eyes and wanted to sleep.

Wen Run took off his shoes and socks for him, stared at his plump and round feet for a while, and found that they didn't think they were dirty, so he reached out and pinched his fleshy toes.Wen Le kicked her feet and smiled lowly: "Brother, don't make trouble with me...it's so itchy..."

Hearing the sound of the door being gently closed, the expression of the stupid drunk who had been laughing a moment ago suddenly subsided a lot. He opened his eyes and stared at the top of the bed in a daze for a while, then sat up and looked at the door.

What does Wen Run mean?Said while drunk, the meaning really made him unable to recognize innocence.

Could it be that he thought he told Cang Zhu and the others to rest in order to buy people's hearts?This smiling tiger has a mind deeper than the sea, and is really more elusive than a woman's heart, it's so annoying to death.

He even came to touch his own feet... In this day and age, if you do it to a woman, it would be considered frivolous, right?Sure enough, men are worthless?

Wen Le pinched his toes twice indignantly, and there was still some numb itching on the meat socket after being scratched lightly. After scratching, he stared at his fingers for a while, and put them on the tip of his nose for a sniff. , relax and nod——

- It really doesn't stink.

He fell asleep, snoring so loudly that he almost lifted the top of the bed.Ouch, this journey was exhausting for him.

Wen Run was naturally not drunk, he closed the door, his expression was stagnant for a moment.

He felt that he could not see through the current situation more and more. Since the death of Mrs. Wen, all the changes in the Wen family began to gradually escape his control.

However, at this time, how can he break free from the situation?

The new emperor, King Jianjun, the Wen family, the third master Wen... and now this Wen Xianle who seems to have been completely reborn.

All this made him feel rather tricky and at a loss as to what to do.

Wen Run turned back and stared at the door for a moment, when he heard a sudden startling snoring.

His worry was immediately discounted, he raised his hand and stared at the fat man's finger he had pinched just now for a while, Wen Run felt that he was mentally ill.The real master is still there drunk and sleeping in the dark, what kind of mind is he doing.

……

Wen Le's sound sleep was awakened by the sound of hasty running.The floors in the cabin are all made of wood, and unless you step on them lightly, the sound will definitely not be small.What's more, the few people who ran past seemed to have no spare energy to pay attention to whether they should walk lightly.

Wen Le stroked her swollen head, sat up frowning, and before she opened her eyes, a warm cloth was gently applied to her face.

"Chen Xiang?" He saw Chen Xiang twisting the handkerchief with lowered eyebrows, and thought of something, "Are you all up?"

Chen Xiang stared at him softly: "Yes."

This girl is usually quite aggressive, but Wen Le was taken aback by the earth-shaking change now. He touched his face, and indeed he wasn't drooling!

oops!Wen Le also forgot about the headache, stood up and asked, "I heard someone making noise outside, what's the matter?"

Before the words were finished, another rush of footsteps approached, and the door was gently pushed open, revealing Shuitong's beautiful face: "Sister Chenxiang... my lord? Are you awake?"

Seeing Wen Le, she was taken aback for a moment, then knelt down in relief: "Master Zhou asked Chuan Sanniang to push her into the river!"

"Master Zhou?" Wen Le frowned, "Zhou Yuanqing? What did he do?" The man with the mischievous eyebrows was not to his liking at first, but Wen Le rarely met him, and he was always out of sight.

Shuitong blushed when she heard the words, hesitated for two seconds, and then groaned in embarrassment: "He...he was contemptuous of Sanniang! Who knew that Sanniang could tear off a man's arm as soon as she stretched out her hand!?"

Now that the channel has just left Bianzhou, it is not a good thing to have a conflict with the captain immediately.

Zhou Yuanqing!

With a sullen face, Wen Le lifted off the quilt, found a robe and put it on, and hurried outside.