Yang Chengzu knew from the information he got from Jinyiwei that many high-ranking officials lived too repressed lives because they had to maintain their image as officials, so they would change into common people's clothes and go to the earthen kilns of the lower-class courtyards to find their relatives.
Only when a prostitute with dozens of dollars of money can find ways to spread the flames can he balance his heart.
There are so many different tricks that it’s hard to describe them all in one word, but they are all shocking.
Including some old Confucian scholars with great virtues, or important ministers who hold great power, are no exception.
But Wu Tingju was the chief minister, and with him as the imperial envoy, he would definitely go to the best Qinglou in Guangzhou to find the so-called oiran who was a showman but not a showman.
Most of them would have to listen to the piano, listen to music, sing poems, drink, and sing together until they saw each other.
Only if you have the right eye can you stay overnight.
This kind of formality cannot be called wrong, it is just a part of official etiquette.
Judging from the second-grade Fang Bo's reputation, he still wanted to sell it, so he ordered dozens of guards to follow him, and followed Wu Ting out of the mansion, all the way to a rather impressive gatehouse.
Wu Tingju explained for him, "This Qunfangyuan is the largest bookstore in Guangzhou.
The madam is from Nanjing Jiaofangsi.
It is said that she had a friendship with Li Xiya when Wumiao was in power."
The two of them talked as they went in.
Although it was still early, the guy who cleared the building obviously knew Wu Tingju, and no one dared to stop him.
They just looked at Ruinstein back and forth.
Wu Tingju smiled and said, "There is a rule here.
Do not do business with barbarians, because if you take over barbarians, the girl's value will plummet.
I entrust you with this honorable servant."
"Hey, this is unfair.
The great warrior Rienstein is not a barbarian.
I am a Ming Dynasty man.
I have a report from the Ministry of War."
Rienstein has obviously been attracted by several women who came out to greet the guests.
Yang Chengzu He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't look for a girl and just drink wine, right?
There is a merchant here.
If we don't sell wine to the barbarians, wouldn't all the guests starve to death?
Lao Rui, you are eating flower wine here and you are attracted to it."
Just ask any girl and I will redeem it for you."
"That's not necessary.
I still want to live a few more days."
Thinking of how brave and good the wife from the theater troupe in the family was, Reinstein could only shake his head and sit down with the other guards to drink.
Yang Chengzu's eyes were attracted by the stage built on the first floor of Qinglou.
The gongs and drums on it sounded plausible, but they were vaguely imitating his own Peking Opera, but he didn't learn it well enough.
Looking again, the play above was actually the story of Juliet written by himself.
Looking at Wu Tingju who was standing aside, he saw the latter twirling his beard and smiling.
It was obvious that he had expected this reaction.
"The imperial envoy's literary name has been admired in Guangzhou for a long time, and several old concubines can't put it down.
We have businessmen here who went to Ningbo to do business, and ended up becoming theater fans.
They spent money to build a theater troupe. , brought Peking Opera back to Guangzhou.
Now there are more than a dozen opera troupes here, and the plays they perform are all written by the imperial envoy.
Since there is no one to teach them, they can’t be performed on the stage, which makes the imperial envoy laugh. " "Wu Weng, you're too polite.
How can Yang afford it?"
Sure enough, relying on his own strength may not be able to promote the overall prosperity of Peking Opera, but as long as he takes the lead here and creates a big enough impact, there are many people.
Will come out and follow suit.
Even if there are differences in singing styles and melodies, it is still a good thing to spread what you want to spread.
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Li Dongyang's old acquaintance also came out with a smile on her face.
She was a woman over thirty, but her charm was still there.
She was flirting with Wu Tingju while looking at Yang Chengzu.
Wu Tingju said something in her ear, and the Madam's expression changed.
She stopped smiling and bowed to Yang Chengzu in an upright manner.
"Little girl, you are blind to Mount Tai.
It turns out that you are General Yang, who shed a river of blood when he killed the Japanese bandits in Zhejiang.
I kowtow to you.
To be honest, my family is from Zhejiang.
If it hadn't been for the Japanese bandits at home, I would have been There is no need to join this line of work, you will kill I have killed so many real Japanese, and I heard that even Jingguan has built dozens of them.
The slave family’s family feud must have been avenged, but it’s a pity that I am old, otherwise I would have to use this body to repay your kindness.
Now I can only kowtow to you.
A few heads, let God bless you forever."
Yang Chengzu saw that the Madam's expression didn't seem to be hypocritical, so he hurriedly helped her up.
With this relationship, the Madam was even more enthusiastic and arranged the two of them directly into the room of the oiran Xiao Zhilan.
This oiran named Xiao was just sixteen years old.
It was said that he had never been combed before and was waiting for an opportunity to sell it for a big price.
Now that there is a war in Tuen Mun, the barbarian ships coming from Guangzhou have been cut off, the overall business is average, and there are no suitable benefactors to pick her first bloom.
Here, it's just a matter of sitting, drinking tea, or talking.
Wu Tingju seemed to be very familiar with her.
After meeting her, he said without hesitation, "Zhilan, use all your skills to serve you today.
Maybe your lover is right in front of you.
If a noble man likes you, he will praise you."
As a young lady, isn’t it better than picking up the fight here?”
Xiao Zhilan looked at Yang Chengzu for a few times, her face turned slightly red, and she seemed a little shy and didn't dare to look at him, but she still took the coat quickly and prepared tea and snacks for the two of them.
It seems that although she is still young, she is already very familiar with these basic skills, and she also knows how to adjust the atmosphere, making both the old and the young think that she is of the same mind as him.
Wu Tingju only told her a few jokes and did not show any affection.
It seemed to prove that there was no special relationship between the two people, so he looked at Yang Chengzu "Imperial envoy, I have invited you here because I actually want to talk to you about something.
These matters are related to the safety of the entire Guangdong.
Unfortunately, Guangdong's official circles are now dominated by traitors.
Even if I am determined to contribute to the country, I am alone.
Nothing can be done, and even self-protection is a big problem.
Only when you are sent by the emperor can we save the people from disaster. " "The Fo Langji people are in Tuen Mun.
No matter how violent the commotion is, they are still enemies of one country in one region.
If you tell me something that the imperial envoy doesn't like to hear, even if you don't come, with the troops of Guangdong and Guangxi, we will be able to wipe them out sooner or later.
So.
The issue of war is actually not a problem, but the issue of maritime trade is related to the long-term security of Guangdong and Guangxi.
People say that maritime trade benefits the country and the people, but in my opinion, it is the first-class harm to the people. " He pointed at Xiao Zhilan, who was tuning the strings there.
"Like this Miss Xiao, she was also the daughter of an innocent family.
She was deceived by those Buddhists because of her family's business with the Buddhists.
She lost all her family property and lost all her property."
She fell into the trap of being a minister.
Although I have the intention to protect her, I can only ensure that she is not bullied by the bad guys.
If I want to save her from the misery, I have to send a young hero like you."
Xiao Zhilan's hand shook slightly, the guqin made a trilling sound, and her beautiful eyes turned slightly red, as if she remembered something sad.
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Wu Tingju picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Zhilan, don't be too sad.
There are countless people who have lost their fortunes due to maritime trade in recent years.
Compared with those people, you must be considered pretty good.
At least the people here are nice to you.
If you go to those alleys and have a look, you will know what hell is on earth.
Then go to the sea and see how many people die every year because of sea trade.
Everyone is a miserable person. " "According to Uncle Wu Fang, sea trade is not beneficial to anyone."
"Sea trade may be beneficial, but it only benefits a small number of profiteers and scoundrels.
It is a great harm to the good people and the court.
I would like to remind the chief envoys, who know these things best.
The court cannot collect much from sea trade every year.
Taxes were used by the barbarians in the name of tribute to see clearly where there were more soldiers and where the people were rich in the sea.
How could there be any security in the Ming Dynasty?
The reporter said that the south of the Yangtze River is a land of plenty, but silk is the main focus of everyone.
Taking Guangdong as an example, I have checked the Guangdong Land Acquisition Directory and found that since the establishment of the Guangzhou Maritime Bureau, the land tax in Guangdong has decreased by 20%.
There is a surplus, and part of it is used to replace rice to pay for grain.
If one day everyone pays money and no one pays grain, then what can we buy with the money in our hands?"
He was obviously very familiar with the business of his yamen, and with just one word, he directly pointed to the key point, national food security.
Yang Chengzu remained calm, and just as he was about to listen to what he was going to say next, there was a burst of noise outside, including the screams of women and the sound of fighting
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