"You told Rong'er that you don't need to write a letter?"
"yes."
Dong An knew how much Yang Shangxian doted on his son.
I often see Shang Xian sitting there alone, thinking about his son in Jingzhong,
But then I thought about it, Shang Xian is not the kind of father who pretends to be reserved.
What are these two guys playing at?
Yang Shangxian smiled, "Sir, Rong'er should keep a low profile when he's out there.
I'm afraid that he will always write me letters, which will make people who are interested take note of them and be on guard against others. "
Dong An was silent. Shang Xian now and he when he was young are completely two extremes.
When I was young, I showed it to the extreme.
But now, hiding to the extreme.
"I have to write a letter anyway..."
Yang Shangxian said with longing in his eyes, "When winter comes again, the Yamen will be less busy. I'm thinking of going to Beijing to see Rong'er."
Good guy, it's just spring now, and Shang Xian has already stabbed it into winter.
Dong An said, "If you want to take leave, I will give it to you now. Why wait until winter?"
Yang Shangxian shook his head resolutely, "Rong'er has his own affairs, and I also have mine."
"No, no one can persuade you."
"grown ups..."
"Um?"
"Now that Rong'er is an official in Beijing, only you and I know about it. I also ask you not to leak the news. It would be bad for Rong'er."
"Ha," Mr. Futai said with a hurt expression, "Sir Shang, can I still make such a mistake? You miss me so much, I'm very sad!"
"Sir, let me buy you a drink."
"Hahahaha, that's pretty much it! I'll forgive you this time!"
While the two were talking, the Yamen servant walked in, and they quickly stopped talking about Yang Rong.
"What's up?"
Dong An restored the dignity of the master of the mansion.
"I'm telling you, sir, there are postmen outside the Yamen who want to see you."
"Postman?"
Dong An and Yang Shang looked at each other first, why would the postman come to the Yamen? If the order was from the capital, it would naturally be through a letter, which is not the same system as the post office.
"Call in."
However, if Dong An asked the yamen servant in front of him, he would definitely not be able to find out anything.
"Yes, sir."
A postman wearing strange blue clothes walked in. The blue clothes were currently in the pattern of a pair of shoes. Behind the shoes, there were several lines drawn, giving people a realistic feeling of running fast.
On the chest on the other side, the word "Shunfeng" is written in traditional Chinese.
"Greetings, sir, Daming Shunfeng Post is delivering a package, and here is Yang Shangxian's package."
Dong An looked blankly at the strangely dressed postman in front of him, and thought to himself,
Am I out of touch with this world?
Yang Shangxian glanced at Mr. Futai, indicating that he didn't understand either.
"Ahem, are you looking for Yang Shangxian?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Do you have any identification stamp?"
"Yes, sir."
The postman took out a few pieces of paper from his arms and presented them to the master of the mansion.
Dong An lowered his head and saw that the materials were completely complete.
During the Hongwu period, inter-regional movement was not allowed without official documents. Although it is much better now, it is still difficult to apply for documents for cross-regional circulation.
But this guy is really good. The documents are covered with official seals from various yamen.
In other words, with this document, this Shunfeng postman can go anywhere in the world at will.
If it weren’t for Beijing’s support, it would have been impossible to obtain so many official seals.
Seeing that there was no problem with the procedure, Yang Shang stepped forward and said,
"I am Yang Shangxian."
The postman looked at Yang Shangxian and said, "What a coincidence. Come on, this is what Jingzhong mailed to you. Just sign your name on the list to prove that you have received it. That's it."
Yang Shangxian did not rush to sign, but instead said,
"You have to show me the things first. I have to make sure they are not damaged before I can sign."
When the postman heard this, he glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him in surprise.
Before signing, confirm whether something is damaged or not. This is a hidden rule of Shunfeng Inn. Ordinary people don’t know it at all.
This postman has passed through so many cases, and basically what he says is followed by what others do. This is the first time I have met someone who asked me to confirm the object first.
"What? Can't it be like this?" Yang Shang asked first.
"Yes, yes, definitely yes." As he spoke, the postman took out a letter from the large bag slung on his body.
Yang Shangxian lowered his head and looked over. The letter was written in familiar handwriting:
My father respects me.
I don’t know why, but Master Ji’an, who was involved in both black and white circles, felt a sore nose when he saw these four words.
"It's mine, thank you."
"That's good. Come on, sign."
After Yang Shangxian signed, he took a piece of broken silver from his arms and placed it in the postman's hand.
The postman quickly shook his head and said, "Our post has regulations and we cannot accept tips!"
"This is not a tip, this is to buy you a drink, thank you for your hard work."
The postman hesitated for a while, but finally put it in his arms, "Brother Yang, if you have anything to do in the future, please come to me. There is a Shunfeng Post in Ji'an Prefecture, which can send and receive mails."
"okay."
After the postman retreated, Dong An scratched his head and said confusedly,
"When did Ji'an Prefecture have this? Why didn't I know?"
Yang Shangxian didn't have time to answer what Master Futai said, so he opened the letter with trembling fingers. Although he said he didn't want Yang Rong to write letters to his family,
But after traveling thousands of miles, how can a father not be worried?
"Dad! You didn't expect that there would still be a letter! Haha!"
Yang Rong's first sentence, his naughty tone jumped out of the page,
Yang Shangxian wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers and cursed in a low voice,
"This brat!"
“Dad, after I came to the capital, I met a lot of great people, ate a lot of delicious food, and got to see the world!
The child is now working for His Majesty in the Ministry of Industry. Every day is very fulfilling. Brother Yang and Brother Yang are also taking care of the child.
The child is in Beijing, everything is fine.
Dad, how is your home? "
"well..."
Yang Shangxian said to himself that now he is no longer an unpredictable master, but an ordinary father.
The tears that had just been wiped away made Yang Shangxian's eyes red again.
"Dad, you always say that you have to keep your tail between your legs when you are away from home, but after trying it out in Beijing, you found that this method doesn't work at all.
In the court, the child is nothing more than a middle-aged man. The child becomes more and more vigilant and must improve his knowledge day by day so as not to disgrace his father. "
Yang Shangxian's fingers trembled, and confusion flashed in his eyes.
Is Rong'er just a mediocre person in Beijing?
As a father, you know Yang Rong’s character best. To sum it up in four words,
A group of crazy people,
If he, the father, hadn't deliberately suppressed him, this boy's tail would have been raised to the sky.
It would be even harder for this kid to admit that others are better than him than to let him die.
Yang Shangxian knew how powerful his son was, but he actually made Rong'er say that he was just an ordinary person in Beijing.
This is really going to mess up my dad!
Is the water in Beijing so deep?
