Just when all the Jinshi officials participated in an exciting literature class, they felt that their trip was worthwhile.
Suddenly, the sound of the drums in the courtyard changed, and everyone thought the birthday banquet was about to begin.
They all turned their heads to look in the direction of the main room.
But who would have known that it was not Shen Mo and Shen Han, the two big bosses of the Shen family, who appeared on the front steps of the hall.
Instead, a young man came to the front of the hall with a frivolous smile.
"Shen Wan?"
People who knew the young master of the Shen family thought he came to arrange something in front of the steps.
Unexpectedly, he was followed by two servants, each holding a scroll.
Shen Wan smiled and directed the two servants to open the scroll.
When everyone looked at it, they saw it was just an ordinary birthday couplet with the following words:
The moon is like a pond of lotus, and the sun and moon are long when you fish for silk silk;
The pine trees are long-lived, and the flat peaches holding the sun are three thousand years old!
It's an ordinary couplet, the paper framing is decent, and the handwriting is good, but that's about it.
Just when everyone was about to look away and continue talking and laughing, Shen Wan suddenly said loudly: "Dear relatives, friends, and acquaintances, everyone, this couplet is a gift from Mr. Fang, the official parent of our Songjiang Mansion. Is Mr. Fang here? Mr. Fang is there? ?"
At this time, at the table where Huating County Magistrate Huang Rong was sitting, a conspicuous official in red robes had a red face. He first smiled awkwardly at the people around him, then stood up tremblingly, cupped his hands and said, "Third Young Master, I'm here!"
Shen Wan smiled playfully and continued to everyone: "This Master Fang, on my father's birthday, specially sent me a handwritten couplet. As my father's son, I come here to express my gratitude!"
After saying that, he cupped his hands towards the magistrate.
Everyone was thinking, what is the background of Songjiang Magistrate, why should the Shen family personally thank him for sending a couplet?
But as soon as he saw Shen Wan's joking smile, he suddenly understood.
"Did this person surnamed Fang just give me a couplet? What about the others? No more?"
"Isn't this the third son of the Shen family humiliating the prefect in court?"
Everyone turned to look at Magistrate Fang's table. Sure enough, Fang's face was red and the smile on his face was almost unbearable. Everyone could see that the other party was trying to hold on.
Unexpectedly, Shen Wan was not going to let him go yet. He smiled coldly and said, "Master Fang, you have to take this couplet back later. When your father passes his birthday, you can use it again!"
After saying that, he nuzzled at the two servants.
The two servants got the hint and quickly rolled up the couplet, put it into the brocade box, and returned it to the prefect.
The smile on Magistrate Fang's face had long since disappeared.
His face was red, his eyes were red, and his lips were trembling slightly.
The next second, his face, which was still flushed, turned pale, big beads of sweat fell like rain, and his body was shaking like chaff.
All the guests were frightened by this scene.
As the elder of the former cabinet, Shen Han had a distinguished status, so naturally he could not always greet them at the door. When Xu He and the others arrived, he greeted them symbolically for a while and then went to the backyard to rest.
Standing at the door at this time should have been the two brothers of the Shen family.
Shen Wan didn't know what happened, but he suddenly appeared and humiliated the top leader of the local government in front of everyone.
Guests, I look at you, you look at me, the eyes are full of meaning, but no one dares to speak out.
At this time, the middle-aged man who had just taken the exam for Xu He suddenly stood up and said: "Shen Wan, who are you talking to? Mr. Fang is outside as a shepherd, and here is a distinguished guest who comes to wish your father a birthday. Get out of here!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the room fell silent.
Even the drumming troupe was stopped by his momentum and did not dare to move.
When Shen Wan saw the person speaking, his expression changed and he was about to say something.
Unexpectedly, Shen Xuan got the news and hurriedly ran out. He quickly raised his hands and saluted everyone: "Young brother is ridiculous, please forgive me!"
After saying that, he turned around and scolded Shen Wan: "Get out of here!"
Shen Wan stared at Shen Xuan, squeezing his neck and refusing to leave.
Unexpectedly, at this time, the middle-aged man on Xu He's table came up to the steps and just glared at Shen Wan. Finally, Shen Wan took the stern look in that man's eyes and left.
Before leaving, he looked Shen Xuan up and down and said, "This is not to give you face. Don't yell in front of me next time."
This sentence made Shen Xuan so angry that he almost exploded.
After enduring for a long time, Shen Xuan raised his hands and said to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, this is the matter!"
The middle-aged man said: "Stop talking now, go and appease the magistrate!"
Shen Xuan suddenly said: "Yes, yes..."
Xu He saw everything in his eyes, turned around and asked Tang Shunzhi in a low voice: "Mr. Jingchuan, who is this...?"
Tang Shunzhi whispered: "This is your new Ti Xue Dao of Nanzhili, the imperial censor of Zuoqiandu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Wang Liangchen and Wang Rulin!"
Xu He was shocked and said: "Ti Xue Dao? Where is Yang Tixue?"
Tang Shunzhi glanced at him but said nothing.
Xu He suddenly realized that Yang Yinqiu was from Cifu, and the two brothers were also teachers at Cifu.
This kind of person who is deeply bound to Xia Yangqiu must also be in the team that is liquidated after the downfall of the second assistant.
I just didn't expect that the imperial court would arrange a new appointment so quickly.
Xu He suddenly thought of Wu Decao.
When this guy heard this news, he would probably laugh out of his dreams.
At this moment, Shen Xuan and Wang Liangchen had already invited the prefect to the table.
After much persuasion by the two of them, the magistrate finally lost his frightening anger just now.
But at this time, his eyes were silent and empty. No matter how much Shen Xuan and Wang Liangchen tried to persuade him, he remained silent.
After Shen Xuan left, Wang Liangchen bowed his hands and said: "Master Fang, this is just a child's nonsense. After the banquet, I will report to Mingzong's godbrother and ask him to take care of this son!"
Just when everyone thought that Magistrate Fang would just let it go or let the matter go without hesitation, Magistrate Fang suddenly said in a leisurely tone while sitting at the banquet: "A few days ago, I met an old man on the way and returned to the Yamen later. I felt something and wrote a poem!”
Speaking of this, he ignored everyone's doubtful looks and muttered:
There was an old man who became ill and became as thin as a ghost.
Xiaolai walked to the official road and begged passers-by for money and rice.
At that time, I was sent to leave Songjiang, and when I met him, I felt pity for his poverty.
I gave him five liters of rice out of his pocket, but I wonder why he is a poor man.
The old man replied, "Listen to me. I am Dongxiang Li Fuwu."
My family has no business background and only cultivates 30 acres of government land.
In early March of the thirty-fifth year, I sold my clothes and bought a plow and a hoe.
Farming day and night is hard work, and you have to pay off private debts and lose official rents.
Unexpectedly, from June to July, there will be no tide and no rain.
Desire for a little bit of water is like blood in a farmer's eyes.
The Huangpu River surges like a ditch, and farmers compete for water like pearls.
If several cars cannot reach each other, the rice fields will turn into sand.
The lawsuit was hit hard in August, and I was afraid that I would have to pay for my food and get official sticks.
He went with his neighbors to complain about the disaster, and hoped that all ten shi of official grain would be released.
In those days, good and bad luck were divided across the shore, and the high fields were desolate and the low fields were abundant.
If the county magistrate does not see the drought in the high fields, he will say that it is the same as in the low fields.
Words were sent to the countryside at a rapid pace, forcing me to surrender all the fields.
Just because I was angry and refused to surrender, my land was harvested.
In the ninth month of Taiping, a dry warehouse was opened, and the owner was poor and had no repayment.
The boy's name is Ah Xi, his granddaughter, and he forced me to marry and sell to compensate for official grain.
Asun sells and sinks half the city, and his whereabouts are unknown today.
Poor Ah Xi still has her hair cut, and is marrying into the wealthy Shen family.
I am already seventy years old, hungry, foodless, cold and without clothes.
I prayed from east to west to save my remaining breath, but returned to hell early without any reason.
Xuan Yan wiped the tears from his cheeks, and suddenly I felt sweat staining my back.
Old man, don't say anything anymore, I am the prefect of Songjiang.
…
After reciting a poem, everyone was shocked.
"There was an old man who became ill and became as thin as a ghost."
"A Suntai was buried in half of the city. I don't know where he is today. Poor A Xi still hasn't got her hair cut yet, so she went to marry in the mountains of Huzhou."
This isn't poetry at all, it's a whip with thorns, which makes the hearts of everyone present drip with blood.
At this time, the sound of drums sounded again, and the maids of the Shen family wearing silk satin came to the courtyard carrying exquisite dishes.
When the magistrate saw this, he stood up and looked up to the sky, laughing wildly.
After laughing, he staggered out of Shen's Mansion under everyone's doubtful eyes.
"This poem was adapted from a great poet from Songjiang Prefecture in the early Ming Dynasty!
The poem is very long, but I suggest you read it, it’s quite cruel! "
