The general will eat grass

Many relatives came to the Hou's mansion in the past two days. Zhao Yuansong has a keen ear, and when there are too many people, there will be a lot of gossip. He thought he was bored, so he planned to go out for a stroll, and walked to Ping'an Avenue adjacent to Baihu South Street , this street is the main thoroughfare running through Yong'an City from east to west. There are many shops and restaurants on both sides of the road.

The former owner of the casino offended someone, and transferred the casino to Changle Hou Mansion more than a month ago.The gambling house is just at the intersection of two roads, next to the catkin alley with rich nightlife. Apart from reopening the gambling house, we can only consider restaurants, but the Changle Hou Mansion already has a restaurant in Dongcheng, although it is not as good as The most famous Yonghe Tower in Kyoto is also famous for its signature dish Shilixiang Roasted Goose.In the eyes of Mrs. Hou, this store is tasteless, and it happens to be a dowry for Zhao Yuansong.

Zhao Yuansong stood in front of the closed gambling house for renovation, and glanced at the triangular green and white banner hanging by the balcony on the second floor. On the faded flag, the black word Gambling was off the line.Turning his head and looking at the catkin alley beside him, a few or two men came out of it with frivolous steps.There is a curfew in Yong'an City, and the business hours of this street start in the afternoon, which coincides with the high passenger flow of Ping'an Street. In order to make a profit, in addition to new tricks, you also need to extend the business hours.Zhao Yuansong, relying on his many years of rich experience, immediately had an idea of ​​integration and innovation.

"Well, Gondo, you said that the general and I borrowed some soldiers... No, the veterans are fine too, do you think he would borrow them?" The talkative Xiao Wu was investigating Miss Zhao Er, and the one who was following him to protect was the King of Hades. Face Gondo.

"I don't know, I can send a message to ask for instructions."

"Oh, I've said it all, you and Xiao Wu don't have to call yourself slaves all the time."

"The general gave us both to the master, and we are the master's slaves."

Seeing Gondo say this in a serious manner, Zhao Yuansong was also helpless. He wanted to stand up, but he didn't like being rigid.He is a dude, but he has principles, and he feels that when he should be serious, he should be serious, when he should be relaxed, he should be relaxed, and that he should be relaxed, so that he is truly living.Knowing that this kind of concept doesn't work here in Gondo, Zhao Yuansong sighed: "Forget it, don't ask for me, I have to arrange for someone to renovate this building first. Let's go, let's go to the pawnshop to have a look." It will take about a month to redecorate the inside and outside of the store. By then, he will have married into Duke Ding's mansion, so he should ask the general himself.

The location of the pawn shop is even better, right next to the Antique Calligraphy and Painting Street, but diagonally across from it is the largest chain pawn shop in Beijing.

"What, you're talking nonsense!" A scream came from the pawnshop, "You bastard, why are you so worried, this is the Dayi porcelain handed down from my family!"

Zhao Yuansong stepped into the shop quickly, just in time to see the young scholar with a flushed face, angrily patting the counter and scolding the shop assistant.He looked back at Zhao Yuansong coming in, his eyes flashed brightly, and he pointed to a white porcelain bottle on the counter and continued to yell loudly: "Tell your shopkeeper to come out, my family's ancestral item, after many appraisals, came to you, and you actually said that this treasure of mine is a fake!" Yes. Don’t think that because your store is big, you can bully me, a poor scholar.”

The scholar is seventeen or eighteen years old. He is dressed in lake green, with a bun on his head and a headband, and a pair of hemp rope straw sandals are exposed under his skirt.Zhao Yuansong raised his eyebrows, approached this man calmly, and saw that he had a pair of rough hands with black mud hidden between his nails.

The store clerk raised his eyebrows, pointed at the scholar and scolded: "Where is the rascal, my family won't accept your things, so go away, if you say this bottle is real, sell it to someone else's house."

"This is a family heirloom of my family. Who wants to sell it? I just want to bet it for a while and redeem it when I have enough money. You want to lower the price, but you dare to say anything. My good treasure will become a fake to you No, you must give me an explanation today."

The store clerk was so angry that he went around the counter and grabbed the scholar by the collar, "I want to blackmail people, but I don't want to polish my tricks, do you know who our boss is?"

"I don't care who your boss is. In the huge Yong'an, there are people from Wucheng Bingmasi everywhere on the street. Do you still want the shop to bully the customers? Come and see it from all the neighbors. Their shop ruins my reputation, and you still want to buy it?" Hit someone!"

Literati, students and Confucian scholars love to visit this street of calligraphy, painting and antiques. They are full of poetry and books, and almost everyone has a "little angel of justice" living in their bodies. When they see that the people who are bullied are also scholars, they immediately sympathize. , just like being bullied.

The scholar's voice really attracted many people. One of the rough guys pushed away two men blocking the middle of the door and rushed in, "Who dares to hit my brother, who? Don't bully people too much!"

This man was sturdy and strong, wearing a mandarin jacket with a large jacket, black thick linen trousers, and open-toed straw sandals. He was in his early twenties with a sloppy face. He rushed in and punched the shop assistant, and even pushed him to the counter.

Zhao Yuansong picked up the white porcelain bottle that was almost knocked over, with quick eyesight and quick hands.Seeing this, the scholar rushed to the rough man, telling his brother not to hurt others, and winking at him at the same time.The rough man understood and pushed him away in anger.The scholar found a good angle and fell, just in the direction of Zhao Yuansong.However, he was blocked by a tall, blue-eyed man who looked like a Hun ghost with a savage aura.The scholar backed away in fright, his feet were unsteady, and he fell to the ground.Howled miserably: "The Huns are coming!"

Following his voice, the crowd at the door of the store was furious. A few bold people rushed into the store, stopped in front of the two brothers, pointed at Zhao Yuansong and scolded him as a secret agent who led the Huns to persecute his own people.Those who are timid, see the situation inside, run directly to report to the officials, and earn a good reputation if they are meritorious in reporting.

The two young men standing at the door of the store looked like they were enjoying the show, and the bronze-skinned man whispered to the people around him: "This little dude is going to be unlucky today, can you help, Third Young Master?"

"Cut, why can you help me? I don't know him well!" This man was dressed in a padded jacket, wearing moccasin boots, with his hands crossed around his chest, and his proud head slightly raised.

Zhao Yuansong moved his ears, raised his eyes and glanced at the people present, with a slight smile on his lips, turned his head to look at the shopkeeper who just came from the back hall, and motioned him to move a chair for him.Zhao Yuansong handed the porcelain vase to the shopkeeper who brought back the chair, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, he sat down with his robe lifted. "Brothers, don't be angry, everyone see clearly the identity of my servant, and then come to reason with me." Zhao Yuansong reached out and flicked the small iron plate hanging on Gongdo's waist, on which the words "official slave" were clearly engraved. .

Those Confucianists who like "black people" have made the greatest contribution to this dynasty, and there are only three books handed down from generation to generation. Among them, "Official Farmers and Slaves" is the most widely circulated. The ruling class uses it to manage the people, and the people also want to Take it as its own criterion, and live safely in this half-feudal and half-slavery dynasty.Official slaves are also slaves, but they have a strong background. Sometimes such a waist card is even more respectable than a commoner servant.

Seeing the radical scholars who jumped out to speak out, they felt a "thump" in their hearts.They are passionate but not ignorant. Even if they don't know Xiyi slaves, they know that those who can own official slaves must be above the middle class.Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, their hearts were very happy. They came to the capital together to participate in the Spring Festival next year, but they accidentally offended the powerful.But scholars are most concerned about integrity, how can they easily bow to evil forces?

The radical scholars stood aside angrily, even if the dignitaries did not collude with the Huns, they still bullied the common people.The companions have gone to report to the officials, but they want to see at the feet of the emperor, who can surpass the law, who dares to cover up, their pens will never spare anyone!

The two "victims" brothers looked at Zhao Yuansong together, and saw him leaning on the chair like a grandfather, with a defiant posture, more cunning than the people who hired them, they felt uneasy, and couldn't help looking at the lively crowd at the door of the shop look in.

Zhao Yuansong followed their eyes and saw a familiar person, and he was amused: "Hey, isn't this brother Zhu from Yong'an who is diagonally across the street?"

The small man hidden in the crowd shrank his shoulders, and just wanted to run, but because the people in front of him had already stepped out of the way, he was exposed in front of them, so he had no choice but to step into the shop with a dry smile, nodded and bowed to Zhao Yuansong, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Zhao Yuansong Fourth master, you are here too."

"Yes, this is my shop." Zhao Yuansong pursed his lips, raised his hand and asked the shopkeeper for a white porcelain bottle and handed it to Brother Zhu, "This scholar said that this is a Dayi porcelain bottle handed down from his family. You are the master of Wu in Yong'an Gaotu, you have very good eyesight, come and help me improve my eyesight to see if this is true or not."

Brother Zhu held the porcelain bottle into his arms with stiff hands, a thin layer of sweat broke out from his nose. "Fourth Master Zhao, is this your shop?"

"Yeah, I got a new one not long ago."

"Gudong." Brother Zhu swallowed, with hesitation on his face.

"What? As far as I know, Yong'an's job as an appraisal is now yours. Can't you help me grow my eyes?"

"Fourth Master Zhao, you are really a little kid."

"If I tell you to watch it, you can just watch it. Could it be possible to ask Ben Shao to invite Hou San?"

"No, I dare not." Brother Zhu shook his hand and almost dropped the porcelain bottle to the ground.

The "victim" brother was secretly shocked when he heard that he mentioned the third master Hou like a follower.

"That's it, Sneeze!" In winter, little brother Zhu was sweating on his nose, and when the wind blew, he sneezed loudly.

"Hold it well, don't fall, or you will be compensated!" Zhao Yuansong glanced at the pair of brothers with a half-smile, and then said to Brother Zhu: "Tell me, is it true or not? The assistant in my shop saw it." Is it wrong?"

"This one……"

Zhao Yuansong saw his eyes dodge, sat upright slowly, and recited a poem: "Dayi's porcelain is light and strong, and its buckle is like mourning jade. The white bowl of Jun's house is better than frost and snow, and it is pitiful to rush to Maozhai." He gestured to the white porcelain bottle in Brother Zhu's hand: "Didn't you see it? The ancestors gave the method of identification, touch it, weigh it, knock it, and you will know."

Zhu Xiaoge swallowed, and he used flattering words to cover up his nervousness: "Fourth Master Zhao is talented and has a university education, so there are poems in this bottle!" Seeing that he couldn't get away with it, he bit his head and said: "Cough, this, It’s rough to the touch, heavier than celadon, and the sound of knocking is solid, and the color is gray, it’s really not Dayi porcelain.”

The group of radical scholars were attracted by the poems and tasted them repeatedly, forgetting the indignation in their hearts for a moment.They never knew that there are beautiful poems that teach people how to appraise porcelain, and some scholars who prefer poems and songs have the urge to make friends with Zhao Yuansong.When they first heard the conclusion that the porcelain vase was fake, their first reaction was to touch the porcelain vase to see if its feel and sound were really as written in the poem.However, the spectators outside the store reacted early. They pointed at the "victim" brothers and started arguing that they were the ones who blackmailed people!

Only then did the radical scholars suddenly understand that the brothers actually took advantage of their sympathy to fuel their arrogance, so as to extort money from the store. They were suddenly furious, and they rolled up their sleeves and were about to wrestle with the two brothers.

"Let's open, let's open, the Wucheng soldiers and horses are handling the case." The crowd at the door was separated by the two poor men. They entered the store and shouted: "Where are the Huns?" Pulling out their waist knives, shaking off the chains, they were menacing and very scary .When he caught sight of Gondo, the expression on his face froze, then he looked at Zhao Yuansong again, and immediately glared: "Are you the one who colluded with the Huns?"

Zhao Yuansong laughed angrily at the way they watched people order dishes. He stood up, and just about to speak, another person came in at the door.

This man was dressed in light armor, with an inch-long red token hanging on his waist, and holding a standard plum blossom long knife in his hand. He was about to say a few words to appease the people, and to show his merits, when he saw a man in Chinese clothes walking towards him. The young master in the brocade suit had a small bun on his head, and the back of his head was half loose on his shoulders, revealing beautiful eyebrows and eyes.Isn't this the fourth son of their eldest family, Zhao Yuansong who is about to marry Dingguo Gongfu? "Hey, fourth young master, why is it you!" He almost choked on his own saliva.

"Oh, it's not me." Zhao Yuansong pointed at the "victim" brother with his finger, "Lieutenant Yu came just in time. Someone is causing trouble here, and there are all witnesses and evidence."

The "victim" brothers trembled. Seeing that Brother Zhu had been ignoring them all the time, he suddenly became anxious, "It wasn't us, someone ordered us to make trouble." They both raised their fingers to Brother Zhu.

The porcelain bottle in Zhu Xiaoge's hand fell to the ground, his face was pale, and he looked up at Zhao Yuansong with pleading eyes.