Sihailou has never been as grand as it is today. Even if you count the branch in the capital, it will be the same when you count the opening day before.

Not to mention that the entire two-story building is brightly lit and the pipes are flutes, just looking at the crowded carriages and horses outside the door.

Sun Fatzi was sweating all over his face, and the clothes on his body were dry and wet, wet and dry from the inside out, and he felt uncomfortable at first, but in the end, he only felt tired like falling apart, but the discomfort of the clothes was no longer half a feeling.

Today's day's income far exceeds the past, this kind of income certainly makes Sun Fatzi happy, but what makes Sun Fatzi even more happy is the harvest of today's contacts.

As Su Mo assessed, although Sun Fatzi also has some background, he is not a hard stick. This has made him work hard for more than ten years, and it has always been difficult to really get close to the upper echelons of this society.

The concept of a businessman's low status and the importance of profit over parting is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, so that those who are really rich and noble have never really looked at him squarely.

But today, those nobles who were rarely seen in the past, who didn't deliberately smile when they saw him? What's more, they took the initiative to come over and pat him on the shoulder, and book a banquet for all the festivals of the next year in one go.

Sun Sihai knew that these people were not actually looking at him, but the smiling teenager in the crowd with a strange mouse squatting on his shoulder.

It was precisely because of this young man's deliberate lifting several times that those nobles lowered their bodies and accosted themselves as lowly businessmen with smiles.

With his extraordinary wisdom and superb means, the young man was unexpected again and again, and before everyone could react, he suddenly soared into the sky and proudly took the lead.

Sun Sihai was very fortunate and glad that he made that decision. He felt it was the smartest investment of his life. It was with that investment that I got such a good reward today.

Sun Sihai was not only happy, but also grateful to Su Mo from the bottom of his heart. In fact, over the years, Su Mo was not the only one he had invested in, but Su Mo was the only one who really returned to him. So, he was deeply grateful.

took the specially cooked decanting soup, and added a small plate of stewed mellow beef, Sun Sihai personally supported it and sent it to Su Mo, who had just hid in the small room on the side.

"Childe, the sea has boiled some soup, the most important thing is to relieve hangover and nourish the body, this is a secret recipe passed down from my grandson's ancestors, Childe try it a little. He put down the tray with a smile, took the small bowl himself, and held it to Su Mo with both hands.

Su Mo drank a little too much, it was really too much, he was dizzy, so he easily got out, found the toilet and put water, and then he slammed his throat and vomited, so he felt better. After coming back, he didn't dare to go into the hall again, so he quietly slipped into this small room to catch his breath.

Later generations have read many records, all of which say that the ancient wine was inferior, not only the taste was poor, but also almost no degree. Otherwise, if you can't come, you will have a few catties and a few catties, and if you can't come, you will pop out of ten bowls and eight bowls?

Therefore, Su Mo felt that in the future life, the amount of one pound of liquor he would have, not to mention that one person would overturn the whole game, at least a few rounds would be no problem.

So, he was tragic.

Who said that the ancient wine had no degree? Su Mo swore that if he could go back to the afterlife, the first thing he would do would be to catch this girl and soak her in a wine vat for three days.

He meowed, this Daming wine, it's right that the taste is lighter, but the degree is definitely not low.

In fact, he didn't figure out that the so-called ancient wine was low, and most of the ancient times he said referred to before the Tang Dynasty.

Since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, there have been three pulps of famous spirits. Not to mention, the Song Dynasty, which experienced an explosion of economic development. By this time, the brewing of wine was already extremely mature. He compared the previous records of the Tang Dynasty with Daming, and he was called a strange person if he didn't hit the trick.

Slanting the bowl of soup in front of him, there were a few traces of emerald green floating in the clear light, and a fresh and mellow smell wafted by, and the stomach was already a little comfortable.

Stretched out his hand to take the bowl, he just nodded at Sun Sihai, and sent it to his mouth with a porcelain spoon one by one. In the end, it was not a little hot, and it was simply drunk from the bowl, and then a mouthful of air grew.

A fine sweat burst out of his forehead, the warmth in his stomach surged, and most of the wine was gone.

"Good soup!" Su Mo belched for a long time, praised sincerely, and then looked at Sun Sihai with a smile and said, "Old Sun, you have a heart, thank you." ”

Sun Sihai was flattered, bent down slightly and said: "I don't deserve Gongzi Xie, but it is Haidang Xie Gongzi who is promoted." ”

Su Mo realized that his title and self-title had changed. After coming to this Ming time and space for so long, although he still doesn't know much, he still has some general understanding of some specific names and the like.

Like Sun Sihai, calling himself a son-in-law directly, instead of a joint surname, and claiming to be his own name directly, is actually a kind of euphemism into the door.

Su Mo felt a little illusory.

This is an era of strict hierarchies, and all classes consciously or unconsciously abide by their duties.

Su Mo was born in a poor family, with no background behind him, and no trace of famous surnames. Even compared to a wealthy businessman like Sun Sihai, at most he is just an equal. If you want to talk about Su Mo's identity as a scholar, don't talk about it, he's not even a showman, he's a fart reader?

Xiucai doesn't kneel when he sees the official, he is a little Mengtong, as long as he doesn't get into Xiucai, he is still a fart when he comes home!

In this case, Sun Sihai actually revealed the intention of throwing himself into the door, can Su Mo not feel mysterious?

Don't say anything else, let's just talk about the gang of people outside, don't look at one or two who are drunk and dizzy, which one can be seen messing up the level?

Who should be called a brother and sister together, and who can be patted shoulder to shoulder, that is all a matter of consideration. Even if he drank and collapsed, he would never have a squire to hook Pang Shiyan's shoulder and shout a strange thing like a brother with a big tongue.

Officials are officials, and the people are the people. Even if it is Zhang Yue's identity, he can keep his face and hold his body, but he will never collapse with Pang Shiyan in the open. This is an unspoken rule, an unspoken rule of feudal society.

Someone said, the protagonist, of course, has the spirit of the king.

Su Mo never belittles himself, but he is never arrogant either. He felt that Wang Bazhiqi, a high-end product that was close to an artifact, was really a little far away from him, at least for now.

Therefore, after he noticed Sun Sihai's change, he was stunned at first, and then smiled faintly and said, "Old Sun, don't be a moth." Why?"

Sun Sihai also smiled, and at the same time, he was inexplicably relieved in his heart. didn't answer directly, first turned around and sat down, picked up the plate of beef, and held it in front of Duoduo.

Duoduo's eyes lit up, and his nose trembled sharply a few times, but he turned his head to look at Su Mo first. It's not that it's so human, that it knows to ask for the opinion of Su Mo, the master, first. Rather, it is based on animal instincts, which only believe in Sumer. For the outsiders it could feel, it would only feel safe if Su Mo nodded and allowed it.

Su Mo smiled and took the small plate, Duoduo was immediately overjoyed, and his two front paws hurriedly dragged a piece and chewed it in a big gulp.

"It's like a mouse. Sun Sihai smiled and pointed to the munching Duoduo, "Trust, a kind of intuitive trust." ”

Seeing that Su Mo looked at him and didn't answer, Sun Sihai didn't care, and continued to take care of himself: "Hai is not confused when he is over the age of today, and the people who pass by don't know how many people he has seen, but there has never been a person who can be as ....... as ...... as Gongzi is."

When he said this, he seemed to be unable to find the right words to describe it for a while, and he couldn't help but swallow.

Su Mo smiled slightly and said, "Bizarre?"

Sun Sihai was stunned, then shook his head and smiled: "It can't be said to be bizarre." In short, it's a peculiarity. Yes, it's peculiar. Hai felt that Childe was different from everyone else, but he couldn't say what was different. Hai just has an intuition, maybe Childe can't do it today, but there will always be a day when he can do it, and maybe it won't be too long. Hai is a merchant, and a businessman is the best at investing. Hai felt that if he couldn't take advantage of the current situation to invest first, maybe the day when he could, Hai would not be able to. Oh, let's see, it's right or wrong, isn't it?"

He finally laughed twice at himself and made a closing statement.

Su Mo understood that this was an old fox with sharp intuition. He didn't say anything directly to the door, but he used this vague, or self-evident way, to occupy a hole for himself first.

Let's look at it, in fact, it means that let's see, if Su is really as intuitive as Sun Sihai intended, then it is natural to throw himself into the door. But if not, everyone laughs, how it should be or how it is, and it won't hinder anything.

Is it cunning? Yes, very cunning. But it didn't arouse Su Mo's disgust, but because of his confession, he had a little more favor.

O wisdom of the ancients.

Su Mo sighed secretly. He closed his eyes slightly and thought for a while, then opened his eyes and smiled: "Help me pay attention to the news." All kinds of news, Wuqing, and the capital, or any news that can be heard or touched. No need to deliberately, well, that's all. ”

Since it is clear that everyone is using it, it must be on both sides. Sun Sihai can vaguely take advantage of the opportunity, so it is reasonable for Su Mo to make some requests at this moment. After all, no matter how vague or subtle it is, there is always a clear distinction between priorities and priorities.

As a posterity, Su Mo naturally understands the role of information. No matter what he does in the future and what he wants to do, the more information he has, the more confidence he will have. Places like taverns and tea shops are the best places to collect information, and since there is this opportunity, Su Mo naturally has to seize it.

Sun Sihai nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, is it okay to do it twice a month?"

Su Mo bowed slightly, Sun Sihai didn't say more, took another bowl and filled the bowl of soup, and said, "Son, use another bowl, it's delicious for the body." After using this bowl, rest before going out. Outside, the sea takes care of it. With that, he got up and saluted, turned around and went out, helping Su Mo close the door.

Su Mo took the bowl and drank it slowly, while sorting out today's information. unexpectedly gained Sun Sihai's line, which made him suddenly a little more aware of the originally somewhat casual goal.

Coming to this Ming time and space unexpectedly, what did he Su Mo want to do? Or rather, what kind of level do he want to achieve? Even if it is a simple life, there should be a high, medium and low grade of quality.

Before, he did everything he could, plagiarized poetry and manipulated the education system, but at that time he just subconsciously felt that if he wanted to ensure his life, he had to rely on it. Then, in this era of learning and excellence, if you don't want to become an official, you must make achievements in literature.

But to what extent and what should happen after the achievement, in fact, he didn't think about it at all.

Including the things he is doing now, the purpose is to make money. How much money does it make? What do you do and what do you do after you earn it? These suddenly became so clear that he had to think about it seriously.

Compared with later generations, this ancient Ming Dynasty was free. But this freedom comes with great danger.

The reason why later generations felt less free was because of the relatively sound legal restrictions. This restriction is not only for ordinary people, but also for the upper classes to the greatest extent possible. Therefore, although later generations have heard from time to time that some kind of darkness and some kind of persecution and the like have happened from time to time, relatively speaking, it is still limited to individual cases.

But what about this Daming? The incident of Han Xing'er's father and daughter alone can be seen. He had experienced it first-hand when he first came here, and this probability was even more terrifying than that of the afterlife.

So, even if he has some literary achievements and has earned relatively enough wealth, how can he ensure that he can enjoy it with peace of mind?

If you don't become an official, you will lose the maximum layer of protection in terms of power; how long can this power be borrowed simply by borrowing it? and to what extent can it provide him with protection?

Just like this small Wuqing County. Pang Shiyan, the county commander, has already been fooled and lame by him, and it can even be said that he can control it, right? But this county honor, when he really faces a crisis, it is difficult to say whether he can even protect himself, so how can he absolutely guarantee his Su Mo's safety?

See the small and see the big with the small. One county is like this, and what about one government? Looking at the whole Ming Dynasty?

Could he Su Mo be willing to stay in this small Wuqing County all his life? So, when he stepped out of Wuqing County, how could he hold on?

Or someone said, how many ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty, if others can live, you can't live? Su Mo knew that he might really not be able to live.

Not to mention that it is easy to go from thrift to luxury, and it is difficult to go from luxury to thrift. It is difficult for a later generation to let him be bullied and allowed to be manipulated like the people of this age. Not to mention, perhaps he will face more brutal oppression, such as his father and his wife and children.

Just like Han Xing'er, if you put it on an ancient, you may just accept your fate and endure it. Didn't Daddy Han just accept his fate? Even Han Xing'er himself once recognized it. But Su Mo refused, he didn't even think about it, and chose to fight directly.

That kind of life, he can't bear it!

Or simply overturn the preface and become an official. Not to mention whether he can be lucky enough to pass the exam, and then step into officialdom step by step. Even if everything goes well, he becomes an official with the halo of the protagonist, but with his temperament, how long can he be an official?

With a long exhale, Su Mo rubbed his head with a headache, only to feel so bitter suddenly. After going through all the conjectures in the novel, I found out after careful deduction that it was really conjecture. It's not 100% impossible, but it's definitely not that simple.

There was a sound of chirping in his ears, and he turned his head to look, only to see the little guy staring at the bowl of soup in his hand, his eyes full of curiosity and eagerness.

With an inexplicable relief in his heart, he laughed and scolded, put the bowl on the table, reached out and picked up the guy and put it on the table, and scolded with a smile: "Foodie, eat it, eat it." ”

Duoduo was overjoyed, took two steps forward, suddenly stopped, turned around and jumped on his shoulder, rubbed Su Mo's cheek with his big tail, and really flattered him, then ran down with a cigarette, and went to the bowl, and drank it.

Take two sips, raise your head and click your lips, as if savoring it, and then lie down again and continue to chirp.

Looking at this little guy's heartless appearance, Su Mo suddenly felt so envious. Could it be that you can't even compare to a flying squirrel?

If the road ahead is impassable, and there are mountains and rocks blocking it, then it will be opened, and if it cannot be reached, it can always be bypassed; if there is a big river blocking it, then a bridge will be built to pass it. If you can't build a bridge, you can build a boat and cross it, and if you can't hold a piece of wood, you can always float over, right? As a college student of later generations and a people's teacher with a high degree of education, can it be true that he can't find a way to survive by relying only on information and knowledge that surpasses this era?

Thinking of this, he suddenly felt a sense of momentum in his heart. He rubbed his face vigorously with both hands, eliminated the last bit of alcohol, and his eyes became firm again.

The short-term goals continue as before, but the long-term plans must also be arranged.

The Ming Dynasty is very big, and the world is very big. In this time and space, the world is wider than the afterlife, enough for him to toss and turn.

He stood up, his eyes full of war. Duoduo was keenly aware of the change in his master, his four paws moved together, and he slipped up his shoulder, rubbed his big tail back and forth a few times, tilted his head to look at him, as if inquiring.

Su Mo laughed, reached out and rubbed its little head fiercely: "Duoduo, brother will take you to create a world!

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