Chapter 36: The playboy travels the world

"But I heard the train rumbling and rumbling away..." Ma San's storytelling emphasizes both sound and emotion. He doesn't like to stand behind the storytelling desk according to the rules, but he likes to walk around the tea room in the hall with folding fans. However, this book is spitting everywhere, but it cannot attract tea guests. The guests drink tea and chat, chatting by themselves. There is no "magic" storytelling in this world, and everyone is not interested. If Ma San had paid a few cents of silver for the teahouse, and the former Mr. Red Mouth, I'm afraid the shopkeeper would have driven him away long ago.

Sitting by the window at the table, Ye Zhao couldn't help but yawn. It turned out that what he wrote was quite boring and it didn't matter what he heard.

Yesterday, the imperial edict had arrived at the Prince's Manchu Mansion. Ye Zhao confirmed his identity as the deputy commander of Guangzhou Manchu. As for the five-port co-organizer, he had a bit of an imperial envoy and was very disciplined. Therefore, the deputy commander was also considered a regular eight-er-class official, and gave Ye Zhao a second-class flaw.

Before leaving Beijing, Ye Zhao came to the overpass again. After hearing a passage from Ma San, he couldn't help but shake his head. This made people feel really discouraged and lost.

On the left side of the square table was Alhatu, the iron tower was full of toughness, but sat down next to half of the butt, and the posture was indescribable.

The person sitting on the right was Ruyi. Like Alhatu, he changed into cloth shirts and a small blue cloth floral jacket. He was pretty and charming. There were no good women in such a city teahouse. Occasionally, a few secret prostitutes came to show off their charm but how could they have such charm? In addition, most of the tea guests were rough people at the bottom, so they looked over frequently. Many men's eyes were almost unscrupulous, which made Ruyi's face slightly warm. What might it be to come out to serve his master? What is the little embarrassment?

Ye Zhao didn't take Rui Sier to take Rui Sier because Rui Sier was whispering no matter where he went. There were many people here. If he was disrespectful to him, Rui Sier went up to slap people. He came out to relax, not seeking anger, nor to bully people.

I originally thought that Alhatu and Ruyi would ask some advice after listening to the "New Storybook" written by themselves, but now there is no need to ask. Alhatu is like a wooden man. Since Ruyi entered this teahouse, she has been busy wiping tables, chairs, benches, teapots and tea bowls. Her handkerchiefs are dirty and greasy. Seeing that she was holding the tea bowl that she had missing, she was even more frightened and fussed, so she almost snatched it to disinfect.

"Master! You are lucky!" Ma San came over to hit Qian embarrassedly. Shu said awkwardly, as if he was three points shorter. He was just relying on this ability to make a living.

Ye Zhao put away the folding fan and lit the table, meaning that Ma San sat opposite him. Ma San had seen a female relative for a long time. He knew that this young master was not an ordinary person. He guessed that the female relative was a slave of the young master. Despite this, Ma San did not dare to sit down and smiled and said, "Ma San lost his skills. Sorry, Ma San had no shame to sit, and he didn't dare to sit."

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "You can't blame you, we've said it a long time ago, right? If you want to blame me, you have to blame me. I force you to lose your skills and I have no face."

He said again: "Sit down, Ruyi, pour a bowl of Gao Mo for Master Ma San."

Mashan carefully sat down next to half of his butt. When he saw Ruyi pouring tea, he stood up like a fire. He took the tea bowl with both hands to thank the tea, but he didn't dare to look at Ruyi.

If the world is so unfair, Ma San has never touched a woman's hand before. His biggest luxury in the past twenty years is to marry a wife, even if her face is full of pockmarks?

Of course, Ma San had no unfair thoughts, even if he had no envy, his only thought was how to do the errands assigned by the young master in front of him beautifully.

Ye Zhao shook the folding fan, frowned and pondered for a while, and said, "You are like this, you add some heroic dramas to the world. I'm about to leave Beijing. I'll take the time to write tomorrow, but I can't write much. You can take it to study it, and just think about the others yourself. Okay, you'll know after reading my head." Ye Zhao's mind has faded now, but now teahouses are the main place for the lower class people to receive education and acquire knowledge. It's not bad to tell them about things outside.

I thought that stories like the Seven Heroes and Five Righteousness could be added. As for the situation in Western countries, they could only be introduced little by little in storytelling, so that the public can not be heard of the heavenly book, and can also be subtly accepted.

As soon as Ye Zhao started, Ma San put down the tea bowl and sat upright and listened. He smiled and said, "My new idea must be clever. Ma San will listen to you!"

Ye Zhao smiled, thought about it and took out a few silver notes from his sleeve, picked a large 100 taels and pushed it to Ma San, and said, "I will not be back for a day when I leave Beijing. It will be a year or two. You can keep the silver." Seeing Ma San waved his hands in panic and wanted to say something, Ye Zhao smiled and said, "I won't say polite words, I will take it if I ask you to take it. When I come back, your joke will spread throughout the Sijiu City and there will be a lot of rewards."

"Yes, yes, that's the reward of Ma San!" Ma San hurriedly got up and left the seat, thanking the reward respectfully.

When promoted to the deputy governor of Guangzhou, Ye Zhao did not deliver films to the giants of the Military Affairs Office, nor did he visit the officials of the six ministries. He was not like the socializing and socializing of later officials, and made his small circle bigger and bigger. From the Yongzheng Dynasty, he was very wary of the exchanges between the royal family and the important officials in the capital. Secondly, under the imperial power system, Xiaohe had just revealed her sharp corners and left people with an excuse to form a party, so how could she be valued?

And Ye Zhao also knew that in this era, there was only one person who could really determine your life, death, honor and disgrace. As long as he felt that you were loyal and available, some criticism outside was nothing. It was difficult for the ministers who praised him well in the court to be favored. As the so-called mediocre masters are famous ministers!

In the East Warehouse of Jiachun Garden, Fujin's eyes were red and he kept wiping his tears. If he had just been to Shanghai for an imperial envoy, he probably thought that his son would come back sooner or later. Then, if he wanted to meet his son again after he was released this time, he really didn't know when he would be.

The concubine wiped her tears and said, "If not, otherwise, if she asked you to go and talk, and he wouldn't feel sorry for you when he went so far? There were hot flashes in the south and there were many ants and insects. Isn't this going to suffer?"

Ye Zhao, born at the age of 19 in the concubine, is not confused now, but she is naturally beautiful and bright, and looks at most beautiful in her early thirties, elegant and elegant. But when something happened to Ye Zhao, she becomes a crying little woman, as if she was exiled to become an official in the south, which makes Ye Zhao both funny and distressed.

"Mom, Guangzhou is also a world of colorful things, and children will not suffer." Ye Zhao said a little helplessly. After more than a hundred years of time, how much is unprofitable? Parents are afraid that they will feel disappointed when they hear it. But in front of their mother, they are justified. If you want to say something that you should work hard to become a great person, you will be so worried that your mother will be so sad that she will be so angry.

Aunt Zhao next to her also advised her that she was naturally very grateful to Ye Zhao, but the rules in the mansion were strict and she did not dare to reveal this gratitude. She just gave Ye Zhao a basket of fresh fruits in private.

If she really got close to Ye Zhao, she was afraid that she would not have a peaceful life after being jealous of the prince and the concubines.

Seeing that the concubine was crying, Ye Zhao thought for a while and smiled and said, "Mom, otherwise you would go to Guangzhou with me and let Ama leave him alone."

"Go!" Sure enough, Fujin burst into tears and smiled, glared at Ye Zhao, and said, "How sad is he to hear this bastard?"

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "As long as my mother is happy, Ama will be happy. In Ama's heart, Mom is the biggest!"

The concubine gave Ye Zhao a look, but was amused by her son. She didn't know how other princes got along with her parents, but her son always felt different and spoke freshly. Whether it was the prince or herself, she was always coaxed by him.

The concubine wiped the corners of her eyes, but remembered something again. Honghong looked at Ye Zhao with red eyes and asked, "Then, should you buy your new house ready-made one or we can start it yourself."

Ye Zhao knew that the concubine did not understand the affairs of the officialdom. He wanted to say that the Qing Dynasty's official system, regional evasion and other systems were extremely strict, and officials should not buy real estate in the place of work. Of course, he was not a provincial prefecture and county official. Although he went to Guangzhou to live in the yamen on weekdays, buying a house was not a big deal. However, it would be too eye-catching to buy a new house with great fanfare.

However, in order to ease the wish of the concubine, Ye Zhao could only smile and said, "Don't worry, my mother, I will buy a big house, which is more luxurious than Chufeng Garden."

The concubine nodded slightly and said, "Don't be reluctant to give money. Let's take you how much money there is in the treasury of Hafeng's house." Hafeng's house is the number one in charge of the Zheng Wangfu, which is commonly known as the "big manager". Although the chief is the steward of the royal palace and the highest official sent by the Ministry of Internal Affairs to the royal palace, in fact, the chief is never from the royal palace and only shows up when there are major weddings and funerals in the royal palace. Therefore, the chief is the real steward of the royal palace.

Ye Zhao nodded with a funny look and said, "Okay, okay, it depends on you. Don't worry, even if you don't say it, I can bring enough money."

But the concubine remembered something again and asked, "Will Rong'er go with you now?"

"Zhou Yueyue" is not yet here, Ye Zhao thought for a while and said, "She stayed by you and Ama to fulfill his filial piety for me. I can rest assured if she is here." If you want to talk about Rong'er, Ye Zhao really believes that she can take care of Prince Fujin in every detail. Although in her eyes, she is a little bean sprout, pretending to be an adult all day long, she is cute and tight. But Ye Zhao has to admit that as a wife, this little guy is extremely capable of fulfilling his duties and can get full marks with the standards of any era.

"No, no, you are filial to us if you bring her by your side!" The concubine shook her head repeatedly, and Aunt Zhao pursed her lips and smirked.
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