A powerful minister of the Song Dynasty

Chapter 18 He Doesn't Look Like a Reader
The name Qu Ze was given by Song Xuan. He thought about it:

"Shi Er Lang, I want to eat pork elbow."

"all."

Song Xuan naturally agreed.

He asked the waiter to go to Zhang the butcher to order some pork elbows and stew them when he came back.

night.

Mugwort was burning in the yard to drive away annoying mosquitoes.

Qu Ze bit into the stewed pork elbow and told Song Xuan about his experiences in Nanjing while eating.

The most special thing is the rumor of the Hat Demon Case, which has lasted for a long time.

When Wang Zeng was the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, he happened to hear the rumor of the hat monster case. He directly ordered that all the gates of Songcheng be opened at night.

Whenever the hat monster appears, kill him immediately. Whenever there are rumors, arrest and interrogate him, not missing a single detail.

But in the end, there was no result.

Like a hat, it appears at night, glows, and moves extremely fast?

When these features were combined, Song Xuan subconsciously felt that the cliff looked like a UFO.

Unfortunately, no one understood Song Xuan’s joke, and he wouldn’t tell anyone about it.

Song Xuan subconsciously believed that such things were all man-made.

As for Wang Zeng, who showed great power in Yingtian Prefecture, he is now the prime minister in the court.

Wang Zeng had been kicked out of the imperial court, but now he has grown up when he returned, and he is not like Yan Shu.

Song Xuan also said this while eating his pork elbow.

They are at the age when they are just grown up and can even bankrupt their fathers.

After eating two elbows, Song Xuan still felt unsatisfied, but he had already eaten a pear to relieve his greasiness.

Qu Ze ate three pork elbows and drank some cold soup, then finally burped and washed his hands.
"When does Shi Er Lang plan to leave this place?"

"In a few days, you won't have to go back and forth to Nanjing anymore." Song Xuan responded.

"My adoptive father told me to follow you. Staying in Lema Town as a beggar has no future. There are also betting sites in Nanjing City. Twelve Lang can use me."

"Xiao Qu, that would be great."

Song Xuan responded, "In the future, any news will be conveyed more promptly, making it easier to do things."

Xiao Qu knew what interest exchange meant very early on. All these principles were taught to him by his adoptive father, Gang Master Cao.

Moreover, his adoptive father also specifically told him that he should follow Song Xuan in the future and maybe he would be able to make it.

Get up early, read, and write.

After years of hard work, Song Xuan no longer has to worry about food and drink.

He passed the imperial examination and became a Jinshi.

It is Song Xuan’s biggest goal at the moment.

Not to mention the treatment Fan Jin received after passing the imperial examination, but it was still superior to others and could save him a lot of trouble.

When Song Xuan was still reading the Spring and Autumn Annals and came across Cao Gui's debate on war, he learned this article.

"Is Twelve Lang here?"

Hearing the shouts downstairs, Song Xuan stuck his head out of the window:
"Zhao San, what's wrong?"

"Shi Er Lang, your second brother owes my family a debt, and I've come to collect the debt with the IOU."

"My father is not dead yet, go find him."

Zhao San was choked by Song Xuan, but he was not angry:
"Your father is not home. I heard that you are going to sell this drink shop. Why not sell it to our Zhao family at a low price? It can be regarded as a way to settle the debt."

Song Xuan sneered: "Thinking about your young father's good things!"

"Hey."

"Even if I close the shop, I won't pay my second brother's debt. If you have the guts, kill him and I'll report him to the authorities.

If the price is right, I'll sell the shop to your master. If you try to take advantage of the situation, I'll just close the shop and not let you, you bastard, get away with it."

Zhao San had heard from his second brother Song Xuan that the shop was going to be sold. It was such a good business, but it was ruined by that bastard of his second brother.

But if it is handed over to me, I will definitely make a fortune every day.

Now hearing Song Xuan's vulgar words, Zhao San pointed his finger:

"Song Twelve, you're a scholar, but you keep calling me 'I'. I really despise you."

"Zhao San, are you worthy enough to look up to me?"

Song Xuan snorted and laughed: "Don't try to bully me here, you don't deserve it."

Zhao San swallowed subconsciously, and the ambition that had just risen up subsided a lot.

Whether it was the police, the local bullies, or the neighbors, they were so willing to listen to Song Twelve's reasoning because Song Twelve had used his fists to reason at a young age.

Because he really doesn't look like a scholar. He is worse than a bully and worse than a bandit.

Zhao San has been hanging out on the streets since he was a child and has come into contact with many scholars. Those scholars suffered losses because they were really tongue-tied, spoke little, were introverted, and had good hearts, making them easy to be manipulated by him.

Of course, there are also many scholars with bad intentions, and Zhao San has encountered them all.

He had never seen such a unique scholar as Song Xuan.

When it comes to loyalty, he is more loyal than even a gangster like him.

What people pay attention to is that the host eats the meat and I drink the soup.

But he, Song Xuan, really eats meat, and the men who follow me have to eat meat too. Who the hell told you to drink soup?

Damn it, there is no place to seek justice.

Zhao San was actually a little envious, but Song Xuan didn't want to establish his own school and insisted on reading some books.

Can he be admitted to Yingtianfu College?

But Zhao San heard that Song Xuan had studied in the Song family's private school for eight years, but still ranked last in the exams, and even the boys behind him scored higher than him.

If you don't study and just start your own school, won't you make a lot of money?

Zhao San felt that Song Xuan was not cut out for study. He chose the most difficult path instead of the easy one.

If he left Lema Town, those young girls and wives would definitely be bewitched by his student-like appearance.

Unfortunately, he could never become a real Jinshi.

This is also the reason why Song Xuan’s second brother is a bad gambler and has not had his fingers chopped off for so many years.

Zhao San took a deep breath and told himself that Song Twelve was probably about to leave here.

Otherwise, I wouldn't sell this shop.

It was his stupid second brother who was so clueless as to think that this shop would lose money.

However, if Song Xuan fails to get into Yingtianfu Academy and has to return to Lema Town in the future, he will have to work for my Zhao family.

When Zhao Sanjiu thought of this, he felt that the deal was not a loss, and a smile appeared on his face again:
"Shi Er Lang, I'll go in and have a talk. Peace always brings wealth."

"Come up."

After Zhao San made it clear, everyone around him knew that Song Shier was going to sell the shop, and they were all stunned for a moment.

Zhao San entered the room and saw many books on Song Xuan's desk. He raised his eyebrows:

"Shi Er Lang, are you still studying?"

"Say something quickly."

Zhao San looked at Song Twelve's muscular upper body. This kid should be doing a thug's job, why did he choose to study?

"I'm here on my master's orders to discuss the purchase of this cold paste shop with Twelve Lang. I wonder what price Twelve Lang is willing to pay?"

Song Xuan stretched out his hand and gestured, "Six hundred strings of cash."

"what?"

Zhao San's eyes widened suddenly:
"Shi Er Lang, don't ask for too much. You should know that the monthly salary of the prime minister in this dynasty is only three hundred strings of cash."

"Which shop in Lema Town can sell it for a hundred guan? That's already an extremely high price. Are you here to tease me?"

(End of this chapter)