After offending all the princes

When Xuan He saw Mr. Chen coming out, he still sat on the chair without moving. The winter sun was really comfortable, and he lost his bones in the sun.

Mr. Chen was a little guilty when he heard that the king of Baojun was coming, he was afraid that he would ask about the last time, and he hadn't found out about the two corpses.

But Xuanhe didn't make things difficult for him, he could tell at a glance which family raised the dead man, not to mention that he couldn't find it out, even if he could, he probably wouldn't dare to act rashly.

Nowadays, the Holy Majesty vigorously promotes officials who were born in the imperial examination, and now there is a clear distinction between the imperial gentry and the Qingliu, but Mr. Chen is a declining gentry who was born in the imperial examination. This is not easy to navigate.

Mr. Chen felt that this ancestor was really capable of torturing people, and tomorrow was the time to stop writing for a holiday, so he decided to come today.While slandering, he still forced a smile on his face and walked out, but when he saw Xuanhe, he lost his temper completely. Without him, Xuanhe is really good-looking, and the appearance of sitting in the sun in a red dress is very pleasing .

The youngest son in his family is about the same age as Xuanhe, and he plays with cats and dogs all day long. When he sees his father in trouble, he doesn't know how to be afraid. He looked at it but felt innocent and cute. After seeing King Baojun a lot, Mr. Chen was not so reluctant to ask for family law.

It is worthy of being a person who relies on His Majesty's favor to become a king.

Xuanhe came under pressure, and I don't know what he did. These people were obviously not tied up or gagged, but none of them took the opportunity to create chaos, and they didn't even dare to make a sound.

Mr. Chen roughly guessed Xuan He's intention, it was nothing more than to put him in prison temporarily, waiting for the trial. As for when the trial will be held, it depends on when the master thinks of them.

This is the most common method of tossing people in the local government.

Xuan He said, "I'm here to bother Mr. Chen again."

He raised his chin and pointed to the group of people huddled together like quails. They were all looking at this side, but when they caught Xuanhe's eyes, they all hurriedly looked away. Xuanhe sneered: "These people are in my shop. There was trouble before, which affected the business, please trouble Mr. Chen to have a good trial."

Dayong's business is well developed, and the relevant laws are perfect. If it is verified that it has used unfair means to conduct commercial competition, the plaintiff can claim compensation.

This is not a serious crime. Which yamen in the south of the Yangtze River does not pick up dozens of crimes a year?As long as the plaintiff agrees, it can be adjusted in private, but Xuanhe clearly wants to send them in to improve their memory.

Knowing what he meant, Mr. Chen didn't talk nonsense, and immediately went up to the court for a trial. Several shopkeepers from Xuanhe shop were there, and they also brought their past account books to compare with their account books after the trouble.Master Chen set a detention period for them while talking about the way to make money, the shortest half a month, the longest three months.

When he started to try the case, Xuanhe asked people to move the chairs into the gate, and sat in the courtyard of the court and the gate to continue basking in the sun.

There is also an "atonement" clause in Dayong's law. This kind of short-term detention can be offset by corvee or fines, one to two pennies per person a month.

Governments at all levels are also very happy to allow criminals to pay for their crimes in this way. In some places, people will not even have the right to choose and force people to serve corvee.After all, most people still have to take care of food in prison, and it is a strong labor to be released.

However, the pen will be sealed tomorrow, when the gate of Shuntian Mansion will be closed, they will have nowhere to go if they want to "redeem". If they enter today, they will have to live in it for the next year.

After hearing the case all afternoon, there were nearly 20 more people in the prison in Shuntianfu. Looking outside the courtroom, Xuanhe had already tilted his head and fell asleep, and he didn't know when he was covered with a cloak.

When Mr. Chen approached, Xuan He woke up by himself, and yawned sleepily, with a tear seeping from the corner of his eye, he casually wiped it away and stood up to say goodbye.

Lin An came forward to tie the cloak for him, Mr. Chen was a little embarrassed: "It's about to close the pen, the winter is cold and cold, I'm afraid it's not good to stay in prison for a long time."

It's the twelfth lunar month of winter, and it's cold and gloomy in the prison. Even if you don't go to prison, you won't be able to bear being locked up for ten days and a half months.

If someone died, that was his problem.

Xuan He patted Lord Chen on the shoulder with a smile: "Don't worry, my lord, I will send someone to add clothes and food for them, and I will definitely not embarrass my lord. They are all my people in Dayong, and they should have a good year here." It is."

As Xuanhe said this, he thought in his mind that there was still a person imprisoned in the prison of Dali Temple. Speaking of which, he had a relationship with that person, and he had to find a way to get him out.

Xuanhe was willing to cooperate, Master Chen heaved a sigh of relief.The governor of Shuntian Prefecture, a senior official of the third rank, sounds good to say, but it is nothing to put in the capital. The trial of each case is going on trial. It is either the student or the in-laws. If there are too many seesaws involved, it may be handed over to the imperial court. Shitai Dali Temple.

Therefore, most of the people who have been the Governor of Shuntian are tactful, and he is no exception, but his tact has a bottom line, and this bottom line is Your Majesty.

As a courtier, it is natural to share your worries with the king, Mr. Chen thought righteously, His Majesty's attitude is his attitude.

Tomorrow is the new year, the yamen will be closed, and many shops will be closed, but Xuanhe will do the opposite, paying several times the "overtime wages" to the shop assistants, and it will be open every day during the year, and the doors will be closed more than usual. earlier.

At the beginning of the new year, when other shops began to open one after another, he closed the doors to give everyone a holiday until the Lantern Festival on the 15th of the first lunar month.

In addition to this "overtime salary", Xuanhe also worked out a "year-end bonus", which he, the big boss, personally distributed every year in the shops in Beijing.

Xuanhe sat in a car full of gold and silver and listened to Song Qian's report on the situation in the past two years - he was sent to Jiangnan by Xuanhe for more than two years, and he returned to his order only now that his business was on the right track.

Xuanhe listened absently to his boasting, feeling inexplicably ashamed, any chain store advertisement, any modern person would know that he had no exact memory before, and always came up with some golden ideas inadvertently. A business genius, so he started a business.

Song Qian is the seller of his first store, and has been with him for four years.

They sat in the carriage and handed out red envelopes to each family. The shop would prepare new year's goods. Xuanhe didn't ask, he just came to give money.

Dayong's currency in circulation is mainly copper coins. For ordinary people, there is not much time to use silver, let alone gold. Some people in remote places may never see it for a lifetime.

Naturally, this is not the case in the capital city, but Xuanhe came up with real money, not to mention anything else, the visual impact is great.

The lowest-ranking guy can get five taels of silver, and the shopkeepers get gold.

There were his shops in the four markets, and someone in front of him informed him that wherever he went, shopkeepers would come out with their fellows to pay New Year's greetings to his big boss, and by the way, he praised him fiercely, and there were crowds of onlookers gathered around him.

They didn't feel that there was anything wrong at all, and they all laughed so hard that they couldn't see their teeth, and said good things one after another, boasting that they were sincere!

Xuanhe was not used to it at first, he didn't know how he came here a few years ago, and he became numb after passing a few shops.

Let’s just pretend that they were not bragging about him. Thinking this way, Xuanhe felt much more at ease until he arrived at Zhaixinglou, the largest restaurant in the capital, three floors high, and the favorite dining place for dignitaries.

When the carriage drove to the downstairs of Zhaixing Building, Xuanhe had a bad feeling. If he remembered correctly, he was the one who got the name Zhaixing. As for the source...

Xuanhe got off the carriage and looked up, and sure enough, he saw a wooden couplet hanging on the gate of the Star Picking Building: The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and the stars can be picked by hand

Shen Xuanhe: ...

This couplet is really unqualified as a couplet, but as a poem, it has been regarded as a classic by countless people since the completion of the Zhaxing Building three years ago when Shen Xuanhe stood on the top of the building and chanted it casually.

To this day, there are always people who come to Zhaixing Tower attracted by the name, and after going up to the third floor, they chant intoxicated: "Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavenly beings".

So this poem was hung on the door.

Fortunately, the buddies in Zhaixing Building are no different from other places. They stand in a row and wish the boss all the best.

Xuan He faced the fiery eyes of the diners in the hall, and distributed red envelopes to everyone without changing his face.

Today, most of the people sitting in the lobby on the first floor are literati and students, and there is no one else. They just came to see him specially because they heard that the king of Baojun would come to give out red envelopes today.

This is not the first time that this has happened. In the year when Zhaixing Tower was completed, someone asked him to write another poem. It sounds good to add to the fun, but in reality it was suspected that the poem was not written by Xuanhe.

If Xuanhe couldn't say it now, he would still praise him for his good eyesight, but for Xuanhe at that time, this poem suddenly appeared in his mind, wasn't he the one who wrote it?Immediately, he sneered and kicked over the tables and chairs, pointed at people with a whip and scolded: "What kind of thing are you, dare to ask me to compose poems for you?"

Everyone was terrified, and they didn't dare to say much, but Xuanhe distributed red envelopes to the guys as if nothing happened, and then said to the group of scholars: "Good sentences are born naturally, and you can get them by chance. I'm not a poet , I don’t have the time to study every day.”

He casually uttered a sentence and was regarded as a classic by others, praised for a long time, but the person who asked him to compose a poem was looked down upon by others and apologized to him red-faced.

Xuanhe thought sincerely: This brother is really miserable.

Now, when he recalls what happened back then, he just feels that he was like a proud and arrogant middle school boy, and it is too much to stay in a place full of black history.

But it's not over yet, every year when the red envelopes are sent here, he will eat at the Zhaixing Building.At the dining table, all the shopkeepers and managers toasted him one after another, and each of them must say a speech.

After surviving this meal, Xuan He secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and walked out of Zhaixing Tower a little faster than usual.

"Where else are you going?"

Song Qian drank some wine and sat on the shaft of the carriage with the coachman. Hearing Xuanhe's words, he poked his head in and replied: "Wanhualou."

The name Wanhualou sounds like a brothel, and it is actually a brothel, but the girls here do not sell themselves.

When Xuanhe said that he wanted to open a brothel, and that everyone was only performing arts, Song Qian was a little unconvinced. He is a man and a layman. Well, come here and spend your money.

In the end, he has to admit that his family has a long-term vision and is very accessible, and the nobles are all romantic, so a romantic and elegant place like Wanhualou will naturally become a good place for them to entertain. He has heard of the reputation of Wanhualou in Jiangnan.

The Wanhua Building is somewhat different from the Zhaixing Building. It is not a single building, but a contiguous small courtyard.The headliner in the building is Miss Su Wanqing, and Xuanhe felt that Miss Su was far superior to himself in terms of talent.

The important thing is that although she is talented, she is not arrogant. She judges the situation and manages Wanhualou in an orderly manner.Few people know that this top card is also Xuanhe's manager in Wanhualou.

Knowing that Xuanhe was coming, Su Wanqing deliberately spared this day.She is very smart, and can see that something has happened to Xuanhe recently, but it is because she is smart enough that she knows what to ask and what not to ask. Xuanhe is the king of the county after all.

Even if he went out of his way to do business, he was still the king of the county.

The girls in the building didn't pay attention to a little gold and silver, and what Xuanhe gave was jewelry.

Su Wanqing took a look and found that many pearls were used in this year's hairpin. She immediately guessed Xuanhe's intention: "Will Cuiyuxuan push pearls next year?"

Xuanhe nodded, Song Qian brought back a batch of pearls, and he will still have the final say on the fashion in Beijing next year.

After running around for a day, Xuanhe handed out every purse by himself, so he was inevitably a little tired at this time.Song Qian was very discerning and gave him the whole carriage to rest, and continued to stand shoulder to shoulder with the driver on the outside of the shaft.

The coachman raised his whip, and the carriage moved forward without haste, Xuan He was drowsy.

Suddenly, there was a commotion outside the car, as if someone was causing trouble, clamoring for the people in the car to get off.

The coachman tightened the reins in a hurry, the horse neighed, and then the carriage shook violently. Today's carriage is not one you usually ride in. There are no four-fold cotton brocade, and there is no safety rope to fix the figure.

Xuan He rushed forward without sitting still, and with a "bang", his forehead hit the wall of the carriage hard.

He was in a daze for a long time, and he didn't react until Song Qian hurriedly called him.

He clutched his forehead and thought blankly: This is, a car accident?

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