Chapter Forty-Eight: The Market (I)

If Zhu Chongjiu sits in the world in the future, in addition to himself, the biggest beneficiary may be the Lu family. After all, Zhu Chongjiu has a lonely background, and he has no immediate family members except for a sister who has been forced to die for many years. All those who can be regarded as family members can only be relatives and friends on Lu Shuang'er's side.

Thinking of this, the last trace of dissatisfaction in Lu Luzeng's heart also vanished. As Su Lao Immortal said, why fight for any power, he is in his seventies, what can he do if he fights? And Zhu Chongjiu is a rare affectionate and righteous person, he became the emperor, how could the Lu family not follow the steady progress?

However, after thinking about it, he began to worry about his great-grandson again. It has been more than two years since I got married, and my granddaughter's stomach still hasn't moved. Although it's inconvenient to ask about grandfather, it's impossible to pretend not to see it, right? If one day a concubine takes the lead, or the ministers come in and offer other women, with Shuang'er's soft nature, won't she be bullied to death?!

As he was thinking about it, the carriage had stopped at the gate of the Grand Governor's Mansion. All the colleagues jumped out of their respective carriages, or took their leave to go home, or entered their respective yamen to deal with official business, and soon dispersed cleanly.

"Let's go, go to Taibaiju for a drink or two? If you don't drink two more cups, you're still waiting for someone to pour it on your grave! Mr. Su still can't spit out ivory in his mouth, but his concern is beyond words.

Lu Lu thought that when he returned home, he would have nothing to do other than government affairs. So he responded with a forced smile, "If you want me to invite you to drink, just say it, what a circle!" Look at who will save your money to the end? ”

This sentence poked Mr. Su's heart a little, making the latter's face darken. When he was a small official in Xuzhou, his wife married three. After becoming the No. 2 person in the Huai'an Army, the eldest girl was carried home a lot. But after so many years, he has raised a bunch of daughters under his knees. There is not half a son with a handle.

The people of the Great Yuan Dynasty had a short lifespan, and they could call themselves old men at the age of forty. Seeing that his white hair was increasing day by day like a family property, but he didn't know who would inherit it in the future, how could Su Mingzhe not be in a hurry? All Buddhist temples and Taoist temples have donated a lot of gold and silver, even with Islamic temples and cross churches, but the gods and goddesses only accept money and do nothing, and no one will send him a son!

"Don't worry, you're nearly thirty years younger than me!" Lulu was quick to react, and immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing. patted Su Mingzhe's shoulder and smiled comfortingly. "When a woman's family gives birth to a child at the age of forty, it is an old clam that produces pearls. A man, having a son at the age of 70 is also a blessing and longevity! ”

"I don't care about this kind of thing? Didn't you see that the chief governor appointed the woman surnamed Wu as the admiral today? My daughter, it's a big deal to send them to the martial arts hall in the future. Even if I can't be a female general, at least, I can get back a few sons-in-law who are generals! Su Mingzhe pursed his lips and responded with a strong mental head.

"You're really not stupid, no wonder you watched the chief manager promote that woman today, it turned out to be a way back for yourself! Let's go, Taibaiju, listen to the dog, the chef's skills over there are good! Lulu had laughed and mocked. I know the hidden pain of my colleagues in my heart, and I don't talk nonsense anymore. Together with each other, they staggered to a newly opened restaurant on the street.

Because Zhu Chongjiu didn't like to set up banquets in his own home, there were few officials in the entire governor's mansion who dared to keep a cook at home. Whoever has a guest usually brings them to a restaurant in the city. Over time, this practice has formed a habit in Huaiyang officialdom. The local restaurants are gradually familiar with the faces of the officials, and they are rarely alarmed by the sudden arrival of a high-ranking official.

Seeing the two old men followed by seven or eight personal soldiers, huhula and walking towards him, how could the shopkeeper and the guys of Taibaiju not be overjoyed? Immediately, he ordered two private rooms on the second floor to vacate the window, and respectfully led the distinguished guests up.

Lulu waved his hand and told his soldiers to go to another room to eat and drink. He and Mr. Su asked the guy to set up a small table under the window, asked for a pot of folk brewed Huadiao, a few special side dishes, and tasted it slowly.

It's the height of summer, and the temperature in the house is a little high. And the gentle breeze blowing in from the window has become a rare enjoyment. The two of them pushed the cups and changed the lamps while watching the people and cars outside, and after a while, there was a sense of smoke.

Last year's war never made it to the city. After more than half a year of recuperation, Yangzhou market is recovering its former prosperity at a rapid pace. On both sides of the street, large and small pavements of various colors have long been connected. The goods inside are all over the world. Most of the people who walk the streets or shop have happy smiles on their faces. The purses tied around their waists are also heavy, full of happiness and hope.

"Ah, that, there's a thief who puts his hand on the waistband of someone's pants! Stop, in broad daylight, don't you know shame? "Lu Lu was old, but his eyes didn't spent, and suddenly he saw a very bad situation, and he couldn't help but shout!

"Where, where?" Mr. Su stood up abruptly and poked a head out of the window. "Patrols, where are the patrols dead! Someone steals, don't you care? ”

"Squeak!" As if in response to his questioning, a sharp whistle sounded downstairs. Immediately after, a large group of strong men dressed in black shorts and armed with wooden sticks rushed out. Together with the people in the streets, he held down the thief who had lost his hand, and divided it by two, and tied it up strongly.

At this point, the whole street was boiling. The people and traders spat at the thieves and cheered loudly at the leader of the patrol. The leader of the patrol was not frightened, raised his only remaining left arm to salute the neighbors, and then shouted loudly: "Old and young masters, stay a little affectionate, don't drown him with spit." There is a shortage of people in Taiping Mansion to go down the mine, so spare his life and just go to dig stones for our chief manager! ”

"Cheap him!"

"It's really cheap for him. This kind of person does not lack arms or legs, but he does not learn well, and deserves to be locked up in the ground for the rest of his life!! ”

"That is, the chief manager is merciful, when Meng Yuan was replaced, it was light to chop arms and hands!"

"Shut up, lock up! Dig up the rocks in the ground! ”

Everyone gossiped, lest their voices not be heard by the patrol leader.

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