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Even though Cen Qing didn't know much about the history of the Southern Song Dynasty, he had heard of the most simple language to describe the prosperity of Lin'an, but at that time he was only facing a screen and a long painting, and when the screen and the scenery in the painting became a reality and displayed in front of him, he was touched fiercely, and he really felt what it meant to be prosperous.

A street is about 100 zhang long, full of people as far as the eye can see, the guys in the tea house are showing a couple of Hu people the Junshan silver needle that has just been completed, the owner of the tailor shop picks up the ruler and scissors for the young woman to discuss the practice of new clothes, the restaurant hangs out a sign indicating today's new dishes, a few camels outside the inn are piled with freshly bought silk, the vendors who set up stalls shake the tambourine and shout vigorously, and the ascetic monks hold the bowl and recite the Buddha for the good people...... There was also the white-clad scribe holding a wine jug and chanting in the wind, the girl behind the beaded curtain shyly showing her little face, the silver bell-like laughter in the red wall swinging higher and higher with the swing, and the chubby doll struggling to tiptoe in front of the candy man stand......

There is no hustle and bustle from car horns, no busyness reflected in high-rise buildings, and no tiredness and haggard behind a pair of dark circles, only leisure, wealth, and civilization are seen in the eyes.

-- And this is only a small Yueyang City, but I don't know what kind of scene Hangzhou should be like with the smoke and willows painting the bridge, the wind curtain and the green curtain, and the jagged 100,000 families.

In the past, there were many high-rise buildings, and 100,000 homes were just a large town, but the highest dwellings here were only two or three stories high, and 100,000 homes were spread out on a piece of land.

Cen Qing was stunned by the thought that suddenly came to him.

After sending that hot-blooded scholar away, Cen Qing was only depressed for a moment before integrating into the city, this kind of bustle and prosperity could only be seen in the temple fairs he visited as a child in his previous life, and the later temple fairs were contaminated with too much modern atmosphere, but he couldn't afford to go shopping. But today, in this place thousands of years apart, Cen Qing once again regains the feeling of his childhood, which is his carnival.

ate half a bowl of wontons at the chaos stall of the Xu family, went to Zhang's shop to buy two baked cakes, secretly took down a few strings from the sugar gourd rack on the side of the road, and threw a few big coins in the man's panicked expression...... Not long after noon, Cen Fu's back was already full of a bunch of purchased goods.

"Why do I feel like a woman? Or do you mean that shopaholics don't distinguish between men and women?" Sitting on the railing of the arched bridge, Cen Qing munched on the baked cake while looking at the goods on Cen Fu's body, his brows furrowed tightly, puzzled by his behavior.

Cen Fu rolled his eyes and didn't answer. After only half a day together, the new master's mind was really strange and he couldn't see through.

Cen Qing suddenly picked up the pile of goods and threw them down the river, a small boat happened to pass under the bridge, and the people on the boat saw many gifts falling from the sky, and suddenly there was a burst of cheers and laughter.

"This is the Song people?" Cen Qing leaned on the lion on the bridge railing with his chin in his hand, waved at the boat, looked at the people who were also waving away, and muttered, "This is the Song people!"

The Song people who hate the country at home, the Song people who are confident and modest, and the Song people who are open and free.

"However, where can I buy swords?" Cen Qing began to feel distressed after rejoicing, he had already turned three streets, it was not that he had never seen blacksmith shops, but those shops only sold farm tools.

"If you want to buy a sword, you just have to go to the gilded gilt in front of Huashiqiao Street, but all the decorations sold there are unopened edges. If you want to buy it, you need to register with the government and get the voucher first. A passer-by heard Cen Qing's muttering and kindly showed him the way, but after seeing the embarrassed look on Cen Qing's face, he whispered, "Of course, if you want to buy a useful guy, go to the Ruyi Fang at the end of Yueyanglou North Street, and if you go, you will say that it was introduced by Jin Laojiu, whether it is the Great Song Dynasty, the Jin Kingdom or the Old Liao of Western Xia, there are all kinds of weapons." ”

Cen Qing sneered and laughed, and sure enough, the cunning and shrewd Song people, only with such a character, can they stir up the business of the whole of Asia and gather half the wealth of the world.

"Let's go, let's go to Yueyang Tower. That person's words were tantamount to injecting a heart booster into Cen Qing, who was gradually feeling tired, and he immediately became excited again, Ruyifang, Jin Laojiu, what a mysterious and familiar feeling, just like in the previous life, please dial a certain number for a certificate and a seal and a seal.

Yueyang Tower is located outside the west gate of Yueyang, the building is three floors high, the eaves are arched, the west looks at the vast cave court of eight hundred miles of smoke waves, and a little green daisy in the blue waves, it is the Jun Mountain.

Although this building is outside the city, it is still lively, along the lake is a long bazaar, the shops are clustered, the wharf is lined up, although the Yueyang building is located in the middle of the bazaar, but it is deliberately set aside to be open ground in a radius of 100 zhang, which is convenient for visitors to board.

There are trestle bridges and ferries on the lake downstairs, if you spend dozens of dollars, you can cross the lake to Jun Mountain to enjoy the scenery, if you can be more generous, you can pack a flat boat, and three or five friends visit the lake and mountains. There is also the small boat that shuttles between the boats and the boats, and constantly sends wine, fresh rice, grain and other goods from the dock on the shore to the restaurant that is about to open on the lake.

Just after noon, those boats and painting boats have not yet begun to operate, only when night falls on the willow tops on the moon, they will light up the brilliant lights to attract customers, at that time the cool breeze is blowing, the sound of silk and bamboo, the dancing girls, the wine is rippling, the rich literati and scholars are immersed in this extravagant atmosphere and chant poems against each other, discuss the time and discuss politics, and finally get drunk in the past, until the sun rises three poles.

Cen Qing had already taken the ferry all morning, and he didn't have much interest in the cruise ship at the moment, so he followed three or five tourists to Yueyang Tower.

The sun is shining, the water is sparkling, and the lake breeze is blowing, which makes people feel refreshed physically and mentally.

However, the coolest thing in Cen Qing's careful thinking is: no one circles the ground to collect tickets.

In the spring of the fourth year of Qingli, Teng Zijing guarded Baling County, the more next year, the politics were harmonious, and the waste was prosperous, which was to rebuild Yueyang Tower, increase its old system, and engrave Tang Xian's poems on it, which belonged to the composition to remember - Fan Zhongyan.

In this old article, Cen Qing once had a period of time when he could recite it backwards with his eyes closed.

Today, he climbed Yueyang Tower, and this text naturally appeared in his memory, but unfortunately he only memorized the sentence "Morning and sunset, the weather is thousands, and this is the grand view of Yueyang Tower", he was depressed, because he couldn't think of it anyway, and he felt a little wrong after taking a sentence "Xiongzhou Wulie Juncai Xingchi", and he was stunned for a moment before he realized that he had confused "The Story of Yueyang Tower" and "Preface to King Teng's Pavilion".

Compared with the other seniors who have never forgotten it, he feels that he is really ashamed to live.

Dengsi Lou couldn't even recite the full text of "The Story of Yueyang Tower", and Cen Qing was not in the mood to plagiarize other poems upstairs, so he hurriedly reviewed the article engraved upstairs and secretly went downstairs, pulling a passing scholar: "Brother Tai, do you know where there is a Ruyi Fang nearby?"

"Oh, you're so rude. The passer-by hurriedly avoided it, as if it was contaminated with the plague, "I don't know, I don't know, go quickly." ”

Ah, you're so arrogant...... Cen Qing didn't believe in evil, so he stood downstairs, and when he met someone, he pulled over and asked where Ruyifang was. However, most people dodged after hearing it, lest they could avoid it, Cen Qing wondered for a long time before the well-wisher hurriedly pointed in one direction, and hurriedly covered his face with his sleeve and walked away.

What kind of place is this Ruyi Fang, this group of people behaved so strangely, Cen Qing's interest was even stronger, and he walked about two miles in the direction of the man's finger, only to find a quiet courtyard in the bamboo forest that half-covered the Zhu Gate, and a string of wild grass on the plaque in front of the door, and it took a long time to understand: "Ruyi Gambling House".

Isn't it just a gambling house, this group of big turbans, real green tea.

Cen Qing sneered, raised his feet and stepped over the threshold, and was just about to push the door into the courtyard, when he heard a burst of angry scolding from the air: "You dogs kill talents, dare to hang the master here, wait for my friend to come over, first pull all of you into the county government to beat the board, and then sentence you to exile for 300 miles!"

Cen Qing was stunned for a moment, he heard this accent a little familiar, and when he looked up, he was really an acquaintance, he had seen it not long ago.

"Yo, isn't this a protégé of Confucius and Mencius?"