Capital·Chunnifang

Thirty years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, it has become increasingly prosperous. Businesses have opened their doors early, and there is a steady flow of people coming and going. There are high and low voices, and it is extremely prosperous.

A young man came down from the bridge not far away. He stopped and looked back sadly: "Everyone is wrong!"

Half a year ago, he was still a slave, but now he is the eldest son of Zhennan Bo. However, his father no longer even has a title. Although he still has a third-grade title, it is still getting worse.

As the heir apparent, he has neither a title nor a favor, which makes him feel very uninterested.

"But, I finally have my day, unlike before, I have been a slave all my life." Xie Hongdao smiled to himself, turned his eyes, and saw a wine shop!

"This is it."

Recently a new restaurant opened on this street and business is booming.

I heard about this big "Four Seasons Fresh" restaurant and hired several chefs from several restaurants. They are best at cooking the meals that the nobles in the palace love to eat.

Once anything is related to the palace, even a cricket, its value will be doubled.

What's more, the food in this restaurant is indeed delicious. Although it is not as good as the top restaurants, the prices at "Four Seasons Fresh" restaurant are also not that high.

This caused some middle-income literati, businessmen and officials to regard this place as a place for toothpaste and entertaining.

Sometimes foreigners who have just arrived, if they come from a wealthy family, will come here to meet friends and have a good meal.

For them, this is a good place.

What's even better is that the owner of "Four Seasons Fresh" specially invited several singers to sing, usually on the stage on the first floor.

Anyone who feels good about it can throw a silver horn up to reward him.

If you think this song is mediocre, you can ignore it.

Anyway, this singer was hired by the owner of a big restaurant, so diners can listen to it for free.

Other restaurants usually have singing or story-telling, but this big restaurant also spent a lot of money to hire the singers. They are all beautiful and lovely. They are only eighteen years old, and their voices are like those of orioles, which is particularly special.

Sweet and pleasant.

Just because of these singing girls, many people are happy to come here during meal time.

"Officials, scholars, and civilians of some worth are all here."

"This is the target that Taisun asked me to investigate."

Xie Hongdao turned his eyes and saw the meal. People in twos and threes looked up at the "Four Seasons Fresh" sign. They felt hungry and not short of money, so they walked in.

There are two waiters who are dedicated to greeting guests at the door.

I saw another young man coming in. He didn't look like an ordinary person. Although he was dressed in a low-key manner, if you look closely, you can see that they are not made of cheap materials. He was especially clean and slim. Although he was not old, his eyes were particularly special when looking at people.

If you have a god, you can tell that he has some status. He may not be a powerful person, but he must be someone with some errands.

The people who work as waiters in such a big restaurant have poisonous eyes. After just one glance, one of the waiters immediately sang: "Another distinguished guest has arrived - I have invited you inside -"

The guy was slightly bent in front, smiling and inviting people to come in. At the same time, he asked: "Oh, sir, you look strange. Is this your first time at Four Seasons Fresh? We are new here."

The chef here is very good at cooking palace dishes! Today I am taking charge of the dishes, so you are here by chance! I wonder if you want to sit upstairs, or find a seat on the first floor to listen to music and eat?"

Xie Hongdao glanced at the first floor. Seeing that it was very noisy and not his main target, he said calmly: "Go to the private room upstairs."

"Okay! There's one person in the private room upstairs——"

The prices are different upstairs and downstairs.

The price downstairs is cheaper, while the price upstairs is slightly more expensive. In fact, the food is the same style, but the private room has a venue fee.

As I walked up the stairs, I heard someone singing music upstairs.

Because it was so lively downstairs, some people who were not short of money were willing to come to the private room if they wanted to talk to others.

There is usually more than one singer, some sing exclusively on the first floor, and there are also people waiting in line to take turns.

If a distinguished guest invites someone to sing in the private room upstairs, this is a lucrative job. The reward will not be less than if you sing downstairs for a day, and you don't have to sing for so long.

But there is one thing. What you sing must be new and not old-fashioned. Otherwise, you will not be able to please the guests in the private room and your income will be low.

Xie Hongdao deliberately slowed down his pace. When he passed by the creaky door of the elegant room, he heard political affairs being discussed inside.

"In Zhijing, Chengda and other prefectures, there has been a drought for more than 700 miles, and the people are suffering from hunger and cold. Alas, in the peaceful and prosperous times, hunger and cold are inevitable."

"This is a natural disaster, and there is nothing anyone can do about it. But as long as the local government requests to open warehouses and provide relief to the victims, it will naturally be quelled."

"It can be said that it is difficult to adjust the granary."

"No matter how difficult it is, the first three years have been bumper harvests, and the granary should be full."

Judging from the tone, these are actually a group of people.

This is normal. These people from well-off families may not be willing to eat with the people downstairs during the meal because they think it is not elegant and too noisy.

And the things they were talking about were actually not suitable to talk about in a crowded place, lest they get into trouble.

Even if the things they discuss are not taboo, they are all about raising people, so you still have to be careful.

"The great grandson asked me to collect the scholars' discussion, I'm afraid I'll run into it." Xie Hongdao, who had gone upstairs, pointed to the next room and said, "Just this one."

This room is in the middle, which is perfect for listening to the conversations next door. With your own hearing, you can also hear the discussion further away. It is a very good place.

The waiter immediately agreed, went in to wipe the table, and asked if he wanted to invite the singer in, but Xie Hongdao refused.

"I'm going to take advantage of the alcohol to make a fuss. After the food and wine are served, no one will come in to disturb me." Xie Hongdao was not too generous. He threw a small piece of broken silver, about one tael, and said.

"Okay, I understand."

This is something that many literati like to do, and indeed many people like to write poems while drinking.

After ordering, the waiter hurriedly went to greet us, and within a short while, four dishes and a pot of pear blossom stuffing were brought to the table.

"Looking at this time, the grandson must have already started driving, right?" Xie Hongdao pushed Xiaocai aside and didn't move, just thinking to himself.

Then, I took out a book and opened it in small regular script. I wrote down everything I heard in a certain place on a certain day in a certain month. I accidentally turned to the blank space, added some ink and wrote a few strokes. After remembering what I had just done, I calmed down.

, pay attention to the next door.

"...Then spring comes, the fragrance of jade fades away. The red gates under the willows are next to the small bridge. The windows are red several times, and I mistakenly recognize the call of death. The heart-broken wind and moon are pitiful at night. I can't bear to be miserable, and the two places are boring..."

At this time, there was no discussion. It was the singer who was singing. She just used silk bamboo and clapper to gently tap her eyes, and sang softly and quietly. What she sang was actually a familiar poem?

"It's Taisun's words."

Xie Hongdao murmured, somewhat suddenly realizing that when he followed Xie Zhenqing, he not only had to do things for him, but also studied with him.

Because Xie Zhenqing had always paid close attention to Taisun, even Xie Hongdao had to passively understand many of Taisun's poems and things.

After Xie Hongdao took refuge with his grandson, those last resort understandings became like homework done in advance, and none of them were in vain!

At this moment, he was listening. It was obvious that the guests next door stopped their glasses and listened attentively. When the singer finished singing the poem, someone immediately cheered loudly.

The person who said this should not be too young, at least thirty or forty years old, and his voice sounded a bit mature. He sighed: "I didn't believe in heaven's gift, but now I have to believe it. My grandson is just a weakling, but he is the best in the world in terms of literary talent.

!”

As soon as this was said, several people immediately agreed.

“It’s always appreciated!”

Xie Hongdao's slightly frowning eyebrows slowly relaxed, making people feel comfortable no matter how many times they listened to the content.

In the past, I was unwilling to admit it, but now I have changed my stance. Naturally, these words have reached my heart. Taisun's poems are naturally the best in the world!

Besides Taisun, who else can have such a reputation?

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a hoarse voice saying: "Taishun's poems are naturally rare, but it's not necessarily the best in the world, right?"

Xie Hongdao frowned. When he passed by the door next door, he heard this man talking loudly. He seemed to be a middle-aged scholar who was studying in Beijing?

Although the few people inside are also Juren, their families are basically nearby. Unlike this Juren, they went to Beijing from other places to stay here. Because their families were very wealthy, they did not continue to travel and leave, but stayed here.

This is not necessarily the case for Juren?

When Xie Hongdao thought this way, some people also thought the same way and directly retorted: "Then tell me, who can compare with Taisun's poetry now?"

"If there are any famous poems and terms, you can sing them directly."

"Yes, although there is no first in civility and no second in martial arts, we all have a clear idea of ​​who is higher and who is lower. You can't say it's not necessarily true, but you can't give an example, right?"

The two of them spoke very rudely, even when they were joking before, they were very harmonious, but when they said this, the middle-aged Juren was choked up and was speechless.

Others seemed to want to lighten the atmosphere, and someone else spoke up: "Let me tell you, what I admire most is actually Taisun's approach in the fraud case!"

"Although the grandson is the crown prince and cannot directly interfere in the imperial examination, he supports his friends in reporting fraud so that we, a poor family, can have a chance to be on the exam. Isn't this a great kindness?"

Even though they are all from wealthy families, and some are natives of the capital, even if they have money and connections, they are still from humble families, incomparable to aristocratic families and powerful people.

Taisun had previously supported the idea of ​​reporting fraud, which was very popular among people from a poor family.

"That's right!"

"This is a great good thing. Without the support of my grandson, how could we, a poor family, have this opportunity? I'm afraid we would be squeezed out by those filthy bastards!"

"Exactly, exactly!" People around him nodded in agreement frequently and raised glasses of wine to congratulate him.

Xie Hongdao listened and wrote his name on the unfolded paper with a pen.
To be continued...