Jin Yiwei is sitting in a street tea shed drinking tea.
Jin Yiwei was drinking tea, eating snacks, and talking about the cases solved and the prisoners caught. He looked like he was serving the country and the people, and the sky was bright. When he was eating, he was actually very kind to the old man who was serving tea and pouring water, and he didn't drive away the people sitting in the shed.
As soon as the good Tiqi came out, was it restless? What about extortion and wealth? This group of people wearing red and yellow is really the legendary horse riding, isn't it someone pretending to be
The guests sitting in the shed eating tea were entangled in their hearts.
Unable to bear the atmosphere of sitting with Jin Yiwei, he threw down the money and quietly walked out of the shed - looking at the bright sky outside, there was a kind of joy in escaping. However, in addition to rejoicing, they found that those Jin Yiwei only cared about eating, drinking, and talking, and did not even give them a glimpse of the corner of their eyes, and they were also a little disappointed.
And those daring literati still sat in the shed with a mighty spirit in their chests, just to see what those Jin Yiwei could do to them.
Even if you have to go home, go to school, hang out with friends later... Never mind! Go back and tell people that they once fought against Jinyiwei to protect civilians and went to prison. This is the glory of a lifetime!
They ate the rest of the food very slowly, and there were people watching quietly outside the shed, and Jin Yiwei in the shed was still unaware. They usually like to change into new styles of waist-cinching clothes after they lose their value. They look better and more handsome. They are surrounded by people wherever they go, and they have long been used to seeing them.
In order to have a flat waist and belly, and to wear pretty new clothes, they usually didn't dare to eat too much.
Passing by those wide robes with big sleeves, dawdling with the tips of chopsticks and sesame seeds, staring at them with integrity, and laughing twice when they challenged the scholars who took the lock: "Eating a bowl of tea for so long, occupying the table, It's so crowded that no one else can get in."
"It's pitiful that you eat so little and your waist is so thick."
"I dress like a village, I don't know which other country is from. Now, who would be willing to wear such a fat robe when a scholar in Beijing is not meeting an instructor?"
A few scholars told them to laugh so hard that they wished they could rush to fight, even if they were arrested and sent to jail—no, it should be said that it was better to be arrested. A valiant scholar blushed and scolded angrily, "A vulgar warrior..."
Xie Ying glanced back at him and waved to his subordinates: "How many good people outside are waiting for us to sweep away the murderers, the emperor, the commander, and the adults are also waiting for us to repay the credit. When the scholar speaks, he lowers his status."
The group of freshly clothed and angry horses did not turn their heads, and drove away with a clatter, leaving a few people in the shed alone, and a group of onlookers outside the shed, looking at each other in dismay.
The janitors didn't care what they were doing, they folded their leftover soup into a bamboo tube as Liu Zhuang's head told them, and put the cakes and cakes in bamboo shells and distributed them to the beggars who came to beg for food. After a while, even the beggars scattered. The old man wiped the table that Jin Yiwei had used, looked at the clean tea bowls on the desks of the scholars, and went up to ask them if they wanted to continue their tea.
The few scholars stood at the table with five spines and six beasts, and asked the old man to ask before he came back to his senses. Looking at the empty and clean table tops, they shouted, "That group of Jinyiwei didn't pay the bill after eating tea and rice! Old man You have been wronged. Although we are weak scholars and cannot compete with eagles and dogs, we also have some kindness and kindness. We cannot ask you, an old and weak woman and child, to lose money. These few pieces of silver are not much, so you should take it to make up for your living. ."
The people watching the lively shook their heads and sighed: "I just said that these Jinyiwei guards who patrol the city don't disturb people, and they don't go into the store to ask for food and drink, but they still don't want to."
The old man was forced to be in the middle, and he grunted a few times in his throat, but everyone could not hear it clearly. The crowd squeezed closer and closer, humming and questioning, his throat was squeezed even narrower, his voice was held in his lungs, and he suddenly burst out at the limit: "The owner is not allowed to ask for money! The owner said, this stall will You have already received the money for the items, and Jin Yiwei is not allowed to ask for money!"
The shouting spread out several feet, and the crowd of neighbors and guests who were watching could hear it clearly.
Dare to want and can not want, these are two different things. Those who were originally indignant seemed to have poured cold water on their heads and were speechless in embarrassment. The low voices of discussion outside the crowd also turned the wind—
People Jinyiwei set up a tea stall to drink tea without disturbing the people or causing trouble. At most, they mocked others with their big belly and village style... Nowadays, it is indeed fashionable to wear clothes in Beijing. What is there to be unhappy about when you are wearing fat
It seems that the atmosphere of Jinyiwei is really about to change.
Some people in the onlookers talked about the story of seeing Jin Yiwei rescue two flower-pickers from the house of Xingyuan people two days ago, and caught the flying thief who stole the apron of a certain waiter's wife in Liujia Hutong...
A group of people entered the teahouse and started talking on the chair Jin Yiwei had just sat on. Speaking vividly, he wiped away the resentment against Jin Yiwei for bullying the people just now, as if touting these Jin Yiwei as knights in legendary novels and stories.
Only the fat scholar who made people laugh at him sat on the chair with a sullen face and instructed his husband, "I'll have another bowl of tea, no sesame seeds, walnuts, salt, or orange cakes... just plain tea!"
Cha Jiufu can lighten his body, wait for him to lose weight, see what he does—wait for him to lose weight!
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With the opening of the "Qingcha" chain of tea shops, more and more people have watched Jinyiwei tiqi drinking tea, and they have seen them behave like ordinary people outside of business, and Jinyiwei's reputation has gradually changed.
It was Xie Ying and the others who were the first to feel the change in the rumored wind.
From the first seeing people avoided, when they asked about the case, the neighbors were afraid of Jinyiwei like tigers, and then people gradually became less afraid of them. Some people took advantage of the tea time to pass news to them, telling them where the villains lived. Based on this information, Jin Yiwei blocked a group of thieves from outside the city who climbed over the wall at night and looted other people's property and women, and tried several old cases.
Xie Ying wrote a letter to Cui Xie and said with deep emotion: "These days, I have been a bit strict with my subordinates. They are bitter and tired, and they are also holding back their grievances. Thanks to you building this teahouse, they have shelter from the wind and rain. Sooner or later, I can rest my feet, eat something, feel at ease, and have energy when doing things. Now the people are not waiting for me as they used to…”
In the past, he took his horses to go in and out and did his best to restrain people from harming the people, but he was not as strict as these. This time, the purpose was to sweep away the murderers, and they interacted more with the people, and they were able to maintain the behavior of not disturbing the people. The world's perception of their Jinyiwei began to improve.
There's also Choi Sub's help in this...
A shed that doesn't provide tea and rice, isn't the original intention of his request to get a "good" word in Qingliu's mouth so that he can openly communicate with Cui Xie
If he didn't have this thought to support him, he might still be following the trend and acting according to Jin Yiwei's old habits, right
Of course, these thoughts were not written into the letter, they were just ordinary things that the common people could see, and they couldn't even talk about unsolved cases. But Cui Xie insisted on seeing the gratitude behind him and his reflection on Jin Yiwei's usual actions from these plain words.
He said that Xie Qianhu was such a good person that he could block the sword of Bai Lian Patriarch for him when he first met, and he was willing to leave him a good golden medicine. He must be just as gentle to others.
If we continue like this, the Ming Dynasty will not be far away from the military and civilian fish and water family.
He put Xie Ying's letter away, put it in the same book box as Li Dongyang's post, and called Cui Liangdong over to ask him if he had any recent rumors about Jin Yiwei - he picked a good one and said that other Jin Yiwei raided their homes and arrested people. Yes, it has nothing to do with them Xie Qianhu, I don't want to hear it.
Cui Liangdong slapped his thigh: "Why not! There was someone in our tea shed who told the story of Jinyi Weizhi capturing the black-robed thief! Young master doesn't know that the black-robed thief's name is Li Huer, who was a robber who ran rampant in Cangzhou. Later, when he entered Beijing, he committed countless cases and even dared to steal from the Gonghou Mansion. Later, he fell in love with a pipa-playing lady Wang Sanzi from Wang's mother's house outside Dongguan, and sprinkled a lot of gold and silver on her. , I also gave the little lady a few sets of jewelry that the official family appointed Mrs. Wang Sanniang to wear, it is really a reincarnation of Xi Shi, and Mao Qiang is reborn..."
He was addicted to what he said, but Cui Xie didn't like to hear it, he waved his hand and told him to skip the useless things, and only said how Jin Yiwei investigated the case.
Cui Liangdong was so excited that he interrupted him, and he couldn't hold his emotions for a while, and said dryly: "It's those top-ranking people, the Jinyiwei who called the investigation, saw it. They have seen the world and know that this is something that people with grades should use. It wasn't faked by an outside businessman, so he planned to ambush in the house of Mrs. Wang San, and caught him when the black-clothed thief came to prostitute him."
It's not good, but the story is good. I, Daming Jinyiwei, carefully visited and investigated the weathering sites, seized the clues, dug into the truth, and caught the famous robber in black.
Although there is no TV station in Daming, there are various dramas! The last time I invited the troupe to sing at the Three Kingdoms TOP Five Conference, couldn't the troupe bosses invite experts to change the book
This story is well written into a drama, it is estimated that it is not worse than the detective Di Renjie!
Cui Xie's blood was surging, he pressed his chest and said, "Do you still have contacts with those people from the Zaju troupe? Can you find someone who can write the Yuan Ben? Such a good story is only passed down by word of mouth among the common people. , it's a bit of a waste, it's better to arrange a play and perform it."
Cui Liangdong just told him to force a long story short, and thought he didn't like listening to Jin Yiwei's story, but in the blink of an eye, he heard him say that he was going to write this story into a playbook, and he really didn't understand what he was going to do.
Cui Xie glanced at him and said lightly, "The story you told won't work. Wait, when I write the script, you can ask someone to make the play." Wait for him to see how the movies on the hard drive are arranged. Rhythm, climax, expand this story into the outline of a four-fold opera, ask people to rehearse the performance, and make Xie Qianhu famous.
That Pipa lady also had to change her personal settings—it was set like Diaochan, who was a chivalrous chivalrous girl who committed herself to the robbery, and at the same time, she was undercover talking about a poignant life-and-death love with Jin Yiwei, who was handling the case...
Of course, the protagonist can use a virtual character, Xie Qianhu should be a golden thigh with few appearances and high fashion value.
He pondered for a long time, saw Cui Liangdong still standing beside him, and gave him a puzzled look: "What are you doing standing still, there is nothing else to do here."
Cui Liangdong stared at him with his mouth open for a long time, and said indifferently, "Young master, you can write dramas? You deserve to be a teacher from a Hanlin scholar. If you are going to make a difference, don't you have to talk to the four of you from the previous dynasty, Guan Bai, Zhengma, and Ma? Is it the same?"
He is far away from Guan Bai and Zheng Ma. He is at most a writer who sells outlines to novel websites. Don't you have to find a professional to expand the text
Cui Xie shook his head and said indifferently: "It's too early to talk about this matter, let's buy a few originals from the hospital and wait for me to study it for a while."
Cui Liangdong finally knew what to do, so he went out to Ju'anzhai and asked for a full set of Qingguiyuan books made by King Ningxian and Qiu Jijiu. Qiu Jijiu's dramas have never been on the stage, but Ning Xianwang's is still lively and interesting. Cui Xie studied the script structure and put his energy into the movies on the hard drive that have been checked by the eyes of the masses.
He studies art at home, and Mr. Lu, who is on vacation in his hometown in Henan, is also studying art, the art of sales.
Juren from a small county town like him has a very high status in a county, and it is a matter of course to go to the county government to fight for riches.
This is also an unspoken rule in the officialdom. They also have to climb the ranks of the new year brothers and make friends. Each juren is a political achievement in the eyes of the county magistrate and a future bureaucratic friend. This kind of county magistrate of Xia County is sometimes born in a nobleman, but he entered the official career one step earlier than him, and he does not feel that he is much better than him.
Moreover, Lu Juren is considered to have returned to his hometown with capital and technology to promote education, so he can be regarded as a noble person.
Cui Xie never intended to use pencils for profit. When Lu Juren returned to his hometown, he came back with Xiao Qige's experience in burning graphite refills. study.
Henan is similar to Northern Zhili. The area is poor, and the style of study is not strong. Not only is it not a big province for scientific research, the quota of three scholars every year can worry about the county magistrates and academic officials. With the technology of this graphite refill, words can be widely spread. Although I don't know if I can teach talents and talents, but at least a few more young people from poor families can read and write, and they will have more hope.
The local county magistrate, who is also Lu Juren's newly recognized elder brother Lu, only heard him say "reading" and didn't ask anything else. He chose the best kilns and old kiln workers to help him with the work, and burned them out of softness, hardness and thickness. Different graphite pens.
I took it to the social studies in the city community and sent it to teachers and students for a test. It was really useful: I used it to read and write essays on weekdays, and I could use it to copy articles and make drafts. It really saved a lot of ink and the nib of a brush. . Over time, it can reduce a lot of financial burdens on the scholars.
Mr. Lu saw that it was feasible, even if he wrote letters to a few county magistrates he knew to promote it together, Lu Juren also traveled around the counties, holding the "Shishi Song Collection" and technical notes printed by Cui Xie for local craftsmen. Technical support.
Several county magistrates jointly recommended him to the Guide House, and spoke highly of the benefits of the new pen.
The newly arrived Yan Zhifu was a serious second-rank jinshi, and he was not as friendly to the officials as the officials of the small counties below. Looking at Mr. Lu's dignified appearance, he was thin and rigid, his complexion was not very fair, and his expression was not good. When talking to people, he was dry and hard, neither kind nor funny, and he was also a little embarrassed when he met him.
Lu Juren is a real celebrity, and he has his own background in his heart. When talking about the benefits of graphite refills, he took out the graphite set he co-authored with his comrades and students, held it in front of him with both hands, and said with a smile: "This is what the students and their brothers and I did when I was a Xibin. The collection of poems written by the disciples of the Dong family, I hope you can give me some pointers.”
Mr. Yan had seen the "Graphite Collection" sent by the magistrate below before, but he had not read it. The book cover was colorfully printed, and it didn't look bad, but even the few poems he read were written in graphite, and the accompanying paintings were also not very good-looking middle-aged scholars, so he didn't bother to read any further.
Now that Lu Juren is in front of him, no matter how boring he is, he has to give him face, and said with a smile: "Lu Juren's collection is very well printed. This official heard that Beizhili has been able to print good color edition books in recent years. I have seen some of them before, but they are not as detailed as the color pictures in this book."
Lu Juren said with a smile, "The young master of the shop with the best printed and colored books in Northern Zhili is the righteous brother of the young master I sent to that house, and he is also reading and painting under my hands, so he prints books for me. be more serious than others.”
What is the righteous brother of the young master's family, isn't Cui Meiren the one who prints the best color pictures? With Lu Juren's respectful face, this old pedantic look, how could he have a relationship with Cui Meiren!
With a smile on the corner of Master Yan's mouth, he shook his head slightly, and the pages of his book flew, and he inadvertently turned to a page of a five-character ancient poem. Before he could change the page, Lu Juren suddenly coughed lightly, leaned towards him, pointed to the page and said, "This poem was written by the student's disciple who burned the graphite pen. He only learned to write poetry last year. At that time, the writing was still very immature..."
Oh... it's Lu Juren's student. It is natural to write poorly.
Master Yan was about to think about some scene words, but Lu Juren quickly picked up a sentence: "Although he learned to write poetry in a short time, he made good progress. The two months after the student returned to his hometown, his celestial aura has entered. In the eyes of Li Binzhi of the Han Academy, Li Xueshi received his letter from his family a few days ago, and he had already asked Li Xueshi to accept him as a disciple."
It's called Li Xue Shi... Is that Li Dongyang Li Xue Shi? The Master Li of the Chaling Sect suzerain? This student taught by Lu Juren can actually write poetry into the eyes of Li Xueshi. Could it be that his vision for poetry is outdated? !
Yan Zhifu was shocked, rubbed his eyes, and read the ancient style several times from beginning to end. The more I read it, the more I seem to be able to read a bit of style from it, and I can't help but praise: "It really is a work of high ancient, humble, and unrefined. Brother Lu Xian can teach such a good student, which is the envy of the world. I have to go back to Haosheng to study the collection, and the graphite pen that my virtuous brother mentioned... I don't need to talk in the hall, I will ask someone to hold a banquet in the back hall, and we can talk while eating."