Daming Yinghua

Zhu Qianyu stood with his sleeves on his back at the window of the private room on the second floor of Mingyue Building.

Seeing the woman who should come, wearing the clothes that should be worn, and getting out of the carriage, the prince Nan Zhu, who is living overseas, and even his subordinates may not be able to figure out which successor he is, smiled slightly, turned and opened the sliding door ,

Zhu Ganjuan has lost interest in judging the beauty of women for a long time.

At the beginning, even when he saw Wang Yuesheng, who was so magical and fairy-like, he was just looking at a weapon in his hand, and he never thought of bringing it into the harem.

Compared with power, female sex is not something worth indulging in.

Similarly, today, seeing Zheng Haizhu carefully carrying the horse-faced skirt, being led upstairs by the courteous restaurant clerk, and then greeted with a sweet smile when the woman looked up, this woman, compared to when she was in distress that day, Yanli brightened up by two or three points, but Zhu Ganjuan still didn't feel the slightest interest in enjoying flowers and drinking tea.

But this didn't affect him immediately put on a moving expression that he thought was well-proportioned.

The other party not only went to the appointment, but also put on the embroidered bijia given by him.

The skirt under the bijia is also completely different from the plain cotton lower skirt seen at Fahua Temple that day. It is a finely pleated long skirt of indigo brocade inlaid with woven gold trim. now.

Zhu Qianjue thought in his heart: Obviously, he has put a lot of thought into matching it, so that it will match the neon clothes and brocade clothes I gave you.

"Shopkeeper Zheng, please take a seat." Zhu Ganjuan said politely.

After sitting down, he took the initiative to explain: "The shopkeeper Zheng said that day that Baohao is for Wumian, Nanxiu and Hangjin. I don't want to be presumptuous. I chose this Guangxiu bijia. Please advise."

Zheng Haizhu generously praised: "The stacked and gorgeous Guang embroidery is indeed the painterly embroidery in our Susong area, which is difficult to match. Your embroidery is like a vast ocean, while my embroidery is just a shallow stream. I am the same." After rummaging through all the treasures at the bottom of the box, I finally found this gold-woven horse-faced skirt, which is not completely different from the young master's best one."

Zhu Ganjuan listened comfortably, and tried his best to put away the meaning of participating in the research in his eyes, and added a bit of banter between Yu Ning and Chuncheng, and said with a smile: "How can it be the difference between cloud and mud, it is clear, it is bright for a while , or, once the golden wind and the jade dew meet."

Zheng Haizhu lowered his eyes and pursed his lips. After a moment, he raised the porcelain cup that had been filled with hot tea. After thanking the man across from him, he took a small sip and thought to himself: "You're a little too strong, brother. This pot of green tea from the store is too weak." Some, the oil has to be removed by aging Pu'er.

When Zheng Haizhu was slandering, Zhu Ganjuan nodded to the servant standing beside him, and the servant hurriedly opened the screen in the corner of the room.

It turned out that this compartment was very large, and on the other side of the screen, musicians and actors were already waiting.

Zhu Ganjuan made another gesture, the silk and bamboo music sounded, and the actors began to sing.

"There are many pavilions in the east, and there are only small orchid buds built with jade, and the golden powder of the weeping poplars is sold. The green reflects the river bridge, and the swallows have just arrived, and their minds are on the brows. It is not as early as spring to return when you hate people."

It turned out to be a Sanqu "Bu Bu Jiao - Resentful Farewell" written by Tang Bohu in Kunqu opera and Shuimo tune.

When the last unvoiced tone fell, Zhu Qianjue ordered his servants to reward him with money and refreshments, and turned around and said to Zheng Haizhu: "The tunes of "Bubujiao" are divided into north and south. Lv Gong, Tang Yin wrote the lyrics for this song "Resentment and Farewell", which is best sung by the southern tune. Alas, to be honest, when I came down to the capital and listened to the vocals of the northern tune, I felt that it was extremely crude and lacked any charm. The noble and elegant atmosphere in the south is far from it. Fortunately, I found this small team, and if I invite you here today, it will not stain the ears of shopkeeper Zheng."

In his previous life, Zheng Haizhu was a screenwriter who graduated from the School of History and Geography, worked in Jiangnan, and was also involved in Kunqu Opera.

But at this moment, listening to Mr. Xu's eloquence, she really didn't have any interest in judging the actor's tune with thousands of twists and turns.

However, I feel that Mr. Xu in front of me is like an elite man at a blind date dinner in later generations. He is shaking a goblet, his eyes are blurred, and his tone is artificial, telling you about the quality of wine origins around the world, the prices of different vintages, and the taste. Go through it again, just to show that you are a fighter among tasteful people.

At this moment, after eating a few chopsticks restaurant's signature Huaiyang dishes, this Ming Dynasty fighter jet felt as if the plane had been refueled and had more power.

He stood up gracefully, and went to replace the luthier in the troupe, flicked his sleeves chicly, and stroked the strings himself.

The actor bowed and took the paper handed over by the boy, and started singing again according to the tune played by the young master.

Zheng Haizhu listened to the Suzhou mandarin, and it was about a melancholy and moaning style of "just because of a fate, love and resentment from generation to generation". Put one head in the bowl and eat it with gusto.

The eyes of Zhu Qianyu's two personal guards who were pretending to be servants widened immediately.

Your Highness playing the piano, she eats meat?
Are you using His Highness as an advocate for playing the piano?
Even if this woman is a descendant of the late emperor's virtuous ministers, His Highness would be too aggrieved, right?

Zhu Ganjuan, however, with a radiant expression on his face, calmly finished playing, ordered the troupe to step down, and then slowly returned to the dinner table.

"This is a word I wrote in my spare time. It's not comparable to the four talents of the Wu family. Shopkeeper Zheng laughed at me."

Zheng Haizhu looked at him: "Mr. Xu is really nostalgic. He chooses restaurants and composes lyrics, all of which are based on Huaiyang Susong, which is a famous scene in the south of the Yangtze River. I probably have a cool nature. After running around the pier for a while, you can find a good place to get a bowl of food, as long as you choose the right path and find the right person.”

The corners of Zhu Ganjuan's mouth curled up, thinking, she is revealing her origin and origin to me bit by bit, and she is also taking a little pride in her business experience, which is a good sign.

She seemed to be quite animated in conversation in front of me.

Then Zhu Ganjuan suddenly said seriously: "Shopkeeper Zheng, I didn't know the hair style in a hurry that day, just because I saw that you were so young, the address you blurted out was not proper, please forgive me. Now I will take the liberty to ask, my husband's family is a precious name. His boss?"

Zheng Haizhu pretended to be slightly embarrassed, thought for a while, and said: "You are not wrong, I did not leave the cabinet, I combed myself in my hometown county. After combing the bun, I came out to travel around the rivers and lakes. Always convenient."

Zhu Qianjue smiled in relief, showing an expression of "so that's the case", but did not continue on the provocative path, but took a sip of hot wine, and said earnestly: "Shopkeeper Zheng, I should be crazy about how old you are, and have been in business for many years. Some things, I still want to talk to the girl and listen to them."

As his thin lips fluttered, he naturally changed the address back to the word "girl".

Zheng Haizhu seemed to have ignored this section, but his eyes were still full of frankness: "Please give me Mr. Xu's advice."

Zhu Qianyu sighed, stared at the wine cup in his hand and said: "We are in the Guangdong Sea, and we often see fishermen who have escaped from the Chief Secretary of Guangxi. There are large shellfish in the Guihai Sea and produce fine pearls. The imperial court sent internal officials there to force them to A bunch of fishermen jumped into the sea, and if they didn't fish for pearls, they would be beheaded, and their wives and daughters would be turned into slaves. Besides, in Haojing, where my family often runs boats, the Frankies also treated the local Ming people like pigs and dogs. Parents and officials But they turned a blind eye, just because they took advantage of the Frankies. Also, my family took goods from the south to Beijing, and paid the customs taxed silver along the way, which was almost the same as the value of the goods. If the girl had goods, she came through the canal. You should also know. Why are there such exorbitant taxes?"

When Zhu Qianjue said this, he lowered his voice abruptly: "Isn't it because there are too many vassal kings who have been entrusted, taking up hundreds of millions of fertile land, and the products in the fields can't reach the imperial court's warehouse, so the imperial court uses Shengdou Xiaomin and our merchants cut."

Zheng Haizhu's chopsticks stopped in mid-air and then put them down.

"Mr. Xu told me this, why?"

Zhu Qianyu said sincerely: "I'm telling you, girl, don't see all the good times with flowers and butterflies dancing in your eyes. We are all business people, and we naturally like to hear auspicious words. But I fell in love with you at the first sight, girl, and I just want to tell you the truth." .This world is so difficult.”

Zheng Haizhu lowered his head and remained silent for a while, then raised his eyes and said, "Just now, I was a little arrogant in front of Mr. Xu, and it was really because I was afraid of being looked down upon by Mr. Xu."

Zhu Qianjue's eyes flickered: "What are you talking about, girl? You and I are both business people, why should I underestimate you? Not only do I not underestimate you, Xu also admires you very much. A woman who supports such a large-scale Warehouse. If Miss Zheng has any difficulties in the future, please tell me."

Zheng Haizhu avoided the man's direct gaze, and said with embarrassment: "I... have some difficulties right now."

"Oh? But it doesn't matter."

"One of our cargo ships capsized near Linqing. The silk cloth was picked up and dried. Let's not talk about the loss of quality. The key point is that we just received two orders for 3000 taels of silver..."

Seeing that she was hesitating to speak, Zhu Ganjuan asked He Yan, "Miss, you don't even have any room to refund the fixed money?"

Zheng Haizhu wondered: "500 taels of fixed silver is indeed not a small amount, but if you ask friends in Beijing and China to borrow it, you may be able to borrow it. However, this is the first large silk cloth order for my company in Beijing, and I really don't want to place it Everyone thought that our Zheng family was a bit unlucky when it opened, and it delayed them from changing hands. So, I need more than 2000 silver, and I asked my colleagues in Nanzhili to come over."

Zhu Qianyu raised his sword eyebrows slightly: "Oh, that's it."

Zheng Haizhu raised his eyes and looked at him: "If the next family wants Guangfu, I will definitely recommend it to you, but they are interested in Songjiangbu and Hu Ling. Master Xu, I can transfer the tea in the warehouse to Hangfu." Jin, I'll give it to you. When Nanfang comes over with the cash, I'll calculate the interest and send it to your house."

Zhu Ganjuan asked in a warm voice: "Miss Zheng estimates, how long will it take for Yinzi to turn around and return?"

"Three or five days after the Double Ninth Festival."

"That's not too long," Zhu Ganjuan said consolingly, "Young lady doesn't need to see outsiders, and Xu doesn't need to use the goods as security. I believe the young lady must be a trustworthy person. At the latest, Xu will send someone to deliver the silver to the young lady." Treasure number."

Zheng Haizhu was overjoyed, filled the pot with fine wine, and raised his glass to toast Zhu Ganjuan.

Zhu Ganjuan thought about it, for women, if you show them a small kindness, seeing them start to warm up, the man will cool down the temperature of his words and deeds, and put away his intimacy, that's what is called playing hard to get.

He then acted like a gentleman: "Girl, you're welcome. Xu doesn't want to drink much today, and there is a Qin Club gathering in Shenshi. After tasting this braised silver carp head, Xu is about to leave."

After burning a stick of incense, Zheng Haizhu, with a drunken blush on her cheeks, was supported by Hua Er and got into the carriage. She did not forget to lift the curtain and said goodbye to Zhu Qianjue who was standing outside the carriage to see her off.

After the horse ran for a while, Hua Er came to the front of the car and asked Li Daniu: "Are all Mr. Wang's men here?"

Li Daniu said: "They are all following Mr. Xu's car. However, Bianzhan Hutong and Xique Hutong are both in the southeast, and they seem to be heading northwest."

Zheng Haizhu thought about the map of the capital's city square in his mind: This place is already the Desheng Bridge, and if it goes to the northwest, isn't it the Jishuitan?Today, I purposely didn't ask him where he lives. If he is only asking for a man who admires me, he should take the initiative to tell him.But 3000 taels is not a small amount, but he borrowed it as he said.Although we don't know the origin of this person, but he is definitely not a romantic lover, let alone an ordinary businessman.

Zheng Haizhu's question made progress at the turn of Chensi the next day.

Wang Wenyan was in charge of tracking Mr. Xu's two servants and reporting to Zheng Haizhu.

"Madam, the young man in brocade went to Jishuitan Pier, stayed there until dark, and got on a boat. Then, the sailors on the boat started unloading the cargo."

"Unloading?" Zheng Haizhu said thoughtfully, "Only grain ships can enter Jishuitan Wharf. Private passenger and cargo ships must be approved by the court before they can be let in. Otherwise, they will all stop at Tongzhou Wharf, right?"

The servant nodded: "That's true, so we guessed that the boat belonged to some official master? By the way, please trouble Madam, tell the little one about Su Song's area, for example, it's really cold at night. What time is it now?"

Zheng Haizhu said these sentences in Songjiang dialect, and the servant was very sure: "What the sailor said is Songjiang dialect."

"Those goods, have the tax collectors from the Capital Customs come to collect tax money?"

"The tax collector came, but he probably didn't issue a tax bill. When he took a lantern to the front of the boat to take a photo, we pretended to be laborers and asked if we wanted to move the goods. We saw 'Lan Yimao [-]' written on the boat."

Zheng Haizhu said: "That's the number of the boat that can walk the canal. The ones that start with the blue letters are the boats in the Susong area."

The family member of the Wang family said "Oh" and said disconsolately: "Ma'am, don't blame, we two brothers still want to keep watching Mr. Xu to see where he goes after he returns to the city, and don't want him to get into the boat and never come out. Then, then The ship left after unloading the cargo. We went to watch the cargo again, but the cargo was only sent to a warehouse. After dawn, we went to ask the owner of the yard, and the owner said that the owner of the cargo was indeed Xu."

Zheng Haizhu rewarded the two servants. After they left, he took out a pen and paper and wrote a simple letter.

The letter was addressed to Shen Tingyang who was housekeeping with Xu Yilong in Chongming.

Shen Tingyang is the young owner of Wu Song's Jiangsha Boat Gang. The Shen family has great influence in both offshore and canal areas. Zheng Haizhu wants him to find out who the owner of "Lan Yi Mao Si Ba" is.

"Daniu, you go to Wang's mansion and ask Mr. Wang to find a way to send the letter by the imperial court's express delivery."