In the afternoon, Han Bian also arrived in Huai'an. After meeting Zheng Xi, the two chatted very speculatively. Ling Qingyu didn't tell them anything about it. He just said that he was going to Hangzhou tomorrow, and the other things were left to the two of them. up.
Han Bian was a little surprised. He originally thought that Ling Qingyu would go to Jiangning with them, and he also wanted her to see the land in Wuhu, but he didn't think it was funny when he thought of how embarrassed she was being questioned by the elder Zhang Yang, so he didn't ask any more.
Chatting with the two about the plan, Ling Qingyu's mood gradually improved. You lied to me for a hairpin, and if I sell you, everything will go up to two levels!
Near the evening, Zhang Wen sent someone to look for Han Bian, saying that he and Ling Qingyu were hosting a banquet at home, thinking that he had to rely on his power to go to Wuhu, Jiangning, and Ling Qingyu couldn't make excuses, so it was really embarrassing.
Are we going for women's clothing or men's clothing
"Have you told Mr. Zhang that I am a woman?" Ling Qingyu asked Han Bian.
Han Bian was taken aback for a moment, thought for a while, and said, "It seems like I said that?"
"Brother Han, tell me, should I go in as a man or a woman?" Ling Qingyu asked annoyed.
This, Han Bian didn't feel a little worried, he told everyone that he was the manager of the boss, and he seemed to have mentioned to old man Zhang that his boss was a strange woman, but today old man Zhang's invitation was unclear , It's really not easy to handle.
"Let's make men's clothing." Finally, Yan San settled his sentence, and looking at the eyes of the three, Yan San said in a rare way: "You don't have good clothes, and I can't enter the inner courtyard."
Yes! Han Bian, Zheng Xi, including Ling Qingyu all looked at her commoner clothes. She didn't bring a few women's clothes when she came out, and those she brought were some wear-resistant rough clothes. After a long journey, who has nothing to do with silk clothes? Although she does have jewelry, the box on the carriage contains not only fifty thousand taels of gold, but also a small box of jewelry. In addition to some spare parts, there are two sets of jade jewelry that Zhou Tan made for her on the boat. The problem is , if you take it out, it will be like today!
Wear menswear! Without hesitation, Ling Qingyu found a good-quality men's clothing, and then found a jade hairpin and a jade finger ring.
After thinking about it, he asked Han Bian again, "Shall we go to give gifts?"
Seeing Han Bian nodding, he asked again, "Mr. Zhang or Mrs. Zhang?"
"I'm ready. Didn't you guys bring some spices this time? The two taels of white dunime is the best gift. Now Huai'an doesn't have any good spices." Han Bian laughed.
"Oh, that's good." Ling Qingyu put his jade jewelry back, really reluctant to give it away.
There was no Zheng Xi on the invitation, so Zheng Xi stayed at the inn and continued to make plans. Ling Qingyu tidied up and took a carriage with Han Bian to Zhang's house.
Zhang Wen brought his sons to pick him up at the gate, and after Yan San handed over the carriage to the servants of the Zhang family, he followed him outside the main hall.
There are already three tables of banquets in the main hall, not only the Zhang family, but also the Yang family and several of their students.
Ling Qingyu greeted Han Bian one by one, her smile was amiable, her courtesy was thoughtful, her eyes were sincere, and she ignored or even ignored those sneers one by one.
She is dressed in a green shirt, tall and tall, with only two accessories on her body, a jasper hairpin in her hair, and a green and translucent ring on her thumb, each of which is priceless, but there is no vulgarity on her body , but has a sense of elegance.
Zhang Wen nodded inwardly. He naturally knew that she was a woman. He didn't write it clearly, but he just wanted to see how she positioned himself. From this point of view, this woman is definitely something in the pond.
But the people here, except Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli, who appreciate Ling Qingyu, others are not so optimistic. It is absolutely insulting for a woman, who is also a merchant, to dress up as a man and come to eat at the same table with them! It's just that neither Zhang Wen nor Yang Wanli dared to express it too much.
With such strong malice, although Ling Qingyu still smiled kindly on his face, his back felt cold, and he just wanted to run away and escaped back. Then Ling Qingyu's back straightened up again, damn it, you look down on me, don't you? I'd like to see what kind of abilities you sour rots have! After seeing the ceremony, sit down next to Han Bian.
At the beginning of the banquet, it was relatively peaceful. After drinking the wine, both Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli were open-minded people. They took the lead in provoking the topic, and the atmosphere on the table began to rise.
Ling Qingyu can't drink much. To be precise, she hates alcohol. Fortunately, no one at this table pays attention to her. Only Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli have a drink with her, or toast with others. If that's the case, it won't take long , I also feel that it is starting to be a bit high.
At this time, poems had already started on the table, and whenever Han Bian chanted a poem, it won applause from all the halls, and even Ling Qingyu felt that he did a good job.
One of Zhang Wen's disciples at the table had long been unaccustomed to Ling Qingyu, and seeing that Han Bian had already chanted three poems, he laughed and said, "Brother Han is talented, this Master Ling is certainly not bad, why don't you also sing one? "
Ling Qingyu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "I really don't know how to recite poetry."
Han Bian was about to speak, but the man had already answered: "Then what do you know? Embroidering? Or cooking? Since you don't know anything, a woman is not afraid to come out and embarrass others."
Han Bian's expression suddenly changed, Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli frowned, and just about to be dragged down, Ling Qingyu laughed and said, "If you don't know how to recite poetry, you don't know anything?"
Alcohol smelled a little, Ling Qingyu felt that his rationality had been turned on, but he still couldn't help laughing and said: "Brother, what else do you do besides reciting poems? Are you good at farming or making clothes?"
"Hmph, those things are done by low class people. What I wait for scholars to do is naturally to govern the country." That man was too drunk and completely forgot that his teacher was still farming with his trousers on yesterday.
Zhang Wen's face darkened and he wanted to get angry, but Yang Wanli pressed him down.
"Oh, then you don't need to eat and dress to govern the country? I really admire it!" Ling Qingyu smiled, his face was flushed with two blushes because of the wine, and when he saw the man staring and wanted to speak, he continued: " You study to govern the country, so do you know what kind of farmland is good? What is the annual harvest? How many mulberry trees can produce how much silk? How much silk can produce how much silk? How much does a labor force work in a day? Do you know who has the most people in Dazhou? Who pays the most taxes? Jiangnan is an economically important place, how much material food does Bianliang need to import in a year? How much is the salt tax? How much is the wine tax?"
The man was stunned by her question, and his face turned red and he shouted: "Don't you know!"
"Of course I don't know." After saying this, Ling Qingyu gave him a contemptuous look, and said, "I don't want to rule the country. I know why."
The brother was so suffocated by her that he almost couldn't come up, the person next to him smiled and said: "Then what does the head of the house know?"
"I know?" Ling Qingyu smiled lightly, and said: "I know there is a wider world beyond this big week, and I know that there are not only black-haired and yellow-skinned people like us in this world, but also blonde-haired and white-skinned people." , and even black-skinned people, have you ever seen the thousands of miles of waves? Have you ever seen the dense tropical jungle with no place to fall? Have you ever been to Africa? Have you ever seen the great migration of animals? Have you ever been to that Cracks in the earth, canyons that are thousands of meters deep? Do you know what a star map is? Do you know what a monsoon is? Do you know what a tide is? Do you know why an apple falls on your head instead of flying up to the sky? Do you know why water can carry a ship Get up? Know why the fire burns? Well, it's useless to tell you this. You don't understand!"
Squinting and scanning the people in the room, Ling Qingyu said with a smile: "What's the use of being able to recite poetry? Can it be eaten as a meal? It's just something for entertainment after having enough food and clothing."
The room was suddenly quiet and the sound of a needle falling could be heard.
"Come here," Yang Wanli pushed the people next to Ling Qingyu away, sat next to her, poured her a glass of wine, and asked, "Tell me, why is the fire burning?"
"With oxygen, it will burn when it reaches the ignition point." Ling Qingyu replied.
"Why does the water float the boat?" Zhang Wen pushed Han Bian away and asked.
"Didn't I tell you this, water has density, don't you know?"
"The tides? Apples?"
"Gravity! Because of the gravity of the earth." Wait, Ling Qingyu felt a little confused. There is light work here. Could it be that gravity has no effect on them
"Girl, don't leave tomorrow, we'll discuss it later." The two said at the same time.
"No, I have to go to America to bring potatoes back." After Ling Qingyu finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, but his head was already dizzy and uncontrollable, and he looked at Han Bian unconsciously.
"Two gentlemen, the host is too strong to drink, please allow us to leave first." Han Bian cupped his hands to Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli.
Seeing that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were a little blurred, Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli were embarrassed to continue asking, and retreated to their seats embarrassingly.
"Hmph, what a dark skinned one, as if I've seen it before." The man who started the trouble snorted.
Ling Qingyu had already stood up, and bid farewell to Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but smile slightly, and said, "Have I been there before? What kind of scenery have I seen? It's up to me to decide whether you believe it or not." What am I doing?"
After finishing speaking, he bowed to everyone present, straightened his spine, and floated away.
Out of the gate, it fell on Yan San.
"The frog at the bottom of the well." Looking at his disciples, Zhang Wen said angrily.
The frog immediately lowered its head, not daring to answer.
"You all look down on her and think she's just a woman, ha ha," Yang Wanli glanced at the crowd, and said, "But this woman traveled across the ocean with a sea boat, and went to a place tens of thousands of miles away, what she saw How can the world be known to those of you who only play for entertainment after having enough food and clothing.”
Zhang Wen sighed and sat on the chair. Huai'an re-educated, and talented people came out in large numbers, but few were good at common affairs. I wanted Ling Qingyu to come over and give some encouragement to these children, but it turned out to be like this, and I felt regretful.
"However, disciples can also go to sea." The man said that he was still not afraid of death.
"Okay, then you go." Zhang Wen sneered, "You are going to be my student in vain."
"Disciple, let's go back and get ready!" The man said goodbye with enthusiasm.
Pretending not to see Han Bian's eyes, Yan San entered the room with Ling Qingyu in his arms.
Today's drink is very strong. Although Ling Qingyu didn't drink much, he was already very drunk. He took Yan San's hand and smiled: "Three, see if I taught them a lesson today? Small sample! It's great to be able to compose poems! I am my mother." Sorry to plagiarize, I still look down on me, and I still look down on them! No production, a bunch of sour! Smelly scholars! Look down on women! He was not born by his mother, no woman can have him!"
Yan San glanced at Han Bian, Han Bian rubbed his nose, stepped back, closed the door, and heard Yan San say inside: "Yes, yes, you are the most powerful."
"What's the matter?" Zheng Xi poked his head out of the room and asked.
"Come, come, come with me to go out for a drink." Han Bian grabbed him and dragged him outside. He was really careless today, causing her to be so humiliated. He thought that Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli, plus himself, would give some face, not too much, but he did underestimate those scholars. In this way, the head of the family will not be too easy to show up in the Great Zhou territory in the future. Let him do these things. What he has received today will definitely be returned one day! But thinking of her completely contemptuous tone and full-on aura at the end, she felt that she should have returned it, scolding people like that!
Thinking of this, Han Bian laughed again unknowingly, because of the embarrassment of those scholars who were dumbfounded by what she said.
Yan San never knew what Ling Qingyu looked like when he was drunk.
His shirt had already been pulled off by Ling Qingyu, and he was gnawing on the bulge on his chest while muttering: "Kill you to death, kill you gang of killers!"
Ling Qingyu, who was drunk, exerted great force. Yan San couldn't help but let out a soft cry from the stinging pain from there. He patted her unconsciously and said, "Bite in another place."
Ling Qingyu moved to his shoulder and neck bone very obediently, then opened her mouth and bit it.
"You belong to a dog." Yan San sighed, but did not hide. Although he was standing outside the main hall, the movement inside was clear, and even from where he was standing, he could see those things through the wide open door. Contempt or disregard on a human face. At that time, he suppressed and suppressed the anger in his heart. The person he put on top of his heart was silently humiliated like that, but he couldn't do anything.
"Woo..." Ling Qingyu snorted softly, and suddenly called out: "Run there!" Then he threw him on the bed and continued to bite.
After a violent bite, it turned into fine licks, Yan San moaned unknowingly, seeing that her eyes were out of focus, but full of lust, she kept rubbing back and forth where she was clinging to her body, and sighed softly , took off all his clothes, and took off her clothes.
The affair was very intense, and Ling Qingyu, who was completely controlled by alcohol, was very wild, doing girl-on-girl style, tied-up style, overturning mountains and seas, having sex again and again.
If you drink alcohol, you will become a woman! Looking at the sleeping woman next to him, although he still hummed a few words, but with a contented face, Yan San chuckled lightly.
Taking a soft pillow and stuffing it into Ling Qingyu's arms, Yan San got up, put on some clothes and went to fetch water, the wing room was still pitch black, Zheng Xi and Han Bian hadn't come back yet, water was boiling in the small kitchen, probably it was Zheng Xi early in the morning It has been prepared here for too long, and there is only a small half of the pot left. Yan San took some cold water, went back to the room, scrubbed her body clean, changed the bed sheet, and then went to the well in the small courtyard, picked up her A bucket of cold water is poured directly on the head.
It took several buckets of water to suppress the hatred in my heart. These people can't be killed now, they will be in trouble.
Back in the house, Yan San took a piece of clothes to change into, and slowly stroked the colorful marks on his body.
"Three," Ling Qingyu's call startled Yan San, and he hurriedly turned around, only to see that she just called out, let go of the soft pillow, closed her eyes and touched the bed with her hands, then turned and sat on the head of the bed, As soon as she reached out her hand, she hugged her, rubbed her face against it, and muttered in her mouth.
After being drunk, she was not only a womanizer, but also became very dependent on others. Yan San's mood suddenly improved, and he simply lay down. Ling Qingyu immediately rolled up on it like an octopus, and then hummed a few times comfortably, relying on Sleeping on his chest.
Cai Jingfang's several brewing masters haven't been used yet, so they can consider bringing them to the boat to produce some wine with strong stamina, Yan San thought in a daze.