[Yi Tian] It's not easy to be famous and decent

"Hahaha! To have the Four Heroes of Wudang and the Seven Heroes visit us, Feng Jiapeng will shine!"

Seeing this old man Feng Wenfan, who was dressed in silk and satin and glittering in gold, was holding a wine glass and smiling boldly. Song Qingshu couldn't help but glance at Feng Mozhi who was sitting with him. They are thin and tough, no matter how you look at them, you don't think they are father and son!At this time, it has been nearly a month since Grand Master nodded and agreed to Wudang merchants, and now they have brought fifteen Wudang disciples to escort tea worth 3 taels to Quanzhou. The prestige of Wudang is outside, and the road from Wudang to Quanzhou is actually very peaceful.After arriving in Quanzhou, Feng Mozhi, who was with them, invited them to live in Feng's house.Feng Mo's family is engaged in the lacquerware business in Quanzhou. The Feng family's lacquer has a secret recipe handed down from the ancestors. Brushing on wooden ware can keep the lacquer surface bright and immortal for thousands of years.When he was in Wu, Song Qingshu also saw some daily utensils that Feng Mozhi brought from home, they were indeed exquisite and exceptionally bright like a mirror.It's just that Wudang has always practiced frugality. He lived and ate and lived with Feng Mozhi all these years, and he didn't realize that Feng Mozhi was different from other disciples. Stunning, many of the dishes on the banquet were something he had never heard or seen before.Thinking that a rich man like Feng Mozhi would be willing to live a life of hard martial arts in Wudang, Song Qingshu couldn't help but approve of Feng Mozhi.

"The child has been taken care of by Wudang for many years, but Zhang Daxia has sent a villain to act like a dog and horse! Please drink this cup to the full!"

During the exchange of cups and cups, the fourth master vaguely mentioned the purpose of Wudang's trip. Feng Wenfan highly admired Wudang's righteous deed of sacrificing his life as a businessman to help the victims, and even promised to do his best to help Wudang complete the business.The banquet came to an end with Feng Wenfan's warm hospitality. Song Qingshu was thinking about the business and went back to the wing room, but couldn't sleep comfortably. So he put on his clothes and got up and walked to the garden to disperse the smell of wine, but he saw Feng Mo in a well-dressed Practice swords under the moon.Song Qingshu glanced aside and realized that what he practiced was not Wudang swordsmanship, but family martial arts. Song Qingshu was lucky enough to see the Feng family's family swordsmanship a few months ago. It is the essence of upper class martial arts.Seeing Feng Mozhi's rehearsal now, he found that the moves were extremely incoherent and restricted everywhere, as if a child was gesturing randomly with a long sword without any rules at all.Song Qingshu was suspicious and suddenly remembered that martial arts schools attach great importance to the differences in martial arts, so he hurriedly dodged to avoid it.Feng Mozhi, who had been devoting himself to sword training, also saw Song Qingshu at this time, and immediately drew his sword and called out: "Senior Brother Song, please stay."

Song Qingshu silently sighed in his heart before turning around and saying, "Junior Brother Feng."

Feng Mozhi smiled jokingly, he knew that Song Qingshu was not happy to get along with him, but it was because his teacher came from the same school and he was a senior brother who had to socialize with him.Thinking of how many times I had clashed with him, and now that there is no one around and he still has this respectful and indifferent face, I feel even more annoyed. I just feel that Senior Brother Song is really used to pretending to be a puppet rather than a living person. "Senior brother Song hurt Qi Hai, and now he is not interested in the way of swordsmanship?"

Song Qing was stunned for a long time and didn't know how to answer. If he was interested, he wanted to peek at the teacher?What's the point?

Feng Mozhi didn't need Song Qingshu to answer, he had already seen Song Qingshu's performance. "I see that you are very serious about this transaction. It is very rare to see you practicing swords these days."

Song Qingshu listened to Feng Mozhi's obviously accusatory words, and a strange inexplicable feeling faintly arose in his heart.Are you really qualified to say this kind of reprimand to me?Junior Brother Feng!

"It seems that Senior Brother Song is planning to find another way to become the head of Wudang, but also to be the butler of Wudang to save face."

Where did this come from?Song Qingshu was dumbfounded.

"Nothing!" As if the previous cumbersome articles were just to draw out this sentence, Feng Mozhi scolded these three words loudly, and walked away refreshed.

Song Qingshu looked at Feng Mozhi's back in disbelief, and couldn't make up his mind for a moment whether he should put on the airs of a senior brother and teach this defiant Junior Brother Feng a lesson, or continue to maintain his demeanor and just pretend he heard a few dogs barking just now.Song Qingshu was depressed, when suddenly there were a few snickers from the other side of the garden, it was Mo Shenggu who came out from the shadow.When Song Qingshu saw Mo Shenggu, he said angrily: "Uncle Qi, a gentleman does not bully a dark room!"

Mo Shenggu was not ashamed but said seriously: "I think what Mo Zhi said is not unreasonable."

Song Qingshu was suffocated and didn't dare to speak, but he must know that no matter how noisy Feng Mozhi was, he was always his senior brother. The senior brother in Wudang School has great authority, if Song Qingshu was impatient, he could punish Feng Mozhi for a crime of disrespect at any time based on Feng Mozhi's temper. Said it was Song Qingshu's fault.And Mo Shenggu is not only his uncle, but also his master. Once Mo Shenggu said something in Song Qingshu, he could only stand with his head bowed.

Seeing his obedient appearance of admitting his mistakes, Mo Shenggu couldn't say much for a moment, he just said: "A few days ago, I didn't ask you to practice daily for the purchase of tea, now that you have arrived in Quanzhou, the rest is up to you Fourth Uncle and I take care of the cooking. Starting tomorrow, you will practice for two hours a day without slack. As for what you missed before, you have to make up when you return to Wudang."

Song Qingshu moved his lips, after all, he didn't say anything but nodded in agreement.Originally, he just wanted to come out to get rid of the alcohol, but he was reprimanded by the two of them one after another. Song Qingshu didn't want to linger in the garden any more, and went back to the wing room cross-legged to settle down.After Song Qingshu injured his Qihai, the qi in his dantian was exhausted day by day, no matter how hard he practiced, it would be futile.Feeling a warm current in the dantian due to the flow of inner breath and disappearing like a torrent of broken gates, Song Qingshu couldn't help sighing, got up, sat down at the table, put a pen and ink, picked up a pen and wrote two lines on the paper Words: Jiuyang Shengong, Jiuyin Scripture.These two martial arts essences are the only martial arts that he knows in his previous life and can heal his internal injuries. Zhang Wuji will find the Nine Suns Divine Art, and the Nine Yins Manual will fall into the hands of Zhou Zhiruo.No matter the previous life or present life, Song Qingshu had no friendship with Zhang Wuji and was unwilling to bow his head to Zhang Wuji, so he took a pen and erased the words "Nine Suns Divine Art" repeatedly.In the previous life, if Zhi wanted him to help get rid of Zhang Wuji, he would never have revealed the Nine Yin Scriptures to him, but was willing to teach him the foreign skills in the Nine Yin Scriptures. It was not until his death that he learned about the Nine Yin Scriptures in the conversation between Tai Shifu and his second uncle. The existence of the Yin Scripture, in this life, he has decided that he will never fall in love with Zhou Zhiruo, let alone the Nine Yin Scriptures falling into his hands, and then erased the words "Nine Yin Scriptures", crumpled the paper into a ball and threw it to the corner , Pulled off the bedding and fell asleep.

Although he didn't have any hope of continuing to practice martial arts, Song Qingshu obediently obeyed Mo Shenggu's order, got up early the next day and practiced obediently for an hour with a sword in hand, and sat cross-legged for another hour Watching the inner breath gather and disperse in the dantian.After returning to the wing room to change clothes, Fang Zhenwu broke in and said loudly: "Brother Song, a group of people who claim to be the Haisha Gang came outside and were talking to Fourth and Seventh Senior Uncles."

Song Qingshu put on his coat and came out in surprise, "Haisha Gang?" The Haisha Gang started at the end of the Song Dynasty and originally belonged to the navy of the Southern Song Dynasty. There are 30 to [-] members in the gang, which can be tied with the beggars' gang to rule the roost.However, the Haisha Gang has been encircled and suppressed by the court several times over the years, and now it has gradually declined. Although there are very few good players in the rich and noble gang, they have never had any contact with Wudang. "What are they here for?"

"I saw that they came from unkind people, and they were all wearing leather armor with sabers and swords. Brother Song, do you want to go and have a look?" Fang Zhenwu didn't know the purpose of the Haisha Gang's visit, so he urged Song Qingshu to go and check, seeing that he looked hesitant He urged again, "Let's just listen to a few words outside the hall. If there is anything, we should make preparations early, right? Now that we are not in Wudang, even if the uncle wants to be punished, we have to wait until we go back."

Song Qingshu nodded and walked to the front hall with Fang Zhenwu.As soon as the two arrived at the corridor of the front hall, they saw several other Wudang disciples gathered in the corridor to eavesdrop on the conversation between the fourth and seventh uncles and the visitors.When they saw Song Qingshu appearing, they rushed to tell Song Qingshu what they had overheard.The person who came was the third head of the Haisha Gang, and his family was called Cheng Laosan. Cheng Laosan was the rudder owner of the Quanzhou sub-rudder of the Haisha Gang. In Quanzhou, he not only does private salt business, but also manages all the wharfs in Quanzhou. There are merchants who want to dock in Quanzhou. When Wharf deals with Semuren, he always pays Cheng Laosan a share.Song Qingshu's expression changed, and he was about to enter the front hall to see who Cheng Laosan was who dared to blackmail Wudang, but someone suddenly said in his ear: "Tonight at Xushi, Cheng is setting up a building in the Yanlai Building. Treat everyone in Wudang with a banquet, please honor me! Farewell!" After a while, Cheng Laosan and a group of his subordinates walked on the ground like the ebbing sea.

"Qingshu, come in!" Cheng Laosan raised his voice to call Song Qingshu as soon as he left Zhang Songxi, obviously he had already noticed that they were eavesdropping outside the door.

Under the worried and sympathetic eyes of all the juniors, Song Qingshu stepped into the front hall, saluted and said, "I've seen Mr. Feng, Fourth Uncle, Seventh Uncle."

Feng Wenfan, who was sitting with him, kept saying excuses with a smile, but Zhang Songxi just nodded slightly and said, "Did you hear that?"

Song Qing's expression remained unchanged, and he said honestly: "Although I haven't heard everything, I already know roughly what's going on."

Seeing Song Qingshu's calm and unhurried expression, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Zhang Songxi's mouth. "It was originally your idea that Wudang came here to do business, but how do you deal with the situation now?"

Song Qingshu bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then suddenly turned to Feng Wenfan and asked, "Mr. Feng, I wonder how powerful Cheng Laosan is in Quanzhou? Why did we just arrive yesterday and come to visit today?"

This question seems to have touched Feng Wenfan's heart, he sighed and said: "I'm not afraid of your jokes, my Feng family seems to be doing business here, but it seems to be happy and happy...every family has hard-to-recite scriptures! That sea sand Gang controls all the wharves in Quanzhou, and the labor on the wharf is full of sea sand. If there is no management on weekdays, there is no way to bring the cargo ship to the shore. In addition, he even bribed the Semu people by means of coercion and lure. If he wants to trade with the Semu people, he will definitely win Introduced by someone from the Haisha Gang to the middleman to share the profits, otherwise no one would dare to trade with you. Even if a person with color eyes is not afraid of the Haisha Gang making trouble and is willing to trade with you without the middleman present, the Haisha Gang will not be embarrassed But Semuren can come to make things difficult for you, and Cheng Laosan has hundreds of water ghosts who just dig the bottom of the boat, and let you see that Caihuashui's life is in danger at any time, it's so cruel!"

"Middleman?" Song Qingshu repeated these two words in doubt.

"During the Zhao and Song Dynasties, the middlemen were always appointed by the government, in order to supervise the fairness of the transaction and not to deceive each other. How could the Mongols understand this principle, since the Yuan Dynasty occupied the Central Plains, there was no such rule. Now the middlemen of the Haisha Gang Not only does it ignore whether the transaction is fair or not, but Fenrun only takes our share from the Han people and does not ask for anything from the Semu people, calling them middlemen is really extortion." Feng Wenfan saw that Song Qingshu's expression was ignorant, and he knew nothing about such businessmen. Knowing that, I couldn't help reminding a few sentences. "The Semu people don't speak the same language as our Han people, so we need to find a reliable tongue when doing business. If you trust me, Feng, I can lend you my tongue temporarily."

"In that case, I would like to thank Mr. Feng for his help." Zhang Songxi laughed.

"However, I don't know how much money these people want to share?" Song Qingshu pondered for a moment and asked again.

"Qingshu, why do I act so cowardly in Wudang?" Mo Shenggu couldn't help frowning dissatisfied when he heard the words, and said decisively before Feng Wenfan could answer, "If I don't give you any money, what can he do to me?"

"Seventh Uncle, I'm afraid that the fire at the city gate will affect the fish in the pond. I can leave as soon as the business is over, but Mr. Feng still has to make a living here. What's more, those Semu people are colluding with the Haisha Gang for safety, and I have to bypass it." It may take a lot of trouble for the Haisha Gang to trade with the Semu people. We can wait, but the [-] disaster victims may not be able to wait. We may not pay attention to the good players of the Haisha Gang, but we have to guard against those water ghosts." How could Song Qingshu not understand The truth of the sword and the rivers and lakes is the principle of kindness and hatred, but now behind him are the lives of [-] disaster victims and the hard work of dozens of tea farmers for a year, so how can he be allowed to do whatever he wants regardless of the consequences?

Feng Wenfan nodded repeatedly, wanting to praise Song Qingshu's "meticulous thought" but worried that Mo Shenggu would swallow this sentence in the end, and said: "Usually the share with the middleman is [-]% of the total price of the goods."

"Forty percent?!" Although the gentleman doesn't talk about profit, this figure is obviously far beyond the expectations of everyone in Wudang, and the three people in the front hall shouted at the same time.

"Everyone, don't panic! Semu people are flocking to tea, and Ezhong tea has not appeared in Quanzhou for several years. For this transaction, Feng predicts that the price that Semu people can offer is at least..." Feng Wenfan held out two hesitantly. Finger, after thinking for a while, added another one, and said decisively, "Thirty times the price you bought in Hubei! If the quality of the tea is excellent, it can be even higher."

Zhang Songxi and Mo Shenggu looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. One million taels is indeed a huge amount of money that they have never seen in their life, but the so-called good fortune is hard to give up, and it would be too prestige for Wudang to distribute 100 taels to the Haisha Gang for no reason.Zhang Songxi casually weighed the name card left by Cheng Laosan, and said softly: "All decisions will be made after the banquet tonight."

This trip was led by Zhang Songxi, and Zhang Songxi said nothing about Mo Shenggu and Song Qingshu.Feng Wenfan watched coldly and didn't dare to say much. Whether the Wudang faction and the Haisha gang are strong dragons that can't overwhelm the local snakes or whether the tyrannical dragons can't cross the river, we can see tonight!

The author has something to say: Original characters: Feng Wenfan, the father of Feng Mo, and Cheng Laosan, the leader of the Quanzhou sub-rudder of the Haisha Gang

Middleman: middleman Tongueman: translator