I have never been a rich man in my life. Now that I have money, I naturally cannot miss it. The three best yards of Jinglong Inn in Mianzhou were booked down.

In fact, only the way to enjoy the local buns is actually the most comfortable. The Song people are particular about elegance, which has long soaked their hearts, livers, spleens, lungs and kidneys, but Yun Zheng doesn't care. Why do he have to pretend to accept the so-called elegant taste? There is a cluster of forsythia outside the window of the room, which is called elegance? It is considered elegant if you hang a few silly paintings on the wall? Can seven or eight three-flat and four-round jars be placed on the shelf suddenly increase your taste?

Nonsense, I want to take a bath. I have been wandering around the mountain for half a month, so of course I have to take a good shower.

Yun Zheng never cares about his own people, so the backyard with green grass and flowers is filled with all kinds of wooden barrels. A man has one yard and a woman has one yard. If he doesn’t take a good bath, how can he eliminate the fatigue of the journey?

Yun Zheng was lying in the wooden barrel, surrounded by hot water, and was indescribable to express his comfort. There was a shelf next to the wooden barrel, with various desserts and a pot of iced grape wine on it. This was indeed a good thing. Yun Zheng was drinking grape wine in small mouthfuls. This thing was said to be very expensive now. After the Silk Road was cut off, few such good things flowed into the Song Dynasty.

Hanniu's main offensive targets were those snacks. As for Cang Er holding a black jar, it was the most famous wine in Chengdu called Yuwanchun. The wine was green and poured into a white porcelain bowl like amber. Another name was Amber. A pot of wine was always money, but Cang Er didn't seem to care about that cash now. For him, such wine could be afforded.

There were guys everywhere in the yard. Because Yun Zheng and the others were unwilling to go to the place called Yongquan Soup, the guy in the bathhouse had to bring the wooden barrels. Seeing the place that was always elegant and the smoke was boiling water, the old shopkeeper was so sad that he was so embarrassed that he turned his mouth straight. However, seeing the sack of copper coins piled around him, he pinched his nose and recognized them. These old men were not easy to serve, except for the young man and a young baby. The rest were obviously countrymen, but the butler was very smart and not easy to cheat.

It is the first month of the year, and there are few people going out. It is rare to have such a rich customer in the store. Although he has let down the elegance and is a bit rough, he is very reasonable and will pay for anything you want, and it is paid in real time.

There were many people around the old shopkeeper, all of whom were neighbors who came to take on work and business.

"Old Zhang, teach you a good person. The master here buys your ready-made clothes. Don't fool you. You can sell them at a high price, but you can't fool them. None of these masters are easy to mess with. When he came, he sent more than 60 people to the government office. All the yamen led his men to break through the thief's nest. The people rescued from the inside also gave the bloody head to the government office a sack. They were all thieves who could not be captured over the years. Therefore, such a distinguished guest is not short of money, but the most taboo thing is to be deceived by others. At that time, it will be a trivial matter if he smashes your store. Judging from this situation, this little yamen may have been driven back from the border to Chengdu Prefecture after a general.

Cui, the female family is in the West Courtyard, you can go in and sell your rouge and pollen. Among these female family members, the one who is the first to be a maid named bacon. Don’t ask me, God knows why the maid of a wealthy family is called such a name. This maid is not simple, and her words are more effective than that of the cripple housekeeper. Needless to say, this is what she grew up with the yamen. Only with affection can this happen.

Don't be careless when you go in. It's good for the tutoring. That daughter is still a yellow flower. As long as you convince her, you will probably be able to sell a lot. I'm in a hurry. I want 30% of the profits..."

So, the place where Yun Zheng took a bath became a market. Since everyone paid some money before staying in the hotel, the vendors were having a lot of fun doing business.

Yun Zheng smiled but did not stop him. He remembered the experience of taking a bath in Beijing before. What was the mess? Chinese people had a good bathing habit a long time ago. Qu Yuan had a poem "Bathing orchid soup and mufang" in "Nine Songs. Donghuang Taiyi", which said that if you soak orchid grass in the water, you can soak the fragrance in it. It can be seen that bathing was very particular at that time.

Emperor Xuanzong of Tang built Huaqing Pond in Mount Li, building a rockery in the pool with agarwood, which was exclusively for the imperial concubine Yang Yuhuan to bathe. Not only did the painter write "Pictures of Bathing", but the great poet Bai Juyi also wrote: "I was given a bath in Huaqing Pond in spring and the hot spring water was washed with grease. The waiter helped her up and was weak, and it was the time to receive her new blessing..." It can be seen that this bath was a leisurely and dreamy enjoyment.

Now, it is okay to feel the prosperity of the city with your butt naked...

Yun Er was very powerful. He was thrusting alone in a big bathtub and said he was taking a bath. It was better to say that he was swimming. The guy who served him was wet and slapped his body, but the smile on his face did not fade at all. There was nothing else, Yun Er gave him a lot of money.

The real master is to feel a trace of quietness in the bustling city. Yun Zheng drank a wine, looked at the fluttering Yun Er, took a sip of wine and looked at the Cang Er who was talking to a guy like a turtle man, and then took a sip of wine, and looked at the silly cow floating in the bathtub like a dead pig. He felt that life was just so sweet.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Lao Liao brought the men from the ready-to-wear shop to Yunda, Yuner, bacon, and tailor them. As for Cang Er, they had already left without anyone. They only saw the silly cow busy inside and out, which was very hard.

Yun Zheng didn't want other clothes, but only asked to make a few blue-clothed spring clothes. Yun Er made a lot of clothes, and didn't know what kind of nerves the bacon was, so he made a lot of them for himself. When he looked up suddenly, he saw the rouge and powder on the bacon's face, and was furious.

"Wash it off, and be a good girl's house. It looks so beautiful with plain faces. If you dare to clean up like a fairy again, see if I will stuff your head into the basin. Hurry up, it will make people scared."

Not only Yun Da frowned, Yun Er's nose was also a little crooked, and it was so disgusting.

"Like a flower." Yun Er turned his head and said to Yun Da.

The bacon was grieved and went to wash his face. Just now, Mrs. Cui and the others said it was good, but why did he get unhappy when he got to the young master? He always hoped that he would always be an ugly maid.

After changing out the porcelain pillow, I don’t know why the Song people like such hard things. Some perverts put a wooden stick under their heads and regarded it as a pillow, called it “police pillow”.

This thing is like hanging the head and thorns and thorns on the head, they are all the dross of reading. Everything has a certain degree. If you pass this degree, you will have the opposite effect. Those who force yourself to read in a daze are not academic masters, but perverts. No one can learn things under such circumstances. What's more, the Song Dynasty has to rely on knowledge and memorization.

The soft pillows in your home are good things to sleep. Once your head is put on, you will be unconscious...

After a beautiful sleep, I got up with the singing rooster, walked in the yard and stretched a few times. Yesterday, the messy yard was completely renewed after half a night of hard work. The bluestone slabs on the ground were wiped finely by clear water. After washing, I made a piece of Eight-Discussion Brocade. This is the secret of Wugou monks. It is said that it is very good for the body. However, Yun Zheng always believed in three points of the monk's words. If it was useful, his body would not become so fat.

"Rectify your hands to treat the triple burner; the left liver and right lung are like Schister; the east and west can help the spleen and stomach; return and look back to deal with the injury and fatigue; the big and small to the sky can help the five internal organs; the swallowing fluid replenishes qi and lift the hands from left to right; the fresh fish tail can eliminate heart disease; the left and right foot can cure the waist."

Yun Zheng still remembered this passage from the monk. Just after exercising, Cang Er and the other eight walked into the inn with laughter and laughter. They were a little embarrassed to see Yun Zheng.

"I don't know how to cherish my body!" Yun Zheng smiled and shook his head, and the eight people went to their room to take a break.

"Doushazhai may not be able to keep these eight people!" Yun Zheng sighed secretly.

A stubborn boy leaned his head into the door. When he saw Yun Zheng looking at him, he felt a little embarrassed and said with a red face: "My mother is good at cooking. She has made it into shreds with rice and made from shreds, supplemented with chicken, fish and other homemade ingredients. She is cooked and cooked in boiling water and ready to eat. The soup is delicious and delicious. Baili Mingsheng."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true. As long as you eat it, you will applaud!" The child seemed a little angry and squeezed his body in and said to Yun Zheng.

"First one hundred bowls, you won't pay if you don't taste delicious!"

Yun Zheng's words made the boy stunned. The boss opened his mouth, then turned around and ran away, shouting, "My mother, somebody wants a hundred bowls!"

After a moment, a pretty woman wearing a floral turban pushed open the door and squatted and said, "The child is talking nonsense, disturbing the young master. Please don't blame me, the young master, the young lady will leave now."

"Your son is right. Liu Bei, the rice noodles from Mianzhou are all applauding. How can I not taste them when I come to Mianzhou? Go and cook them quickly? There are many people here, and a hundred bowls may not be enough. I will ask the butler for money later."

Yun Zheng never joked about the little people, saying that a hundred bowls would be only one hundred bowls. The woman was so happy that she squatted and thanked her, she walked in with the courage. Then there was a honest man pushing a wheelbarrow. The stubborn boy also worked hard to help his father push the cart. It seemed that this was a family.

The people from the Yun family slowly got up. After Yun Er was cleaned up by the bacon, he ran over and stood beside the load and watched the woman boil rice noodles.

The rice noodles are really good. They are not only bright and moist, but also have strong fragrance and refreshing. They are indeed a delicious dish. Yun Zheng felt satisfied after eating two bowls. It was a pity that the lack of chili peppers was indeed a pity, otherwise the taste of red oil rice noodles would be better.

When I first came to a larger city in the Song Dynasty, I naturally had to look at the humanities here. Mianyang has a long history and outstanding people. The ancient name "Fucheng" has been a place that must be fought for by military strategists since ancient times. This place is rich and can not only station troops, but also raise troops. Once you capture Fucheng, you can spy on Hanzhong. It is the real foundation of the emperor.
Chapter completed!