Female-male sex: Salted fish forced to rise to prominence

As soon as Mr. Bei Mo left, those who were smart enough started chatting with Su Yu. Some of them exchanged names, and some even made appointments to discuss academic matters in the future.

After all, everyone will take the imperial examinations and become an official in the future, and sooner or later they will meet in the officialdom. Knowing each other from humble beginnings will become a network in the future, and it will be easier to make friends with them than with ordinary people.

Su Yu also accepted everyone who came to him. After all, more friends meant more opportunities. For a veteran like him who had been in the workplace for many years, he knew the importance of connections.

In such occasions, although not all the people you meet will be of good character, it doesn't matter. As the saying goes, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and time reveals a person's true character.

The shopkeeper finally announced: "The poetry competition has ended perfectly."

After the meal, the onlookers left one after another, and the restaurant returned to its normal state.

Seeing Su Yu surrounded by students like a star, Song Xuanzhi and the other two were jealous but helpless, so they planned to leave quietly without even saying hello to Su Yu.

Little did they know that as soon as they reached the door, the three of them were blocked by the waiter at the door.

The waiter first said respectfully and attentively: "Mr. Song, your table has not paid the bill yet. Please come this way to pay the bill," and then he was about to lead the group to the counter.

Song Xuanzhi's face looked unnatural for a moment. He just felt embarrassed and wanted to leave, so he didn't even remember to pay the bill. Besides, Su Yu always paid the bill for all the dinners he had with her before, so why should he worry about these things?

The three were led by Song Xuanzhi. Song Xuanzhi walked to the counter and asked how much silver it was. Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper who was checking the accounts in front of the counter raised his head.

Shopkeeper Xiao looked up at the newcomer with a smile on his face, "So it's Mr. Song. Wait a moment, I'll calculate it for you."

This Young Master Song was a frequent visitor to Jinling Tower, so he knew him. Moreover, he was the brother-in-law of Yang, the magistrate of Taohua County, and his sister was Yang's favorite concubine. Therefore, Shopkeeper Xiao did not dare to neglect him. Merchants like them were most afraid of the government.

Shopkeeper Xiao placed his plump palm on the abacus, and his fingers flexibly moved the beads, as if he was playing a beautiful music.

The beads flew up and down between the fingers, making a crisp "click, click" sound, like raindrops falling on lotus leaves, which was pleasant to the ears.

Each stroke carries a rhythmic feel that evokes the chirping of cicadas and the sound of breeze through leaves in the summer.

Shopkeeper Xiao's mouth was not idle either. He recited the price of each dish in a low and powerful voice, as if he was an experienced old businessman.

The account book read, "Three tables of signature dishes, sixty taels, four pots of signature Bamboo Leaf Green, twelve taels." He paused slightly after reading this, and then continued, "Add one tael for the private room fee, the total is seventy-three taels of silver.

After confirming that everything was correct, Shopkeeper Xiao showed his eight big teeth and said kindly: "Mr. Song, your total consumption this time is seventy-three taels."

After all, this was a big customer. On weekdays, the average family would only spend ten taels per table, so he had to be more attentive.

Upon hearing this, Song Xuanzhi was stunned and his tongue was tied: "What, what, seventy-three taels?"

He was in disbelief. After all, as the brother-in-law of the county magistrate, his monthly salary was only six taels of silver. In other words, this meal consumed almost a year's salary of his brother-in-law.

Lin Lantian was also shocked. He held the counter with his hands, stretched his neck, and looked at the shopkeeper's abacus. It was indeed seventy-three taels.

Song Xuan liked it but still found it unbelievable, so he began to carefully ask the shopkeeper Xiao about the calculation. The shopkeeper also patiently answered: "There are three tables of banquets, and one table is twenty taels, so three tables are sixty taels. A pot of wine is three taels, so four pots are twelve taels. The cost of the box is one tael, so the total is seventy-three taels."

After the explanation by Shopkeeper Xiao, he smiled generously and said, "How about this, Mr. Song, since you are also a frequent visitor to our house, I will take charge of the small box fee. I will waive it for you and charge you only 72 taels. What do you think?"

After the shopkeeper finished speaking, he waited for a long time, but found that Young Master Song had no intention of taking out the money. He couldn't help but feel puzzled, turned his eyes to Young Master Song, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"This..." The shopkeeper looked at Young Master Song and muttered to himself: Could it be that Young Master Song didn't want to pay? Or did he have other plans? His eyes revealed a hint of confusion, as if he was very confused by Young Master Song's behavior.

It wasn't that Song Xuanzhi didn't want to pay, the truth was, he only brought five taels of silver today. How could he afford it?

Although he seemed to be living a good life, he actually relied on his brother-in-law for support and his sister for some money to pay for his studies. Their family was just a small one with a few acres of land more than an ordinary farming family.

Although he still had one hundred taels of silver in his private savings, that was the money his sister secretly gave him without telling her brother-in-law, so that he could prepare for the next year's examination for the status of a student.

So he turned to look at Han Qin and Lin Lantian, and said in a deep voice: "I didn't bring enough silver today, so take out whatever you have.

Han Qin narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "I went to Baihua Tower a few days ago and wasted my time there."

Lin Lantian's family was a farming and reading family. They usually spent money frugally, using one copper coin as if it were two. They had no silver money at all. He only had one or two taels of silver on him, which he had saved for a long time.

So he lowered his head and said something that no one would believe: "I forgot to bring money when I went out today." He looked like he had no intention of spending a penny.

Song Xuanzhi was so furious that he didn't know how to vent. He had originally planned to rip off Su Yu at Baihualou, but inexplicably, he ended up treating her to a meal.

Now he is treating the guests, but he has to bear the huge amount of money alone. Although he has the money, he doesn't want to spend it.

"Su Yu, yes, Song Yu, he ate so much today, and even opened a table for his servants. He has to bear two-thirds of the cost," Song Xuanzhi thought to himself and said it out loud involuntarily.

So he didn't care about anything else and lost his usual noble demeanor. He rushed over and used his hands to push away the human circle surrounding Su Yu.

Regardless of the consequences, he shouted at Su Yu: "Su Yu, you have eaten so much today, come and pay the bill."

After shouting, he still felt unsatisfied, so he added, "Are you trying to default on your debt?"

He didn't care about Su Yu's reaction and tried to pull his arm. Of course, Su Yu didn't succeed and dodged it flexibly. If there were modern audiences, they would definitely comment, "What a nimble fat man!"

The students around Su Yu were all stunned. It was the first time they saw a scholar who was so disregarding the occasion and behaving so rudely.

They thought that they must stay away from him in the future. After all, bad company breeds bad company. How could a scholar be so ignorant of etiquette?