Tibetan Sea Pearl

The night slowly dissipated, and a large ship slowly docked. In the morning, there was a mist on the surface of the river, and the mist curled up like a fairyland.

The faces of the people on the boat showed joyful expressions, and they got up one after another.

After several days and nights of sailing, the ship only needs to repair the supplies at the passing dock, which means that there will be a sip of hot tea and hot food.

The young man wearing a melon cap and wearing gold and silver has long been unable to hold back.

"Master." An old servant tremblingly came over to pack up his things, "We can disembark soon."

The guests on the boat couldn't help being curious. He heard the sound and looked over. The old servant was old and dark-skinned. He wore two or three golden rings on his hands, which made him look even more dazzling. The accompanying servants were all gorgeously dressed, wearing gold and silver.

This group of people are all men, old and young, in order not to be despised and ridiculed, they go out without a maidservant, which also echoes the outfit of the rich young master when he goes out, but this group of people looks a little strange.

Rich locals in Lingnan no longer dress like this.

This is a nouveau riche, the kind that gets rich overnight.

"We don't expose our wealth." The guests smiled and shook their heads, "It doesn't look like they are locals."

The locals have always been low-key.

Some customers asked other people in private, "Which family is this? I don't know what kind of business the family is in."

Others expressed that they didn't know that this group of people dressed in rich and noble clothes, but they were very low-key in their affairs. They walked all the way, ate, slept and slept every day. They didn't see anyone say anything. Many things were taken care of by that old servant.

But it can be seen that the young man is in the main position.

The boy tugged at the finger-thick gold necklace around his neck, and jumped up, "Abbot, let me do it."

The old servant held him down, "How can I trouble the young master to do this kind of trivial matter by himself, and he can't lose his sense of control when he is out of the house." While packing his luggage, he said, "After getting off the boat, the young master will not have to suffer, and there will be hot tea. hot meal."

The young man could only watch the old servant tremblingly pack his bags.

The others were also looking at the old servant, seeing that he had packed his bags quickly, and asked, "Old man, are you leaving? Are you going north?"

"No." The old servant replied.

"It's a pity that we can't go all the way together." The guest sighed.

"I'm sorry to bother you all this way. We will meet later." The old servant bowed to everyone, "When we meet again someday, I will definitely treat everyone to a pot of thin wine."

Everyone shook their heads and laughed, "I'm afraid I won't be able to wait for your pot of beer wine."

The boy glared at the old man, thinking he was troublesome.

"It's better to hit the sun than choose the day." I saw the old man generously took off the gold ring from his hand, threw it to the book boys from other houses nearby, and sent the book boys ashore to buy wine.

"The old man is still generous." Everyone laughed and laughed.

The teenager on the side seemed a little impatient and wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.

Before the book boy came back after buying the wine, the old man took a group of people to bid farewell to everyone.

After going ashore, they found a stable, bought some good horses, and a group of seven or eight people jumped on the horses.

"Abbe, why are you talking so much today? Why are you talking so much to those irrelevant people?" The boy said, with a sound of riding, his legs were clamped on the horse's belly, and he galloped away.

Those people on the boat met once, and they will never see each other again.

"A Song." The old man's voice came from behind, "The young master said that we should hide our identities when we go out. To hide our identities does not mean that we should not speak, but to know when to speak and when not to speak."

Nan Song remembered that he was not the real young master.

Sitting on the boat was aggrieved, and the guards behind him, like a caged beast, passed the old man wantonly.

"Uncle, you can't be so stingy. When you arrive in the capital, you have to treat guests and invite us to drink."

"What are you afraid of, you still have several gold rings, enough for us to eat several meals." The guards shouted one after another.

"You little bastards, you know how to eat all day long." The old man shouted loudly, desperately chasing the passing guards.

"Take it!" Nan Song grabbed the horse's reins with one hand, untied the gold necklace around his neck with the other, and swung it twice in the air, "Is this enough?"

The old man who was at the back of the line stretched out his hand to catch it, "Some prodigal sons, go back and let the young master take care of you."

As soon as his words fell, Nan Song and the guards had already galloped forward.