After eating, Yang Zhang and Liu Yong returned to Renhe Club again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info But this time, the two didn't gamble again, just purely watching the game to pass the time - the experience of losing in the morning made both of them look listless.

But it's not without its gains. After listening to the discussions of other fans, the two finally understood the reason for their own adulteration in the morning.

It turned out that it was not the real Pu Wangfu team who played with the Heyi County Wangfu team in the morning, but his substitute. Therefore, although there is still a difference in the technical level of the two parties, there is not too much difference. After the Pu Wangfu team lost two "main forces" due to an "accident", it was overtaken by the Heyi County Wangfu team, which made many fans lose money.

"That guy who sells gambling tickets must know this, but he doesn't explain it to us, it's too hateful."

"Profiteers, they are profiteers."

Liu Yong and Yang Zhang were angry and scolded.

It wasn't until it was dark that Liu Yong and Yang Zhang left Renhe Ball Club and rushed home.

When Liu Yong pushed the door open, the lamp had been lit, and his parents were lying on the table in the main hall to settle accounts. Liu Yong carefully closed the door without disturbing them, and slowly walked towards the house.

"Seventy-five deerskins, four hundred and ten each, thirty thousand seven hundred and fifty dollars. Angelica 510 catties, 530 yuan per catty, a total of 270,000 and 300 yuan, Liu Ji wiped the odds and gave 270,000 yuan. Six hundred and ten catties of deer antlers, nine hundred and eighty-five dollars per catty, a total of six hundred thousand and eight hundred and fifty dollars... The total is one hundred and twenty-four thousand nine hundred and eighty dollars, which is one thousand three hundred and thirty and one hundred and ten dollars......

In addition to the goods at the time of departure, the rent of the horse team was one hundred and seventy-one, the wages owed to the men were thirty per person, a total of two hundred and ten yuan, and the guide gave ten yuan... The entrance fee to Xi'an Mansion is 685 yuan, and the tax is 4,200 yuan... The entrance fee to Lanzhou is 800 yuan, the tax is 5,100 yuan, the living tax is 11,000 yuan, and the carriage is stored for 15 days and 200 yuan a day... Huangzhou ......

Hey? When did Brother Yong come back? ”

Liu Qingyi was rummaging through the scribbled notes while dialing the abacus, and every time he calculated a number, he read it out and reported it to Mu Shi, who was lying in front of the candlestick holding a notebook, and accidentally looked up and found a figure lying on the door frame of the main hall, stretching his head to look inside.

"Just came back."

Liu Yong saw that he had been discovered, and said with a smile.

"Well, there is food in the kitchen, and it is still warm, if you are hungry, you can serve it yourself."

Liu Qingzhi waved his hand at his son, no longer cared about him, and continued to lower his head to settle his account.

"The total expenditure is seven hundred and sixty and forty dollars... Net profit of 570 ......"

Liu Yong turned around and walked towards the kitchen, and when he was rummaging in the pot, he vaguely heard the voice of his father and mother in the main hall.

"I even borrowed 500 yuan, and the profit was doubled in half a year, and the top was more than ten years old... Or do it yourself to make money quickly... The wages in Kaifeng Mansion are too expensive, and the next time I go out, I will have to go to Hebei to hire people... I can be regarded as a big family now, when Cao Shumi went to Jinling to attack the Southern Tang Dynasty, the official family only rewarded 500,000 yuan......"

In the next few days, Liu Yong was in pain and happy, first his father made money, and his pocket money increased a lot. But because of the last time he was absent from class, he was kept by Meng Banxian and had no chance to sneak out.

In a few days, it is the beginning of autumn, and there are small sellers of catalpa leaves in the street market of Kaifeng City early. After Liu Yongfang had breakfast, his mother Mu took a catalpa leaf cut into the shape of a plum blossom from the back room, grabbed a handful of Qingzhou dates from the fruit bowl placed on the table in the main hall and put it in Liu Yong's schoolbag, and asked him to take it to the private school to eat.

"If you have something at home at noon today, I won't care about your lunch. Your father will pick you up after school in the evening, and by the way, take a leave of absence from Mr. Meng for you, tomorrow is your grandfather's death birthday, and you will go back to your hometown to incense. ”

Mu Shi tied Liu Yong's schoolbag and handed it to him, then took out a few copper coins from his pocket, put them in Liu Yong's small purse, and explained.

Liu Yong happily agreed.

Out of the house, the street is a lot lively, there are a lot more vendors on the street, and many farmers who obviously look at Kaifeng and Xiangfu two counties come from afar to sell things - Kaifeng and Xiangfu two counties are located in Kaifeng Prefecture. But because it is the Great Song Dynasty Tokyo, where the capital is located, the circumference of nearly 50 miles of Kaifeng outer city wall is under the direct management of Kaifeng Mansion Yamen, outside the city is Kaifeng, Xiangfu two counties under the rule.

There are many festivals in July, and the beginning of autumn is less than ten days after the beginning of autumn, and the mid-year festival is not yet ten days after the beginning of autumn. There are many festivals, and there are naturally more things to prepare, and the already prosperous Kaifeng City is even more lively.

When the fire is hot in July, not only the people who celebrate the festival are a little offended, but the vendors who set up stalls everywhere in the streets and alleys are also hot enough.

Liu Yong had just left the house, and not far away, he was tortured very uncomfortable by the steamer-like weather.

It's not a big deal, though. At this time, under the bridges of various streets in Kaifeng City, you can always see some people wearing large hats, with a tall and large tight jar wrapped in linen beside them, and there is a small car for transportation next to them, and the business around them is very good.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of rock sugar pear water."

Liu Yong made a fan in his hand, constantly fanning himself with the wind, wanting to be cooler, but the wind fanned out was not only small, but also had no coolness, and almost no effect. When he arrived at the Baokangmen Bridge, Liu Yong went straight to the bottom of the bridge and said to a hawker selling ice.

It is very early to store ice cubes in the cellar in the winter and use them when the summer weather is hot.

It is recorded in "Zhou Li, Tianguan, Lingren": "Xia, award the ice in charge", and Jia Gongyan of the previous dynasty also said: "The one who awards the ice in Xia will be awarded to the ministers." The one who speaks in charge of the matter says how much ice the Lord has given him, and what is not in accord with it."

However, in previous generations, the treatment of cooling off with ice cubes in summer was only enjoyed by the royal family and important ministers of the court. The Emperor Song Dynasty was different from previous dynasties, in addition to treating the princes in the court well, the officials also gave very good treatment to those officials who were not too high-level.

In addition to the abundant Zhengfeng (money), the officials of the Emperor and Song Dynasty also had many dazzling names, such as Lu Su (rice), job money, public money, job fields, tea and soup money, money for giving rolls (travel expenses), kitchen materials, charcoal, and summer heat. It is normal to increase the salary in winter for carbon heating, and distribute ice materials in summer to cool off.

Later, the merchants found a business opportunity and dug many cellars near Kaifeng City, storing a large amount of ice in the winter, and then wholesale it to hawkers in the summer to pull it directly or make it into cold drinks for retail in the city.

"Okay, wait a minute."

The vendor was surrounded by many people who bought ice and cold drinks, and they were busy with their feet not touching the ground, and they could only answer a word.

When Liu Yong came to the private school next to Tongyu Street with a thick paper bowl with a cold drink, Meng Banxian had not yet come.

Liu Yong Liu Yong came to his seat, said hello to Yang Zhang next to him, put the schoolbag on the table, pulled out the stool, and sat down.

After a while, Mr. Meng came in from outside, Mr. Meng on this day was no different from the past, but he changed a pair of new shoes, from the style point of view, it should be the old Cao Men outside Zhu Ji - Meng Banxian has a habit, that is, to wear new shoes, according to not very reliable sources, he has to change more than 60 pairs of new shoes a year, more than other people's families. It is said that every year in the first month, there are students carrying a large bundle of new shoes when they greet the New Year and send them off, as for the authenticity, Liu Yong does not know.

Mr. Meng sat down in his place and asked the students to hand in the assignments left yesterday in turn for correction, and the students who did not have their turn reviewed the essays at the bottom.

Like most of the private schools of the Emperor Song Dynasty, Mr. Meng was the only one in his private school, teaching students from enlightenment to various examinations. Therefore, among the more than 20 students sitting in Mr. Meng's classroom, they are of different ages and of course, and the content they are learning is also different.

The youngest student is only four or five years old, just enlightened, and is holding a newly printed copy of "Zhang Zi Zhengmeng" babbling and babbling - Mr. Meng's teacher and Ercheng's Luo Xue have some relationship, and it is naturally normal for Meng to use Zhang Zai's "Zhengmeng", but in recent years, Luo Guogong has been disgusted by the official family, and when he passed away, many people did not dare to go to mourn, so the sacrifice Wen Wei Zhang Yi, Fan Yu, Meng Hou, Yin Yan four people, Mr. Meng did not dare to mention it on weekdays.

The largest number of students are students like Liu Yong and Yang Zhang, who are in their early teens studying the subset of classics and history. But the progress also varies. The progress is slow, that is, four or five students such as Liu Yong and Yang Zhang who came late, only to learn "University"; And the older ones have finished studying the "Eleven Classics".

As for the older ones, there are not many of them, and most of them are studying their homework at home, or preparing for the exam, or preparing for the selection exam for Taixue. Every 369 days, I would go to my husband to ask what I didn't understand.

Mr. Meng is not famous, but he has learned a wide range of things, and he is also somewhat famous in the south of Tokyo. He has opened a private school for most of his life, and has also taught several students from civilian backgrounds to be admitted to Taixue, and several students have been admitted to various subjects. To this day, Mr. Meng's only wish is to be able to teach a Jinshi.

Liu Yong shook his head as he looked, and read the chapters and sentences in "University" aloud in his mouth, but he didn't know what to think in his head.

When it was Liu Yong's turn to hand in his homework, Mr. Meng's brows were obviously wrinkled, and he looked at Liu Yong's neat handwriting, which was not neat, and circled a few mistakes.

"Among the students in this room, your handwriting is the worst, not even a five-year-old who has just opened. There is a calligraphy seller near Guozijian, so I went to buy a copy of Yan Wenzhong's calligraphy and copied it, and practiced the calligraphy thoroughly. ”

After that, Mr. Meng unhappily approved a "middle and lower" in the notebook.

Liu Yong even claimed that he was, and led the book back to his seat, with a look of disgruntle.

"What did Meng Banxian say to you again?"

Yang Zhang stretched out his head, looked at Liu Yong's angry expression, and asked curiously.

"Meng Banxian said that my handwriting is the worst among the people seated, even worse than the newly enlightened Liu Qi. How is it possible, my writing is obviously good, how can it be like Liu Qi, and the words I write are like drawing ghost talismans. ”

Liu Yong pulled Liu Qi's practice paper not far away, babbling and not knowing what to read, and pointed to the words on it and said sadly.

Yang Zhang had no choice but to hold his forehead with his hand and was speechless for a long time.

...... (To be continued)