big master, big liar

Hengyang in late autumn is the busiest time.

Because Hengyang in this season is not colder than the north, but the autumn sun is just right, and the autumn is crisp and clear. Most of the people have just bulged their pockets, and those who have some spare money come out to spend time.

So no matter where you go, there is a row of bustling scenes.

"This is sweet-scented osmanthus roll. You can only make it and eat it right away. It won't taste good if it cools down." Song Xuan took a bite of the steaming pastry. It was a cat that ate a fish.

Ji Yunxi also took a bite, a stretch of thread was stuck between the honey and his lips and teeth, he licked it, and rolled it into his mouth with his tongue.

"You know a lot about the specialties here." Ji Yunxi looked with a little scrutiny.

Song Xuan touched his neck, just buried his head and continued to eat without answering.

How can you not understand?This is Hengyang.

It was where the Song Mansion was, and it was also the place where he and Ji Yunxi met.

After Wangchuan City, Song Xuan took Ji Yunxi all the way to the south, and it gradually became prosperous.

There are fewer cities in the south, more towns, and more waterways. Compared with the north, there is less wind and sand, but there are more scenery of fishing boats and pavilions.

Both Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi grew up in Hengyang, but Ji Yunxi had never been out of the gate of the Song Mansion, and the sporadic impressions of Hengyang all came from Song Xuan's dictation when he was young.

But Song Xuan grew up in Hengyang, he was very familiar with every plant and tree, and he was a little more friendly than in the north.

There are dozens of roads to Shengjing, but he chose to pass through Hengyang.

Not only because of convenience, but more because of childhood promises.

He once promised that when he grows up, he will take Ji Yunxi to the streets to play, watch some Jianghu craftsmanship, and taste all the delicacies he mentioned.

Song Xuan didn't want to break his promise.

So Ji Yunxi noticed that Song Xuan obviously slowed down when he entered Hengyang, and he was not in a hurry. Get him one.

Such Song Xuan made Ji Yunxi unable to help but think of that person again.

That idiot who only had two pennies in his pocket and wanted to go to the street to exchange for a sugar figurine to offer treasures in front of him.

Song Xuan didn't know what Ji Yunxi was thinking, so he added another pot of honey wine, and said to Ji Yunxi with a smile: "This wine is also called lamp oil wine, it's sweet, it has honey in it, it won't make you drunk."

"Because it is more viscous than other wines, and the quality of the wine is like lamp oil, so it is called lamp oil wine." Song Xuan is like a local veteran, counting the special products one by one. "I used to..."

"Once upon a time?" Ji Yunxi keenly captured the word.

"I used to come here to tell people's fortunes, and I could eat three pots a day." Song Xuan continued the conversation with a smile.

Ji Yunxi restrained her expression, drank a big cup full, and then said, "Song Xuan..."

"You drink slowly, no one will grab yours." Song Xuan said. "It's wine after all."

When Song Xuan said this, he was a little bit drunk, and the corners of his brows and eyes were as lazy as warm wind.

Ji Yunxi shook his head, didn't speak any more, just poured himself another cup.

The sweet and greasy wine fell all the way from the throat to the stomach and intestines, and it turned out to be a bit bitter.

People in Hengyang are fond of sweets. From snacks to drinks, there is insoluble honey in them, which is so sweet to the teeth.

Just halfway through the drink, the two suddenly heard an argument downstairs: "Hurry up, hurry up, how many times have you said no? Do you not understand people's words or something?"

Immediately afterwards, another man's voice sounded: "You don't even try, just say no?"

The shopkeeper yelled: "I've never seen wine like yours, you'll be damned if you can drink it!"

The man said slowly: "Nonsense, I didn't take a sip, I still saw you."

The shopkeeper hadn't reacted yet, but Song Xuan couldn't help laughing.

"Qiutang!" Song Xuan beckoned to the man from afar.

Only then did Ji Yunxi take a closer look, and found that the man who was arguing with the store owner was only in his early twenties, similar to Song Xuan.With slender eyebrows and thin red lips, fair skin, and a cool and gentle appearance.

If Song Xuan's appearance is a natural fortune teller.

Then this person is probably born with the appearance of a master, even when he smiles, there is a hint of calculation.

The man was holding a wine jar in his hand. When he saw Song Xuan, he couldn't help but his eyes lit up: "Song Xuan!"

The shopkeeper hadn't figured out the situation yet, and just watched the two of them bewildered.

But the man waved his hand: "If you don't want it, then don't. If you don't know gold and jade, there will always be times when you regret it."

The storekeeper couldn't help snorting from his nasal cavity, seeing that Song Xuan was a customer, he couldn't care less about it, so he turned his head and left.

Song Xuan pointed to the man and introduced to Ji Yunxi: "This is Fang Qiutang, my old friend, who is best at messing with weird things."

He patted Ji Yunxi on the shoulder again: "This is my younger brother, Song Xi."

As soon as he heard this, Fang Qiutang looked Ji Yunxi up and down, showing a meaningful look: "Why didn't I hear that you have a younger brother?"

"You haven't heard much about it," Song Xuan couldn't help punching him. "I didn't hear when you changed to Hengyang to do business, and even switched to selling alcohol."

"Don't mention it." After hearing this, Fang Qiutang couldn't help but picked up an empty glass and poured himself a glass of wine: "Something happened to my family."

"Or how do you say Feng Shui turns, my father is afraid that three nests of mice have entered his mind, so he wants to get involved in the fight between the gods of the princes above."

Song Xuan heard this, and couldn't help frowning: "The Fang family..."

"The Fang family is no longer an imperial merchant. My [-]-year-old father's head has lost all his seeds, and the rest of them are dead and scattered. Even I have been sent to jail—it's because I'm not his serious son. Otherwise, I'm afraid you can only see the grass on my grave now."

When he said this, there was always a sarcastic smile on his face, and his words were sharp and straightforward, as if he was telling a joke of others.

Anyone else might think that Mr. Fang is laughing at himself.

Song Xuan knew that his friend was such a virtuous person, with a very poisonous mouth and no affection for his family. He was afraid that after this farce, he would be very happy in his heart.

Listening to the old friend's joke, Song Xuan explained to Ji Yunxi:

This Fang Qiutang originally lived in Sifang City, and he was the illegitimate son of the head of Fang's family, the one who didn't even have a family tree.

In the beginning, he and Song Xuan had done a few businesses together, and the two of them became familiar with each other after going back and forth.

Fang Qiutang didn't seem to shy away from his own life experience. Song Xuan told Ji Yunxi that he would make some supplementary notes at the side. Those who didn't know thought that these were some great achievements that were worthy of his bragging.

The news that Ji Yunxi captured was all related to Song Xuan: "He? Do business with you?" Why didn't he know that Song Xuan still had the ability to do business.

Song Xuan laughed: "It's not a serious business."

Fang Qiutang's thin lips curled up, and his eyes narrowed, like an old and cunning fox: "Your brother is not a fuel-efficient lamp."

There was a strange tacit understanding between the two, Ji Yunxi instinctively resisted, but couldn't help but wonder about Song Xuan's cunning side.

"Do you remember the will-o'-the-wisp I made before?" Song Xuan suddenly remembered something, and pointed at Fang Qiutang. "He taught me how to do it."

Only now did Ji Yunxi show some interest.

"He knows a lot of things. You haven't seen his house. It's weird. He has everything, but he doesn't do his job properly." Song Xuan said with a smile. "Come on tomorrow and take you to his house to play, I promise you will open your eyes."

In the words, there was a hint of coaxing Ji Yunxi like a child.

Fang Qiutang knocked on the table: "What do you want to do tomorrow, come to me today. I'm still counting on you to do the sums for me, and let's work together to make a fortune, so that I can fool me with some business capital."

Song Xuan was taken aback, and suddenly realized something from Fang Qiutang's words: "What? You moved the yard here? You really don't plan to go back to Sifang City?"

He thought it was strange. Although Fang's family was in decline, Fang Qiutang's business had nothing to do with Fang's family. Even if he got involved, he wouldn't be down and out to the point of selling alcohol everywhere.

Presumably, Fang Qiutang experienced something else that Song Xuan didn't know.

"It's a long story," Fang Qiutang seemed to think of something, with a look of sleepiness on his brows. "This is not a place to talk, you go to my place, we two will drink all night, and we will not get drunk tonight." #####Jueyuan’s story has come to an end for the time being, and the little monk will still appear later (◎ _◎;) The first story is a bit cruel, but most of it will be sweet afterwards.

Some of the scam stories in this article have historical prototypes, and some are purely fabricated by the author himself, including some settings that will appear later, some have prototypes, and some are pure nonsense.

Please forgive me~