The front is not far from the tribute yard, but Tudou led his horse in from the left.

After he disappeared, the small flag officer scolded: "Xinghe and Bo's science and Confucianism are at odds. Who doesn't know! You fool asked if the little uncle went to the tribute Academy. Why did he go to the tribute academy? Do you want to surrender to those scholars? Xinghe and Bo are afraid they will break his legs."

The sergeant said unconvinced, "my Lord, but my uncle is not young. When other people's children are as old as him, most of them have to prepare for the exam."

The little flag officer disdained and said, "what's the relationship between xinghebo and his majesty? His old man's children are afraid of no future?"

Xun Qi's children always have to find something to do before they inherit the title, so as not to be idle and be rated as sitting, eating and waiting for death. That's worse than the reputation of dandies.

Seeing that all his subordinates showed admiration, the little flag officer said proudly: "Xinghe uncle has two most promising disciples, one in the duzha hospital and the other in the official department. When the little uncle grows up, will these senior brothers watch him idle? And the British government, that's my uncle's house..."

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Across this street, the Wensi academy is on the left, and the opposite

The streets are full of pedestrians, and martial arts has long been on vacation. Most of those students have got a vacation to go home. They stay too far away from home, so they take advantage of the opportunity of the new year to go out and play.

During the Chinese new year, the management of all aspects has been relaxed a lot. Those students who have been monks in martial arts for a long time can't bear it for a long time.

Therefore, several restaurants here lost no time in introducing many women. For a time, there was a beautiful scene of tea moves in the building.

Tudou led his horse into the narrow street, with restaurants on both sides.

There is a corridor on the second floor of the restaurant. At the moment, there are several women standing on the corridor, waving with handkerchiefs.

"My guest, little brother, come on!"

"Little brother, there are milk in the store, hot and fragrant."

"Your milk is so big. Come on, little brother. It's cold outside. I'll help you warm up!"

On the second floor of the restaurants on both sides, a group of women were shouting at the potato leading the horse, which attracted others to look at the potato one after another.

Potatoes are a little embarrassed, but at least Zhu gaoxu ordered them to have lunch in Qinlou for a long time, and they are seduced by all kinds of women every day, so they still have some determination.

He lowered his head slightly, looked ahead, and then saw a familiar face.

The steamed stuffed bun's face was full of contempt, then his nose wrinkled, snorted, turned and left.

"Hey! I'm not..."

Tudou wanted to explain that she was not looking for a woman, but the girl in front was like a deer and disappeared into the crowd a few times.

"Little brother, look at you. You only need half of your money."

"If you don't accept money, you can start a business!"

"Sister, give you a purse. Come on!"

Potato looked at the women on both sides and said angrily, "it's time to seal it!"

His words immediately aroused a group of ridicule, and the women immediately became angry.

"Who do you think you are? Are you the prince? Or do you say you are a vassal? Even Yin of Shuntian mansion dare not say that."

"We are from Yingzhou. Is Daming going to exclude people from overseas political envoys? We might as well go back earlier and live and die overseas."

"Bah! Looking at Bai Jing, his young mind is vicious. He turns back and withers away his children and grandchildren!"

Those women scolded in unison. Tudou knew that the words that women and villains should not provoke were so correct.

What he didn't know was that these Yingzhou women went to all parts of the Ming Dynasty on the grounds of marrying men in the Central Plains, and then talked seriously and hugged together with those restaurants.

If there are women stationed in the restaurant, don't be responsible for the restaurant. The restaurant can take a turn. Naturally, it's excellent. Therefore, there are many such joint-venture restaurants all over the Ming Dynasty.

Women bring customers to the restaurant, and the restaurant provides places for women. Both sides are win-win.

The registered residence of the local government began to crack down on it. But last year, Yingzhou women went to the Dali temple to tell their stories.

Dali Temple wanted to push it to shuntianfu, but shuntianfu said it was done by the people of Wucheng Bingma department.

The soldiers of the five cities wanted to take it over, but someone secretly told them that it couldn't be touched. Someone was paying attention to it.

So the case was left unattended.

Finally, those Yingzhou women saw that no one paid attention to themselves, so they simply opened again.

Since then, the full floor tea move has become a powerful witness to the prosperity of the city.

The potato fled in a curse.

He walked in the street and looked around, but he never saw the steamed stuffed bun face again.

Gradually, the flow of people decreased, and both sides became households.

Potatoes are disappointed, but more worried.

He took out the picture from the girdle on his horse and looked at it carefully.

Painting is a landscape painting, with mountains and rivers, and finally converges into a great lake at the foot of the mountain.

The water in the great lake was calm, and a ship crossed it.

The painting originally seemed a bit crafty, but it depicts a man and a woman sitting drinking tea on the boat, with a man and a woman playing in the bow of the boat.

The two children, especially the girl, painted with full aura.

Potato looked at the girl's steamed bun face and three bun, and couldn't help laughing.

"Ah Lin, someone wants to draw!"

Someone was shouting. Tudou looked up and saw a man in his thirties shouting at his next door outside a small yard on the left.

Seeing the potato looked up, the man asked, "young man, is it Feng's painting? Is this to find trouble or to ask for painting?"

The potato was stunned for a while, and then said unnaturally, "I'm here to draw."

As soon as the man heard it, he shouted proudly at the next door: "Lao Feng, don't care about your daughter. Hurry to pick up the business."

Someone answered in the yard next door. Then the door opened and a man came out.

"It's you!"

What came out was Feng Lin with a steamed stuffed bun face.

As soon as she saw the potato, she was angry. When she saw that the painting was in the potato's hand, she said, "is the taining Marquis great? They all said to send the painting tomorrow and come to trouble."

Tudou said awkwardly, "no... no, I'm not from Taining Hou's house."

The expectant potato looks very shy, like a hairy boy meeting his beloved girl for the first time.

"Then what are you doing here? And, return the painting!"

The fierce girl made Tudou more flustered. He sent the picture, but took it back.

"That... Is all dirty. I'll buy it."

Tudou was honest and said what he thought.

The man on the side was looking at them funny. When he heard the speech, he said, "ah Lin, it's all dirty. Let's sell it to him cheaper."

Feng Lin frowned and said, "no, dad doesn't allow it."

The man smiled and said, "Lao Feng is really stubborn, but whatever. Anyway, when you get married in a few years, your brother will have to help."

Feng Lin's steamed stuffed bun face bulged and said, "Uncle Li, you're making fun of people again. Besides, my brother wants to be a scholar in the exam. How can he draw?"

"Yes! Feng Xiang of your family is good at reading. Maybe one of them will change his family, and those relatives of your family will be more restrained."

Feng Lin smiled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and light flashed on his white teeth. Steamed stuffed bun face slightly bulging, very good-looking.

Tudou only felt that he was struck by lightning again. He quickly lowered his head and asked, "how much is it?"