Ten days later, the boat traveled to Yangzhou. Several people went ashore, and Chen Wangting was responsible for dispatching people from the dock who were specially responsible for carrying goods to transport some things on the ship ashore. After a few days of idleness, Yang Fan now has no heavy burden, so he is naturally very leisurely. By the Slender West Lake, the osmanthus is fragrant, and Yang Fan is alone, walking and stopping. Bu Lao Road has gone ashore and there is no one in front of him. Zhu Qi was also elusive, and left with the little prince offshore.

Xingzhi originally planned to travel to Slender West Lake with Yang Fan, but thinking that he would not stay in Yangzhou for a long time, he heard about several old friends, some of whom were officials in Yangzhou, and some of whom lived in seclusion, so he happily went. Yang Fan alone also ended up clean. This is his hometown, the hometown where he was born and raised. Wuting Bridge, Wangchun Tower, Four Bridges Smoke and Rain, the good scenery of Jiangnan, and the softness of Jiangnan people are all reflected in this water and this bridge.

The boats in the lake come and go, and when they go ashore, it is already dusk. At this point, the most prosperous moment of Slender West Lake is coming. Yang Fan had to admire the wisdom of the ancients, who could associate the pavilion with the ship, and created the predecessor of the yacht - the painting boat. The sunset in late autumn was fast, and the red light on the painting boat was lit, and Yang Fan also wanted to see how prosperous this Huaizuo famous capital and Zhuxi Jia were in ancient times. He stepped onto a painting boat on the shore.

Immediately, someone took him into the boat.

"Childe came by coincidence. Tonight, there will be a poetry meeting in the long song boat, and the famous prostitute Qianqian girl in Yangzhou will play a song and sing, I don't know if the son is interested in participating? If you win a poem, not only will you get the silver, but you will also have the opportunity to be alone with Miss Qianqian. ”

Yang Fan shook his head and said with a smile: "I'm not interested." The subordinate suddenly smiled and said, "Childe is really not interested?" This Qianqian girl is the first person we Yangzhou courtesans deserve. Don't you want to have the opportunity to be alone with her? Only ten taels, ten taels of silver. You can participate in this poetry meeting. Childe, you have to seize the opportunity, this Shikui's prize money is fifty taels of silver. That's not the main thing, the point is that you have the opportunity to spend a night with Miss Qianqian, don't you want it? Brother Gongzi of Yangzhou City, how many people want to see the beautiful face of the Qianqian girl and are willing to give away a thousand gold, but they can't see it. ”

It's really a gentle and rich country. If it is in the northwest, these ten taels of silver can buy a few stones of grain, enough for the whole family to live for a long time. I didn't expect it to be in Yangzhou. Just a casual poetry meeting costs ten taels of silver. However, Yang Fan wanted to see how many catties and taels of these so-called romantic talents in his hometown could have, so he threw ten taels of silver to his subordinates and said, "Okay." Then go and go. ”

Yang Fan also understood that it was impossible to enter this painting boat today without being slaughtered. The subordinate also didn't see the rabbit and didn't scatter the eagle, and when he heard that Yang Fan was moved, he rubbed his hands together and said with a smile: "That...... Childe, today's poetry club is full of talents. You see, like Jiangdu Xu Yu Chang Xu Gongzi, as well as Xinghua's Qian Shenqi Qian Xiucai. That's all famous. You see, if you spend another twenty taels to find you a good seat below, you can be seen by the Qianqian girl behind the curtain. With your handsome figure, isn't it like a tiger? You see how. ”

Yang Fan also accepted this clever mouth that could speak well, shook his head and said, "There is no need for a seat." ”

"Okay, the little one will take you there. Now that there is still some time in the poetry meeting, does Childe need to order some wine? ”

"Well, bring me some food and drink." After Yang Fan got off the boat, he hadn't eaten yet. I'm also a little hungry. As soon as you enter the center of the painting boat, the so-called poetry meeting is nothing more than a central pavilion, with a curtain covering the curtain. There are dozens of chairs around, as well as some fruit bowls and wine jugs.

Before anyone got up, Yang Fan naturally couldn't just sit here and eat first. The servant took him to a private room upstairs, "Childe, wait a minute, the wine and food will arrive later." Yang Fan nodded, his fingers tapping idly on the table. Look around at the arrangement of the boat. This Changfeng Boat is one of the largest painting boats in Yangzhou. Docked at the lake, people walk around it, and it doesn't feel like they're on a boat at all.

The boat is elegantly furnished. Flowers, plum vases, calligraphy and paintings are all placed in an orderly manner. Even the armrests, tables and chairs are simply outlined with some smooth lines, which is elegant and exquisite. It can be seen that the ingenuity of Yangzhou craftsmen. Yang Fan suddenly thought that he could find some Yangzhou craftsmen and make the bullet when the time came.

Of course, he could have handed over all the bullets, guns, and drawings to those craftsmen in the Kyoto University. I believe that with their level, in less than a month, they will be able to figure out the guns on the drawings directly. However, just like his trip to Beijing this time, he couldn't believe it. This shot is his biggest capital, and when the chaos really starts, maybe it will be the secret to reverse the defeat. Then, he couldn't let this instantaneous bullet gun be handed over to someone he couldn't even trust.

Whether it's a talented person downstairs or a jackal, anyway, they are dressed in fresh clothes and tied their hair, and they all look personable. Compliment each other. It was when the chrysanthemum crab was fat, and Yang Fan didn't have time to get acquainted with these true gentlemen or hypocrites. The hairy crabs of Yangcheng Lake are served on the table and dipped in Zhenjiang old vinegar, which is called a delicious.

After Yang Fan killed two hairy crabs in a row, the field downstairs was almost warm. Talented and beautiful, sit down and drink. In the middle of the pavilion, the sound of musicians playing gradually became a song. Yang Fan wiped his hands and went downstairs to understand how many flowers there were in this so-called poetry meeting. Yang Fan stood in a corner, although the location was a little off, but it could just look at the entire poetry venue.

"Brother Liu, long time no see."

"Zhang Gongzi, I am glad to meet you. Today's poet seems to be in your pocket. ”

"Where, it should be said that this Qianqian girl is Brother Liu's confidante."

A few people around them, blowing each other. made the whole poetry meeting, just a few of them alive.

"Cut, braggart who won't. Lao Tzu also said that this poem is written with my eyes closed and written with his feet, and it is all mine. There was a not-so-harmonious voice on one side. Yang Fan followed the prestige, and this look, it can be seen that something is coming. He wiped his eyes, thinking he had misseen, and went closer to look.

This head, this face, damn, isn't this Ma Peiwen's dead fat man? He couldn't believe his eyes, he could have leaned in to look at them, and before he could see clearly, the fat man turned his head back. Eating the pomegranate on the table, he spit out the pomegranate seeds wantonly.

Yang Fan wanted to come up to see if it was really a fat man, but was stopped by a subordinate on the side.

"This son, the poetry meeting is about to begin. Don't move around, if you need anything, just leave it to the little ones. (To be continued.) )