Chapter 878 Planning the Number One Scholar (2)
There is a small teahouse on the street across the road from the palace. Although the teahouse is small, the decoration inside is very elegant. After finishing their official duties, many ministers like to come here to drink tea or listen to music to dispel the fatigue of the day. However, the cost here is three times higher than other teahouses.
What surprised Mo Yan the most was that the shopkeeper and the waiters here had firm eyes and looked like tigers when walking. They didn't look like the shopkeeper and the waiters at all. Moreover, several people have physical disabilities. For example, the shopkeeper has no legs below the knees and can only walk with crutches; the tea master who makes tea is missing a right leg and a left eye; even the waiter who serves tea has only Noh is holding the tray in his left hand, and an empty sleeve hangs from his right hand on the other side.
All this seemed indescribably strange in Mo Yans eyes. Looking at the man with a stern face, but gentle eyes when the waiter came in with tea, she had a preliminary guess about the identity of these people.
The tea here is good, you can try it. Xiao Ruiyuan picked up the hot tea and poured a cup of tea for Mo Yan.
Smelling the alluring aroma of tea, Mo Yan nodded, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Surprisingly, she found that the tea was no worse than the one brewed with Lingquan water at home. If she used the Yunwu tea in the space to brew it, I'm afraid it's much better than the tea she brewed.
Mo Yan drank the tea in the cup in one gulp and praised sincerely: "This is the most fragrant tea I have ever drunk. That tea master is so amazing!"
Xiao Ruiyuan smiled slightly: "If you want to learn, I'll tell the tea master, maybe he will be willing to teach you."
Seeing him say this, Mo Yan asked curiously: "Are you familiar with that tea master?"
Xiao Ruiyuan nodded: "This teahouse belongs to me."
Yours? Mo Yans eyes widened instantly: You actually know how to do business? This doesnt match your external image!
With one look, Xiao Ruiyuan knew what she was thinking, and the smile on his lips grew stronger: "Although the teahouse is mine, the management is entirely up to them. They only need to send the annual profits to Eleven."
Mo Yan was speechless. The person who handed over the business was even more "excessive" than her.
Thinking of his previous guess, Mo Yan asked, "Were they all your soldiers once?"
Xiao Ruiyuan nodded, not surprised at all that Mo Yan could guess this: "There are many people like them at the border. Those people lost their sound bodies in the war, so they were unwilling to go back to their hometowns and drag down their relatives at home. After people sent the compensation money given by the court back to their hometowns, they left themselves at the border and relied on reclaiming wasteland to support themselves."
But even the able-bodied villagers have to work non-stop and pray for good weather to survive. Needless to say, the hardships involved, let alone the border with missing limbs, barren land and harsh environment?
Xiao Ruiyuan has been at the border for many years, and he is more aware of how difficult it is for those people to survive. After he became a general and gained a certain amount of authority, he placed some soldiers who were able-bodied but could no longer go to the battlefield and were unwilling to return to their hometowns in prisons or places where they did not need to contribute, allowing them to rely on their own abilities. Live a decent life.
Like the last time Mo Qingze was in the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, the prison chief who took good care of him came down from the battlefield injured, and was finally arranged there by Xiao Ruiyuan.
However, such people are only a minority, and there are more people like teahouse shopkeepers and tea masters who are severely disabled and unable to support themselves through labor.
Xiao Ruiyuan owned many shops in Beijing, but these shops were all left to him by his mother and grandfather. The people who ran the shop business were all old people who followed his mother and grandfather. These people are so loyal that even if they want to help their soldiers, it is impossible to replace them.