On the day he arrived in Hangzhou, Song Beiyun received fourteen letters of prayer, saying it was a secret operation, but the news about these people was really well-informed.

However, he didn't care, because his whereabouts must have been leaked. It was because the roads in Jiangsu and Zhejiang were prosperous, and the thieves probably had nowhere to do it. If they were transferred to Huizhou and Jiangzhou, he would probably have been stabbed.

Hangzhou is a good place after all. Although the climate is a bit stuffy along the way, the reputation of Suzhou and Hangzhou is truly well-known, and even the women on the road need to be more refined.

"Mr. Song, are you going out for fun at night?"

"No." Song Beiyun sat in the room and wrote a letter. After hearing the manniu's greeting, he raised his head and said, "You just go by yourself."

"Oh... I'll go."

After he walked away with his footsteps, a black shadow suddenly rushed in from the window like a bird and knelt in front of Song Beiyun on one knee: "Mr. Song, the 172 secret spies in the Imperial City have all been in place."

"Okay." Song Beiyun nodded slightly: "You are careful to keep an eye on it, this place is not as good as Jinling City."

"I understand!"

"Go."

Then he flipped out of the window again and disappeared in an instant.

Only Song Beiyun knew their existence. Although he was exposed, these people were still hiding in the dark. As long as you find a little clue, you can quickly lock in the target.

After writing the letter, Song Beiyun opened the door and asked a servant to send the letter, while he walked out of the inn alone and walked aimlessly on the streets of Lin'an City.

This place is somewhat similar to Hefei City but also a little different. In May, the whole city of Lin'an is filled with a gentle sweet fragrance. Occasionally, passing by a family, the sweet fragrance of boiled lotus root powder floats out of the window, making people feel salivation.

When he turned to the main road, the roadside vendors would shout harder when they saw that Song Beiyun was dressed up by someone else.

The prosperity and well-being that is in sharp contrast with those rebellious places really makes people feel comfortable.

Because this is not a distribution center for foreign trade, there are few Hu merchants selling it in a horizon. However, many Hu merchants' shops are open for business. After nightfall, the men and women come out to eat or stroll around the streets. On the water pavilion singing stage in the distance, there are women singing the small songs from Hangzhou.

"Does this old man want a sweetheart?"

Perhaps because he fell in love with Song Beiyun's dress, a young master who was different from ordinary people, a sharp-eyed porter came forward to greet the business.

Song Beiyun asked with a smile: "How much does it cost to carry a baby boy?"

"I and my brothers carry a sedan chair around the West Lake for a whole night. If the old man wants to go around, he can cover my brothers for two hundred cents all night."

"That's quite cheap." Song Beiyun took out his usual money from his pocket and took out a row of money: "I don't want Jiaozi anymore. You can find someone to accompany me. I'll rent this money to you."

The money was obviously more than 200 ci, and after I started, I could get about four or five hundred ci. It was rare to see a generous person. The porter responded to Song Beiyun's words with a smile on his face. After running over to discuss with his brother, he ran to Song Beiyun again: "Uncle, where do you want to go?"

“Let’s go around.”

It was actually a good deal to spend some money to hire a tour guide. The two of them slowly walked along the Liuyan Road next to West Lake.

"Uncle, this is West Lake. It's fifteenth today. You are lucky and will be able to enjoy the moon later. If you are willing to spend a few dozen cents, you can go to the island to drink and enjoy the moon. There is a restaurant on the island. The lotus-scented wine tastes so fragrant that even the officials now like it."

"He? He likes nothing." Song Beiyun murmured in a low voice, but probably knew that this was just a gimmick for merchants. Zhao Xing always drank boiled rice wine when drinking alcohol, and he had rashes when drinking other wines...

"Walking forward, there is an old street selling small items. There are many rare things on it. I wonder where the old man came from? Have you ever eaten? If you haven't eaten yet, how about the younger ones take you to the old street to eat these Hangzhou specialties?"

"good."

Song Beiyun spread the fan out loud, and the moonlight shone on his body. His white clothes were like snow, and there was a brocade belt hanging on his waist. The jade falling from the brocade belt looked like an ordinary person. Even the fan was written and painted by Mr. Zhang, the Minister of Works of the Ministry of Works. You must know that his paintings are priceless and unavailable.

The magic crown on his head is not a cheap thing. Although it is not a golden crown, it is also exquisitely carved and complex in shape. There is no such fine thing on the market. Even if it is rare to appear, it must have been carved by a craftsman in a few years. The price can be raised to the sky by those scholars.

Of course, Song Beiyun could not get it either, but Old Man Zhang wanted to borrow Song Beiyun's standard ruler to copy one, so he got a lot of good things for Zhang Qing to bribe Song Beiyun, which allowed him to swagger around with this huge fan.

Anyone with a little bit of vision knows that this young man is a nobleman. It is not guaranteed that the young man from a family came to travel to West Lake. Many porters looked at the guy following Song Beiyun with envious eyes.

One from the other, they arrived at the old street. Compared with the previous main road, there was a little less prosperous but a little more gentle. The things on the roadside became more and more home. There were many people sitting in the small restaurant. There were often naughty children playing by the bluestone road with bamboo poles.

Hangzhou is a good place.

Song Beiyun sighed, and then followed the tour guide to a restaurant. The owner of the restaurant was a woman in her thirties. She looked like a diligent person. When she saw someone coming in, she immediately ordered her 14- or 15-year-old daughter to go out to greet her.

When the girl saw Song Beiyun's appearance, she couldn't help but glanced at her a few more times. Song Beiyun didn't pay attention to her, but just sat at the wooden table and played with the copper immortal lock he had bought just now.

"Zheng Niang, let your mother bring out all the best wine and food in your house."

"Don't be anxious." Song Beiyun stretched out his fan to stop the girl: "You can tell me what you have first."

The girl glanced at Song Beiyun and lowered her head and said shyly: "There are crab-stewed oranges, mountain and sea dogs, plum blossom soup cakes, West Lake carp, roasted sheep, silk chicken noodles, wine lees, fish and smolder chicken."

The name of the dish that mixes Jiangnan's tone with the little girl's crisp voice can make people feel sweet before eating it.

"Yes... there is also the home-made plum wine, which is so delicious. The prefect likes to drink my plum wine."

Song Beiyun laughed: "What kind of dishes should those two people order?"

The girl thought for a while: "Two people, I like to eat meat, so I eat chicken and fish. My mother's chicken and fish are delicious, mutton... I don't think it's so good. Then I'll have to give a piece of water chestnut cake, a plum blossom soup cake and a jar of plum wine, which must be enough."

"Okay, just follow what you said."

"Then... the guest official wants to give the money first. My family is only me and my mother. If you have a tycoon meal, we will not be able to catch up and will not dare to chase you."

"Okay, give the money."

This delicate and crisp little girl spoke the most beautifully. Song Beiyun was happy to hear it and took it over with a handful of money. When the girl saw it, she waved her hand quickly: "There are so much more, so there are so many..."

"The extra ones are considered to be buying you new clothes. Who makes you look so beautiful?"

The daughter of this kind of small business is not as good as Jin Ling'er. Before Song Beiyun could speak yellow, she just praised her slightly, and then turned and ran into the kitchen.

The food and food came in a short while. The little girl didn't even dare to look at Song Beiyun when serving the food, but she always wandered around him intentionally or unintentionally, which was very interesting...

Although the porter was invited by Song Beiyun, he did not dare to eat and drink like usual, because the boss was so delicate that he naturally became delicate. Although he thought that eating like this was uncomfortable, it could not ruin the atmosphere of others hiring.

After eating some wine and food, Song Beiyun found that the taste here is very different from that of Yangzhou and Luzhou. The taste is slightly lighter, and even the wine is very light, which is worthy of this little jade.

While happily savoring the delicious food in Hangzhou, a few people suddenly lifted the curtains and walked in. As soon as they came in, the girl hurriedly ran out, and then saw the owner of the store walking out.

The boss lady was a little thin. She stood there and said to the few people who came in, "My uncles, this shop really cannot be given to you. This is the property of the deceased husband and I... This is my life only."

"Why are you so stubborn? Our master likes your shop and says he is giving you some money, enough for you to open another shop, why don't you leave?"

"This is the property of the deceased husband, how can it be easily exchanged for your master's family?" The woman was also a little helpless: "Please don't mention it again."

"Okay, okay, I see how long you can hold on."

After saying that, the goatee looked at his subordinates and immediately stepped forward to drive away the customers here. The guests could not bear the harassment and left cursing.

Soon there was Song Beiyun's table left, and the porter whispered: "Uncle, it's better to have less trouble than to have more trouble. I think we'll leave too."

Song Beiyun was having fun and began to study how to make this sweet, sticky, beautiful and delicious plum blossom soup cake. He pretended that he didn't hear it when he heard him.

"You two, get up!" A thug next to him walked forward: "Get up! What to eat! I'll let you crawl out!"

Song Beiyun raised his head and just glanced at him. His brows frowned slightly, threw the chopsticks on the table, stood up and pressed the scoundrel head directly into the hot soup basin, and then pulled out the dagger from his waist and nailed the scoundrel palm to the table.
Chapter completed!