Han Xiufeng walked to the door of the lobby and took a look, and found that Zhang Shiheng's words just now were not clear. Zhang Guangcheng didn't come, but Zhang Guangcheng's family member Zhang Si came, and stayed outside the class room like Li Xiucai's followers.

In front of Han Chen, Pan Er was not good at reporting the account of selling salt, so he stood aside and muttered: "Second Young Master Zhang hasn't come yet, hasn't he gotten up." ”

"Second Young Master Zhang won't come." Han Xiufeng looked back at Han Chen and asked with a smile, "Brother Yuzhi, should we go to Fengshan for a walk, or go back to Ertang to roast the fire?" ”

"What kind of mountain is Fengshan, on the scenery of Taizhou, this place is really not as good as our hometown, the most ridiculous thing is that no matter Taizhou or Hai'an, there are ten views and eight scenes. In fact, there are no sub-scenes, they are all made up by some pretentious sour Confucians. Han Chen waved his hand and said with a smile: "On such a cold day, let's go back to the second hall to roast the fire." ”

Han Xiufeng smiled dumbly, and couldn't help asking, "Brother Yuzhi, do you also know the three ponds and ten scenes?" ”

Han Chen said with a smile as he walked inside: "There is a prisoner in our corner who has studied in Mingdao Academy, and every time he eats wine, he will mention the three ponds and ten scenes, not only do you know, but my ears are about to hear calluses." ”

There is really no beautiful scenery in Hai'an, but the scholars of Hai'an and the scholars who have been officials in Hai'an have made up ten scenes for Hai'an, because Hai'an was called Santang in ancient times, so it also has the elegant name of "Three Ponds and Ten Scenes". Han Xiufeng also felt funny, and couldn't help asking: "What are the ten scenes, Brother Yuzhi, do you really remember?" ”

"It's nature." Han Chen thought about it for a while, and said like a few treasures: "Dongjiao Literary Society, Nancheng Taowu, Xisi Evening Bell, Beiyuan Chrysanthemum, Fengshan Zaoxia, Sanli Fengfan, Jinghong Water Pavilion, Han Qian Cuibai, Shuangqiao Winding Path, Guiling Qiuxiang, one is not much, one is not many, there are exactly ten, but some do not match the name." ”

Han Xiufeng studied Fang Zhi for several days, not only knew about these ten scenes, but also remembered a few poems describing these ten scenes, worried that his donation background would be looked down upon by his fellow villagers, so he couldn't help but laugh and said: "Kuiguang Gao Yao gathers humanities, and Dongbi books are self-sparing." The purple gas of the fragrant horse Banteng, the ground is close to the clouds of A and B. The merry history is only Zhang Zi, and Boya Shiheng has Lu Jun. Since Zhong Ying relied on Emperor Jane, the special education has successively produced Lingfen! ”

Han Chen didn't expect that the little fellow who was born as a donor next to him would be able to chant this poem of the Eastern Suburbs Publishing House, which was really impressive, and he looked back and sighed after thinking about it: "The merry history is only Zhang Zi, and Boya Shiheng has Lu Jun, which means that Lu Shun and Zhang Fuxiang's talents are not inferior to the ancient Lu and Zhang, which is a bit interesting." ”

"I'm not afraid of Brother Yu's jokes, Xiufeng just knows how to read it, I just think this poem is very good, I really don't know if it's Lu Shun Zhang Fuxiang." Han Xiufeng scratched his head and asked embarrassedly, "Who is Lu Shun, and who is Zhang Fuxiang?" ”

Talking about poetry and allusions, Han Chen is an expert, and he said: "Lu Shun is a life in the late Ming Dynasty, the character is rising, the number is Wuzhou, and he is from Taizhou." In the fourteenth year of Chongzhen in the previous dynasty, he traveled with Zhang Youxue and Zhang Yiqiao, and founded Qujiang Society. Shunzhi seven years of tribute, Kangxi three years of Jiachen Jinshi, the director of the penal department, promoted to Langzhong, the official Zhejiang school, and then returned to his hometown after illness. Home for more than 20 years, respected by the township. He is the author of "Shuanghongtang Poetry Collection", "Wuzhou Anthology", "Shimen Mountains Chronicle", etc.

Zhang Fuxiang is a native of Anfengchang, Kangxi has been a jinshi for 60 years, and he is 58 years old when he is Chinese. Soon after the Chinese style, Kangxi Ye was summoned in Laningju, and because of his profound knowledge, he was elected as the Jishi of the Hanlin Academy, and returned to his hometown after studying in the Shuchang Hall for three years. ”

"It turned out to be a local jinshi!" Although it was recorded in the state chronicles, Han Xiufeng did not pay attention to the Jinshi before the Daoguang Dynasty.

Pan Er couldn't see anyone else's kindness the most, because he couldn't understand a word, he couldn't help asking: "Young Master, you just said that Second Young Master Zhang wouldn't come, why didn't he come?" ”

"His family is here, why is he coming?" Han Xiufeng looked at him thoughtfully, and explained: "It's not appropriate to come forward in person for such a thing as asking for money, it is enough to have a middleman, and then send a family member to keep an eye on the middleman." Not only will he not come, but we don't have to do much today. ”

"But if you don't star, how much silver he cares about the surname Xu and the surname Bao, and how much silver the surname Xu and the surname Bao will give him, how do we know? If we don't know anything, he obviously asks for 10,000 taels but says what if he only needs 5,000 taels? The more Pan Er thought about it, the more unsteady he became, and said: "Li Xiucai is a white-eyed wolf, he came early in the morning to pick up his mother-in-law and baby, and he didn't even say hello to you." ”

"It is up to him to decide how much he wants to share with the surname Xu and the surname Bao, and how much he can give us. In short, we don't give too much, we don't give too little, we don't give us too little, everything is as it is. ”

"Young master, how can this be done casually?"

"Do you want money or death?"

"It's a god, but it's also money."

"You can't have both fish and bear's paws, you want both money and life, how can there be such a good thing in the world! That's it, don't make your own decisions. If Fu'an comes again, don't come forward. Han Xiufeng paused, and then said: "Since Zhang Guangcheng doesn't plan to come, the one thousand taels of silver in the signing room can only be sent to him." Changsheng, if you take a trip, you will say that this is a little bit of the heart of Master Huang of the Fu'an Salt Division, Master Wang of the Anfeng Salt Division, Master Jing of the Tea and Salt Division, and Ambassador Han. ”

"Okay, I'll send it to him."

"Wait."

"What else?" Pan Er turned around and asked.

Han Xiufeng asked in a low voice, "Where are the two green battalion soldiers that Su Jueming invited from Taizhou?" ”

"They knew Zhang Daring originally, and as soon as they got the reward, they went to the Foreign Affairs Bureau."

"After sending the silver to the post shop, I went to the Foreign Affairs Office by the way, invited them to come, and said that I had something to do with them."

"Yes."

As soon as Pan Er's front foot left, Zhang Shiheng ran over with an account book, looked at Han Chen, and said embarrassedly: "Uncle Han, several masters of the salt field brought a lot of gifts at night, and Wang Qianbu and I returned in the morning, some can be put away, some can't, what do you say?" ”

"What can you put and can't put it?"

"There are two loads of clams, three loads of hairtail, two loads of yellow croaker, one load of shrimp, and two loads of sea fish that I don't know what to call. The pickling is not very good, even if it is pickled for a long time, it is not delicious. ”

"So much seafood, Brother Yu, you sent it." Han Xiufeng asked with a smile.

Han Chen said with a smile: "I brought a load of clams and a load of hairtail fish, and some worthless things, which may be rare in other places, but really worthless on the beach." ”

"Why are you so polite?" Han Xiufeng smiled, then turned around and said, "Shiheng, pick out a few catties and send them to the post shop for Second Young Master Zhang to taste." Pick a few catties each and send them to Dean Gu, Wang Jiansheng, and Yu Jiansheng, we will keep a little, and give the rest to Chu Chenggui and them. ”

"Divide it with Chu Chenggui, Jiang Huai and those archers?"

"Give those splashes a little bit, too."

"Okay, there's a scale in the kitchen anyway."

Han Xiufeng thought about it and asked, "What else is there besides seafood?" ”

"That's a lot." Zhang Shiheng looked down at the ledger and read: "Dried shark, dried eel, dried squid, and dried shrimp are four quintals, but these things don't look heavy in fact; Two jars of drunken crab, drunken snail, shrimp oil and sesame shrimp paste, two jars of pickled fish, four jars of jujube red, four jars of honey sauce, four jars of mint dew, ten catties of persimmons, ten catties of fine brown sugar, ten catties of prawns, ten catties of small shrimp, six bags of dim sum of Taihe Zhai, ten catties of tea from Fang Yixing, and two horses of silk satin from Zhenfengheng......"

I don't know if I don't listen, but I was shocked when I heard it, and a few salt officials actually sent so many things.

Han Xiufeng asked curiously: "What are jujube red, honey sauce and mint dew?" ”

Zhang Shiheng hurriedly said: "The wine is all wine made from the salt farm. ”

Han Chen said with a smile: "The honey is drenched, the taste is sweet and mellow, and the color is like gold; Mint dew, light blue color, long taste! Zhixing, these are all good local wines! ”

"Yes, eat seafood at noon, and open a jar of good wine at noon to taste."

"Uncle Han, Wang Qianbu is doing it, he said that the clam is the freshest in the world, and only the best banquet in Taizhou has the clam."

"The freshest in the world, I am drooling when I say it." Han Xiufeng looked back at the courtyard and ordered: "When it's done, remember to ask Qianbu to send a little bit to Li Xiucai and Zhang Si, we don't care about their business, but we can't ignore their food." ”

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