A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

Since a brothel has the word "lou", it must have more than one floor.

Why build two floors?

It is said that it was only one floor in the beginning, but later the female prostitutes stood outside and showed off, which was very unbearable.

At that time, ordinary people did not have the money to spend money in places like this.

So who is the main force?

Officials, merchants, gentry and scholars.

These people want to seduce women, but also want to build a memorial for themselves, so naturally they have to be more elegant.

Where there is demand, there is a market. Those old bustards have kept pace with the times and built a second or even third floor. As soon as you enter, you will see the lobby. Looking at the grandeur, you have to go upstairs if you want to.

This way we have privacy and it looks more elegant, how nice is it?

"Wang Yuanwai..."

The madam waved her handkerchief at a man who looked very majestic. The man coughed dryly and said, "I'm just tired from walking. Is there any tea in there? I'll leave after I drink it."

"Yes, yes! There is good tea, it smells great!"

The madam came out ambiguously, and then heard the shouts of the women on the second floor, and couldn't help but look outside.

Several women on the second floor were shaking handkerchiefs, and the handkerchiefs slowly fell down.

"Langjun, be careful!"

Wen Xiaozhong suddenly appeared and his body jumped up suddenly.

He grabbed a handkerchief with his right hand and waved it away with his left hand again, grabbing another handkerchief.

But the third handkerchief floated down again.

And Wen Xiaozhong's hand can't reach it.

After hearing the news, I saw him turn over and magically hook the handkerchief with his right foot. When he landed, the handkerchief was picked up and grabbed.

He lowered his head and sniffed the three handkerchiefs and said, "It's not poisonous."

"Where did all the poison come from?"

Shen An felt that his nerves were getting too high.

"The scent is different, the lady will ask."

Wen Xiaozhong threw away the handkerchief and sneezed a few times.

Well!

Shen An felt that this reminder was very timely.

When he turned around, he saw an excited young man.

Looks familiar?

"Mr. Shen..."

Wu Zheng looked at Shen An, remembering what Shen An said to everyone at that time, and then thinking about his experience of running into walls everywhere, he couldn't help crying.

"What's going on here?"

The more Shen An looked at him, the more familiar he looked: "I remember that you seem to be one of the censors? What is your name?"

"Wu Zheng." Wu Zheng wiped away his tears, a little stunned.

"Wu Zheng..." Shen An thought for a while. He had an impression of this person, as if Fu Bi came to see him. "Is your family related to the Prime Minister?"

Shen An really had no interest in such a nepotistic censor. He was also carrying an oil paper bag in his hand, which contained snacks for his family.

Warm grilled tofu! Go home and get some homemade secret chili sauce to dip it in. Once you take a bite, it will be charred on the outside and tender on the inside. The chili sauce and tofu will explode...

Then there was a small pot of fermented wine, which was light. Seeing his wife, children and sister eating sweetly beside him, Shen An felt satisfied as the head of the family.

"yes."

Wu Zheng remembered Fu Bi's attitude earlier and couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"Why are you back?"

Shen An felt that he should not appear in Bianliang at this moment.

"Your Majesty..."

Wu Zheng talked about his experience, and Shen An's attitude changed from impatient to serious without knowing it.

He squinted at the bustling surroundings and listened carefully to the daily routine of local officials.

"...Xiaguan went to Yushitai first, but Zhongcheng refused to take action."

Wu Zheng looked frustrated.

Shen An said: "Tang Jie doesn't want to stir up a hornet's nest."

Not everyone has that decisive attitude.

"Later I went to find the rich prime minister..."

Shen An clasped his hands and said, "The rich prime minister's life in the Privy Council is pretty good, but he will not get involved in such matters."

Any prime minister would be cautious in matters like this, and would even shelve this issue.

"Yes." Wu Zheng said helplessly: "The lower official said before he came out that he would impeach Feng Yaozu, but this time he has no face to go back."

Shen An looked at him and asked, "Where will you stay at night?"

Wu Zheng shook his head, "The official is in a state of confusion..."

Have you lost your ability to judge normally?

Shen An said: "Xiao Zhong, take him and settle him down."

Wu Zheng raised his head and said, "Mr. Shen, please help me with this matter."

This young man is very impatient!

Shen An smiled and said, "Go and rest."

This matter is just stirring up a hornet's nest. Do you want to poke the official's lungs overnight?

If Zhao Shu knew this, he would definitely have a splitting headache.

Wu Zheng followed Wen Xiaozhong to the inn and settled down in a daze. He lay on the bed, thinking about the difficulty of this matter, so he covered his head with the quilt and started sobbing.

After crying for a long time, he got up and sat down in front of the desk, shivering with cold.

"Since you said you want to impeach him, let's file a memorial!"

He opened the door to find his assistant and borrowed the Four Treasures of the Study.

The lights flickered and he was writing furiously.

The anger in his heart turned into words at this moment, turned into swords and guns, and stabbed at the ugliness in the officialdom.

He wrote hundreds of words eloquently, then suddenly raised his head and murmured: "I wrote memorials before, but they were lost in the sea. What's the use of writing them now? Those people will definitely lose them when they see this kind of thing."

After seeing the attitudes of Tang Jie and Fu Bi, he realized that his judgment was wrong.

No one supported his move, and everyone thought he was a big trouble.

So why did I write this?

He picked up the paper, looked at the dripping ink stains, and suddenly tore it with all his strength.

Gasps echoed in the room, and bits of paper were flying.

"Fake, it's all fake!"

He waved his arms in agony.

"Jun Gong Shen also refuses to support someone. He is the most daring person in the Song Dynasty. He does not dare to touch this matter. Is this matter impossible?"

Wu Zheng looked up, tears streaming down his face.

"No, there is another way!"

He stood up with bright eyes and said, "Dengwengu!"

"I want everyone in the world to know about this, and I will risk my life to do so!"

Dengwen Drum was not invented by the Song Dynasty, but it was carried forward by the Song Dynasty.

In the Song Dynasty, Dengwen Drum was an artifact.

The earliest Dengwen drum was used for important events. You can beat it when you have important events.

But during the reign of Emperor Taizu of the Song Dynasty, one hundred people suddenly went to beat the drum. At that time, the people were afraid of dealing with the government, let alone beating the Dengwen drum, which was said to be heard by the government, so this person attracted onlookers.

After this man beat the Dengwen drum, an official asked him what happened. The man said that his pig was lost...

You actually want to ask the officials to help you find pigs?

The officials were mostly devastated, but Emperor Taizu was very pleased, saying that the people actually came to ask me to help him find pigs, which showed that there was no injustice among the people.

After that, the Dengwen Drum became a strange thing. Seeing that the officials were harmonious, the common people started beating the drum for all kinds of trivial matters, which made the officials in Dengwen Drum Court miserable for a while.

And Wu Zheng relies on precedent!

In the early years of Duangong's reign, someone beat drums and complained to Prime Minister Li Fang: "The Khitan, the old enemy in the north, has the intention of invading the south. Li Fang does not build borders and only knows how to compose poems and entertain."

Emperor Taizong of the Song Dynasty dismissed Li Fang as his right servant.

This is a complaint that Zaifu doesn't do serious business, and all he does all day is bragging, drinking, and playing with women.

Emperor Taizong took action, this is the ancestral rule.

Wu Zheng rewrote a document with a long list of names on it.

Han Qi, Zeng Gongliang, Bao Zheng...

The names of dozens of important ministers did not shine on it, but were overshadowed.

He stood there and said resolutely: "I will shrink back. Even though there are tens of thousands of people, I will go!"

His mood was so agitated that he could no longer sleep, so he sat there until the early hours of the morning.

When the cockcrow was heard outside, Wu Zheng went out to wash up and then prepared to go to Xuandemen.

Dengwen Drum Courtyard is located at Xuandemen, and it will shock Bianliang today.

It was getting twilight, so he ate cooking cakes as he walked. He also bought a bowl of hot soup and drank it, which made him feel warm all over.

"There is hot sauce in this soup!" the vendor said confidently: "My hot sauce was taught by Duke Shen himself, and it tastes exactly like the Shen family's hot sauce!"

Whenever food is mentioned, everyone will think of Shen An.

The Shen family's hot sauce is so famous that even the palace would order some from time to time for the nobles to enjoy.

There was a diner sitting next to him eating soup cakes. Hearing this, he said, "You like to brag. Duke Shen is a versatile man in both civil and military affairs. He either goes on expeditions or works for the government. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net is even better than the prime ministers and ministers. He is so busy, how can he have time to teach you how to make hot sauce?"

The hawker was at a loss for words, and then argued: "Back then..."

The diner was a sharp-edged person, and he immediately jumped on the conversation: "When the hot sauce came out, Duke Shen had already been re-employed by the late emperor. Where did you learn from him?"

The hawker was completely defeated.

At this time, the man opposite the diner raised his head and said, "His hot sauce is not bad."

The diner said disdainfully: "Have you ever tasted Duke Shen's hot sauce?"

The man nodded, "I have eaten."

The diner sneered: "You are quite capable of bragging, but those are the best bus drivers in Shen County, the king, Wang Yu, Zhe Kexing, Su Shi... which one are you?"

The man chuckled and said, "I am neither."

"Then what are you bragging about?"

The diners immediately found the commanding heights.

"Mr. Shen?"

Wu Zheng was shocked to find that the man was Shen An.

The sky was dim, and the people looked a little blurry, but if you looked carefully, you could still make them out.

When Shen An saw it was him, he smiled and said, "Let's eat together."

Wu Zheng wanted to say that he had eaten, but by some mistake, he ordered another bowl of soup cake.

The diner raised his hands in embarrassment: "I didn't know it was you."

"It's nothing." Shen An said kindly: "Everyone just said a few words, what are you apologizing for?"