Chapter 478: The gold-selling cave in the county city, the wave of opposition to reform, lack of money

Chen Cang Calendar 291, November 5th

Yan Ling City, there is a famous gold-selling cave called the Shigui Restaurant.

As the name suggests, this restaurant, those who are not of the noble or noble status, don't even have the qualifications to enter the door. This rule alone is enough to reflect the high standard of the restaurant.

The facts are also like this. In a normal restaurant, from the reception and service to the kitchen cooking and wine selling, they are basically slave status or base status, and even the shopkeeper might be the family slave of the restaurant's behind-the-scenes boss, at most they are hired civil status or military status;

In this Shigui Restaurant, even the lowest-level miscellaneous servants and boys are civil status; many of the masters cooking in the back kitchen are from military status; even the singing girls and dancing girls playing music on the first and second floors are basically civil women. Even if there are a few slave status people, they are the best selected from many slave status villages. Appearance, figure, dance skills, music skills, they are all one in ten thousand, or even one in one hundred thousand.

This is secondary. The most famous thing about the Shigui Restaurant is the top third floor.

"The round hall on the third floor, just the seat, even if you don't order anything, one minimum costs 100 taels, and money alone is not enough, you must be of noble status."

"Nonsense, the price of those delicious delicacies is not mentioned, every pot of spirit wine costs at least 3000 taels, even ordinary noble status disciples probably can't afford it, noble status people, don't even think about it."

"I heard people say last time that from the maids serving tea and pouring wine on the third floor to the singing girls and dancing girls selling art, they are either fallen noble status women or the spouses or daughters of the camp leaders who were annexed by our Chen Cang, and there is no one whose identity is simple."

"Tsk tsk, these are all proper golden branches and jade leaves! Drinking a sip of fine wine poured by them personally, and then listening to them singing and playing music face-to-face, what kind of enjoyment is that."

"Let these golden branches and jade leaves serve people, how can they be willing?"

"Humph, not willing? Those fallen noble status women don't say, the family status has already fallen, so naturally they are all for money; as for those spouses and daughters of the camp leaders who were annexed, it is not up to them. In front of our Chen Cang, no matter what golden branches and jade leaves you are, you have to obediently lie down and be a slave. Besides, among these people, those who really have backbone died with those camp leaders long ago, how can they survive until now?"

"Hehehe, what you said is wrong! Being a slave is being a slave, why do you have to let people lie down."

"We are all men, don't pretend, do you dare to say that every time you look up and see those maids on the third floor, there is no dirty thought in your heart?"

"Low-key low-key, hehehe!"

"Collect your dirty thoughts in your heart! Those masters who sell art and offer songs are cultivated by the boss with heavy money. They are usually raised as biological daughters. Slightly worse noble status families can't afford to marry them, not to mention them, just those maids, at least they can marry into military households. We base status people, people won't even look at us."

"Lower your voice lower your voice, you will be beaten to death if heard."

"Yes yes yes, all be quiet."

"There is singing coming down again, be quiet, listen listen..."

At the entrance of the first floor of the Shigui Restaurant, in the area specially parked for carriages, a group of laborers in short clothes were whispering and discussing. From the windows of the top floor that were occasionally opened, beautiful and moving sounds came from time to time. They immediately quieted down and closed their eyes to listen, their expressions incomparably intoxicated.

"Chu Valley is rushing, the mountains are standing green~~~~

Rice and grain fill the fields, cooking smoke wraps around the beams~~~~

The string songs do not stop, the firewood fire spreads long~~~~

The scenery of the hometown, shines with brilliance~~~~"

On the top floor round hall of the restaurant, a girl in a red dress was sitting on the high platform in the middle playing the zither and singing. The melodious singing voice matched with the beautiful zither sound, and the vast majority of people sitting around were listening with their eyes closed, their faces full of intoxication.

After singing a Chu style song, the zither sound passed for three or four breaths before stopping. The girl in the red dress on the stage looked about twenty years old, gently pressed the zither strings, and then stood up slowly.

Her skin was like fat, her face was like jade, a pair of agile and cold beautiful eyes, slightly with a few more strands of charm, the waist-length green silk hung down a small half, the rest was coiled on the top of the head, fixed into a flying fairy bun with exquisite gold butterfly ornaments on the forehead. After standing up, the slender and graceful figure was unobstructed, matched with the cold expression, like Chang'e in the moon, the fairy in the cold palace, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

After she got up, she was clearly looking around at everyone in the audience, but her eyes were full of sincerity, and she couldn't see a trace of perfunctory, making people feel very close.

Seeing that everyone below had gradually come back to their senses, the woman bowed gracefully and said softly: "Feixu thanks everyone for your support."

Clap clap clap clap...

"Du He offers 2000 taels of silver, like hearing fairy music, like hearing fairy music!"

"Zither and song are both excellent, worthy of Master Feixu, Wang Meng offers 3000 taels of silver."

"In my opinion, Master Feixu's zither art can rank in the top five of Yan Ling City, Wu Shiqing asks for a color, offers 8888 taels of silver!"

"No wonder Miss Feixu has been able to retain the title of top courtesan for six months. It was worth it for this young master to travel all the way from Donglin. He Yunchong, offering 6,000 taels of silver!"

As soon as the woman opened her mouth, the hundreds of people below finally came back to their senses completely, and then there was a large burst of applause and cheers.

On the top floor of the Shigui Restaurant, singing girls offer art, usually arranged by the shopkeeper. The prerequisite is that the guests must reach a certain number. As for which singing girl to arrange, it depends on the total offering amount ranking of the previous month.

Generally speaking, the higher the ranking last month, the more opportunities there are to take the stage the following month, and the first-place winner for a single month also receives the title of top courtesan.

Guiding guests to compete for offerings because of jealousy for singing girls, not only makes the singing girl herself popular but also satisfies the guests' psychological needs, and at the same time brings huge profits to the restaurant. This can also be considered a high-level management method.

Miss Feixu, who is performing today, has held the top spot in offerings for six consecutive months and has already secured the title of annual top courtesan. Judging by the endless stream of people competing to offer silver, her reputation is clearly well-deserved.

Dozens of offering sounds rang out one after another. Next to Master Feixu, there was an exquisite silver square table. A group of maids were shuttling among the guests below, constantly bringing the offerings of the rich guests and placing them on the table. In less than a hundred breaths, the white silver ingots piled up into a small tower half a meter high on the table, and the estimated amount was at least 300,000 or more.

"This young master remembers that Master Feixu last played Chu style, it has been half a year. Today, playing the old tune again, when playing to the rice and grain filling the fields and the cooking smoke wrapping around the beams, the zither sound seems to have sorrow. This young master guesses, could it be that Feixu already knows about the millet fields in Lu He Valley, and has feelings in her heart?"

Among the guests, a young master in white holding a sword suddenly stood up and smiled. Everyone around heard the sound and immediately looked over.

Master Feixu on the stage also looked at the young master in white, showing a sweet smile: "Young Master Du really understands music, Feixu admires. Yesterday I heard about the Lu He Valley rebel people, a fire burned a hundred miles of millet fields, the little girl really has feelings, so I borrowed the zither sound to express it, everyone forgive me."

Young Master Du showed off, his face instantly showed a hint of pride, and he was about to speak, but was snatched by another young man in white at the next table.

"Girl Feixu, the word rebel is wrong. Those people in Lu He Valley are all slaves under the rule of our Yan Ling Jurisdiction Office. What kind of people are they?"

"Rebel traitors, tumor of the feudal town!"

"It's just a group of base seeds who were bewitched by the Frost Ash Society and tried to shake the tree like a mantis. The Fangbo is benevolent and has tolerated these base seeds again and again, but they didn't expect them to go from bad to worse. Now they have caused such a big disaster. In my opinion, these slave status villages should be governed strictly and should not be given any chance to turn over."

"In the past ten-plus years, the evil wind of Wei Bo's reform has blown to the three feudal towns. A small group of people has also been affected, trying to imitate Wei Bo's reform, saying what to improve the treatment of slave status people, relax the requirements for civil status, reduce the number of slave status villages, so that the feudal town can be strengthened and my Chen Cang can be strengthened."

"Fart, pure fart. My Chen Cang can have today's prosperous scene, one relies on the Fangbo Lord, two relies on our four classes of noble, noble, military, and civil working together. For two hundred years, we have been conquering east and west, constantly expanding our territory, and capturing more and more slaves for the feudal town, so we have a steady stream of mineral resources such as coal, iron, and silver; we can ensure the low price of cultivation resources such as beast meat, beast blood, and beast bones; we can maintain huge military expenditures; we can ensure that the feudal town has successors and geniuses emerge one after another..."

"Those slave status people, either their ancestors were heinous, or they were born in those precarious scattered camps. If there was no education from my Chen Cang, they would still be living a life of hunger and drinking blood. They have only lived a few good days, and they have started to be greedy again, humph!"

"We didn't let them go to the snow forest to deal with cold beasts and strange monsters, only let them collect and mine, doing things within their power. The Fangbo Shogunate has been good enough to them. Still wanting to ask for more, it is simply pushing an inch!"

"If such crooked theories are allowed to prevail, what will happen?"

"In the final analysis, this evil wind was still brought up by the new Taiyi, Lord Xue Zijing, six years ago. He has been clamoring for reform in front of the Fangbo, Lingyi, and major county governors and city masters for a long time, saying that as long as we imitate Wei Bo's reform, we will be able to change with each passing day, embark on a path of strength, and even unify the Moao River in the future, which is not necessarily a dream..."

"Unifying the Moao River, tsk... Who can't talk big? Furthermore, opening up territory and capturing more and more slaves, can't it make my Chen Cang change with each passing day, become more and more prosperous, and still be able to unify the Moao River in the future!"

"I heard it long ago, this Taiyi of ours, Xue, escaped from the Lu Long feudal town. There is a rumor that his Xue family was exterminated by the Lu Long Fangbo. I don't know why, the Fangbo and Chen Lingyi appreciate him, and gave him a high position as soon as he came, sigh!"

"Under the Fangbo, Lingyi manages the army, Taiyi manages the government, the two can only be held by Jie-body Realm experts. Chen Cang's hundred-year-old system, this Xue Zijing only has Xianyang level cultivation, the Fangbo actually set a precedent for him, and actually removed the former Taiyi..."

Swish...

The people in the round hall were getting more and more excited as they talked. Until the last person mentioned the three words former Taiyi, a small dagger suddenly flew out of the private room opposite the high platform in the round hall.

Thud!

The small dagger darted out like a meteor, extremely fast, instantly cutting off the sideburns of the person who was speaking, and nailing a strand of his black hair to the table on the high platform. The table was made of silver, but the dagger still inserted a small half into it. The powerful force made the dagger tremble constantly, instantly attracting the attention of everyone in the audience.

"It's one thing to discuss politics here, but you dare to criticize the Fangbo Lord. I think you don't want to live anymore. If you talk nonsense again, believe it or not, this Prince will take you to the Criminal Office for punishment now?"

The person whose sideburns were cut off was originally full of anger, but after hearing the voice from the private room, it disappeared without a trace. Then he bowed to the private room, his face flushed, and he ran downstairs.

The people around saw this scene and were not surprised at all. They all turned their heads to look at the private room and didn't dare to talk nonsense anymore.

"Feixu, come in and play the zither for us!"

The zither girl Feixu on the stage also had a strange look on her face, but hearing the Prince call her again, she immediately put on a sweet smile and walked toward the private room holding the zither.

Seeing Feixu leave, the people in the round hall were full of disappointment, but didn't dare to say anything, and could only watch her enter the private room with wide eyes. After the door of the private room was closed again, they dared to turn their heads and discuss in a low voice.

"Which Prince is it?" ===== CHAPTER 479 =====