Great Tang's Talented Little Landlord

Once again, under the strange eyes of the old guard, Li forgets to worry about Shi Shi ran and walks to pingkang square across the street.

There are still a lot of people in pingkang square. Li forgets to worry about shuttling through the crowd carefully to find a suitable target.

He saw a young scholar with a jade pendant on his body. He thought he was a noble child and was the right target. As soon as I was going to sell my sketch, I was caught in the arm.

"Where's Xiao Lang going? I've been looking for you so hard."

Li forgot to worry and was stunned. Turning around, he saw the fat man who spent twelve taels of gold to buy his painting yesterday evening.

"Brother, what's the matter? Do you still want to buy paintings?" Li forgets worry. He doesn't understand what the fat man is looking for. Does he still want to return the goods?

The fat man didn't answer, turned his head and shouted behind him, "father, I found the little lang."

Li forgot to worry and saw a kind-hearted middle-aged man walking through the crowd. His face was somewhat similar to that of a fat man.

What is this? Bring your parents to trouble yourself?

Li forgets to worry about a black line. He has the absurd feeling that he sells little yellow books to children and then parents come to ask for guilt.

The middle-aged man smiled and walked closer to the previous dynasty. Li forgot to worry and bowed: "my surname is Qiu Yuanliang. I don't know what to call Xiao Lang?"

"What's wrong with Qiu Gong?" Li forgot to worry. He looked alert and didn't hurry to report to his family.

"Xiao Lang, don't worry. We have no malice. We just want to invite Xiao Lang to the house."

"Well, that's not necessary. I have something else to do." Li forgets worry and quickly finds an excuse to shirk it.

It's mostly an excuse to invite yourself as a guest. I've never met this father and son. I'm afraid it's ulterior motives to invite him as a guest. There's no good banquet.

"Xiao Lang, my father and son really mean no harm. I'm a famous grain merchant in Chang'an city. If Xiao Lang doesn't feel at ease, you can ask someone. My enemy has been pure and kind for generations and has a good reputation in Chang'an city. Today, I take the liberty to invite Xiao Lang to visit the government. I really have something to ask, so I have the courage to invite Xiao lang."

"Please explain to Qiu Gong, what's the matter?"

Qiu Yuanliang hesitated for a moment and whispered, "please help me draw a picture."

Drawing? Li Qieyou seems to understand.

He looked at Qiu Yuanliang with pondering eyes. His son was so old that he was so interested in the spring palace picture? It looks like you still want to "Customize" a picture of spring palace?

Qiu Yuanliang's words Li forgot his worries and believed them.

He wants to come to this enemy. Since he is a famous grain merchant, he should not deceive himself, a poor boy?

Can't it be to deceive yourself into going to the house and then house arrest yourself to draw a picture of the spring palace for them?

Li Qieyou was about to nod his head and promise, but he kept an eye on it: "it's OK to go to your house, but I still have two brothers waiting for me in the hotel. I wonder if it's convenient for my brother to go together?"

"Of course, I don't know where brother Xiao Lang is. Just go and pick them up together."

Li forgot to worry and nodded. They went back to chongrenfang and found the Niu brothers. He is also afraid that if the enemy has any evil intentions, he will be escorted by two brothers, at least his safety will be guaranteed.

In the hostel, he also secretly inquired about his enemy from the waiter. As Qiu Yuanliang said, this enemy is a famous grain merchant in Chang'an City and has a good reputation.

He was relieved, rode out with the Niu brothers, and walked into the Qiu house of xuanyang square with the sound of drums at dusk.

Qiu Yuanliang arranged for the servants in the house to arrange food and accommodation for the Niu brothers. He invited Li forgetful into the main room and ordered the servants to bring drinks.

After sitting down and talking, Li forgets to worry and knows that the fat man's name is Qiu Kun. He is the only son of the enemy family. In addition, there are several sisters who have already been married.

When Li forgets you heard Qiu Kun's name, he was surprised and laughed to himself. The name is domineering!

Tang Dynasty writing from top to bottom, can't Qiu Kun be read as Qiu RIBI?

After carefully pondering Qiu Yuanliang's name, Li forgets worry and laughs. Qiu's surname sounds the same as "beg". Father and son, one "beg for forgiveness" and the other "beg for Japan X"

Secretly make complaints about the enemy's ability to take the name, Li forgot sorrow almost didn't spray out of the mouth of the wine, suppress his face is strange and can not laugh, really hard.

After three rounds of wine, the chatterbox opened, and Li forgot to worry. Only then did he finally understand why the enemy father and son were so anxious to find themselves.

Qiu Yuanliang, a merchant from generation to generation, is sincere and pure, except for two minor defects.

One is good wine, the other is like arty.

Being artful is not a bad thing. Although the status of merchants in the Tang Dynasty is not low, they can't compare with scholars. It is understandable to make friends with some literati and refined scholars in order to decorate the appearance and raise their identity.

Therefore, the enemy did not even settle down in the west of the city, but purchased real estate in xuanyang square in the east of the city in order to be closer to pingkang square.

Although pingkangfang is a red light district of Chang'an, the "Little Sisters" in it are not low-level prostitutes - women who only sell their looks.

They can recite poems, draw pictures and speak freely. They can dance, ride and shoot, Cuju and sword dance. They are most loved by nobles and literati.

Therefore, scholars and even bureaucrats in the Tang dynasty like to drink and chat in pingkang square, enjoy singing and dancing, recite poetry against each other, and talk about life with beautiful women.

Qiu Yuanliang moved here to make it easier for him to make friends with literati.

But the bad thing is above drinking.

Some time ago, Qiu Yuanliang entertained a group of literati in pingkang square. Although he was the gold Lord, he often worked hard and was humiliated by those poor Confucian scholars and smelly scholars.

During the dinner that day, people talked about precious calligraphy and painting of previous dynasties and laughed at Qiu Yuanliang intentionally or unintentionally. He said that although he was rich, he should collect some ancient paintings and books to dilute the copper smell of his enemy.

Qiu Yuanliang drank a few more cups and was angry when he heard this.

I was kind enough to spend a lot of copper money to buy you a drink, and even sarcastic about me. When he was angry, he opened his mouth and blew a cow's hide.

"Who says there are no ancient paintings in my house? There is a painting of the Lord of the Luo in my house, which is a great treasure." Qiu Yuanliang said with a big tongue.

His words stunned everyone and then burst into laughter.

"We only know Gu Kaizhi's painting of Luoshen Fu in the Eastern Jin Dynasty and Qiu Gong's painting of Luoshen?"

"Ha ha, yes, Qiu Gong made a slip of the tongue?"

Qiu Yuanliang was really wrong. He wrote down the painting of the Lord of Luo as the painting of the Lord of Luo. But under the stimulation of alcohol, Qiu Yuanliang didn't admit he was wrong for his thin face.

"No, no, that's the painting of the God of Luo." It's hard to know when and by whom this painting was made, but it's a great painting. The God of the Luo in the picture has no powder, plain clothes, light posture and the shape of the Lingbo river. The most important thing is that the God of the Luo in the picture is as vivid as a real person. It seems to come out of the painting at any time. It's a treasure of my enemy's family. It can't be easily shown to others 。”

Qiu Yuanliang is just bragging. When he drinks too much, he doesn't talk to the point. However, he is usually honest, but everyone believes this.

"Is there really such a magical painting? Qiu Gong, can we have a look and broaden our horizons?"

They all asked to see the picture one after another, but they woke up Qiu Yuanliang's wine and quickly found an excuse to prevaricate it.

Originally, this matter was over, but I drank too much and boasted in front of everyone for my face.

But he didn't think that he would have to pay taxes if he bragged casually. Qiu Yuanliang's unintentional words led to a great trouble and crisis for himself and his enemies.