One is a rank-and-file military attache;
One is the highest official of the Gyeonggi government office;
Even if Chen Yaozi was not here in person, but just as a personal guard, his arrogance just now seemed like a joke. Dong Ba was frozen there, holding his neck, with no intention of retreating.
When the officer next to him saw that something was not going well, he was afraid that this guy would become evil and do something that would harm him, so he quickly got up and advised: "Why are you making such a fuss? Sit down quickly! Drink! Drink!!"
Dong Ba was pulled a few times, then he sat down unwillingly and patted the table: "Shop! Shop!"
Knowing that he was going to vent his anger, Wang Hou had already stepped aside, letting him be incompetent and furious. At the same time, he also looked towards the second floor, thinking about whether he had neglected that store in the past few days. He really didn't expect that the other party had such a background. His small shop , how can you entertain such a distinguished guest?
Di Qing also restrained his anger and did not give in to Dong Ba who was yelling at him. However, he also talked to Qiao Er who was trying to persuade him. After a while, the atmosphere became warm again and the embarrassment was successfully resolved.
Not far away, Di Jin had a panoramic view of this scene.
The temperament of this young man Di Qing was not much different from what he thought.
As a prisoner, he was sent to the capital to serve in the army, and later became a guard of the palace imperial army. When Li Yuanhao attacked the Song Dynasty, he was appointed as the third class envoy, palace attendant and commander of Yanzhou.
This official position sounds majestic, but in the Song Dynasty, it was actually a low-level military attache with no rank. However, being able to be placed on the front line shows that Di Qing is a good person and can rely on his proficiency in bow and horse and superb martial arts to strive for a prominent position. Chance.
They are also at the bottom of the grassroots. Compared with Yue Fei, who rose up during a period of turmoil when the country was shattered by mountains and rivers, Di Qing's path to promotion is undoubtedly more difficult and he must seize every opportunity.
Sure enough, when things over there came to an end, Di Qing came over openly and said: "Let brother laugh!"
Di Jin said: "You speak uprightly, how can you laugh at it?"
"After taking off the wooden shackles, I almost forgot my identity as a prisoner. I am not qualified to be righteous!"
Di Qing smiled bitterly, but there was no discouragement in his expression. On the contrary, he was full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm: "But I won't be like this all my life. I will also become a high official in the future so that they will never dare to look down on me again!"
Di Jin said: "I believe you can do it."
Di Qing laughed, drank a bowl of wine, turned and left.
Seeing this man's back, Zhu Er said: "This man is quite honest, but it's a pity that he was caught committing murder and is going to join the army as a thief!"
Di Jin said: "A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise. Exiting the army is not necessarily a dead end."
Zhuer chuckled.
Di Jin ignored the female thief and saw Lin Xiaoyi tidying up the room and standing up: "After dinner, let's go back to the room."
The best room on the second floor is already occupied by the Chen family's Qin family, and the remaining two upper rooms have been booked by Lei Jiu, so men and women are separated.
Di Jin, Lei Cheng, Lin Xiaoyi, and Lei Jiu lived in one room, while Di Xiangling and Zhu Er lived in one room.
It's not crowded, and it's windy and snowy outside. It's already good to have such housing conditions.
However, there was another quarrel outside soon, and it was still the familiar voice. Dong Ba, the general of the Zhengming Army, drove away a merchant and occupied a room, asking to sleep alone.
Military generals, palace attendants and the third class were the three levels of military officials in the Song Dynasty. They were all the lowest-ranking military attachés who were not of high rank. Only by borrowing a post in the third class like Jiang Huaiyi could one be regarded as a high-ranking official, starting from the ninth rank.
But don't mistake grassroots cadres as leaders. It is not easy to become a military general. At least those who have made small achievements can be escorted to lead the team. They can also show off their power among the people on weekdays.
Since ancient times, people have not fought with officials. Although the status of merchants in the Song Dynasty was much higher than that in the Tang Dynasty, they still respected the officials the most. They could only obey and gave up the corner room. Dong Ba looked at everyone's disgusted eyes. , swaggering into the house.
"The messenger who eats dog intestines!"
Lin Xiaoyi hated this kind of person the most. Before, he could only curse in his heart, but now he was bolder and dared to glare fiercely at Dong Ba's back, and then quickly went to make the bed.
After he tidied up the room and saw the young master lighting candles and taking out books to read, he went out to get hot water.
Passing by the door of the upper room in the center, Lin Xiaoyi subconsciously stepped softly.
The room was very quiet. The nephew of a high-ranking official who knew the Kaifeng Mansion was probably also reading. Judging from the guard's arrogant attitude, he was not easy to talk to. He did not dare to disturb the other party and walked over almost tiptoeing.
When I got to the stairs, I saw a small body carrying a bucket of water upstairs with difficulty. It was the guy who was beaten before.
Although Xiao Qi looked ugly and had one scary eye, when Lin Xiaoyi saw this child who was shorter and thinner than himself, he thought of the difficulties he had faced when he came out to work a few years ago, felt sympathy for the child, and stepped forward to help him.
Xiaoqi didn't seem to expect that someone would help her. There was no gratitude in her one-eyed gaze, but instead there was doubt and vigilance, and there was something unfathomable about it.
Lin Xiaoyi didn't have any other ideas. She just silently helped him carry the bucket upstairs and filled the two rooms with hot water. When he was done with his work and was about to return to his room, a hoarse and unpleasant voice suddenly came from behind him: "Don't come out at night!"
Lin Xiaoyi turned around and saw his assistant Xiao Qi standing behind him, looking at him with one eye and pointing to the corner room where Dong Ba was: "That place... is haunted!"
After another pause, he grinned, with innocence and cruelty: "He lives alone, and his Yang energy can't be suppressed! Hey!"
Just three sentences, combined with the indescribable tone and demeanor, made Lin Xiaoyi feel like he was outside in the ice and snow, and a cold air rushed straight into the sky.
Seeing him stunned, Xiao Qi thought she didn't believe it, so she simply walked outside the room where Dong Ba was. She lay down skillfully with her small body, looked at the crack in the door for a moment, chuckled, and waved: "Come and see! Come and see. ! Four legs, two walking, two floating, floating, floating, shaking..."
Lin Xiaoyi's hair stood on end. He didn't even finish listening, turned around and rushed into the room.
"What's wrong?"
It wasn't until he heard Di Jin's surprised voice that the little book boy with numb scalp woke up from a dream, his teeth chattering and said: "Young Master... Young Master... that little guy said... make trouble..."
"Don't scare yourself!"
Di Jin comforted him with a smile and put away the book. He was obviously still in good spirits, but his biological clock had reached the time when he could rest: "I'm tired from traveling all day, so don't work too hard. Go to sleep!"
The room was divided into two halves, and the two pairs of masters and servants each slept in one half. Lin Xiaoyi took a quilt and spread it beside the bed, lay down, and forced himself to close his eyes.
As the night progressed, the chaotic sounds between heaven and earth seemed to be gradually turned down by an invisible big hand, and the whistling of the wind and snow outside gradually disappeared.
At some point, Lin Xiaoyi seemed to have arrived outside the room at the corner. He lay down and followed the crack in the door to see a figure floating back and forth.
Perhaps realizing that he was peeking, the shadow suddenly turned around, revealing the true face of Lushan.
A dead man.
His eyes were bulging outwards, his gaze was dull, his face was gray, and there were streaks of black blood on his body.
The next moment, it abandoned Dong Ba and rushed towards the door. Grumbling in its throat, it slowly stretched out its hand and pointed out the wounds on its body that were bleeding with black blood to Lin Xiaoyi who was peeking...
"ah--!!"
Lin Xiaoyi yelled and stood up suddenly from the quilt, dripping with cold sweat.
"ah--!!"
It was not a dream, there was really a shrill scream coming from outside.
