Chapter 91 Drunk

Han Zong also arrived in Huai'an in the afternoon. After meeting Zheng Xi, the two had a very good chat. Ling Qingyu didn't tell them about it. He just said that he would go to Hangzhou tomorrow and left other matters to the two of them. .

Han Ye was a little surprised. He originally thought that Ling Qingyu would go to Jiangning with them. He also wanted her to see the land in Wuhu, but he just thought of her embarrassment when being questioned by Zhang and Yang. He didn't find it funny, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Ling Qingyu's mood gradually improved as he chatted with the two about planning. If you cheat me out of a hairpin, everything I sell you will be increased by two levels!

Near evening, Zhang Wen sent someone to see Han Ye, saying that he and Ling Qingyu were hosting a banquet at home. Thinking that he had to rely on his power to go to Jiangning and Wuhu, Ling Qingyu couldn't shirk the responsibility, which made him really embarrassed.

Should we go in women’s clothing or men’s clothing?

"Have you told Mr. Zhang that I am a woman?" Ling Qingyu asked Han Xie.

Han Xuan was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and said, "I think you said that?"

"Brother Han, tell me, should I go in as a man or as a woman?" Ling Qingyu asked in annoyance.

Han Ye felt a little worried about this. He had told everyone that he was the steward of his employer, and he seemed to have mentioned to Old Man Zhang that his employer was a strange woman. But today, Old Man Zhang's invitation was unclear. , it’s really difficult to handle.

"Let's make men's clothing." Yan San finally said the final word. Looking at the looks in the eyes of the three of them, Yan San rarely said, "You don't have good clothes, and I can't enter the inner courtyard."

Yes! Han Ye, Zheng Xi, and Ling Qingyu himself all looked at their cloth clothes. She didn't bring a few women's clothes when she came out. The ones she brought were some hard-wearing rough clothes. After a long journey, who had nothing to do with silk clothes? Although she did have her jewelry, the box on the carriage not only contained 50,000 taels of gold, but also a small box of jewelry. In addition to some spare parts, there were two sets of jade jewelry that Zhou Tan had prepared for her on the ship. The problem was , if you take it out, it will be like today again!

Wear men's clothing! Ling Qingyu did not hesitate to dig out a piece of men's clothing of good quality, and then found a hosta and an jade ring.

After thinking for a while, he asked Han Zong again: "Should we go and give gifts?"

Seeing Han Ye nod, he asked again: "Send it to Mr. Zhang or Mrs. Zhang?"

"I'm ready. Didn't you bring some spices this time? Those two taels of white paper are the best gifts. Now there are no good spices in Huai'an." Han Shuo said with a smile.

"Oh, that's good." Ling Qingyu put his jade jewelry back, really reluctant to give it away.

Zheng Xi was not on the invitation, so Zheng Xi stayed at the inn and continued to make plans. Ling Qingyu packed up and took a carriage to Zhang's house with Han Xie.

Zhang Wen brought his sons to the gate to pick him up. After Yan San handed the carriage to a servant of the Zhang family, he followed him outside the main hall.

There were three banquet tables in the main hall, not only the Zhang family, but also the Yang family and several of their students.

Ling Qingyu followed Han Xie to greet them one by one. She had a kind smile, thoughtful etiquette, and sincere eyes. She ignored or even ignored the sneers one by one.

She is wearing a green shirt and has a tall figure. She only has two accessories on her body. There is a jade hairpin in her hair and a green and crystal clear ring on her thumb. Each of them is a priceless thing, but there is no vulgarity about her. , on the contrary, it has a sense of elegance.

Zhang Wen nodded inwardly. He naturally knew that she was a woman. He didn't write clearly because he wanted to see how she positioned herself. From this point of view, this woman was definitely not a thing in the pond.

However, except for Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli who admired Ling Qingyu very much, others here were not so optimistic. A woman who was also a merchant actually dressed up as a man and came to eat with them at the same table. This was absolutely insulting! It's just that neither Zhang Wen nor Yang Wanli dared to express it too much.

With such strong malice, although Ling Qingyu still had a kind smile on his face, his back felt cold and he just wanted to run away and escape back. Then Ling Qingyu's back straightened up again, damn, you look down on me, right? I want to see what you rotten guys are capable of! After the ceremony, he sat down next to Han Ju.

The banquet was relatively peaceful at the beginning. As soon as the wine was drunk, Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli, both of whom were open-minded people, took the lead in provoking the topic, and the atmosphere on the table began to rise.

Ling Qingyu is not very good at drinking. To be precise, she hates drinking. Fortunately, no one at this table paid attention to her. Only Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli had two drinks with her, or toasted with others. Even so, it didn't take long. , I also feel like I’m starting to get a little carried away.

At this time, poems had already begun on the table, and every time Han Chuo recited a poem, he won applause from the whole room. Even Ling Qingyu felt that he did a good job.

One of Zhang Wen's disciples at the table had long been dissatisfied with Ling Qingyu. When he saw that Han Zong had already recited three songs, he smiled and said: "Brother Han is a talented person, Master Ling must be good too, why not also sing one?" "

Ling Qingyu was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "I really can't recite poetry."

Han Zong was about to speak, but the man had already answered: "Then what do you know? Embroidery? Or cooking? Since you don't know anything, a woman is not afraid of embarrassing herself."

Han Xie's expression suddenly changed, and Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli frowned. Just when they were about to have someone drag him down, they heard Ling Qingyu laugh and say, "Doesn't it mean that you can't do anything if you can't recite poetry?"

Smelling a little drunk, Ling Qingyu felt that his rationality had been opened, but he still couldn't help laughing: "Brother, what else do you do besides reciting poems? Do you know how to farm or make clothes?"

"Hmph, those are the things that low-class people do. Of course we, the scholars, do the important things of running the country." The man was also drunk and completely forgot that his teacher was farming with his trouser legs rolled up yesterday.

Zhang Wen's face darkened and he was about to get angry, but Yang Wanli pushed him down.

"Oh, so you don't need food and clothing to govern the country? I really admire you!" Ling Qingyu smiled, with two groups of crimson on his face due to the wine. Seeing that the man glared and wanted to speak, he continued: " You study to govern the country, so do you know what kind of land is good? How much is the harvest in a year? How much silk can be produced from a number of mulberry trees? How much silk can be produced from how much silk? What is the workload of a labor force in a day? You look down on those who farm and make clothes, then Do you know who has the most people in the Great Zhou? Who pays the most and heaviest taxes? Jiangnan is an important economic area, how much material food does Bianliang need to transport in a year? How much is the salt tax? How much is the wine tax?"

The man was stunned by her question, his face turned red and he shouted: "Do you know!"

"Of course I don't know," after saying this, Ling Qingyu glanced at him with contempt and said, "I don't want to govern the country, I know what these are for."

The brother was so choked by her that he almost couldn't breathe. The man next to him laughed and said, "Then what does the master know?"

"I know?" Ling Qingyu laughed softly and said, "I know that there is a broader world outside this big week. I know that there are not only people with black hair and yellow skin like us in this world, but also people with blond hair and white skin. , and even black-skinned people. Have you seen those thousands of miles of waves? Have you seen the tropical jungles that are so dense that there is no place to put your feet? Have you been to Africa? Have you seen the great migration of animals? Have you been there? Cracks in the earth, canyons thousands of meters deep? Do you know what a star map is? Do you know what a monsoon is? Do you know what a tide is? Do you know why an apple will fall down and hit you on the head instead of flying up into the sky? Do you know why water can carry a ship? Get up? Do you know why fire burns? Forget it, it’s useless to tell you this. You don’t understand!”

Squinting his eyes and scanning the people in the room, Ling Qingyu said with a smile: "What's the use of being able to recite poetry? Can it be used as food? It's just something for entertainment after you have enough food and clothing."

The room was suddenly so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Come on, come on," Yang Wanli squeezed the people next to Ling Qingyu away, sat next to her, poured her a glass of wine, and asked, "Tell me, why does the fire burn?"

"With oxygen, it will burn when it reaches the ignition point." Ling Qingyu replied.

"Why does water make the boat float?" Zhang Wen asked, squeezing Han Xie away.

"Didn't I tell you this? Water has density, don't you know?"

"The Tide? Apple?"

"Gravity! Because of the gravity of the earth." Wait, Ling Qingyu felt a little confused. There are Qinggong practitioners here. Could it be that gravity has no effect on them?

"Girl, don't leave tomorrow. We'll discuss it later." The two said at the same time.

"No, I have to go to America and bring potatoes back." After Ling Qingyu finished speaking, he felt something was wrong, but his head was already so dizzy that he couldn't control it, and he looked at Han Xie unconsciously.

"Two gentlemen, my boss is too drunk. Please allow us to leave first." Han Ye said to Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli.

Seeing that her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were a little blurry, Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli were embarrassed to continue asking questions and retreated to their seats.

"Hmph, what kind of dark-skinned person? You talk like you've seen it before." The man who was the first to take offense snorted.

Ling Qingyu had already stood up and said goodbye to Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli. Hearing these words, he smiled slightly and said: "Have I been there? What kind of scenery have I seen? It's all in my heart. Do you believe it or not?" What do I do?"

After saying that, he bowed to everyone present, straightened his spine, and floated away.

When he got out of the gate, he fell on Yan San.

"The frog at the bottom of the well." Zhang Wen said angrily as he looked at his disciple.

The frog immediately lowered his head and did not dare to reply.

"You all look down on her and think she is just a woman, haha," Yang Wanli scanned the crowd and said, "But this woman took a ship across the ocean and traveled tens of thousands of miles away. What she saw How can the world be known to those of you who only know how to entertain yourself after having enough food and clothing?"

Zhang Wen sighed and sat on the chair. Huai'an has begun to focus on learning, and many talented people have emerged, but few are good at general affairs. I wanted Ling Qingyu to come over and give some encouragement to these disciples, but it turned out to be like this, and I felt regretful.

"It's just a matter of going to sea, and my disciples can go there." That man said, still not afraid of death.

"Okay, then you go." Zhang Wen sneered: "If you go, you will be my student in vain."

"Disciple, go back and get ready now!" The dear brother was so enthusiastic that he said goodbye.

Pretending that Han Xie didn't notice, Yan San carried Ling Qingyu into the house.

Today's drink was very strong. Although Ling Qingyu didn't drink much, he was already very drunk. He held Yan San's hand and smiled: "Three, let's see if I taught them a lesson today? Sample! It's amazing that I can compose poetry! I am Sorry for plagiarizing, but you still look down on me, and I look down on them! They don’t care about production, they are a bunch of rotten! Smelly scholars! Look down on women! He was not born by his mother, no woman can have him!"

Yan San glanced at Han Xie. Han Xie touched his nose and retreated. After closing the door, he heard Yan San say from inside: "Yes, yes, you are the most powerful."

"What's the matter?" Zheng Xi poked his head out of the room and asked.

"Come on, come on, come and go out for a drink with me." Han Ye grabbed him and dragged him out. It was really his carelessness today that caused her to be so humiliated. He thought that Zhang Wen and Yang Wanli, plus himself, would give her some face, not too much, but he did underestimate those scholars. In this way, in the future, the head of the family will not be too good at showing up in the Great Zhou Dynasty. Let him do these things. What he received today will definitely be paid back one day! But thinking about her completely contemptuous tone and full aura at the end, I felt that she should have returned it by scolding people like that!

Thinking of this, Han Zong unconsciously laughed again, because of the embarrassment of those scholars who were dumbfounded and confused by what she said.

Yan San never knew Ling Qingyu looked like this when he was drunk.

His shirt has been opened by Ling Qingyu, who is gnawing on the bulge on his chest, while muttering: "Bite you to death, bite you to death!"

Ling Qingyu, who was drunk, exerted great force. The stinging pain there made Yan San couldn't help but exhale softly. He patted her unconsciously and said, "Bite somewhere else."

Ling Qingyu was very obedient and moved to his shoulder and neck bone, then opened his big mouth and bit it.

"You are a dog." Yan San sighed, but did not hide away. Although he stood outside the main hall, the movement inside was clear. From where he stood, he could even see those things through the wide open door. Contempt or disregard on a person's face. He was suppressing the anger in his heart at that time. The person he cared about was being silently humiliated like that, but he couldn't do anything.

"Woo!" Ling Qingyu snorted, and suddenly shouted: "Run there!" Then he threw him on the bed and continued to bite.

After a violent bite, it turned into tiny licks, and Yan San let out a **** unconsciously. Seeing that her eyes were unfocused, but full of lust, she kept rubbing the place close to her body, With a low sigh, he took off all his clothes and then took off her clothes.

The love affair was very intense. Ling Qingyu, who was completely controlled by alcohol, was very wild. She went on top of her body, tied up, and fucked her over and over again.

Drinking makes you become a ****! Looking at the sleeping woman next to him, although she still hummed a few words, she had a satisfied look on her face, and Yan San chuckled softly.

Taking a soft pillow and stuffing it into Ling Qingyu's arms, Yan San got up, put on some clothes and went to fetch water. The room was still dark. Zheng Xi and Han Zong hadn't come back yet. Water was boiling in the small kitchen. It was probably due to Zheng Xi's early morning It had been prepared here for too long, and only half a pot was left. Yan San poured some cold water, returned to the room, scrubbed her body clean, changed the bed sheets, and then went to the well in the small courtyard and picked up the A bucket of cold water was poured directly into the pocket.

After pouring several buckets of water, I suppressed the hatred in my heart. These people can't be killed now because they will be in trouble.

Back in the house, Yan San took some clothes and put them on, and slowly touched the colorful marks on his body with his hands.

"Three," Ling Qingyu's call startled Yan San, and he quickly turned around, only to see that she just called, let go of the soft pillow, closed her eyes and touched the bed with her hands, then turned around and sat on the head of the bed. As soon as he reached over, she hugged him, rubbed his face against it, and murmured in her mouth.

After being drunk, not only did she become a bitch, but she also became extremely dependent on others. Yan San's mood suddenly improved and he simply lay down on her. Ling Qingyu immediately laid on her like an octopus, and then hummed a few times comfortably, "Fuck" Sleeping on his chest.

The few brewing masters at Cai Jingfang haven't used them yet, so they could consider bringing them on board to make some strong wine, Yan San thought drowsily.