Chapter Seventy-Three: The Restaurant
Yun Qingyi and his party entered an ordinary restaurant, they just simply ordered a few dishes, and immediately began to chat. The emperor asked the proprietress the hostess, "How is your business?" It looks good, it's full now. β
"It's just a small business to make a living, objectively, I'll give you a pot of tea, our tea is new tea, especially delicious." The proprietress said to her heart's content: "Don't worry, the tea money is free, I invite everyone to drink." β
"Boss, sit down and talk to us, it shouldn't delay you." Yun Qingyi smiled and sent out an invitation, and then vacated a chair for the proprietress .
The proprietress sat down with a smile, after all, the business in the store was supported by the boss, and she was not busy, so she accompanied Yun Qingyi and talked about it.
The emperor glanced at the proprietress and asked with a smile: "Boss, do you think it is better to be the prince or the king of Qi?" β
The proprietress waved her hand and said with a smile: "Guest officer, then we are small people in the market, how do we know who the prince is and who the king of Qi is." That's a ridiculous question. β
The expressions of the people around him turned cold, and some of them even picked up the weapons around them. The emperor smiled unhurriedly and said: "That's right, it's that I asked too badly, boss lady, how do you think our life has been going recently, let's talk about it." β
"It's okay, I'm just worried about my child. His grades are also very good, but doesn't he say that if he wants to become a prisoner, he has to donate silver? Where do we have so much silver? I'm afraid I'm going to delay the child. The proprietress sighed with emotion and shook her head helplessly.
The emperor corrected with a smile: "You are wrong, you don't need to donate silver to become a prisoner, but to donate food." And this was also a measure taken during the disaster relief period, which has now stopped. β
"Eh, this big brother, you're wrong." The proprietress sighed and said, "You really don't understand the situation, how can you stop." The gentleman who told my son to study was an old gentleman. He has been teaching for forty or fifty years, and the students he taught donated a prison student two days ago. β
The emperor's expression froze, startling the proprietress for a moment, and he couldn't help but ask suspiciously: "Big brother, what's wrong with you?" You're not going to be a housekeeper, you don't ask that question. β
"Auntie, you're too worried, how can we be officials." Yun Qingyi answered: "This is my eldest brother, who just wanted to get a prisoner by donating money two days ago. As a result, the person in charge of the matter said that the project had been stopped, and my eldest brother was depressed about it. He has been in business for so long, it's like donating a prisoner, and the result is not in vain. You suddenly said yes, can he not freeze. β
The proprietress laughed at this time, and then said: I thought something was going on, and I thought you were the housekeeper. Our Governor of the Capital and the Admiral of the Nine Gates, Rui Xifeng, jointly sent a message for us to meet the dish. We're all guarding against the butlers, so you're not the best. By the way, you really aren't? β
"No matter how you look at us, we are not, if we are housekeepers, we will come to this place, why don't we go to Wanghe Tower, you say." Yun Qingyi replied with a smile, a calm look.
The proprietress nodded, and now she was completely convinced: "Also, if you were a housekeeper, you would not have come to our poor little shop." By the way, your brother didn't ask for the silver, so it wouldn't be your brother who offended the political envoy Ruixi in the capital. β
"No, it won't." Yun Qingyi shook his head suspiciously: "We are a businessman, and we have no relationship with the people in the officialdom, how can we offend them." Hehehe, no, absolutely not. What I suspect is that the money given by my brother is not enough, and people do not take a fancy to it. β
The proprietress nodded sympathetically, and then said, "It's possible, it's definitely possible." You must know that one of our son's teachers has a protΓ©gΓ© who didn't donate money because he didn't have enough money. However, unlike you, although he did not donate to the prisoners, he did not get the money back. You have at least some silver. β
"Well, at least we have a hundred taels of silver." Yun Qingyi said in a low voice, with an expression like a treasure.
The proprietress stretched out her finger and said in disbelief: "Hey, your brother wants to donate a prisoner with one hundred taels?" β
Yun Qingyi nodded, looking ignorant, as if she couldn't figure out why the proprietress was like this. The proprietress sighed, and said angrily: "No wonder people have returned the silver to you, what can you do with a hundred taels of silver, in the capital, it is a family's food expenses for three years, for those officials, they can't even exchange a meal, how can those officials look at it." Our son's teacher's protΓ©gΓ©, but they donated 2,000 taels of silver and didn't replace a prisoner. You have a hundred taels, and it's not enough to give people a tooth sacrifice. β
"Two thousand taels can't get a prisoner, boss, you're making a bit of a joke." The emperor answered: "As far as I know, donating grain for prisoners was proposed in the twelfth year of this dynasty, and it was said that 10,000 catties of rice and flour would be exchanged for one prisoner. 10,000 catties of rice noodles and 500 taels of silver are all up to the sky, how can it not be exchanged for a prisoner. β
The proprietress shook her head with a smile, and then said, "You, you know everything." I just don't understand social feelings. What is called 10,000 catties of rice grain requires 500 taels of silver, and I tell you, your 100 taels of silver is enough to buy it, and it can be bought when the green and yellow crops are not harvested. But the point is, it's not like that. People donate money in exchange for prisoners, and the starting price is 1,500 taels. Brother, I look at your IQ, don't mix with officialdom anymore, it's all in vain. β
The emperor blew his beard angrily and glared at him, and said, "Who is so bold and dares to revise the holy decree?" β
"No one has the audacity to go to the school to change the holy decree, but in this place, the holy decree will not work, and if the top leader of the department in charge of this matter sends it, it is the holy decree." Yun Qingyi said lightly, and soon got the approval of the proprietress: "Yes, you are so right." For those of us who are small people in the market, who knows who the emperor is and what he looks like. We know that only the Qingtian Lord on our heads, for us, they are the embodiment of the emperor, and they represent the emperor. Their actions are the emperor's instructions, and their temper is naturally the emperor's temper. β
The emperor hurriedly denied it: "Boss, what you said is biased, how can you use these petty officials to replace the emperor." The emperor is not the same as them. Many of their actions were not ordered by the emperor at all. β
"No, they were chosen by the emperor. They naturally represent the emperor. Eh, I say, why are you so unsophisticated? It's no wonder, you still want to be a businessman and mix officialdom with such an unreasonable world, I think you're just joking. The proprietress glanced at the emperor with little appreciation, and said: "I see that you are an honest and extremely responsible person, people like you, it's better to do more manual work, don't touch anything else, you, you can't do it well." β