The best county magistrate

The lights of thousands of houses flickered gently, expressing the tenderness and tranquility of this moment.

Yu Wei opened her eyes slightly, stood up from Yang Xuanchen's legs, and stretched her waist lazily.

The enchanting figure under the silk satin made him unable to look back.

He shook off the claws that wanted to cause trouble on his body, looked back and smiled, "Master Yang, are you ready with your poems?"

"If it weren't for that good water-melody singer, I would go crazy."

After Yu Wei finished speaking, she giggled a few times, and the provocation and charm in her eyes made Yang Xuanchen feel angry in his lower abdomen.

Little vixen, sooner or later I will make you beg for mercy, but first I will make you proud.

He rubbed her hard into his arms and grabbed her a few times. The beauty in his arms said coquettishly, "Don't make trouble, your clothes are all wrinkled."

Wang Tieshan, who was driving outside the car, showed a helpless smile. This kid is really a pervert and will not let go of any time.

"Boy Yang, we've arrived at Wangyue Tower, get off the car."

Yang Xuanchen responded, and when he got out of the car, he offered his hand to Wang Tieshan, "Master Wang, it's cold outside, why don't we go in and have a few drinks together."

"I won't go, old man. It's boring to watch a group of scholars shaking their heads. It's better to enjoy the wind, admire the moon, and drink a few sips of Mengxian wine to feel more comfortable."

Unable to resist his will, Yang Xuanchen and Yu Wei smiled at him and entered Wangyue Tower.

When Boss Chen saw Yang Xuanchen and Tea Fairy arriving, he immediately greeted them with a smile, "Master Yang, Tea Fairy, Master Yan and Master Fu are already in the private room."

"I'll take you two upstairs, please."

Yang Xuanchen responded with a smile, "Please!"

He did not attend last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, but asked Zhou Miaomiao to bring a water-melody song called "When Will the Moon Come?"

After the three academy heads read it, they called it the first word with the title of "month" in ancient times.

In the private room, Yan Chenghai and the three great scholars arrived early when they learned that Yang Xuanchen would be coming today. They were looking forward to whether this boy could write some immortal verses this year.

The bosses were discussing poetry and songs, and what was going on in the current situation. The door to the private room was suddenly pushed open by Boss Chen. Yang Xuanchen held Yu Wei's hand and entered with a smile.

"Junior, please give your regards to Mr. Yan, the head of the Fu family, and the three doctors. I wish you all good health during the Mid-Autumn Festival and a happy family. Haha!"

His hearty laughter was very contagious and instantly made everyone in the private room smile.

"You kid, you came later than me, you deserve to be punished!" Yan Chenghai cursed with a smile, stood up and greeted him.

Then he glanced at the beauty behind Yang Xuanchen and asked doubtfully: "Who is this?"

"This is Yu Wei, the boss of Wushan Pavilion." It was just such a simple sentence, but it shocked several big bosses.

"Wushan Pavilion?" The three heads of the academy exclaimed in unison.

Yu Wei smiled and nodded, giving a slight blessing, "My little girl, Yu Wei, would like to send my regards to you all."

Before she sat down, she felt two sharp eyes locked on her. Yu Wei took a closer look and knew what was going on.

These two girls are the sisters Fu Tingyu and Fu Tingxue mentioned by Zhou Miaomiao. No wonder she always uses these two sisters to tease Yang Xuanchen. It turns out that this is the case.

Yu Wei smiled at the two sisters and took Yang Xuanchen's arm, swore her sovereignty and sat down.

Her actions not only shocked the two sisters, but also shocked Yan Chenghai and the head of the Fu family.

Yan Chenghai asked softly: "Xuanchen, what are you doing?"

Yang Xuanchen didn't shy away from it and laughed loudly, "Miaomiao is unable to come today because of something, so I asked Weiwei to come with her."

"Hahahaha, he deserves to be the leader of Qingzhou's literary world. Since ancient times, beauties have been matched with talented men. Mr. Yang is so lucky." Fu Chuan laughed and praised after hearing this.

Everyone smiled after hearing this and raised their glasses.

After Yang Xuanchen punished himself with three drinks, the atmosphere instantly became lively. Everyone was already familiar with each other, and they chatted about interesting things from all over the world.

While the cups were being exchanged, Fu Tingyu raised the topic, "Sister Yu could be the tea fairy from Wushan Pavilion, right?"

One sentence pointed the finger at Yu Wei. She put down her wine glass with a smile on her face, but she cursed her mother in her heart.

You little girl, why do you want to tease me when you have nothing to do? It's very annoying to have so many pairs of eyes staring at you.

"Miss Fu is so ridiculous. It's all a false name. The little girl is just a tea merchant, not a fairy."

However, her modesty made Fu Tingyu press closer, "I heard that the Tea Fairy is not only the master of Lanshan Yunwu, but also has the shadow of her sister in Jucai Xuan."

Yu Wei frowned, feeling unhappy in her heart. I like to keep a low profile. You have to lift me up so high. What do you mean?

"It's nothing. My husband has great ambitions. I'm just doing my part to help him."

"Jucai Xuan is a business name that serves the common people. It is taken from the people and used by the people. It just echoes my husband's ambition to live for the people."

At this time, An Wenyuan asked in confusion: "Jucaixuan is just a business, belonging to the lowest level of merchants. Why does Madam say she has the ambition to make a living for the people?"

His question raised the doubts in everyone's minds, and they all cast inquiring glances.

Fu Tingyu smiled slightly when he saw this, feeling very unhappy. He just couldn't bear to see you, a vixen, snatch away the man I like.

Yu Wei did not answer immediately, but looked at Yang Xuanchen, with a hint of complaint in her eyes.

"Now I have to tell you all about the function of this Jucai Pavilion."

Everyone did not expect Yang Xuanchen to explain in person, and focused their attention on him again.

"The currencies circulating in the market are basically copper coins and silver. There are a few criticisms of them. Let me explain them in detail."

"In the process of small-amount transactions, copper coins are the mainstay and silver is the supplement. This is the choice of the vast majority of people."

"However, there are huge risks involved in transactions of ten taels, fifty taels or even hundreds or thousands of taels."

"If merchants from Qingzhou want to trade with melon and fruit merchants in Liuzhou, there will be a problem of gold and silver transportation!"

"Think about it, everyone, if tens of thousands of cars of silver are transported on the road, if you encounter a robber or something..."

Having said this, Yan Chenghai nodded solemnly, "Let alone Liuzhou, even on the way to Jingzhou, you may encounter robbers."

"Even ordinary people are unavoidable, let alone wealthy businessmen."

At this time, Guo Changzhou asked: "Then what has Jucaixuan done in this regard?"

Yang Xuanchen smiled and said: "That's what I'm going to say next. People can use their money to come to Jucaixuan to exchange for silver notes."

As he spoke, he took out a stack of silver notes from his arms, including one tael, ten taels, and even one hundred taels and ten thousand taels.

"This banknote is light and has almost no weight. Firstly, it is convenient for daily use, and secondly, it can protect the safety of cash."

"..."

Then, Yang Xuanchen explained the modern banking concepts to everyone at the table one by one, and won everyone's recognition that Jucai Xuan can indeed serve the public.

Yan Chenghai, Fu Chuan and the three heads of the hospital immediately said that they would go to Jucaixuan tomorrow to make deposits and exchange some banknotes.

It is the duty of a scholar to establish a life for the people, and we should use as much energy as possible.

After three rounds of wine, five flavors of food.

The Mid-Autumn Cultural Festival also reached its climax. When the talented and beautiful people in Qingzhou heard that Yang Xuanchen was coming, they all came to the door of the private room to propose a toast.

Seeing the hopeful expression on Yu Wei's face, Yang Xuanchen knew that there was no way he could escape tonight.

He could only touch his nose and say: "Okay, okay, don't look at it like this. I have thought about it a long time ago, and I will read it to you now."

Lin Ziming, who won the top three in this spring, his eyes lit up when he heard this, "Master Yang, wait a moment, please wait for the students to sharpen their ink."

Yang Xuanchen glanced at him. After two years of absence, Lin Ziming's arrogance was still there but he had become restrained and learned to be humble.

He nodded to him and smiled, "Brother Laurin."

"Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Makes Clue"

"The thin clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is far away in darkness."

"When the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world."

At this point, Yang Xuanchen looked at Yu Wei beside him with tenderness in his eyes, and she also looked at him tenderly.

"Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and you can bear to look at the Magpie Bridge on your way back!"

"If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening?"

After saying this, Yu Wei's nose felt sour, and a trace of mist rose between her eyes, "Ugh..."

Is this really written for me?

What a nice view!

If the love between the two lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night? Isn't it talking about how I miss him day and night after we parted that night?

Not only Yu Wei was drunk, but Fu Tingyu and Fu Tingxue were also drunk.

There seemed to be an unbreakable affection in his beautiful eyes, and the two women seemed to have a stronger affection for him in their hearts.