Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 192 Yuchan is embarrassed

A horse-drawn sedan was traveling on the tree-lined avenue leading to Shifeng Mountain.

The road is quite spacious, after all, there are often merchants' vehicles traveling back and forth here.

Although this sedan chair is called a sedan chair, it is actually pulled by two big mules.

In the Song Dynasty, horses were called good horses, mules were called bad horses, and donkeys were called large animals.

Therefore, calling a mule-drawn carriage a horse sedan is not considered to be deceiving customers.

Although the road is wide, the ground is not flat.

The mule was very strong and pulled the cart very fast, so the cart kept shaking.

Yang Yuan was dressed in a scholar's robe, with a green scarf tied around his hair. He was wearing a green robe, holding a folding fan in his hand, and sitting steadily in the carriage. No matter how bumpy the carriage was, he remained relaxed and at ease.

After changing back into women's clothes, Leng Yuchan, who was sitting next to him, was in a miserable state.

She was wearing the same outfit she had worn during her Mid-Autumn Festival outing: a jade-green jacket with cloud patterns, a jade-green tube top, and a swirling skirt, revealing her curvaceous figure.

It was just that two people were sitting side by side in a sedan chair, and when the carriage was bumpy, their bodies would inevitably sway from side to side.

Yang Yuan half-collapsed on the backrest, swaying with the car. As a girl, she couldn't be so indecent.

But if you sit upright, your body will inevitably sway left and right, bounce up and down, and bounce violently from time to time.

She was worried about running into Yang Yuan, so she sat very hard. She was so tired from the journey that her waist almost broke.

Changing clothes was Yang Yuan's request.

Yang Yuan said that this time he came to find the tea merchant, he would use both soft and hard tactics to force him to submit.

But once the tea merchant agrees, they will follow him.

Therefore, they have to change their attire now, otherwise it will be too conspicuous if they go there in official attire.

Once it falls into the eyes of someone with ulterior motives and is known by the people in the Fanfang, it will be a disaster.

Yang Yuan’s words made sense, so Leng Yuchan had to hurried back to change her clothes.

……

Shifeng Mountain is lush with trees, with nine streams and eighteen ravines winding through it, and the water flowing happily.

The summer heat has dissipated, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and the autumn air is refreshing.

Suddenly, in the lush green ahead, the shadows of two manors appeared, one on the left and one on the right, standing between the road.

Leng Yuchan was overjoyed. Finally, she didn't have to toss and fall anymore.

Leng Yuchan straightened her back, pointed forward, and said excitedly: "Master Yang..., we are here, look!"

The wheels of the sedan suddenly rolled over a rut created by a truck skidding on a rainy day, and the carriage bounced up suddenly.

Leng Yuchan was thrown up all of a sudden, and then fell down, sitting right on Yang Yuan's legs.

Both of them were stunned.

When the car shook, Yang Yuan, who was "lying like Ge You", just swayed a little, and then Leng Yuchan sat down.

It was quite...unprepared.

Leng Yuchan's pretty face flushed: "I...I didn't move!"

Yang Yuan said seriously, "That's not important. The problem is that my second brother has a bad temper. Can you get up now?"

"oh oh!"

Leng Yuchan hurriedly climbed up from him, leaned against a corner of the sedan chair, and arched her back into it.

Yang Yuan frowned, first pulled at the folds of his robe, then brushed the collar of his robe like he was playing the pipa, with a look of disgust on his face.

Leng Yuchan was already feeling extremely embarrassed, but now she became even more angry when she saw this scene.

Is this girl so disliked?

Yang Yuan straightened his robe and shook his thighs lightly.

Tsk! That feeling... is quite good, just like the feeling of a butterfly folding its wings and landing on a flower.

Unfortunately, happiness is always short-lived.

We arrived at the Shifeng Longjing Tea Factory, and the car never shook as violently again.

……

The Shifeng Longjing Tea Factory and the Shifeng Tea Ceremony Equipment Factory are opposite each other and belong to the same owner.

Yang Yuan asked the driver to drive directly into the gate of the tea factory.

Yang Yuan had prepared a name card in advance, on which was written the name of Song Shijie, a big tea merchant in Jiangnan West Road.

Generally speaking, big businessmen such as tea merchants and salt merchants have strong backing.

Although the Shifeng Roasted Tea Factory has just grown by taking advantage of the popularity of Qingming tea, it may not have that foundation.

But if he was originally an old tea merchant who made ball tea and cake tea and transformed himself at the right time, it would be hard to say.

Therefore, we still need to be fully prepared.

In the tea factory, Shishi, wearing a light-covered hat, was leading the tea garden chief steward Yu Lin and loyal Chen Erniang and others, inspecting the tea roasting workshop.

Li Shishi plans to expand the two tea-roasting workshops, and today she came to discuss the matter with the chief deacon Yu Lin.

Suddenly, someone brought a business card.

Yu Lin opened it and was overjoyed: "Boss, you are really smart! Now, the big tea merchant from Jiangnan West Road has also come to our door.

When they are used to drinking our Shifeng Longjing, hehe, I will go and meet him. "

Li Shishi smiled and nodded: "You go ahead, I will take Er Niang for a walk."

Yu Lin walked out of the tea-roasting workshop quickly with the name badge in hand.

Yang Yuan and Leng Yuchan have been invited into an elegant and quiet tea room.

There is a bamboo house next to the teahouse, but the bamboo house has walls while the teahouse is open.

The teahouse is surrounded by green plants and fragrant flowers, and clear water flows under the green trees.

The best tea was served to the guests. Leng Yuchan took a sniff and secretly admired Yang Yuan's methods.

The tea factory knew very well that they were big tea merchants from Jiangxi, and their purchase volume would not be small, so the tea they served to their guests would not be bad.

But looking at this tea for guests, it is inferior to the one Yang Yuan gave him, both in appearance and aroma.

Yang Yuan was able to get the finest roasted tea that even Liu Guojiu could hardly get ahold of. He really had some skills.

Yu Lin walked into the tea room excitedly, and as soon as he came in, he bowed with a smile:
"Oh my, this person must be Mr. Song from Jiangxi. I am sorry for not welcoming you in person. I am sorry for not welcoming you in person!"

While talking to Yang Yuan, Yu Lin quickly glanced at the girl next to him.

Even though he was struck by Li Shishi's unparalleled beauty and supreme charm from time to time, Leng Yuchan's elegance and grace still amazed him.

With such a female companion by his side, it can be seen that Mr. Song is also from a very extraordinary family in Jiangxi.

Beauty, like brand-name clothes, bags and watches, can become a person's business card.

Yu Lin is a businessman and is best at evaluating a person's true strength based on these aspects.

After all, if you only listen to what he says, there may be many exaggerations.

But if you can have a beautiful woman with graceful demeanor, beautiful appearance and elegant manners by your side,
Then they can't be a small family, and even a nouveau riche doesn't have such a background.

Leng Yuchan had learned all kinds of etiquette for sitting, lying down and walking in the palace since she was a child. Even just standing up and nodding her head could be seen as extraordinary in the eyes of a businessman with a sharp eye like Yu Lin.

As a result, he became even more enthusiastic about Yang Yuan, the young master of Song from Jiangxi.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, Yu Lin invited Yang Yuan to sit down. Then he asked with a smile, "How many stones of roasted tea would you like to buy, Mr. Song?"

Yang Yuan asked with a smile, "Do you, Deacon Yu, have full control over the Shifeng Longjing Tea Factory?"

Yu Lin was a little surprised. How much goods did Mr. Song want to buy? He was afraid that I couldn't make the decision?

Yu Lin said proudly, "Our boss trusts me very much. I am in charge of most of this tea factory. Mr. Song, no matter how much goods you want to buy, just ask, I will take it."

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "I am a little curious. I wonder who your boss is?"

Yu Lin immediately became alert. He looked at Yang Yuan suspiciously and said, "Mr. Song, you are here to buy tea. There is no need to ask about the identity of our boss, right?"

For a moment, Yu Lin had a plan in his mind.

Is this Mr. Song really here to buy tea?
Could it be that he saw my employer on the road, was attracted by her beauty, and followed us all the way?
Yang Yuan smiled and said, "Okay. Since your boss trusts you so much, then you must be your boss's confidant?"

Yu Lin raised his chin slightly and said modestly, "Of course."

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "If that's the case, then it won't hurt to tell you about this matter."

After saying that, Yang Yuan gave Leng Yuchan a wink.

Leng Yuchan opened her eyes at him in confusion.

Yang Yuan gave Leng Yuchan another look.

Leng Yuchan looked down at her chest. There was no tea stain. Was she being disrespectful in any way?

Leng Yuchan couldn't help but ask, "Young Master...what are you looking at me for?"

Yang Yuan held his forehead with his hand, turned his face away helplessly, and whispered: "Why don't you reveal your identity? If you don't, do you want me to reveal my identity?"

Leng Yuchan suddenly realized: "Oh oh oh, I get it."

Leng Yuchan stood up, her expression serious, and said: "Deacon Yu, we are sent here on official business by the Speed ​​Office of the Privy Council of the Great Song Dynasty.

We are investigating a major case and need your cooperation from the Shifeng Tea Factory. Do you understand?"

Deacon Yu looked at Yang Yuan in surprise, then at Leng Yuchan, and turned around and shouted outside: "Guardian, come quickly, call the guards."

Leng Yuchan slammed the table and shouted, "I am talking to you, why are you calling the guard?"

Yang Yuan said with a painful expression: "Why don't you show me your badge? Who would believe you if you just said it with such a rosy mouth?"

"Oh oh oh!"

Leng Yuchan's pretty face turned red, and she quickly reached for the badge again. She panicked and lost her grip, so the badge fell on the table, and bounced into Deacon Yu's tea bowl with a clang.

Yang Yuan couldn't bear to watch it any more. This was... too embarrassing!
Leng Yuchan was even more embarrassed. Her pretty face had turned purple, and she was clicking her toes so hard that she almost tore her deerskin boots to pieces.

This is because she lacks the corresponding experience.

Leng Yuchan lived in the palace since she was a child, and then went to work in the Privy Council.

She knows a lot of things that ordinary people don't understand, but she has never come into contact with common sense that many people understand.

Does she need to show her badge in a condescending manner to others in the palace?
When she accompanied the empress and concubines out of the palace to burn incense and visit relatives, did she need to show her badge to others?
She works in the machine room and never has to leave the yamen to do anything in person. It's always others who come to see her. Does she need to reveal her identity to them?

Therefore, her immaturity in this regard is not even as good as that of Ya Ge who has been hanging around in the market.

Deacon Yu picked up the badge from the tea bowl, shook off the tea, and took a closer look. He saw the words "The Speed ​​Room of the Privy Council of the Great Song Dynasty" clearly visible above the exquisitely carved pattern.

(End of this chapter)