Water Margin official

That's right, Zhang Zhengdao shamelessly copied Li Qingzhao's famous poem that has been praised throughout the ages.

This song "Slow Voice·Xun Xun Mi Mi" was composed by Li Qingzhao after the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty and his journey to the south to express the sorrow of the country and family, and the end of the world.

Now in the first year of Caizhenghe, there is still some years left before the humiliation of Jingkang, so Zhang Zhengdao felt relieved and wrote it silently, and shamelessly signed his name on the last word card.

However, he had written it, but he forgot the words when he picked up the pen. The characters "Qi" and "恔" were written wrong. After correcting them, it took him a long time to remember how to write them.

In addition, the calligraphy is not good, so this song that has been sung for thousands of years, when written on paper, is really messy, smeared, and really unsightly.

But this piece of paper has become Dong Jin'er's treasure at this moment. He holds it carefully in his hand and is reluctant to put it down.

Looking blankly at this poem, Dong Jin'er was still mumbling to herself. She didn't even hear Dong's mother's shouts downstairs.

"Sister Jin, why did the official leave in such a hurry? Have you forgotten what your mother warned you? In Qinghe County, this family is a wealthy family with a fortune. If you can marry into it, in this life,

I will ensure that you have no worries about food and clothing." Dong's mother said and went upstairs.

I was really angry and angry when I saw Dong Jiner holding a piece of torn paper in a daze.

What I was angry about was that Sister Jin was really disobedient. She spoke coldly to the second official of the Zhang family and was not very enthusiastic, so she drove him away so quickly.

What makes me angry is that you, a kiln girl who is ready to be a slave girl, are so interested in this kind of thing.

If you know a few words and memorize a few sour poems, you can eat them?

Mother Dong stepped forward and snatched the rice paper from her hand.

Dong Jin'er didn't realize it until this moment, then he folded his arms to protect the piece of paper and said angrily: "My affairs are none of your business."

After saying that, he walked around the screen and went to lie down on the bed in the back room.

But in his hand, he still held the poems written by Zhang Zhengdao and recited them in a low voice.

When Mother Dong saw her like this, she was so angry that she almost shed tears. After a long while, she stamped her feet and went downstairs.

But Zhang Zhengdao walked out of the Dong family's door and didn't find the loser Zhang Liu. He didn't know where to go for a while, so he strolled along Zishi Street.

When I reached an intersection, I suddenly saw a small building standing at the end of the street.

This building, from the looks of it, should have three floors, with a brick and wood structure. It's so impressive.

It's just that it's close to the street and has a good location, but no one is seen coming in or out, which is strange.

Zhang Zhengdao walked closer, and when he got closer, he realized that this was a restaurant.

Looking up, I saw three large gold-lacquered characters "Linqing Tower" written on the plaque.

When I stepped inside, I saw dozens of tables and chairs arranged inside, with diners in groups of twos and threes. The waiter was hiding at the counter and was lazy, and did not come forward to greet the guests.

Business is bleak!

Zhang Zhengdao chose a seat next to the stairs to the second floor and sat down. He knocked on the table with his hand and shouted: "Man, we have a guest."

The waiter looked up and saw Zhang Zhengdao, but he was not enthusiastic. He walked over slowly and asked, "What would you like to eat?"

"What do you have here?" Zhang Zhengdao asked.

The waiter said lazily: "As long as you have money, you can cook any dish."

Yes, asking is like asking in vain.

Zhang Zhengdao said helplessly: "Then order two of your store's signature dishes."

The waiter turned back to the kitchen and shouted: "One plate of roasted mutton, one portion of minced chicken kidneys and kidneys."

Zhang Zhengdao asked again: "If you have any good wine, let me have a pot!"

The clerk replied: "Qingzhou Choimi wine, Qizhou Shunquan wine, Yanzhou Lotus sake, Caozhou Yinguang wine, Yunzhou Fengqu wine, Weizhou Zhongyang wine, Dengzhou Zhaoxia wine, Laizhou Yuye wine, Shanzhou almond wine, Dezhou

Bilin wine, plus exclusive secret recipe lotus wine."

After announcing this long list of wine names, the waiter’s face didn’t turn red or his heart skipped a beat. He really had a good tongue.

Zhang Zhengdao didn't remember a few, so he ordered the last exclusive recipe: "Then let's have a pot of lotus wine."

The guy went to get some drinks.

Zhang Zhengdao looked at the diners at the previous two tables. They were all eating in silence, not talking to each other.

It is a good habit to eat without talking and sleep without talking! Zhang Zhengdao secretly lamented the high quality of these diners.

The restaurant environment is okay, but I don’t know what it’s like upstairs.

After waiting for a while, the waiter poured the wine and placed it on the table. He then went to get the bowls, chopsticks and a wine glass. After placing them, he turned to the kitchen and brought out the two dishes that had been prepared.

, said: "Your Majesty, please use it with caution."

Zhang Zhengdao looked at the appearance of the dishes and found that they were okay. One good thing about the Song Dynasty was that the people were wealthy and the people were well fed and well clothed.

If Zhao Ji were not frivolous and could not rule the world, if he were replaced by an emperor with stronger business ability, he would definitely not be able to suffer the disgrace of Jingkang.

It’s just this history, there are no what-ifs.

I tasted the two dishes separately and found them to be quite good. I took another sip of lotus wine and it was fragrant in my mouth.

Yes, Zhang Zhengdao feasted happily.

After just eating for a while, I heard the sound of tables, chairs and benches hitting the floor upstairs, and then I saw the two tables of guests in the lobby paying for their meals in a hurry and running out as if they were running for their lives.

The waiter in the store was not surprised. He took the money on the table and saw Zhang Zhengdao still eating leisurely. He couldn't help but asked strangely: "Sir, why don't you run away quickly?"

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Zhang Zhengdao was confused and asked: "What you are asking is strange, why should I run if nothing happens?"

The waiter pointed his finger upstairs and replied: "Didn't you hear that? The fight started again."

Zhang Zhengdao was even more surprised and asked: "I'll hit you if you hit me. What does it have to do with me?"

The waiter saw that he was indifferent and did not persuade him. He shook his head and hid behind the counter.

Zhang Zhengdao continued to eat the food and wine, but suddenly, a black figure fell down from the stairs.

It was impartial and hit the table where he was eating.

With a "click", the wooden table could not withstand the force and shattered.

When the cups and plates on the table shattered, the soup and water inside splashed all over Zhang Zhengdao, leaving a mess.

Zhang Zhengdao, who was holding up his chopsticks and sitting on a long stool, was a little stunned when he looked at the big man groaning in pain at his feet.

Under what circumstances did you fall from the building?

Zhang Zhengdao looked back at the stairs, and then he saw another figure flying down from above, hitting the ground hard, and wailing loudly.

The waiter hiding behind the counter shook his head and sighed: "Oh, we have to make the tables and chairs again. We have made them three times this month."

Before he finished speaking, he saw another black shadow flying down from upstairs and hitting the ground.

The three big men suffered a heavy fall and suffered severe injuries, but they were still alive, but they were all lying on the ground in excruciating pain.

"Wu Song, you are drunk and causing trouble again, and you are facing lawsuits as usual, and you want to ask your poor elder brother to take care of everything and wait for the government to deal with it?"

I heard an angry shout coming from upstairs.