Chapter 55: The cannon opened and blasted his mother

Chapter 55: The cannon opened and blasted his mother

Chapter 55: The cannon opened and blasted his mother
Zhe Garden, Songchui Pavilion.

Qiao Songnian was wearing a fox fur coat and holding a cup of black tea in his hand. The cold wind blew in from the open window, but he didn't feel cold at all and was in high spirits.

“It is said that the sound of pine trees is like the roar of sea waves, and the clear sound is pleasant to the ears without being annoying.

I am a worldly person who is always entangled in all kinds of things, but as soon as I come to your elegant garden, my worldly thoughts disappear. I really envy your carefree life, Brother Wu."

Wu Wenxi smiled and said, "I am just a retired official. I only have the opportunity to be friends with pine, bamboo and plum trees every day.

Lord Qiao, even if you want to be alone, you don't have that blessing. The court cannot do without you as a pillar, so you will inevitably have to deal with more government affairs.

Master Qiao, I have called Yu Ting here. It is not in vain that you have adopted this son. He really makes you proud.

With such a capable subordinate, I'm afraid that more and more government affairs will trouble Lord Qiao in the future - should we call him in immediately?"

"Don't worry, young man, you need to be patient and cultivate a calm and peaceful spirit.

I am in the mood today and want to write a long or short poem. Bring me the pen!"

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When Shao Quanzhong entered Songchui Pavilion, he saw Wu Wenxi shaking his head and commenting on Qiao Songnian's new work, "...his meritorious service helped the rejuvenation of the country, look at the pillar in the south sky, holding back the flow of the river!
Good words, good words.

Mr. Qiao's previous poems often have the elegant style of Emperor Li Houzhu.

As soon as this poem came out, it was full of vigor and grandeur, like a giant Kun transforming into a bird and soaring into the sky. Master Qiao has regained his youth and regained his youthful spirit. "

Qiao Songnian stroked his beard with satisfaction, feeling that his new work would surely be passed down to future generations. “Today, Qiao has finally realized that the King of Wei’s strength is not his poetry.

Only with hegemony can there be a masterpiece like "Viewing the Sea" -

Yuting is here? Say something to me."

Seeing Qiao Songnian handing the brush to Shao Quanzhong, Wu Wenxi grinned beside him.

Wouldn't it be difficult for a martial artist who has never been to school to write poetry? It's not even certain whether he can write or not.

Shao Quanzhong took two quick steps and knelt down, "I pay my respects to my godfather!"

He stood up and scratched his head. "How can I write poetry? My godfather ordered me to do so, so I'll just write a few vulgar lines."

Shao Quanzhong took the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote two sentences with great speed.

Wu Wenxi was stunned. He and Qiao Songnian were both famous poets in the Qing Dynasty, and their calligraphy was perfect.

Shao Quanzhong's calligraphy is much worse in terms of brushwork and cannot be called a famous calligrapher, but it is actually not bad either. It is sharp and powerful, and it can be seen through the paper. It is obviously written by a warrior.

This word——

"Fire the cannons and blow him up! How can a giant whale swallow Fusang!"

Qiao Songnian laughed loudly, "Although my son's poem is vulgar, the heroic spirit is vividly expressed on the paper. Not bad, not bad."

Wu Wenxi quickly flattered him, "It is true that a tiger father will have a dog son. But Fusang is a small country and cannot afford the wrath of a hero."

Shao Quanzhong disagreed in his heart, you don’t know how powerful the Japanese are.

It’s not possible now. If I don’t come, the Qing Dynasty will soon know that they can do it.

I’m sorry, my subordinates in my previous life.

After thinking about it, only these two sentences of yours fit my current mood and aspirations. I guess you won't mind if I copy down your masterpiece?
After Mr. Qiao had finished his poetic inspiration, he started talking about business.

"Yuting, you have brought honor to our Huai Army by destroying the foreign rifle team this time.

Later, you can send someone to the Salt Transport Office to get another 50,000 silver coins for military pay, and we can quickly expand the Huai Army. Don't worry about retaliation from Shanghai.

Just train your troops, don't be afraid of conflicts with friendly forces, the key is to win. As long as you win, no matter how big the mess is, I will help you to make it right, tell them to come to me.

It's a pity that your father can only donate you a seventh-rank official rank. If you want to be a commander-in-chief, you must kill Hou Batian as soon as possible."

"I will obey my father's orders and will go to attack Hou Batian soon."

“Okay, there’s no need to rush. We still need to be fully prepared for war.

I called you here this time because I want to give you some reward. If you can't get promoted, then give me something practical.

As a commander, it is not a good idea for you to live in the military camp all the time. I heard that there are female relatives coming, and they have to stay at a friend's house. How can I put my face on this?
My father lives in the government office, and there is a small courtyard in Hailing City. It is useless if it is empty, so I will give it to you as a reward."

Shao Quanzhong fell to his knees again and said, "Thank you, foster father, for your generous gift."

A small yard is not a haunted garden, and compared with the huge military expenditure, it doesn't have much money. It mainly shows that Lord Qiao attaches great importance to him and really treats him as his godson.

"Okay, back off."

Shao Quanzhong retreated all the way to the door before turning around and leaving.

All I could hear was Qiao Songnian's cheerful and cheerful voice, "Brother Wu, the plum blossoms in this Zhe Garden will bloom in a few days, so I'll come and bother you again—"

The servant Wu Fu ran past Shao Quanzhong like the wind, and soon Wu Wenxi ran out in a panic and headed for the Laiqing Pavilion nearby.

Shao Quanzhong grabbed Wu Fu who came out and said, "Brother, what happened to Lord Wu?"

Wu Fu sighed, "Alas, the master wants to arrange a marriage for Miss Qingfeng. The man is from an aristocratic family, and the man just passed the provincial examination, but Miss Qingfeng swears to die and refuses to obey, and threatens to jump off the building--"

Alas, it seems that Lord Wu is still not at peace even after retirement. Although the Zhe Garden is nice, there are many troubles at home.

Shao Quanzhong returned to the village and ordered Le Sen to go to the Salt Transport Commissioner's Office to collect military pay. He then went to the playground to distribute the pay to the new recruits. The afternoon passed quickly.

"Report! Qiao Si, the servant of the Qiao Mansion, wants to see you."

Qiao Si greeted Shao Quanzhong, bowed and smiled, "Master, I will take you to see the new courtyard that the master has given you.

The servants in the yard are all well-trained. You just need to check in directly and dinner will be prepared for you."

It must be said that the worship of this godfather was not in vain. He took responsibility for all the troubles he caused, gave him military pay, and granted him a house.

In my past and present lives, Shao has always been a grateful person. No matter how far I go in the future, I will never let Mr. Qiao down.

Shao Quanzhong followed Qiao Si into the city, turned left and right, and found his new house in Zhonglou Lane.

Two of the ten personal soldiers automatically stood guard outside the door, and Zhang Siwen followed Shao Quanzhong into the yard.

The house also has three courtyards, but it has a large back garden, which is more spacious than the Wen Mansion. It seems that it would cost at least a thousand taels of silver to buy it.

But this house should not be bought by Lord Qiao. Do senior officials of the Qing Dynasty need to buy their own houses?

When the Lianghuai Salt Transport Commissioner came to Taizhou from Yangzhou, the local gentry tried to curry favor with him and gave him a small courtyard to stay in temporarily. That was only natural.

My current identity is that of the young master of the Qiao family. If I am not qualified to live here, who is?
The first courtyard is the living room, and the second courtyard is the main hall. Shao Quanzhong can already smell the fragrance of food.

Behind them was the back garden. Shao Quanzhong was not very interested in the garden and was about to order dinner. Zhang Siwen had a big appetite, so the kitchen had to cook more...

Suddenly, a woman's giggling voice came from the back garden. "Brother Shao's new house is so big, even bigger than the Wen Mansion. The small house my father rented is even bigger than it."

(End of this chapter)