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Sesame Pancake Song Chapter 62: The Way Out (Part 1)

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    Chapter 62: The Way Out (Part 1) "The emperor and his ministers already doubt each other before the world is settled. Even if such a mean boy becomes the emperor, even if things come true, I am afraid that Sheng will end up in a situation where everything is gone" and Old Eunuch Liu's thoughts at the moment  Completely different chapter of political affairs. Sheng Wenyu was frustrated after being tormented by Zhao Junyong and Han Lin'er for most of the day. He was a very bloody scholar. The reason why he risked losing his head was to accompany Han Shantong, Liu Futong and others.  On the one hand, the uprising flag is to find a way for all the people in the world to survive, but on the other hand, it is completely despairing of their own future. After so many years of wind and rain, most of the heroic ambitions of the year have been washed away by blood and water. What is left is only the hope for fate.  He is deeply unwilling. He is not a eunuch and has never planned to be a slave. Therefore, it is very important for him to keep a "righteous and wise king". If he chooses the right one, he will be famous. Lingyan's descendants can follow him for generations.  If you choose the wrong lord, you will work in vain in this world. In the end, even your head will have to be used as a bet. It is obvious that Han Lin'er is a wrong choice. Liu Futong's move of inviting Yang and Han Lin'er, mother and son, to come out seemed very clever, but in fact it was equivalent to  He put a rope around his own neck. Not only did he fail to hold the emperor as he wished, but the princes were not careful. On the contrary, if he was not careful, his own throat would be strangled by the rope. In this regard, Zhu Chongjiu was much smarter. The guy who was self-taught actually started from  From the beginning, he decisively drew a clear line between Mingjiao and the so-called Great Song Dynasty. Although he would take some risks at first and even seemed to be struggling, after surviving the most difficult days, the sky was vast and no one could stand high above him.  No one is gesticulating above his head, and no one can try to jump out and pull him back when he is not in the center. "Shengfu came in to help me clean up. I want to go out to take a look and buy a few bags of new tea." Thinking of the absurdity of the Huai'an Army over the years, he hesitated.  Following a development trajectory full of mystery, Sheng Wenyu gritted his heart and whispered, "Sir, you are yours." Sheng Fu, a family general who has followed Sheng Wenyu for many years, agreed to come in, looked around, and asked hesitantly, "This year's new tea should not be ready yet."  It¡¯s only mid-February when we come down.¡± ¡°I¡¯m sorry, I want to disguise myself for a private visit, but you don¡¯t care what I do.¡± Sheng Wenyu changed his usual amiable demeanor, frowned and scolded, ¡°You are a villain who understands,¡± General Sheng Fu¡¯s kindness was not appreciated.  Haobao shrank his neck and responded respectfully, "Although he is a brave martial artist, he knows how to serve people very well. He commanded several maids three times, five times, five times, and two times. In just a moment, Sheng Wenyu was dressed up as an ordinary rich man. The two servants came to find him from the backyard.  He got a donkey and one person rode on it, while the other person held the reins and walked away from home from the side door and walked slowly towards the east market of Bianliang City. Although the first lunar month had just passed a few days ago, the Bianliang streets that should have been bustling and lively no longer had any festivals.  Signs show that most of the shops are empty. Only 20 or 30 are still barely maintaining their last bits of vitality because they have sufficient capital or sell things that everyone can't live without. Of course, there are also businesses that are particularly popular, such as brothels and casinos.  This kind of business is exactly the opposite of the prosperity of the street. The more the industry is depressed, the more money they make every day. From the inside to the outside, there is a sense of morbid extravagance. "Alas" Sheng Wenyu couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the sparse flow of people under the dusk.  Sighing in a low voice, why did everyone risk their lives to rebel in the first place? To give themselves and the people around them a better way to live. So many brothers died. This goal seems to be getting further and further away. Today, in Bianliang City, there are only people like myself.  Except for the senior officials of the Red Scarf Army, the livelihood of most other people is not as good as before. Although it was the Mongolian princes and the two Tatars who ruled here, now the Song king and officials, big and small, are all of the same race as the common people. They have a lofty goal and countless people.  People with lofty ideals sacrificed their lives for it one after another, but in the end they got an ending that was completely opposite to their original intentions. Whenever I think about these things, Sheng Wenyu cannot help but feel heavy. If the person who conquers the world in the future is not born in the Red Turban New Dynasty, how will the history record those who died?  The patriots Zhang Jiao and Zhang Liang were described as monsters in Huangchao and were written as man-eating evil spirits. Looking at the history books, who can guarantee that the history compilers will not blame all the crimes originally committed by the officers and soldiers of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty on the heads of the Red Turban Army?  The heavier his heart became, the blood all over his body started to get cold. His whole body was as dry as a lotus leaf in autumn, and he was sitting on a donkey, shaking every step he took. When his confidant, General Sheng Fu, saw him, he quickly freed up his right hand and pressed the button slowly.  While massaging his back to activate the blood, he prayed in a low voice: "Master, come back, there's nothing to see. It's so late. Let's gather early. The ancients said that the spring breeze in February is like scissors." "You do know how to use allusions."  "Sheng Wenyu was amused by the general's behavior of crookedly criticizing ancient poems. He shook his head and laughed, sighed and corrected in a low voice: "The spring breeze in February is like scissors, cutting willow leaves, not people. If you say people, it is more suitable for the cold rain in the morning and the wind in the evening."  "I don't know much about reading, but I feel that the evening breeze is really cold to the bone right now." Shengfu only hopes that he can successfully pull the proprietor out of his sad state of mind, and he doesn't care whether he quotes ancient poems appropriately.? He stretched out his hand and scratched his scalp and advised with a smile, "Blowing in the cold wind can at least wake you up." Sheng Wenyu smiled and waved his arms a few times, his eyes gradually regained his clarity. "The shop in Huaiyang Commercial House is booming. It's impossible to close it so early."  "Yes" Sheng Fu was stunned for a moment and then nodded lightly. He guessed that his proprietor was definitely not here to buy tea, so he didn't hesitate, pulled the reins of the donkey, controlled the speed, and walked towards the largest restaurant in the center of the East City.  The shop is a three-story building. It is second to none in the entire Dongshi in terms of construction scale and decoration level. In recent years, countless Huaiyang novelty goods were first launched from here and then quickly became popular throughout Bianliang, so I came to the store to discuss business.  Basically all of them are rich people and businessmen with local backgrounds. Very few ordinary people go directly to the bluestone steps in front of the store. The appearance of Sheng Wenyu, who is dressed as an ordinary rich man, and Sheng Fu, who is dressed as a nursing home, immediately appear to be out of tune with the surrounding environment. However,  The shop's clerks were very well-trained, and instead of saying anything to chase people away, they took the initiative to help Sheng Wenyu a few steps and moved him to a very warm and bright position in the back of the hall. Then they served hot tea and asked the old man about the purpose of his visit. "  Old man, you say I am an old man." Sheng Wenyu was dumbfounded by the polite address from the waiter. He is only in his early thirties this year and his two sons are still in their twilight years, so he cannot be called an old man anyway. But if you just look at his full head  With his hair and criss-crossing wrinkles on his face, who can guarantee that he is not over sixty years old? "I'm sorry for not seeing how old you are. Your old body and bones are so strong. You must be just past your age." The waiter was startled.  He quickly bowed and explained, "Well, let's just be an old man." Sheng Wenyu smiled again and waved his hands in a waning tone, "Is your shopkeeper Zhang here? I have a business that may not be too small. Can you please take the time to see me?" "This  "The young man looked at Sheng Wenyu suspiciously. No matter how he looked at it, he couldn't believe that the fifty-year-old tycoon in front of him was a businessman. But the words and deeds of his predecessors in the shopping mall had already taught him not to judge people by their appearance, so he smiled and laughed.  He responded politely, "This kid really doesn't dare to make decisions for my shopkeeper. How about this? Please follow me to the VIP room on the second floor to sit for a while. If the shopkeeper happens to be upstairs, Xiaoke will ask him to come see you immediately." "Okay."  "Sheng Wenyu stood up with a smile and let the waiter lead him up to the second floor without showing any signs of being a powerful official from head to toe. Seeing that he was so dignified, the waiter did not dare to neglect and found a spacious and bright room on the second floor to settle their master.  The two servants immediately trotted to deliver a message to the shopkeeper. After about half a stick of incense, the door curtain was opened again from the outside. A middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a broad back but a natural smiling face like Maitreya walked away quickly.  When he came in, when he saw Master and Servant Sheng Wenyu, his body froze immediately. Then he took two steps forward and bowed to the ground. "Oh, it turns out to be my lord. Sir, if you need anything, just send your subordinates over and let Xiao Ke know."  How dare you bother your lord to make such a trip in person?" He said he was polite and treated the guests with extreme respect, but from beginning to end, he never mentioned the guest's name or official position. Sheng Wenyu  When I saw him, I knew that the other party must have recognized me, so I didn't say much, waved my hands and said with a smile: "Well, we are all old acquaintances, so there is no need to be polite. I am older. How old are you? Just call me brother."  "Then Xiaoke, it's better to be respectful than to obey." The shopkeeper was slightly startled again and then understood that Sheng Wenyu really didn't want to make any noise, and quickly saluted again and added with a smile, "Brother, I don't know that you are always coming. Wei Changyuan welcomes you."  "Brother, please forgive me." "What's wrong? I'm a buyer and you are a seller. We have so many business dealings, but we don't know who they are." Sheng Wenyu heard this and smiled again, waving his hands. His posture was no different from that of ordinary big customers. He was indeed considered a big customer.  The big customers of Huaiyang companies, especially Zhu Chongjiu in recent years, have opened up to supply various weapons to friendly forces in order to support the Bianliang Red Scarf and shoulder the pressure for Huaiyang. Although Bianliang has also worked hard to imitate qualified artillery and plate armor, the quality has not been high.  The production capacity has always been far behind the "imported" goods and has been unable to keep up with consumption. In addition, the various novel luxury goods produced in Huaiyang are the favorites of the senior civil and military officials of the Red Scarf Army. Therefore, there is a huge gap between Bianliang and Huaiyang.  Every year, millions of dollars of goods are exchanged between the two parties. There is no lack of contact between the persons in charge, both overtly and covertly. However, in the past, Sheng Wenyu was the payer and shopkeeper Zhang was the backbone of Huaiyang Company¡¯s business dispatched to Bianliang, so it was the latter who brought gifts.  Taking the initiative to visit Pingzhang Mansion, on the contrary, the person selling the goods was sitting at home, while the person paying the money came to the door in disguise. As the saying goes, things are abnormal and must be monsters. Shopkeeper Zhang thought about it for a moment and understood that the interior of Bianliang Red Scarf must be certain recently.  Something big has happened, but the market has been extremely peaceful these days. Except for a group of red scarf troops coming back from Chenliu in the morning to show off their martial arts, there is nothing special to attract attention.Since he was puzzled by the situation, he stopped making random guesses. He drank a few sips of tea with the guest and chatted about the recent weather changes. Then he stood up again and smiled and handed over his hands. "Brother Sheng is the pillar of the country and he still takes the time to come here despite his busy schedule."  I am really flattered, but I don¡¯t know the big deal that my brother mentioned today.¡± ¡°Without any hurry, I¡¯d like to trouble the shopkeeper to answer Sheng¡¯s question.¡± Sheng Wenyu waved his hand, a strange smile appeared on his face, ¡°Brother, please  "Speaking" Shopkeeper Zhang suddenly trembled in his heart but calmly handed over his hand. "It is definitely not too simple for a country Pingzhang to come to inquire. But ask yourself, Huaiyang Company Bianliang Semicolon has never done anything that violates local laws."  The filial piety that should be paid to various yamen throughout the year has never been lacking. With such a high official position as Wen Sheng and Wen Yu, it is logical that there is no need to come here to pick bones in the eggs. Just when he was confused, he saw Sheng Wenyu also stood up and handed over to him very solemnly, "Mr. Sheng  I would like to ask your manager, Mr. Zhu, what your chances of winning this Northern Expedition are." "This" Shopkeeper Zhang felt as if he had been struck by lightning. The right hand he held in the air instinctively fell to his waist. However, only halfway down, he suddenly became alert and shook his head.  He shook his head and said with a smile: "Sir, you are serious. If you ask me how many four-pound cannons, how many cargo ships and armors the Huaiyang Company can provide in a year, Zhang might be able to inquire about it. The Northern Expedition is an important military and national matter. Even officials at the prefect level  How can a vendor who is not necessarily qualified to participate in Zhang's errands know what the odds are?" "Haha" Sheng Wenyu didn't want to refute at all and just shook his head with a smile. "Although the Bianliang red scarf is not as detailed as the one in Huaiyang and spread all over the world, it can be copied from the imperial city of the Song Dynasty.  Si is not just a fake yamen. After so many years of open and covert investigations, he has long known that the largest shareholder of Huaiyang Company is Zhu Chongba. Of course, it is impossible for him to believe that a person like shopkeeper Zhang, who is in charge of his own affairs, has nothing to do with the general manager's office.  In the past, in order to maintain the relationship between the two parties, the Bianliang side never treated the shopkeepers and clerks in the Huaiyang business as details. In the same way, the Bianliang side placed some details in Huaiyang in the name of doing business, and dealt with Huaiyang's military and internal affairs.  The two departments also adopted a strategy of openness and covert tightness without openly arresting or deporting. "But Zhang heard someone say at the time." Sheng Wenyu laughed so hard that he was sweating. Shopkeeper Zhang had to bite the bullet and deal with it. "I heard someone said that the difficulty of the Northern Expedition was not difficult in terms of war.  With the strength of our Huai'an army, it will be a matter of time to break through most of them. It is impossible to encounter obstacles and return it." He offered his hand to Sheng Wenyu and he solemnly added, "But after defeating it, no one can guarantee whether we can gain a firm foothold in the capital city, sir.  If you have a good idea, you might as well give it to Zhang in person. Even if he is trying to be punished by his boss, he will try his best to send the adults¡¯ advice to the chief executive.¡± Note: Please note that this book will be finished soon. Thank you all for your support over the past year.  Sincerely, the next book is a story from the Five Dynasties. I hope you all will like it too.
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