Placid Chang'an

After the birthday banquet that day, Jia Zhen seemed to have finally found a confidant, and came to look for Su Cen every day, and within a few days, he took Su Cen to visit the brothels and flower boats in Yangzhou City.

Although Su Cen didn't mean it, but since he came back that day, there are always two tails behind him. Hanging out with Jia Zhen every day is the right to confuse the enemy.

That day Su Cen came back early in the morning, only to hear Qu Ling'er sitting on the railing and saying quietly: "Singing every night, Brother Su, be careful that he will be emptied by wine, lust and wealth."

Su Cen glanced at him, "Did you ask what you asked?"

Qu Ling'er jumped down from the railing, "Xiao Hong is from the secret door, and now I betrayed the secret door, how could she tell me?"

Su Cen smiled, "You can't ask, why don't you ask Brother Qi?"

Qu Ling'er shuddered at Su Cen Yangchun's March-like smile, thinking she couldn't be offended, she shrank her neck and slipped away.

Su Cen stretched in the yard, yawned and went back to her room to catch up on sleep.

After a few more days, Jia Zhen finally stopped talking about visiting flower houses, changed his temper and wanted to study hard, and even sent a little book boy over to take Su Cen over to the house, calling it a reading companion.

It wasn't until Su Cen passed that he knew what a dog could eat shit. Jia Zhen closed the door, pulled him to sit at the table, took out two pornographic books that were out of print on the market, and kept saying: "Brother Li , that is, you and I are willing to take it out, and I don’t bother to show those ordinary people.”

Su Cen thought, "I'd rather be a commoner."

Seeing Su Cen's lack of personality, Jia Zhen patted the person on the shoulder, "Brother Li really knows the stuff, doesn't it mean that you don't like these vulgar ones, I still have them here."

After saying that, he crawled under the bed and rummaged through the boxes. After a while, he took another stack of books and presented them to Su Cen. Su Cen flipped through them casually, and his eyes almost popped out.

Not only is the style of writing vivid in this book, but it is also accompanied by illustrations, which is called a combination of pictures and texts.The most important thing is that there are two men embracing each other in the painting, with different postures and every detail is clearly visible.

Jia Zhen watched Su Cen's ears turning red little by little, and approached him and said, "Isn't it pretty?"

Su Cen moved away quietly, "How about this one?"

"I haven't tried it yet."

Su Cen just breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Jia Zhen continue: "But I also want to try."

Su Cen assessed his and Jia Zhen's stature, and stood up from his seat calmly: "I, I'm anxious..."

Jia Zhen looked at Su Cen meaningfully, made a look that I understand, and said with a smile: "Brother Li, you don't have to force it, the room next door is empty, I'll call you a maid, if you can't do it, you can do it .”

Su Cen said in a hurry that there is no need, got up in a hurry and left, stood outside the door and let out a long breath, the ancients said that when making friends, one should choose good people, those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, the ancients are sincere and do not deceive themselves.

This person is poisonous, and he should hide as far away as possible in the future.

Since she couldn't go back for a while, Su Cen took the opportunity to walk around Jia's house.Although this Jia's house was not as grand as Wang's, it entered and exited several large courtyards with pavilions, verandahs and sills in a well-arranged pattern.

Just as Su Cen came out of a small courtyard, he saw a sneaky person carrying a pile of things and hurrying towards the backyard not far away.

Su Cen dodged and hid behind a corner door, frowning in thought.

Speaking of which, he knew this person, he was the innkeeper of Jia's salt shop, and he had seen it a few days ago when he went to investigate the salt business.

It's only natural for him as a shopkeeper to come to Jia's house, why should he be so sneaky?

When the person walked not far away, Su Cen followed carefully, and saw the person arrived in a side room, carefully looked outside, and walked into the door.

Su Cen stepped forward cautiously, and as soon as he got closer to the window, he heard a voice from inside: "The salt from Huaibei has arrived."

Su Cen couldn't help frowning.

All the official salt in Yangzhou comes from central Sichuan. Water is drawn from the salt lake and boiled in brine. The salt produced in this way has higher purity and less impurities, which is called well salt.Most of these salt lakes are taken over by the imperial court, which is the source of official salt.However, due to the proximity of the Huaihe River to the sea, various small workshops cook the sea into salt, and even small households can make salt in a pot in their yard. The quality of the salt that flows out is uneven, with many impurities. Repeatedly prohibited, most of the salt in the hands of private salt dealers comes from Lianghuai.

Jia's salt is official salt, so it should come from central Sichuan, so what about the Huaibei salt?

I just heard a more mature voice in the room say: "How much official salt is left?"

The shopkeeper replied: "No more, no less, three hundred shi."

The other person pondered for a while, "Mix it up."

"How?"

"Four six," the man paused, "Three seven, private salt seven."

Su Cen was stunned on the spot, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that his palm had already been soaked, leaving a few deep finger marks.

The price of official salt and private salt is very different. They pass off low-priced private salt as official salt, under the name of official salt, and sell the price of official salt. The so-called official salt that people buy with hard-earned money is only three Points are true!

He could bear it before they colluded with the government to crack down on private salt, but he couldn't bear to fool the court and the people like this!

The shopkeeper of the salt shop nodded in response and got up to leave.After Su Cen regained consciousness, he hurriedly retreated. As soon as he lifted his foot, he heard a crunch under his foot. For some reason, a small dead branch fell here, and Su Cen stepped on it impartially.

The people in the room were immediately alert, and the two sides looked at each other and immediately rushed out the door.

Seeing that Su Cen couldn't dodge in time, someone pulled her from behind suddenly, and the next moment, she was pushed behind a shadow wall

Mr. Jia and the shopkeeper came out of the room, obviously heard the movement here, and said to the screen wall: "Who is it, come out!"

Jia Zhen made a silent gesture to Su Cen, and poked his head out from behind the screen wall, "Father, it's me..."

Master Jia wrinkled his forehead, "What are you doing here?"

"Hide and seek," Jia Zhen said with a generous smile, "the little maid will come over after a while, and I will kiss whoever finds me as agreed, but this one is ugly, so I have to hide it better."

"I don't know how to learn!" Mr. Jia was so angry that he pointed at Jia Zhen's nose and scolded: "Why did I give birth to such a rebellious son like you, I will beat you to death!"

"If you kill me, you will lose a son."

Su Cen didn't know if he was hallucinating, but he could hear a chill from the tone of laughter.

Master Jia pointed at Jia Zhen's fingertips and trembled a few times, and finally flung his sleeves away.

Jia Zhen turned around and smiled at Su Cen: "How could you find a latrine here?"

Su Cen opened his mouth, but before he could find an excuse, Jia Zhen waved his hand again, "Forget it, I know my house is big, and there's nothing shameful about getting lost."

Jia Zhen walked ahead on his own, but Su Cen had an illusion when he looked at the back of this man's head. Is this man really just a playboy?

Feng Yiming always had the habit of going around to Shunfu Tea House to drink a pot of tea after going to office every day.

This time happened to be dinner time, and the whole city of Yangzhou was filled with smoke, and the lights of thousands of houses could be seen from the teahouses.

But none was reserved for him.

He first entered the officialdom in his twenties, and his luck was not bad. He was assigned to serve as an official censor at the Yushitai.At the beginning, when he was a little impeachment from the sixth grade, Zhao Zeduan, the former Minister of the Ministry of Officials, bent the law for selfishness and traded in his hometown enclosure. At that time, everyone thought he was a fly shaking a tree and overreaching himself. Only that person appreciated him and made a move in the court. Bao, and after checking it out, he really pulled that big tree down.

Although he only found out afterwards that Prince Ning had just entered the court and was about to gain power, Zhao Zeduan had repeatedly confronted him, and he just wanted to find an excuse to get rid of him.

And he was the one.

He was also willing to make that excuse, the man's smile was like a pot of sake, and he was drunk in it the first time he saw it, unable to extricate himself.

So when that person said that he needed someone to come to Yangzhou to handle the salt affairs, he agreed without even thinking about it.

It's just that he doesn't know that this stay will last for three years, with no relatives and no way to move, he can only rely on that bit of tenderness every night to comfort himself.

He didn't even know that as soon as he left, someone came from behind and wiped out all the traces left by him.

Feng Yiming poured himself a cup of tea, glanced behind him from the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but smile.

He is not alone, don't the two tails behind him just accompany him dutifully?

When he closed his eyes, he saw a person standing by the table, wearing a tattered Taoist robe, whisking the dust with his left hand, and holding a banner with his right hand, writing a letter with a clever plan.His complexion was fair, but most of it was covered by a strand of beard, and he said to him, "Is your lord telling fortunes?"

Feng Yiming: "It doesn't count."

Taoist: "..."

The Taoist pointed at Feng Yiming's eyebrows with his whisk: "I see that my lord's seal is black, and there must be bloody disasters in the near future. I am the eighth generation disciple of No. 30 of Longhu Mountain. Here is a talisman that can drive away evil spirits. Your lord considers it." one time?"

"A disaster of blood and light?" Feng Yiming raised his eyebrows and smiled, took another cup and poured tea, made a gesture of invitation to the Taoist, and said, "Misfortunes and fortunes are God's will, I don't force it, I don't know if it's right to calculate other things." ?”

The Taoist was not polite, sat down and took a sip of tea, and asked, "What does your lord want?"

"Marriage." Feng Yiming said, "Can it be counted?"

The Taoist narrowed his eyes and glanced at Feng Yiming, then lowered his head, pinched his fingers and muttered something, and smiled at him after a while, "My lord, the red luan star is moving recently, the marriage must be prosperous, there are many mountains and deep mountains, and the warm sedan chair comes from the south, my lord only You need to abandon the past and wait for it, and fate will naturally come to you."

"What if I'm just stubborn?"

The Taoist lowered his eyes and said: "Your Majesty did not cross the river, but you actually crossed the river. What can you do if you cross the river and die?"

Feng Yiming didn't speak anymore, he was silent for a while, took out a few copper coins and threw them on the table.

The Taoist took out a piece of yellow paper after collecting the money, "Looking at the kindness of the lord, this talisman should be given to the lord."

Feng Yiming opened it and took a look. Naturally, it was not a talisman. On the yellow paper, there were a few large characters written like ghostly talismans: Cha Jia's Salt Shop.

"Taoist," Feng Yiming suddenly turned around.

The Taoist paused.

"Half a month?" Feng Yiming said, "What do you think they would think if they found someone missing in the court hall?"