On the Huangni Official Road on Yongxing Jun Road, a convoy was advancing.

The four-wheeled carriage in the middle was a little difficult to move, and the curtain was lifted. A young man looked outside, and the outside was full of images of remote areas. The young man couldn't help but complain.

"I said, Dad, you are not waiting for the Jiangnan water town. What are you doing when you run into this place where birds don't poop?

You see, this road is even yellow mud road, with bumpy pits and remote areas everywhere. Those people are so poor that they don’t have to wear pants, how can they spend money?"

The young man's whispers made the old father, who was in his fifties and looked quite rich, frown.

"Everyone said you wouldn't let you come, you insisted on following you, and you were whispering when you came. If you didn't want to go, go back now!"

The old father shouted.

The young man shrank his neck and laughed, "Hey, why are you still in a hurry? I'm just talking casually, I want to see my idol."

The old father snorted: "Shut up."

The young man shrank and nestled in the corner to read books, with the book cover saying - The Wealth of Nations.

After a while, the young man said again: "Dad, do you know what he is going to ask us to do this time?"

The old father shook his head: "I don't know much, either."

The young man said in surprise: "You don't know anything, so you rushed over and don't care about your family's business?"

The old father smiled and said, "Your father, I have made great achievements in my life three times..."

The young man said impatiently: "You have talked about these many times. The first time was to marry my mother, the second time was to join the central bank system, and the third time was to attend Ouyang Bian's wedding."

Facing my son's complaints, the old father disliked: "Marry your mother, let me become the owner of a small money house, join the central bank, turn our money house into a bank, and attend the wedding, but your father and I became one of the directors of Liangzhe Road Chamber of Commerce.

Except for the first one, the other two were brought by Ouyang Bian. You said, how can I not come to his call?"

The young man happily said, "Dad, are you here to repay your kindness this time?"

The old father sneered: "So I said you are still not experienced enough. Repaying kindness or something is not important. The key is that every time Ouyang Bian launches invitations, he will create a large number of rich people. Your father, I am not repaying kindness, but another chance to make a fortune!"

The young man was a little confused: "But what money can you make in these remote places?"

The old father shook his head: "Ha, if everyone can see it, there will be no business opportunities in the world."

The young man asked, "Do you know that dad?"

The old father couldn't help but feel embarrassed and said, "I'll know when I'm here."

In the autumn wind, the convoy is gone.

After a while, another convoy on the yellow mud road headed towards Gyeongju.

If you raise your perspective to a high altitude, you will find that there are luxurious convoys everywhere on the way from the mainland to Qingzhou.

...

Lao Nie is a celebrity in Qingzhou City because his Hu La Tang is a unique person. It can be said that people who have never eaten his Hu La Tang in Qingzhou City cannot call themselves a native of Qingzhou.

His shop is inside the east gate of Qingzhou City. The east gate faces the Song Dynasty. Most of everyone who comes from the mainland enters from here.

Lao Nie recently felt a little strange because there are too many outsiders in Qingzhou these days.

Moreover, these outsiders are basically coming in groups, with luxurious convoys and tough guards, and they are obviously some wealthy businessmen.

The originally sparsely populated city of Qingzhou became lively with the arrival of these outsiders.

"I said Lao Nie, do you know what these people are here for? They came just after the battle. Are you afraid that someone will tie them up?"

A customer squatting on the stool asked.

Old Nie kept scooping out a bowl of steaming hot Hula soup in his hand, and laughed at him, "I've heard of some things here. It is said that these are big merchants from Gyeonggi and the southeast. This time he came here, he was summoned by our new magistrate."

"Hey, this is strange. The magistrate still has friendship with these businessmen?"

Customers' surprise.

Old Nie laughed: "You don't know now. Do you know the origin of the magistrate?"

The customer shook his head and said, "Who cares about this? I might as well care about my little wife next door."

The customers at the stall burst into laughter with understanding.

Old Nie smiled and said, "This is your fault. As a native of Qingzhou, he doesn't even know his parents' officials. He is in vain to ask for someone to leave."

The customer smiled and said, "I can't call myself a native of Qingzhou without eating your old Nie's spicy soup. It doesn't matter if I don't know who the magistrate is."

Everyone laughed again.

"...But, our magistrate really has to know. Let's talk about his family background for a moment, just talk about himself. When will the bright moon come in? Do you know the poem "Ask Qingtian after drinking wine?"

Lao Nie is a veteran poetry lover.

As soon as these words were spoken, someone suddenly screamed: "Ouyang Bian... Could it be that Ouyang Bian who wrote the song "Shuituan"!"

"What, Water Melody Song Head, Ouyang Bian, our prefect is Ouyang Bian who writes Water Melody Song Head!"

"Oh my God!"

...

This snack stall suddenly caused a sensation.

In the Song Dynasty, you may not care much about other things, but when it comes to poetry, anyone who has read a little book can give you several poems.

In fact, it is normal. The poems of the Song Dynasty were sung like the songs that followed. The water tune songs are old songs that have been popular all year round. Every Mid-Autumn Festival, this poem will be played in various places.

So everyone talked about Ouyang Bian's other poems, and had long forgotten the original intention of the conversation at the beginning.

This is the disadvantage of people for a long time, and the topic may become a mess at any time.

Fortunately, Lao Nie has a show-off heart.

He coughed loudly and said, "Talk about our prefect..."

The others stopped quickly and listened to Lao Nie.

Old Nie smiled proudly: "......... In addition to writing poetry, our magistrate is the richest person in our Song Dynasty!"

As soon as Old Nie said this, someone immediately said, "Yeah, love is a corrupt official!"

Old Nie was startled: "Hey, Old Li, don't talk nonsense, Lord Ouyang is not that kind of person!"

Old Li said sarcastically: "Hey, an official is the richest person in the Song Dynasty. What can it be if it is not corruption?"

Old Nie knew this person, this person was a local, and the rest were all fine, but his mouth was a little stinky. He was a little anxious: "Oh, Mr. Li, you can't talk nonsense..."

At this time, the curtain of the carriage that had just passed was opened, and a majestic middle-aged man saw it and said in a deep voice: "You cannot say this nonsense. Lord Ouyang's reputation cannot be defiled by a villain. Yang Fu, go down and give him a few slaps!"

"Hey, hey... who are you? Why are you hitting people randomly? The villagers, these outsiders... Oh, you're killing! Killing!"

The man who asked Yang Fu to jump off the horse, slapped the sarcastic Lao Li firmly, and then went back and slowly followed the convoy.

No one in the snack stall stood up. It’s not that the Qin people were not brave enough. It’s because the old Li’s mouth was too smelly and everyone hated it, and no one was willing to stand up and talk to him.

The convoy slowly entered the city, and the flying flag on the car read "Da Dechang."

"I know who he is. This person is Da Dechang, Da Desheng's boss, named Yang Dechang!"

Someone suddenly said.

The snack stall suddenly became quiet.

Dadechang and Dadesheng also have stations in Qingzhou City, and the largest shop on the street is theirs.

It is said that Dadechang, Dadesheng is the ticket number on Liangzhe Road. Now it has been opened throughout the Song Dynasty. They believe this because Qingzhou is too backward and even there is a station place here, so there will naturally be other places.

What a scale that is!

Someone suddenly asked, "Old Nie, you just said that these people were called by our magistrate?"

Old Nie nodded: "That's right."

Everyone took a breath.

Even someone like Yang Dechang can be summoned. Is this magistrate so appeal so great?

And judging from the momentum of other teams, those people are probably not inferior to Yang Dechang.

However, do these people have any business to do when they come here?

Some people's thoughts suddenly became alive.
Chapter completed!