In the forty-fifth year of Zheng Shengbao, on the sixth day of the ninth month, Emperor Zheng died violently, and the Empress Dowager Zhao colluded with the internal servant Gao Xi and Huang Ping, an important minister in the court, to tamper with the edict, abolish the prince, and set up the young son as the new emperor, and changed the year name to "Baoshuo".

The new emperor was less than one year old, and the Zhao family proclaimed himself the "Queen Mother", listened to the government, promoted Huang Ping to the state minister, and controlled the court.

However, on the day when the new emperor ascended the throne, the stars were shining in the sky, competing with the sun, the clouds moved in all directions, the whole world was shocked, and the folk passed it as a sign of the death of the country!

Hecang County is a small county on the bank of the Lushui River, the county seat is built near the water, and the canals in the city are criss-crossed, colluding with each other. The south gate of the city leads directly to the wharf, there is a big market, it is the most prosperous place in the county, the street can accommodate double frames in parallel, the city flag is hung high next to the street, and the shops are lined up.

There are many wine shops here, the price of wine is low, 30 dollars can drink a bucket, so the wine customers are mostly the people of the market or the pawns of the peddlers, although the wine customers are not literati and scholars, but there are many talkers, the world is full of anecdotes, court changes, folk anecdotes, can always bring people some fun.

"The lord and the young country are suspicious, the traitorous ministers are in charge, and the harem women are in trouble! Da Zheng is dead!" On a wine table by the window in the wine shop, a middle-aged scribe in a long shirt looked up to the sky and sighed, shouting and tearing open his long shirt, revealing a dry chest that could see the ribs.

It can be seen that this middle-aged scribe is quite depressed, looking at his rough skin, sunken eye sockets, and his temples are faintly white, and the ribs on his chest are protruding, which is obviously a sign of long-term malnutrition.

"Hey, the one who bites the pen, who in the world doesn't know that Da Zheng is going to die, so you don't need to say something to block our hearts here to sweep away our wine. Not far away, a big man with a hideous face and a bare chest shouted to the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe glanced at the strong man with drunken eyes, and immediately scolded, "Bah!

After speaking, the middle-aged scribe raised his head and poured a sip of wine, and the wine spilled on the placket of his chest, if it weren't for his depressed appearance, he would definitely be a madman.

"Well, the one who owes the knife! Lao Tzu still lacks three taels of meat on the board, just take you to make up the number!" As soon as the strong man heard the scribe's words, he immediately stood up with a fierce look, walked up to the scribe with great strides, grabbed his clothes, and lifted him up.

"What do you want to do? Don't mess around! You, you, you......" The literati was lifted up like a little chicken, his legs kicked hard, and his hands were holding the big man's wrists, his face was pale, and he seemed to be frightened.

The whole wine shop was watching the excitement, and when they saw the embarrassment of the middle-aged scribe, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Xiao Er carried the tray very skillfully around the tables, such things often happened in the wine shop, he was no longer surprised, and, as Xiao Er, if these things involved time and caused dissatisfaction with the guests, then don't want to continue to do this errand.

"Guest, your donkey meat with sauce has arrived. Xiao Er walked to a remote table in the corner, gently put down the tray, and brought down the wine and food, but in the process of serving the food, he glanced at the guest in front of him with some curiosity.

This guest is very strange, Xiao Er is confident that he has seen a lot of people in the wine shop in the past few years, he can tell one, two or three from the foot and the farmer, but the guest in front of him is different.

This guest was a single table, and he hadn't talked to anyone since he arrived, but quietly watched the big and small things happening in the wine shop in the corner, as if everyone was drunk and I was awake.

This kind of posture Xiao Er has seen on a passing knight, but the guest in front of him is obviously not a knight, the knight's hands are calloused, and his eyes are shining, and the guest in front of him looks pampered, like a rich man who ran out of a rich family.

That's right, pampered, this is Xiao Er's final evaluation of this guest, this guest looks seventeen or eighteen years old, although he is wearing the coarse cloth clothes of the farmer, but he is dressed in white and tender skin, his hair is as clean as silk, and he is raised in the deep pavilion at first glance, and this guest only ordered himself to serve the best wine and food after entering the wine shop......

Seeing people to the bottom is the instinct that Xiao Er has cultivated over the years, without this eyesight, he would not dare to be a buddy in the wine shop in the south of the city, after Xiao Er finished serving the dishes, he glanced at the guests again, and asked in a low voice, "What else do you have to order?"

"It's okay, you can go down!" the guest waved his hand, and Xiao Er quickly put away the tray and left here.

Zhang Shuo took a sip of the rice wine in the porcelain cup, the taste was very light, and the Moutai he drank was not comparable at all, it seems that the legend that most of the ancient wines were not high in alcohol is true.

He was quietly drinking a little wine here, looking at the interesting things in the wine shop, and he didn't notice that Xiao Er of the wine shop had unconsciously probed his own details.

Xiao Er guessed that Zhang Shuo was probably right to be a pampered son, but what was really wrong was that he didn't run away from a big family, but crossed over from another world.

Full of wine and food, Zhang Shuo estimated that the time was almost up, so he called Xiao Er to settle the account and slowly left the wine shop.

Zhang Shuo came out of the wine shop, all the way to the south, walking in the direction of the dock, along the way he walked while thinking about the news he heard from the tavern, this time he came to the wine shop to recover a lot, about the world, or the environment where he is now, Zhang Shuo has a certain understanding.

Unconsciously arrived at the wharf, there was a trumpet sound in his ears, Zhang Shuo looked up, and saw a black canopy boat, at this time it was dusk, the cargo ships carrying goods had already left, these awning boats were used to ferry pedestrians.

Under the sunset, the golden river ripples slightly, and the canopy boats come and go on both sides, as if they are in a painting.

"Doctor Zhang!

Just when Zhang Shuo was attracted by the pieces of awning boats floating on the river, there was a call not far away Zhang Shuo heard the sound and looked, only to see an old man wearing a hat waving to him on a canopy boat on the riverside.

"Old Wu Tou!" Seeing that it was an acquaintance, Zhang Shuo lifted the backpack on his back and walked over with a big smile.

"Doctor Zhang is going back to the village?" The old man saw Zhang Shuo coming over, and hurriedly greeted him, "If you go back to the village, you just take the old man's boat, let's go all the way." ”

"Then I'm bothering you. Zhang Shuo didn't shirk, he knew that if he shirked, it would really hurt people's hearts.

Zhang Shuo got on the boat, Lao Suo shouted a trumpet, the long pole was supported, the hull slowly slid from the water, and the two faced the sunset sideways, and slowly disappeared from the city gate pier......