Chapter 7 Chunmiantang

【7】Spring Sleeping Hall

After this poem, Sun Maowen ordered the store to take out a pen and paper, and he personally copied the poems of the four people today.

Then the four drank a few pots again, and Yao Fan asked Sun Maowen about the procedures for building the warehouse. Sun Maowen patted his chest and promised Yao Fan that there was no problem with him in such a small matter.

After the wine and dishes were run out, Wei Guofu suggested to have some fun. Sun Maowen and Liu Ziming also said that the matter was elegant and could be done.

Yao Fan recalled the red face and laughing virtue he saw on the roadside in the day, and couldn't help but get cold in his vest. But he also knows that this kind of thing can never be excused at this time, and it should be noted that this is also the only way to make friends with Qing officials. Whether you are really high or fake high, you must not pretend to be pretentious at this time. In that case, you must be separated from others. You must not do such a stupid thing at this time.

So the four people left the Shijia Hotel on the front and back. Yao Fan settled the bill in the back. When he went out, he saw Sun Maowen and Liu Ziming on the sedan chair. Wei Guofu rode his horse and pointed to Yao Fan and said, "Brother Yao rode that horse."

Although Yao Fan had never ridden a horse, he was not afraid to see that the horse was so short. After stepping on the donkey-thin pony, he grabbed the reins and urged him to go up and walk side by side with Wei Guofu. This pony is very good-looking and slow-swung wood. It seems to be quite tame.

I think he has opened a new way to make money. Wei Guofu really drank a lot today. He rode on a horse facing Yao Fan and said enthusiastically, "Brother Yao is talented and rich. Your brother Wei is really happy with you. In the future, if you encounter any incomprevious goods in this Jiaozhou city, you can just find him to guard the camp. Your brother Wei and You deal with it."

Yao Fan sang a promise and knew that the response of these officials was unreliable. If he really wanted to do something in the future, he would still have to spend some money, but then again, it was better to have this relationship than to come without mercy.

The group quickly came to a quiet neighborhood in the north of the city and saw two small red lanterns hanging in front of the door with the word Chunmian. Yao Fan sighed in his heart and felt that the ancients were elegant. If there were brands such as Happy Shampoo, Happy Foot Bath City, Beishuang Cabaret, etc., he would inevitably spit out half of the wine he had just drunk.

Yao Fan commented with the strength of wine: "Chunmian doesn't realize the dawn, and it's really the scene."

Sun Maowen got off the sedan chair and walked in with a shy stomach. As he walked, he smiled proudly and said, "The more elegant it is to do this elegant thing, the better. I dare not say anywhere else, but the women's upbringing and talk is not comparable to that of yellowfish and pheasants on the roadside.

Liu Ziming, a customs inspector, saw Yao Fan's stunned and show off his knowledge and said, "Brother Yao has lived abroad for a long time. I don't know that the people of the Qing Dynasty called the big foot* standing on the roadside called yellow fish, and the prostitute who rented a house and opened the door to sell his own brand is called a pheasant. Those are the places where the rough people go below. But...hehe, some Tongji quite like that tone...haha..."

After Liu Ziming smiled and show off his profound knowledge, Sun Maowen answered and laughed, "How can Lord Liu know that heroes are not reckless? You should know that there is also a pheasant platform.

Liu Ziming laughed again when he heard the words.

Yao Fan didn't know, but smiled and echoed the crowd and followed closely.

Wei Guofu seemed to come and go here often, leading the three of them all the way through the courtyard to the innermost part. Along the way, the old girls and turtles stared around behind Wei Guofu's buttocks like flies.

"Lord Wei, you really can't bear it! I want my daughter to look forward to it every day, and I haven't seen you for a few days. Poor my daughter's little face has lost weight.

The meat on the pimp's cheek was beating, her buttocks twisted vigorously, and her fingers clenched her handkerchief tightly, flattering Wei Guofu.

Wei Guofu smiled and smiled with satisfaction. He turned his head and said to everyone: "The big guy is going to find a good one."

Then Wei Guofu told the old man: "My brother Yao came back from overseas. You must find a good girl to serve him, so as not to fall off the decentness of my Qing Dynasty. If anyone annoys my brother, I will have to skin your pussy and feed the dog.

After saying that, Wei Guofu pouted at Yao Fan's side, and the old girl suddenly responded with a smile, "Lord Wei's brother, that's my own uncle. Even if I stick to my dozens of pounds, I will treat him comfortably."

Yao Fan's taste was extremely heavy when he heard this, and his body was numb to goose bumps in an instant.

Seeing Yao Fan's restraint, Wei Guofu smiled and squeezed his eyes at him. Yao Fan figured out what he meant to let go of himself? So he followed a turtle into the east wing. Sun Maowen and Liu Ziming also followed the little turtle to the north hall room with a shy stomach.

The old lady in the yard hugged Yao Fan's arm and said affectionately, "I said why didn't I see the prince's braids? It turned out that the prince was a state guest from overseas. It was disrespectful! Disrespectful! Since Lord Wei said this, I must choose a sharp daughter to serve the prince, but the old slave doesn't know what the prince likes? Are you particular about fat, thin and tall? Do you like to talk about it?

Yao Fan was embarrassed and quickly replied, "Just find someone who can chat."

The old lady smiled and said, "That must be the third sister to serve the young master."

The old lady said to the little turtle with a waist next to him, "Take Mr. Yao to the third sister's room."

Yao Fan entered the room and saw that the room was still clean, so he sat down at the round table. The third sister gave him a deep blessing. When she saw him sit down, she got up gracefully, sat gently on the round stool beside Yao Fan, raised her eyes and asked Yao Fan, "How many dishes do you want?"

Yao Fan knew that these senior * income basically depended on fruit dishes and tea. Generally speaking, the money for selling meat goes to brothels, so he said, "It's up to you. Let's make the best tea here. Let's chat casually."

Yao Fan looked at the third sister and saw that she was wearing a water-green lake silk single dress. Her figure was romantic and fair. Her face with a pointed chin was white and tender, and her big watery eyes were quite fresh. She painted light makeup with a little powder, which was really beautiful and dignified.

When she heard Yao Fan's explanation, she ordered the little turtle waiting beside him, "Go and ask your mother to send four fruit dishes. If you want to send them today, choose the freshest one, and then pick up the new good Longjing before tomorrow. I will soak in it with my son."

The little turtle lingered and couldn't walk away. Yao Fan was understanding and threw him about one or two pieces of broken silver. After the little turtle smiled and thanked, he hurriedly ran away. Soon, when he turned back, he held a lacquered wooden plate in his hand, with four small fruit plates on it. The noodles are served with melon seeds, plums, sugar-pickled winter melon strips and several snacks with unknown fillings. Putting down the plate, the little turtle ran again. This time, he held a small black pottery teapot the size of a fist in his left hand and a white porcelain teapot with boiling water in his right hand.

The third sister took it over and began to make tea for Yao Fan with the white porcelain tea cup buckled on the tea tray on the table. Yao Fan saw that her method was elegant as if she had practiced tea ceremony, which made people feel comfortable.

The little turtle thoughtfully put on the door and left Yao Fan and his third sister alone.

So Yao Fan relaxed and looked around at the furnishings in the room. Seeing that there were beauty scrolls hanging on the four walls of the room, and other decorative objects such as vases also looked ordinary imitations, he turned his attention back to the third sister.

"Sir, please try this pre-minglongjing tea. I heard from the guests that in Jiaozhou, the tea in our Chunmiantang tastes better than in the teahouse."

Yao Fan smelled it slightly and smelled it a little sweet. He felt that the tea was really okay. He nodded in recognition.

"The third sister saw that the prince did not have braids. Is the prince religious? I think you are very handsome although you don't have braids. The third sister was very flattous and complimented Yao Fan.

Yao Fan ignored the third sister's words and resumed the topic: "Third sister, how long have you lived in Jiaozhou?"

The third sister responded calmly, "The slave family has been in Jiaozhou for five years."

Yao Fan asked, "What did Sunzhou judge say about the pheasant Taoist platform?" What is this allusion? Do you know?"

The third sister smiled, hit a melon seed with some astringent movements, peeled it with her nails, and sent Ren'er to Yao Fan's mouth. Yao Fan ate it bravely.

The third sister saw that Yao Van Gogh was handsome, his nose was straight, and his eyes were bright, and he was quite admired. Now he blushed and ate the melon kernels he had hit, which made the third sister couldn't help but feel happy.

"Lord Sun is not a choreographer. I heard that in Jimo County next to Jiaozhou, the former surname of Lord Zhao, who was originally a businessman in Nanjing. Because he liked a prostitute named Guihua and rented a house with a sign, he married a family. The pheasant became a lady, and naturally took off the brand and stopped selling it. He just wanted Lord Liu to donate an official. Lord Liu said that although he knew half a basket of words, he couldn't make an article. How to be an official?

Yao Fan nodded and said, "Isn't that the reason?"

The third sister smiled and said, "But this prostitute named Guihua had to donate to Lord Liu. Lord Liu had no choice but to go to Beijing with this osmanthus flower. She never thought that this osmanthus flower was really a person. She entrusted someone to spend 3,000 taels to donate a four-grade Taoist platform to Lord Liu, but as you know, our Qing Dynasty, the donation Many officials are like cow hair. As the saying goes, ten thousand years of alternates can't be arranged in ten thousand years. That's the reason."

Yao Fan asked, "Then how did Lord Liu become a state judge?"

The third sister said, "Thinking of the ordinary squire's donation of officials is nothing more than asking for a glorious ancestor. In the future, it will be more decent to have an official body. But I never thought that this prostitute had a way to find a letter from a prince in Beijing and handed it over to the governor of Shandong. It turns out that this prostitute's mother is the wet nurse that the prince is spoiled now.

Yao Fan smiled and said, "How can the prince write a letter before he is weaned?"

The third sister covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Since you are the prince, even if you have a lot of beards and want to eat milk, you can always eat it."

Yao Fan felt that this matter began to be ridiculous and asked, "Then Lord Liu became an official?"