Clam Pearl

Xizai washed Wu Xingshou's loquat, carefully dug out the core, peeled the skin, and cut it before bringing it to Gu Zhao. Gu Zhao bit a piece and said with a murmur, "It's so sweet, it tastes so good. It's pretty good."

Wu Xingshou was overjoyed: "Master Qi likes it. I still have half a car there. I bought it from a fruit merchant in Beijing when I was waiting for the team. They are fresh fruits that have just fallen from the tree. I wanted to take them back to my hometown. It's fresh, and the villain will ask them to bring it in later."

Gu Zhao laughed: "Okay, why should I eat half a load of fruits from you? No need."

Wu Xingshou shook his head again and again: "Qi Ye, you are a noble person, and you are also my ancestor's grave in my previous life. For some reason, I stood in the right position, and there was a green smoke, so the noble person ate a bite of fruit I offered. You must give it to the villain Save some face, I'm going back, this time I can brag to them, the nobles who went to Beijing also ate the fruit I offered."

Gu Zhao smiled, but he didn't like this kind of communication in his heart. He was awkward, so he changed the topic and asked him: "Wu Xingshou, who has traveled all over the world, must have seen thousands of businesses. I am usually locked at home, and I am not allowed to go out... ..."

Just as he was talking, another person hurried up the steps outside the door, knocked on the door, and opened the door carefully, but it was the second shopkeeper of Gu Zhao's Nanhuo Store in Beijing.As soon as he entered the door, he wiped off his sweat and looked at Wu Xingshou. Gu Zhao smiled and said, "Tell me, why are you in such a hurry, but what happened?"

The second shopkeeper took the bamboo tube from his pocket, opened the lid, and took out a piece of blank letter paper, which was stamped with the Poseidon stamp and said: "This morning, an old man brought this letter and asked for one hundred thousand sticks."

Gu Zhao's eyes flickered, and he asked, "Can you give it?"

The second shopkeeper shook his head: "There are still tens of thousands of guan, and I have to go to Zhuangzi to transfer it. Mr. Bo told him to come and pick it up tomorrow. That person is very well-behaved..."

"I see, you go back and tell Mr. Bo, if someone comes back, tell him that if it's not enough, tens of thousands more will be enough." Gu Zhao interrupted, obviously not wanting him to say more.

The second shopkeeper nodded, took the letter that was handed over, and kicked it into his arms as before. After saluting, he wanted to rush back immediately.

Gu Zhao stopped him: "Wait a minute, I'll write a letter, you take it back to the person who came, he knows who to send it to."

After finishing speaking, Xizai immediately rubbed the ink aside, and Gu Zhao picked up a pen and wrote:

Ah Run: One day in Biejing, I don’t know how your health is getting better, since Biejing this morning, it’s been a long time since you and I have known each other, we will never be far away...

Gu Zhao wrote here, but felt that he really couldn't write the style of ancient prose. He had a lot to say, so he thought for a while, and wrote again:

This day, I have been annoyed. I only regret that I missed writing a few volumes that day, and I hate that I only have two hands. If I have seven or eight hands, I will be fine. But if I grow seven or eight hands, I am afraid that you will not want me anymore. , not only don’t want it, but you may also invite the dumb monk from your former monastery to suppress me.

After going out today, the weather was fine, smooth and windless, but there were many villages and barns along the roadside, most of which were damaged and barren. It can be seen that the Daliang War has damaged the foundation of the country.However, these have nothing to do with us.

I haven’t encountered any good scenery along the way, so I won’t write it to you. But if I encounter three or five bald mountains, they are not towering, let alone strange peaks. Once a fast horse rides through the dusty sky, it’s not bitter.Later, I met a wooden utensil head, surnamed Wu, who is interesting, can speak well, and talk about wild things, so as to relieve some loneliness.Don't worry, this Wu Xingshou is white and wrinkled, and his lines are as deep as the deep ravine behind the cliff of the temple, without bottom.If he smiles, mosquitoes will fly by and kill him.He gave me a plate of pipa, which tastes very delicious. When I go back, I will buy some and take it with you to taste it with you. If I come back late and the pipa is gone, it will probably catch up with the cherries. When the time comes, you will give me a pipa. One grain, it's wonderful to think about it now.

Well, I asked them to prepare the money you paid, and I didn’t ask you what it’s useful for. I just told you that you must not wrong yourself. I am at ease, thinking about it...

After writing, Gu Zhao sealed the letterhead, added a bamboo letter tube to cover it, sealed it with wax, and stamped it with his own name, which is a seven-character plum blossom seal pattern.Only then did he hand over the letter box to the second shopkeeper and ask him to hand over the letterhead to the person who came.

Xizai sent the second shopkeeper away. Wu Xingshou in this room has been afraid to speak. Although he can hear people opening and closing their mouths, they are all 10,000+ pennies, but this amount has already shocked him. His mind is full of copper coins. With a crash, he doubled the string of maximum proficiencies in his mind and added them to one hundred thousand, adding up and adding up to a whole room.

"What is Wu Xingshou thinking?" Seeing the old man mumbling, Gu Zhao asked him.

Wu Xingshou was startled, and knelt down: "How dare you think about it in front of the nobleman."

Gu Zhao was forced to hide for a while, feeling awkward and helpless, so he said: "Get up, if you do this again, you can go out." Gu Zhao lay down halfway again, thought for a while and said to Wu Xingshou: "In the past Although I wandered around in Shangjing, I didn’t subdivide the shops in Shangjing. Wu Xingshou has seen the world and various businesses, so I can talk about it to relieve my boredom.”

Wu Xingshou just stood up, but he didn't dare to sit anymore. He just stood and said with a smile: "This nobleman really asked the right person. Let's not talk about it. The villain in Shangjing often goes to the 310 line in Beijing." When the head of the line saw the villain, he always nodded.

Now the villain will explain it to you in detail, to make the nobleman amuse you, there are 310 lines in Shangjing, and there are 170 lines that cannot be read, for fear of polluting the ears of the nobleman, let’s talk about the two cities of this thing, there are: cloth Linen shop, wood shop, bamboo shop, hemp thread shop, clearing wares shop, gold wares shop, gold lacquer shop, silver and Zhuer color shop, West Market sells miscellaneous goods, there are those who sell reading lamps, vinegar bowls, Those who print incense sticks, those who spike shoes, those who repair broken fans, those who repair bird cages, those who cut boards and feet, and those who untie jade boards..."

Wu Xingshou is here to show off his knowledge and ability, and he spits out star-studded babbles, which are more vigorous than talking about wild books. Just as he counted to three hundred and two lines, someone beside him tugged on his sleeve and gently tugged on it. After letting him out, when he looked up, Gu Zhao rested his head on one hand and fell asleep.

Xinzai went over cautiously, gently helped Gu Zhao's legs to be put inside, and helped Gu Zhao cover the brocade quilt. Then he untied the curtain and closed it, opened the incense burner, smoked two fruit-flavored pancakes in, and put them out. Turned on the light, booed at the door, nodded carefully, carried the bedding into the room, laid out the mat lightly, spread out the quilt and got in, Xinzi went out and closed the door.

Gu Huaizi came over with a young general and asked with a low smile, "Sleep? It's been a rough day, it's hard for Qi Ye."

Xizai smiled: "He's asleep. In the past, he always put on sesame cakes for a long time, but today it's strange. He doesn't wake up even if he moves, and he sleeps soundly."

Gu Huaizi looked at the dry-mouthed Wu Xingshou with satisfaction, and praised him: "If you're free all the way, come and talk to our little Qiye, Qiye likes you."

Wu Xingshou was also happy, and responded with a smile.

"I have a good fruit wine from Qiye Zhuangzi. I will give you two jugs in a while. You can try it and brag about it with your newly bought girl." Xizai happily talked with them When people went downstairs, the general who brought him moved a seat, and sat quietly at Gu Zhao's door to guard.

In the early morning of the next day, there was a post station official who called people from yard to yard, boiled hot water, packed the big pancakes and dried meat ordered by yesterday’s guests in big baskets, and sent several baskets to Gu Zhao’s motorcade. All of us have ordered the best dry food, and the flour is double-milled wheat flour, so we won't feel wronged when we go out with him.

The convoy was on the road again, and the sky was getting brighter. Gu Zhao fell asleep in the car again. Mr. Ding Jiu was so envious of him sleeping so soundly. Sleeping, he might not be able to bear it, so he rested today, so he hurried to Qiye's car and did his job well.

Sitting cross-legged in the car, Gu Zhao looked at Mr. Ding Jiu climbing up, wondering how pitiful it is, is it easy to make some money?

"Mr. Ding Jiu, why bother to do this, rest for a few more days, you don't have to work so hard." Gu Zhao advised him.

"It's nothing, it's nothing, the old man has rested too, come and talk to Master Qi." Mr. Ding Jiu climbed up, leaned against the wall of the car, and panted a few times.Yu Geng was very unhappy when he brought him here, there is competition in this business, Ding Jiu decided to put his life on the line, and he wanted to overwhelm that grandson, to save him from always bragging, Qi Ye gave this, Qi Ye gave that .

Gu Zhao gave way, and patted the board in the rear compartment: "Sit like this, so you won't get dizzy."

Mr. Dingjiu couldn't do it, and he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold on for a while, so he thanked him, sat in the back, leaned against the leather-stitched, cotton-wrapped, wrought-wrapped siding, heaved a long sigh of relief, and said with a smile: " It's still comfortable here, after all, Qi Ye is young, running around all day without feeling tired. Hey... I'm so envious, "

Gu Zhao handed him a nectarine to eat: "It has nothing to do with being young. In the past, I liked to run to the south, and there was no road there. This idea is not a crime."

"The Seventh Master is naturally different from them." Ding Jiu admired his Seventh Master very much, no matter how chaotic, his mind is not disturbed, and he can be relied on without panicking when things happen!He can play, the things he plays, this dandy in Beijing can't play with, so what is there to play with?He has a character and is a human being, which is also quite good. Mr. Ding Jiu believes that those who can take on great responsibilities are worthy of admiration.

Gu Zhao has never turned to business until now. First, he is not short of money at all. Second, he is not allowed to do business with his status. The shops under his door are all under the name of Bi Liangli, and the Nanhuo shop is his. Currently, the only store open.I also feel that it is too wasteful that goods from the south are always being shipped in continuously. He usually spends money recklessly, so there must be an explanation, and there must always be a thriving shop.Now, his Nanhuo shop is the first one in Beijing. It sells things that no one else has or seen. The monthly turnover can be several thousand. The unique fruit flavor alone is unique. One family, a small bottle can be sold for ten pennies.

Gu Zhao strictly abides by this bottom line, that is, he will never touch this era. You must know that the era has its own way. You can't throw things from the Silver Age to bronze. It's not that he has any principles for being a man, but that he is lazy. Impatient with these.

There are also businessmen, seeing that they are making a lot of money, they plan to go to the south, but unfortunately, the south, the south is big, there is not even a target, there is no scope, and there is no such huge Zhuangzi as Gu Zhao. Son, the most important thing is that there is no clear road. Route is a very important word. When people go out in ancient times, they must explore the road. Only with roads can they lead in all directions.

Otherwise, the sky and the earth are big, there is not even a road sign, and you will be lost for ten years and you will not be able to go back.This is not nonsense. At present, in the south, the sky is big and the earth is big, and there are hundreds of miles of tropical forests everywhere. Gu Zhao also suffered at the beginning, but he has a general direction, knowing that it is the closest to the ocean!Otherwise, all the way will be laid flat, and the people who live on the mountain are all ethnic minorities. The language and totem of each ethnic group are different, and their attention is also different, and they are still uncivilized.What, what will be, what to exchange, what to want, the northern merchants don't know, but there are some private salt sellers who want to do this kind of business, unfortunately, the seaside, the only thing that is not lacking is salt, those tribes have long had this kind of craftsmanship , Well salt, sea salt can be made, silk silk and satin people do not recognize this product.Sometimes, ethnic minorities pay more attention to friendship, um, there is righteousness in love.

Take Gu Zhao's baby brother Bi Liangli as an example. He is in the south and has a friend. She is currently the female leader of the tribe. The most rare thing is Bi Liangli's white flesh. Maybe it is Bi Liangli's silent and incomplete beauty. touched her?I don't know who is messing with who, anyway, Bi Liangli spends two months there every year.There was a silver mine near the female leader's tribe, so Gu Zhao ordered Bi Liang to exchange wine, bronze utensils, donkeys, and cattle with them immediately.

Let's say that Mr. Dingjiu sat down, chatted a few words, took out a roll of silk cloth from his arms, spread it out and said, "Qiye, the master said, you want to hear the ancient stories from above. When the old man was in the yamen earlier, I remembered Some, write them down, and you can take a look."

Gu Zhao looked at the dense map of the royal masters, and suddenly became a little confused. The royal family, the royal family, and the new royal family in Daliang still have a lot of people. Emperor Guangxian only has seven or eight brothers, not to mention his relatives. up.

"It's okay, let's not talk about other families, I will stop the ones from the late emperor. I live in Pingzhou on weekdays, and then I went to the south to wander around. I don't pay attention to this. I am afraid that I will be stationed in Beijing in the future. The general masters That's fine, I'm afraid that if I offend those in power and cause trouble for the family, then my brother won't be able to protect me."

Mr. Ding Jiu admired him even more, not for anything else, but because of Qi Ye's awareness, this sober way of protecting one's life, even the children of officials who are older than him may not understand it.

Mr. Dingjiu rolled up the silk cloth, leaving the last half a foot before he began to talk: "This matter must be brought up from the beginning. In the early years, the former emperor was in power, arrogant and extravagant, and the people were even more chaotic. That year was caught up with the locust plague. At that time, the world was in chaos. At that time, there was a lament, which was sung like this, Xiao Xiao rode through Longxi, Longxi, which is the place we are going now. This place is not rich this way, I am afraid there will still be hungry people."

Mr. Ding Jiu rolled up the cloth with his hands and continued to mutter: "You can't look at the hungry people. Ten miles away, Qianjiazhong, a family cried two or three times. How many bones are full of bones, and the blood is not dry when the crows peck the skulls (Borrowing from the poems of refugees, the author cannot be tested) , there are several versions, slightly modified), it is talking about the tragedy at that time. At that time, the late emperor of Daliang was still in Pingzhou, and the Gu family was also in Pingzhou at that time. There are fifty fiefdoms, handed down to the first emperor, that is the No. 17 generation.

That year, the locust plague also affected Pingzhou, not only the locust plague, but also the plague. The man died without time to be buried. My ancestors had an aunt, and a family of more than a hundred people died at that time.

After a disaster, refugees from all over the country gathered to rebel against the previous dynasty. Later, our late emperor couldn't bear to see the people in his jurisdiction suffer, so he united with the ancestors of the Ping Shen family to raise troops. "Speaking of this, Mr. Ding Jiu lowered his voice and quickly said: "It is the father of King Mi. "

Gu Zhao nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"When the first emperor started his army, he was not yet married. When it was almost done, Su Yue's Wu family was willing to marry his daughter to the first emperor, who is now the Empress Dowager Wu. The Wu family sold their property to help the first emperor. The first emperor Later, there were four noble concubines, Yan, Chun, Xia and An. These four noble concubines came from the Wang family of Yande, the Zhang family of Nanyang, and the Qi family of Meng Ye. Only Concubine An was from Jingjun. , It’s about the story of Concubine An saving the late Emperor.”

"So, the first emperor didn't have many concubines, much better than those in the history books." Gu Zhao interjected.

Mr. Ding Jiu stroked his beard and laughed: "That emperor is not the Sangong and Six Courtyards. There are really not many first emperors. If you count them, there are more than twenty. The children born are three from the empress dowager, and seven princes from the concubines. The princess also has five."

Gu Zhao nodded and thought for a while: "Now, how many royal princes are there in Shangjing who still have real power? How many princesses are there?"

Mr. Ding Jiu thought for a while: "If you say that there are real powers, not many of the children of the first emperor survived, like the king of Yue who is in charge of the clan now. King Yue is the elder brother of the present emperor, who was born by the first emperor with the Yuan family in the mansion , Yuan Shi died early, and later became a concubine. King Mian, King Liang, King Ying, King Chang, and King Ji from the four concubines are not in Beijing. They are all in their respective fiefs. The remaining King Yi is the most powerful It's right, but King Yi is weak and has been recuperating outside all year round, and he hasn't appeared in Shangjing for three years. King Yi's name is Chunrun, and he was born by the Queen Mother..."

A hand stretched out from the side without warning, grabbed the silk cloth, and Mr. Ding Jiu was startled.

Gu Zhao looked at the clan table carefully for a while, and finally found that line of writing.

King Yi, Zhao Chunrun!