Wang Zhiwei took a sip, got up and looked, only to see a middle-aged man about forty years old sitting alone next to a tea table behind a tree and drinking wine. The man was dressed in a beige ordinary robe, with a servant's head on his head, a black beard was very thick, and a pair of eyes were shining.

Wang Zhiwei glanced at the official boots on the man's feet, and arched his hand: "In the next and his friends, you don't have to take it seriously!"

The black-bearded man smiled, "Don't worry about anything, it's just the unintentional words on the Fengyue Field...... However, young people still have to be grateful and loyal to the imperial court! ”

Inexplicably, Song Wen was a little irritated when he heard these words...... Loyalty, loyalty, loyalty, what a fart? Fooling the people of the world into blindly worshipping the official emperor like a low-IQ minion, and pinning the lives and deaths of all people in the world on one person? Is this loyalty?

"Hehehe...... I heard that Lord Zhu Mian and Zhu have gone south by order again, will the people and businessmen everywhere who should be served by the bureau be grateful to the imperial court? ”

The middle-aged man frowned, coldly put down the wine glass in his hand, and said in a low voice: "Yellow-mouthed son, you dare to discuss the government and politics?"

Wang Zhiwei knew that this man who was suspected of being an official was afraid that he was used to sitting in a high position, and it was definitely not a wise move to offend him for no reason...... hurriedly said that his friend was drunk and just talking nonsense, and this official didn't have to care.

Song Wen didn't know why he actually stood up with a wine glass, maybe it was because he was so busy that he hit the back of his head these days and was not in good health, and after a pot of grapes was brewed, Song Wen only felt that he seemed to be a little dizzy......

"Song Moujie grass people don't dare to talk about the government, if this lord has good eyes, he will look back to the west...... That majestic Genyue is like a fairyland, it is really the first wonder of my Great Song Dynasty! The simple stuff on Wazi Street is nothing compared to the miracle of Genyue......"

Wang Zhiwei was shocked, hurriedly walked over and pulled Song Wen to tell him not to talk nonsense.

The middle-aged man frowned, and finally sighed.

Song Wen has been practicing martial arts for a year, and his body is actually quite strong, so he shook off Wang Zhiwei's arm and sneered...... "This official looks down on Han Tang?" Don't you just look down on martial artists, right? My Great Song Dynasty is heavy on suppressing martial arts, but is it just suppressing it now? Where is the Western Regions of the Han and Tang Dynasties? Where is Han Tang Yanyun? Is this Great Song really singing and dancing to level the world and be healthy? ”

The middle-aged man slapped the table, looked at Song Wen and shouted: "Enough, it's my Da Song who has never been convicted for his words that makes you a yellow-mouthed son of a fool!" Get out of here quickly, and beware of the misfortune coming out of your mouth......"

Wang Zhiwei was so frightened that he desperately pulled Song Wen to leave from the side immediately, because this place had already begun to attract attention, and he didn't dare to cause any trouble as an outcast who was exiled by the family.

Song Wen was drunk, and suddenly changed the poem of the later literati beating the Southern Song Dynasty Gou An Junchen at will, and then scolded it with a smile......

"Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, Bianliang singing and dancing when will it be closed. The warm wind smoked the tourists drunk, forgetting the sixteen states of Yanyun! ”

Wang Zhiwei heard what he was reading clearly, and quickly pulled Song Wen around a few trees and quietly left through the side door.

The middle-aged man behind the original table was stunned, recalling the few lines of poetry that Song Wen had just read casually......

"Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, Bianliang singing and dancing when will it be closed. The warm wind smoked the tourists and forgot the sixteen states of Yanyun...... Yes, it's a pity that the last sentence is inferior. ”

Two well-dressed men suddenly walked over with folding fans in their hands, and bowed respectfully to the man: "I've seen Zhang Haizhou...... Master Zhang, since you came to Mo Garden, why are you sitting so remotely? Please come forward and comment on the white lady of this golden jade building? Lord Cai You is also drinking in front, so you can go and have a visit and have fun with me. ”

The middle-aged man seemed to be still reminiscing about the few lines of poetry just now, and just waved his hand when he heard the words...... "It's just the right time, the old man just came in for a glass of wine to relieve his fatigue...... You're welcome, poetry is not what I'm good at. Feel free to do so. I am not familiar with Lord Cai You, so I won't bother you abruptly. ”

The two merry men glanced at each other and took their leave.

The two returned to the delicate table next to a flower bush in front of the pavilion, and a middle-aged man in a plain gauze shirt behind the table asked casually: "Oh, it seems that Uncle Zhang doesn't give face at night?"

The two officials looked a little embarrassed, and the first one said softly: "That Uncle Zhang has always been like this, adults don't have to care."

The middle-aged man smiled, played with the jade cup in his hand and said with a smile: "Joke, what kind of official haven't I seen Cai You, why should I care about Uncle Zhang?" It's a big deal to let him be a Zhizhou in a different place...... Hum! ”

Uncle Zhang drank the residual wine in the cup at night, got up and left the Mo Garden, where the drunken fans sang and danced...... An escort waited outside the door with a horse, and when he saw his master coming out, he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

Uncle Zhang waved his hand at night ......, "Let's go, disperse the smell of wine...... Just now, two young men left the garden in a hurry, have you seen them? ”

The henchman guard shook his head...... "Back to the master, I didn't pay attention." ”

Uncle Zhang lowered his head and pondered for a long time, and always felt that the young man who spoke wildly seemed to have some impressions...... Where the hell have you seen this?

The sky was getting dark, and a red lantern was hung in a wine shop at the intersection next to him, and Uncle Zhang suddenly remembered!

Burning Spring, Four Seas Wine Workshop...... Brew Fairy!

Isn't that guy the little businessman who gambled his life in the ring with Brother Yelu Shan, the little marquis of Liao, at the beginning of the year?

I have forgotten what the name is, but I remember the appearance of the big horse golden knife sitting at the door of the Gaoyang Zhengdian waiting for the Liao people to come and take his head.

Uncle Zhang shook his head with a smile...... It turned out to be him.

A young man with a lot of enthusiasm...... No wonder he can read this kind of passionate poem that cares about the imperial court.

Song Wen was tired, and the continuous hard work made him already exhausted, if it weren't for the shame of Jingkang not long after reminding him to be ready against time, he would have sold his industrial shares in Bianliang and returned to Qingshanzhai to spend a leisurely day with the teenagers.

As for the selection of the four major green buildings...... In Song Wen's eyes, it's a fart!

Commercial activities without a broad mass base are flashy and useless performances......

Thinking that there were still hundreds of teenagers in his Qingshan Village who had to support and teach on their own, Song Wen was eager to make money! This is the Bianliang of the rich businessmen, the tycoons, the wealthy and the powerful...... How much money is there?

Sometimes Song Wen wanted to hoard a little oil and gunpowder or something to burn down Zhao Ji's palace, and then dig some tunnels in advance or something to empty Zhao Ji's vault while the chaos was taking advantage of the chaos...... Anyway, in the end, the cheap Jurchens might as well leave it to themselves to recruit troops and buy horses.

This method is too immoral, and it is likely to affect countless innocent people...... Song Wen felt that he was too lacking in virtue just thinking about it.

Rehearsals have begun on the Elysium Grand Stage......

Tickets have been sold out, and all the owners of the Qinglou who came to watch the party in advance are all excited, and now they can make a lot of money again! The name of the Song God of Wealth on Wazi Street is really true...... Where the hell did he get all those money-making ideas?

Song Wen hid in the private room of his teahouse and began to draw another plan...... A huge plan!

Wang Zhiwei rushed over in high spirits, telling about the grand occasion and expectations of the rehearsal of Paradise, and inadvertently glanced at the drawings on the table...... "What is this?" How is it so big? What else is it that goes round and round? Is it another way to make money? ”

Song Wen nodded: "This is the big deal that can really make money every day...... Wazi Street is not eligible to participate! ”

"Now that we have a lot of money, what business can't we do?"

Song Wen smiled: "Government-run casino...... Jockey Club! ”

An Chun suddenly came to Song Wen's door in a hurry, and arched his hand: "Xiao Langjun, outside the city...... Something happened on the side of the courtyard we rented outside the city, and the Mongolian Tartar of Daruchi fought with people and broke the legs of two nobles' minions! ”

Song Wen frowned, he almost forgot about the Tartar that this wine fairy won back...... There were still some worthless items in the courtyard that had not had time to be transported to the cottage, and Daruchi and two beggar boys were standing there. How could there be a conflict with the minions of the noble family?

Song Wen got up and asked, "Whose slave?" Because of what fights? ”

"It is said that it is an edict from the Xicheng Kuotian Office to renovate the scattered private houses around Bianliang, and the courtyard we rented was also taken by the government, and the reserve price was taken away from the owner...... But it was Li Yan's minions who came to receive it, and a few people scolded and smashed it when they came in, and Daru was angry and kicked twice...... As a result, the legs of those two minions were kicked off! ”

Song Wen slapped his head...... Li Yan, it's actually Li Yan! Liang Shicheng just told himself to take care of Li Yan, the dog eunuch, with the help of the singing and dancing of the Jiaofang Division, but his slave came up and discounted the legs of other slaves......

Song Wen sighed: "Didn't the government go over to get people?"

An Chun nodded: "After the fight, my two little brothers gritted their teeth and set a fire to burn all those guys' things, and then fled into Bianliang with Daluchi...... Now, he should hide in Lin Chong's brother's yard. ”

Song Wen sighed: "Just flee to Qingshan Village, why do you enter Bianliang?"

"The government dispatched dozens of arrests, and there was only one way back to Bianliang to get through...... Daruchi also wanted to grab a horse and rush out with a knife, so my two little brothers persuaded him. ”

"Well, well done...... Your two little brothers are cautious, not bad! Each person will be rewarded with a consistent amount of money...... Let them hide in Lin Chong's place first, and I'll go and ask to see Li Yan tonight!" ”

"Yes, Xiao Langjun!"