Xiu Yun actually doesn't like candied fruits and other snacks, except when he was seriously ill and drank those extremely bitter Chinese medicines, he would eat one to suppress the bitter taste.
Normally, he would find this thing too sweet. People are always sensory animals and are often paralyzed by this kind of dopamine secretion. It is easy to be too relaxed and lose vigilance.
Although he didn't like eating it, Xiu Yun was in a good mood when he saw this thing.
That man was listening in the corner on the roof last night. He must have heard all the nonsense that Shen San said. Not only did he listen, but he also bought it for him early, which was considered thoughtful.
He picked up the oil paper bag containing the preserves, turned around and walked into the house, temporarily placing the things on the table.
Xiu Yun was a little embarrassed. He wanted to put this thing away as a collection, but after all, it contained food. Even if things like preserved fruits had a long shelf life, they would inevitably deteriorate after being stored for a long time.
It's okay to keep it, but it's a pity.
Just as Xiu Yun was thinking about it, Shen San knocked on the door and came in, bringing today's food and taking away Xiu Yun's toiletries.
Shen San's ears were sharp and he could see clearly what Xiu Yun was holding in his hand with just one glance. He immediately spoke loudly and was speechless for a moment before saying: "Young Master Xiao is interested. That shop didn't open until five o'clock. I'm afraid it wasn't last night. As soon as he left, he ran to squat at the door of the shop, right?"
He didn't ask about the shop specifically, it was Shen Qi who was talking to him. Today she said that the food in this restaurant was good, and tomorrow she said about the snacks in that shop. It's delicious. The other person probably ate it all with the salary in her hand.
I don't know why a woman doesn't like dressing up, but instead acts like a glutton, looking for delicious food everywhere.
Xiu Yun groaned and said to Shen San: "Find a box to put it in."
Shen San was about to take out the silver needle to test the poison, but when he heard this, he suddenly became confused: "Master, don't you plan to eat some before dinner?"
"I don't like to eat something sweet." Xiu Yun said in a calm voice.
Shen San scratched his head, not sure why. How could he remember the sweet Tremella Fungus and Lotus Seed Soup last night, and His Royal Highness still used more than half of the bowl?
But Shen San really doesn't know much about Xiu Yun's preferences.
His Highness the Crown Prince was almost ready to keep his emotions secret. Except for the time when Lord Guan recommended his children to His Highness, Shen San had never seen His Highness the Crown Prince's emotions leak out.
Xiu Yun didn't notice that Shen San had a strange expression. He took off the bamboo slips wrapped in oil paper and put them on the table. After thinking about it, he put the things into his sleeves.
Shen San followed Xiu Yun's instructions, found a golden nanmu box from his luggage, and put the bag of preserved plums in it.
After playing it, I couldn't help but sigh. Shen San felt aggrieved for the fact that such high-grade wood only contained a package of preserved fruits.
It's a pity that a lot of money can't buy His Highness the Crown Prince's pleasure. Shen San didn't dare to go against the Crown Prince's wishes. He watched his nose and heart, standing beside Xiu Yun, waiting for him to finish his breakfast.
Shen San looked at the plate with more leftover food than yesterday, and was so worried that his hair turned white.
He immediately bent his knees and knelt down when asked, and said worriedly: "Master, please take care of yourself. If you really miss Master Xiao, just ask your subordinates to help you relieve your worries."
Xiuyun was speechless for a while, and then asked after a moment "What nonsense are you talking about? I just have a poor appetite, what does it have to do with him?"
Shen San's eyebrows were so furrowed that he almost pinched a fly, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He had already made a decision in his heart. The man named Xiao must be sent to the Prince's bed as soon as possible.
"...Yes." The leader of the guard camp responded dullly.
Xiu Yun couldn't help but feel funny. He didn't know how Shen San associated these two things together. He thought these words were just what Shen San said casually yesterday.
It was normal for him to have a low appetite, and he didn't think anything of it. However, he didn't know how many restaurants Shen San had secretly visited and how many cooks he had replaced.
Xiu Yun took the curtain hat from the bedside and put it on. The white gauze was hanging down, and his expression could not be seen clearly. He suggested: "Then make more vegetarian dishes, which will be easier to swallow."
Shen San responded excitedly, looking at Xiu Yun's movements, he also remembered what he was going to do today, and he happily led the way.
The two of them left the private room and went down the stairs.
The overall layout of Zuifeng Tower is no different from that of an ordinary restaurant, except that the area is extra large.
On the first floor, there are tables and chairs arranged neatly. Compared with ordinary restaurants, there are only a few more elegant screens as partitions. In addition, there is a slightly higher and large stage in the middle of the first floor for the servants in the building to perform songs, dances and music. The second floor is a private room, a separate room, which is only used for dining. If you open the window, you can see the performance on the stage, and the view is amazing; the third floor is all the elegant rooms like Xiuyun lives in now, including bedrooms, study rooms, The outer halls are connected together, and the rooms are very large. They are only for the famous and wealthy people in the building.
It was still early, Zui Feng Building had just opened, and there were only a few guests sitting in the lobby on the first floor eating. It was rare that the building was so deserted.
But it also makes it easier for people with embarrassing identities like "Mr. Yun" to go out.
Xiu Yun was wearing a curtain hat, and his hair was not tied up properly. He only tied it with a hair tie at the back, which looked a little sloppy and not very similar to Mr. Yun's usual elegant and regular attire, so no one recognized Xiu Yun's identity.
Shen San took Guan Maoshi's governor's belt and waited near the counter on the first floor. He showed his belt to the shopkeeper standing at the counter, indicating that the two of them had to leave temporarily to avoid being intercepted by the guards guarding the door.
The shopkeeper's face was very kind. He only glanced briefly, his expression did not change, and he asked the guard at the door to move aside without saying anything.
Shen San walked one step behind Xiu Yun and carefully pointed the way, reminding Xiu Yun to pay attention to his steps from time to time.
After exiting the gate of Zui Feng Building, Xiu Yun stopped, turned around and looked at the counter at the door, and after a while he signaled to Shen San that he could leave.
The two of them were wandering on the street. The vendors had already set up their stalls, and the sound of hawking along the street could not be heard.
After walking a short distance, Xiu Yun asked with great interest: "Don't you think the shopkeeper is a little strange?"
Shen San scratched his head and didn't find anything special. He just said based on his own feeling: "It's weird. It's boring."
As he walked around the building, he often interacted with the shopkeeper. He seemed gentle and easy to get along with, but in fact, he was hiding something inside. The two negotiated many times, and they wanted to carve out a piece of flesh when it came to money.
But he was just a little greedy for money. Shen San secretly flipped through the account books on the display cabinet and made very clear notes. Apparently, he also did the accounting work.
Xiu Yun chuckled and said: "The governor took over the emperor's imperial order and was a second-rank official in the dynasty. Although it is just a badge, there is not even a trace of respect on the shopkeeper's face..."
Shen San's eyes suddenly turned. Shrinking suddenly, he understood the implication of Xiu Yun's words.
——This shopkeeper clearly doesn't take the emperor's life seriously.
The news of the prince's southern tour had already reached Jiangcheng. All the dignitaries in the city knew that the prince was about to arrive in person. Even the governor Guan Maoshi had already entered Jiangcheng in advance.
Many nobles have restrained themselves a lot in the past half month. Shen Qi often goes out and walks around. It is said that there are not many young men riding horses on the street anymore, and they seem to have started to behave with their tails between their legs.
Even so, all the business in Zui Feng Tower remained as usual, as if it was not affected at all.
Shen San was shocked and said: "Last night, there was a Qinghuan who followed a wealthy businessman to the mansion."
It is true that there is no flesh and blood business in Zuifeng Tower, but there are many cases like this, all based on "voluntary", euphemistically called Two people are in love and a match is made in heaven. I don't know how many "matches" one person can make in one night.
The business under this elegant face is still going on secretly, without any restraint.
Xiu Yun sighed with emotion: "This small Zui Feng Tower is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. What secrets are there that can make this first tower of Daqi stand up for a long time..." Shen San immediately said solemnly:
"We will step up the investigation tonight."
Xiu Yun responded without comment.
But he has little hope for the findings from the escort camp.
The spies from the escort camp had been out in Jiangcheng for so many days, and they had collected a lot of secrets. Most of the information about Zui Feng Tower was just tidbits, without even a single word of use.
It can be seen how deep the water is here. If no one alerts the snake, it will be difficult for the people behind the scenes to show off.
He was wearing a turquoise gown and a white silk blouse embroidered with cranes. The belt was not tightened and the collar was slightly open. Although he was wearing a curtain hat, he still looked like a man of heaven. He frequently attracted attention when walking on the road.
Before taking two steps, Shen San next to him suddenly coughed violently.
Xiu Yun followed the sound and saw Shen San giving him a wink, and quietly pointed behind him with his hand.
Xiu Yun looked at the bustling street. Although he couldn't see the familiar figure, he already knew that the person was coming too, and couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.
Covered by the noise, Xiu Yun lowered his voice and asked, "You said before, what was he doing on the roof?"
Shen San was stunned for a moment, and replied hesitantly: "Wheeling... whittling wood?"
Xiu Yun raised his eyebrows, I responded, walking a little brisker, feeling that the boring stalls on the street had become more vivid.
Xiuyun walked and walked, occasionally stopping in front of jewelry and grocery stalls. When he walked to the busiest place, he saw an acquaintance.
There was a stall that was twice the size of the others on the side of the street. There was a dazzling array of miscellaneous items on the stall. From the types to the order in which they were placed, they all looked familiar.
When Xiu Yun raised his eyes, he saw the owner of the game stall in the night market a few days ago. He was sitting there with a sad face, and even the jewels on his body were reduced a bit.
He stood in front of the stall and asked a little funny: "Looking at you, are you losing money in business?"
The boss looked up when he heard this. He has a grumpy nature. He can greet people with a smile when he makes money, but when he loses money It was as if someone owed him several hundred taels, and his face was gloomy and ugly.
At this moment, he opened his mouth to curse, but found that it was the kind man who asked him to keep the gold ingot. He immediately lost his temper and vividly performed a face change in front of Xiu Yun, saying: "Thank you for your noble hand, otherwise I would I'm afraid I won't have to go back to my hometown without the hassle."
Xiu Yun asked casually: "You're welcome, how come you want to come to Jiangcheng to do business?"
The boss immediately vomited his bitterness: "They say Jiangcheng is a place where treasures are gathered, but all those who do business here are... I can make a lot of money, but as for me, not only have I not made any money, I have almost lost all my expenses."
The stall owner looked puzzled. He really couldn't figure out the reason. He thought that when he left home, he promised to make something famous, but he didn't expect to go back in despair so soon. Where would he put his face?
"It's because you're on the wrong track, your stall is destined to not make any money." Xiu Yun said.
The boss asked suspiciously: "What's your idea, sir?"
The night market stall was a way to make money that he had racked his brains to come up with. Unexpectedly, he lost everything in the first year of junior high school. He didn't believe that the people in front of him could make money just because of one trip. See his shortcomings.
Xiuyun said with a smile: "Firstly, the price of your stall is too high, making it difficult for ordinary people to participate; secondly, with the tatters on your stall, it seems that it is difficult to even earn back the capital, which is prohibitive; thirdly, Third, the brand colors are too difficult to make, and there is no hope of winning."
Xiu Yun really did not expect that he would still see a game stall similar to "trap" in this era. This boss has a clear mind and is a wonderful person. People, just talking about the way of doing business are still somewhat lacking.
Given time, he might become a wealthy businessman, Xiu Yun naturally wouldn't mind giving a few words.
Xiu Yun finally concluded: "If you want to manipulate people's desires to make money, you have to know how to do it."
The boss was initially nonchalant, but as he listened, his face became serious. Extremely smart! From that night, I knew that the young master must be a dragon or a phoenix among men. A word from the young master is worth ten years of reading."
He looked excited, rummaging around for something on his body, and finally in a hurry, he took off the guard from his waist. He handed the bronze medal to Xiu Yun and said: "This is a token of my family. One day when I become famous, the young master can go to the Meng family in southern Xinjiang to find me! I will not change my name or surname, and Meng Zhiyuan is the same! I heard that the same goes for Meng Zhiyuan! There is also a local festival in nearby Fancheng, I have to rush to the next one!"
Xiu Yun was a little surprised and took the waistband with the word "Meng" engraved on it in his hand. He didn't expect that this person was actually a descendant of the Meng family. .
He remembered the content in the original book. The Meng family was the largest merchant family in Daqi. They controlled escort agencies, restaurants, rice shops, etc. to make a living. It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were as rich as the country.
The Meng family was born with business acumen, and they didn't know how the one in front of them had a genetic mutation that kept them losing money.
The boss was busy packing things, Xiu Yun looked at the wooden hairpin placed on the upper right side of the stall with a deep look.
Perhaps he had been staring at him for too long. The boss was so busy that he took the time to ask: "You can take whatever the young master likes."
Xiu Yun smiled and said, "No need. Gifts are something that everyone is interested in." It's better if you deliver it in person."
Before leaving, the boss thought of something else, reciprocated the favor, and kindly told him: "If you want to go out of town, remember not to take the road to Hexi Village. I heard that it is not very safe there."
Xiu Yun's eyes darkened and he nodded in thanks.
Seeing the boss withdrawing from the stall, Xiu Yun gave up the idea of shopping any more and took Shen San back to Zui Feng Building.
On the way, Shen San walked beside Xiu Yun. He had obviously heard of the reputation of the Meng family. At this time, he complimented: "You are indeed a young master. With just a few words, the Meng family was enlightened and made a good relationship."
Xiu Yun sneered and said, "Didn't you listen to what that person said? 'Success and fame will come'. How do you know what constitutes success and fame according to the standards of the Meng family? Would the Meng family recognize the waistband of a mere guard?"
Xiu Yun said so, Shen Sanyi thought about it, and after thinking about it, the boss was indeed a descendant of the Meng family, he was really a thief.
Xiuyun didn't care about this. When he returned to his residence, he opened the window for ventilation as usual, and found a new surprise beside the window eaves.
The white silk satin was spread at the bottom, and it was covered with various bits and pieces, such as kites, windmills, rattles, etc., almost all of which Xiu Yun had looked at a few times on the street.
This awkward and straightforward way of caring makes people feel comfortable but also a little headache.
Xiu Yun took a rough look and found that the thing he wanted to see most was not in it. He even bought the sachet that he only glanced at, but there was no wooden hairpin that he had stared at for a long time.
He couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Thought: Idiot.