Lonely non-good minister

Chapter 251 Lonely can only listen to other people's gossip
This conjecture has been pondered in her mind for several days, and no matter how she thinks about it, it seems like something the king of Zhongshan can do.

He is ruthless, he is selfish, he is mean and ungrateful, all his efforts need to be rewarded, he regards raising children as a business network, and puts interests first at all times.

The more it was like this, the more Song Yuan couldn't think of any good things about him. She even stayed up all night, trying to find a little bit of good things that King Zhongshan said to her from the memory of more than ten years to offset a little bit of resentment towards him. , but can only return in vain.

These grievances were stuck in Song Yuan's heart, and she couldn't vent them out. Now that she saw Xiao Shen's letter, she believed that King Zhongshan would do something to her.

I pissed him off and didn't listen to his arrangement to send Mu Wantang back to the Duke's Mansion, which made the benefits agreed between him and the Duke's Mansion go to naught. Even if he lost his in-laws, it must not be able to appease his anger.

These messy thoughts upset Song Yuan, and she didn't want to read any more, so she threw the book away, walked around the room, and still felt boring after a few laps.

She wanted to talk to someone, but she didn't know who to talk to. In the past, she could talk to Wei Yan, but now he was unconscious, and Song Yuan suddenly didn't know who to talk to.

She panicked, hesitated again and again, changed her clothes and went out. It was getting late, and there were not many people on the street. The assassination of the emperor's grandson made a lot of noise, and the people were also frightened. When it got late, not many people dared to go out. stranded.

Song Yuan walked around aimlessly, and saw that there were still people in a small tavern, so he jumped in. The tavern was not big, with only two or three tables with peeling paint. While the wine was warming up, there were three or two guests on the other side, who were drinking with a few side dishes, and chatted about the recent incidents.

As soon as Song Yuan entered the door, their voices quieted down, and they looked at her in unison. The shopkeeper quickly stood up, and asked politely: "Young master, do you have any orders?"

He is very witty, knowing that a well-dressed customer like Song Yuan would not come to drink in his tavern, he only thought she had something else to do.

Song Yuan shook the snow on the fox fur cloak and came in: "I want to talk to someone, you can continue talking, don't worry about me."

She looked at the bench, and just as she was about to sit down, the shopkeeper quickly found a handkerchief to wipe the tables and chairs carefully, and brought hot tea and a few plates of snacks, for fear that the service would not be thoughtful.

Song Yuan warmed up by the charcoal basin, looking at the sweet potatoes that were about to be roasted, he felt inexplicably close. After thinking about it, it was more comfortable during the months when he was thinking about how to farm in Leping.

The shopkeeper sat down again, and the few guests continued to chat, but it was trivial matters in the family. Song Yuan listened carefully. She was never interested in these things, but now she cherished the atmosphere of someone chatting beside her.

Maybe she was too silent, and the shopkeeper couldn't hold back his enthusiasm, and asked cautiously: "It's so late, where is the young master's house? Do I need to take you home?"

"No, you guys continue chatting." Song Yuan took a sip of tea. The tea was not very good, and the tea was bitter and not fragrant. It was not as good as what she usually drank, but after the bitterness, the sweetness in her throat was still acceptable.

After the sweet potato was roasted, the shopkeeper stuck it up with chopsticks, smiled at the guests, and said, "Not bad, it smells delicious, everyone should try it."

He picked up two from a plate and put them in front of Song Yuan, and picked up a few more and put them on the guest's table. They peeled the skins carefully and tasted them, and they all nodded their heads in praise. Song Yuan also took a bite, sweet and fragrant. Soft and glutinous, the taste is still the same.

"This is really a good thing. There were famines in many places in previous years, but I haven't heard of it this year."

"There are a lot of good things. As for the cotton, the imperial court has decreed that it should be planted in the northwest. It has issued a strict order to benefit the people of Wei before considering letting merchants transport it to the south. It’s as warm and light as silk, and it’s much more useful than animal skins.”

"I heard that the official who planted sweet potatoes was also arranged to plant them. I think he is a reliable person. It would be better to plant them earlier. Food and clothing will be solved, and life will be easier."

They chatted in a hurry, and the topic naturally came to the recent assassination case of the emperor's grandson.

"It doesn't seem like a good thing that all the descendants of the royal family are powerful. There are too many capable people, and one is not convinced by the other. The sons of ordinary people are all powerful people, and they can live separately. The royal family can't even go this way, and they don't know. When will there be a head?"

"Whatever, no matter who is in that position, as long as there is no war and no tax increase, it will be fine for us common people to have food and clothing. That is something that the dignitaries above have to worry about, and it will be our turn."

They smiled and nodded, and when they had a good chat, they found out that there was no wine, so they immediately asked the shopkeeper for more wine, and asked Song Yuan if he would like a drink, but Song Yuan didn't answer, so the shopkeeper refused for her, and diverted the topic away with haha.

It was getting late, and there were almost no people on the street. The patrolling soldiers came to the gate of the hall to look around, and said, "It's getting late, don't drink too much and sleep outside. It's very cold, and the northern part of the city was just late last night. One will freeze to death."

They responded again and again, and the shopkeeper hurried out with warm wine, offering them a sip to warm their bodies. The soldier refused, saying that the night watchman did not dare to drink, and then looked at Song Yuan with winks. Her back was turned to the door. Can't see her face clearly.

The shopkeeper said in a low voice: "It's a young man who has had a quarrel with his family. He didn't drink, and he said he wanted to talk to someone."

The soldier also whispered: "This kind of dress is not for ordinary people, so be careful. If it is dark, it is best to send him back, so that nothing happens."

The shopkeeper responded, sent them off politely, and returned.

Those few guests became more and more interested, and they didn't care much about Song Yuan's presence. They chatted very happily. The small tavern seemed to have become the Taihua Palace, and they were the ministers arguing about the current situation. It was very big, and there was still a bit of noise when I heard it. The shopkeeper also warmed a pot of wine for himself, and couldn't help laughing with them.

Song Yuan first listened with her head propped up, and then she just lay down on the table to listen. She has always hated drunks, thinking that they know how to show off when they are drunk. Not annoying at all.

The messy thoughts in her mind were blown away by their bragging, and she even found it very interesting. Now she was not blocked, but was a little hungry, so she told the shopkeeper, and the shopkeeper immediately went to cook a bowl of plain noodles for her. Listening to their chatter while eating, and being asked for their opinions, Song Yuan quickly nodded in affirmation, and asked the shopkeeper to get some appetizers for them at his own expense.

(End of this chapter)