If you don't go out, you don't know how good your family is, and if you don't do things, you don't know the importance of power. If it were in Songjiang Mansion, if he were Zhu Xiluo's son, even if he did it, this simple complaint would have been settled long ago. Xie Xiaodong cursed in his heart. He was even more saddened and angry because of his father's lack of ambition. He hated that iron cannot become steel. You are a fourth-grade magistrate at such an old age. How can you still have the nerve to live in this world? Wouldn't it be better to reincarnate as soon as possible? !
After a bad start, the group of people returned to the Laifu Inn with their heads lowered and as if they were just eating at the table.
It is probably because he was too tired in the morning, and his physical strength recovers slower as he gets older. In the afternoon, Xie Xiangrong did not do any physical work, but lay on the bed to rest for a while. Time makes people grow old, and Xie Xiangrong also sighed from time to time. Time flies, and time does not wait for us. The old bird flies. Not moving anymore.
Xie Xiaodong pushed the door open angrily, sat down, picked up the teapot, filled himself a cup of tea, and poured it in.
"Dad, things didn't get done." Xie Xiaodong looked as decadent as if he had woken up after sleeping with the husky last night.
"Um" Xie Xiangrong is a little strange. The Minister of Rites is Zhang Songhe, and the Minister of Punishments is Liu Wenzheng. These are his masters. In terms of relatives, they can be regarded as half of his masters. They also discussed with several adults at Mr. Li's house that day. Regarding this matter, why are they so procrastinating and inactive in this event? This is very inappropriate. Is there something hidden?
"Xiaodong, what's wrong? Master Shangshu is not here"?
"I asked the yamen guard, and Mr. Liu, the Minister of Punishment, is in the yamen." Thinking of this, Xie Xiaodong wanted to personally greet those adults. They were officials and did not make decisions for the people. How did they hold down the coffin boards of their ancestors. If he had such an unfilial son, Xie Xiaodong would have the idea of giving the white-haired person a black-haired person. Of course, Mr. Xie Xiangrong and Mr. Xie have had this idea for a long time.
"Why is this"? Xie Xiangrong's head was full of doubts. Could it be that Liu Wenzheng abandoned the dark side and turned to evil and joined the Kuomintang party? Well, okay, the idiom is inappropriate, but the meaning is the same. There is a wolf hidden among the sheep, and a righteous organization appears. Traitor.
"Thinking of this, I get very angry. Dad, guess what they said in reply." It was the first time in his life that Xie Xiaodong was so angry, and it was also the first time that he felt so aggrieved.
"Well, Dad can't guess it."
"They said it was too cold to work today." Xie Xiaodong's anger reached its peak, and he threw the tea cup to the ground. "If this happened in Songjiang Mansion, I would carry a big knife and let them rest forever."
"Shhh." The area will feel cold due to reduced blood flow, which supplies energy to the body, increases the heart rate, and increases the oxygen consumption and workload of the heart. At low temperatures, the blood is more viscous and the flow rate is slower, which will further increase the burden on the heart. Don’t overwork yourself when it’s cold.”
"Well, it's that serious."
Xie Xiangrong vowed, "Yes, I guarantee it with my reputation."
"Okay" His arm couldn't twist his thigh, and he couldn't force the officials of the Ming Empire to work.
Probably because he had nowhere to vent his anger, Xie Xiaodong angrily closed the door and went to Liu Yujing's room. He was too angry and couldn't wait any longer. If you are ugly, be ugly. If you are older, be older. At worst, turn off the lights and ignore your face.
It snowed heavily overnight, and the entire Yingtian Mansion was completely white again. There was a thick layer of snow on the eaves. The clean and green world was in sharp contrast to the gray Yingtian Mansion. Naughty urchins piled snowmen, and greedy children held long arms. Licking the ice cubes and feeling the temperature of the world, they are happy and worry-free.
There was a charcoal fire burning in the guest room, which was as warm as spring, but the smoke was a bit thicker. Probably because he was afraid that he would die inexplicably, the window in the guest room was ajar.
A furry arm stretched out from the bed, probably feeling the coolness outside and then put it back.
"Dong dong" knocking on the door woke up the people in the bed. One person sat up impatiently and said, "Why are you making such noise? It's so early in the morning and I won't let you sleep."
"Uh, I'm sorry, Mr. Li, it's me, Wu Niaopeng." Wu Niaopeng was not unhappy when he heard Li Jinzhong's voice coming from the room. Anyone who slept with him was someone he couldn't afford to offend and needed to look up to.
Well, the hairy arms belong to Mr. Li Li Jinzhong. Xie Xiaodong didn't like to stay up late so he chose to stay up in the first half of the night, while Li Jinzhong could only stay up in the second half of the night. Everyone is the second generation of officials, so there is nothing inappropriate.
"Come in." Li Jinzhong didn't feel embarrassed at all. He got up from the bed and put on his clothes.
"I'm really sorry, Mr. Li," Wu Niaopeng pushed the door open and walked in with apologetic expression on his face. He sincerely apologized as soon as he walked in, as if he was a godson who broke into his godfather's good deeds.
"Okay, okay," Li Jinzhong was too embarrassed to lose his temper with his son after sleeping with his mother. After all, he had become his father in the middle of the night. "What's the matter?"
"It's like this. Mr. Xie accidentally moved his waist just now. My mother happens to know some Chinese massage." Wu Niaopeng explained.
Wu Niaopeng's idea is actually very simple. If his mother works hard for a few days and successfully enters Mr. Xie Xiangrong's heart and enters the Xie family, even if she becomes a concubine, she can become the godson of Songjiang Prefecture and follow her husband. It is better for Xie Xiaodong to be a brother than to be a servant. Although Wu Niaopeng looks ugly, he is beautiful in other people's minds. His nose was red with rosacea, so he was probably happy.
"What, Mr. Xie ducked?" With a sudden sound, Liu Yujing sat up. Even after his father died, he was not so excited. Although the workload last night was huge, it did not affect his movements at all. After all, he was a model worker and had been continuously I worked for seven days and seven nights without feeling exhausted.
"Master Xie, why are you so careless? Master Xie is kind to me. I have to go and see."
After saying that, he didn't care about the two people in the room. He got up and got out of bed and picked up the clothes on the ground. Several pieces of underwear had been damaged by violence. Liu Yujing didn't mind simply putting them on and strode towards them. Xie Xiangrong walked to his room.
"Damn it, last night she said I was the man she cared about the most. The woman in bed is really a liar." Looking at the departing figure, Li Jinzhong regretted not choosing the utensil last night.
Today, Xie Xiaodong did not go to the Criminal Department again. It was snowing but not cold, and the weather today was not suitable for adults to work. If he went, it would definitely be a waste of time.
After ordering a delicious breakfast, Xie Xiaodong lay down on the bed again. He had worked very hard last night. For the sake of his dignity, he had taken ten times the amount of medicine. He needed to rest well to make up for it.
In the room of Kameda Jutaro, in order to increase the chance of winning the money-making campaign, Kameda Jutaro was treated cruelly. Half of his limbs were broken, and 90% of his body was covered with gauze. But it was okay. At least it keeps you warm, but the health of the most injured part is worrying. After all, it is the main channel for drainage, so the bandage cannot be too tight, so it is the most severely affected by the cold. Kameda Jutaro has been unprotected countless times. I can control my urination. Fortunately, Yamato’s crotch cloth is very absorbent.
Half lying on the bed and looking at the white world outside, Kameda Shiba Taro also knew in his heart that the adults of the Ming Empire would not be working today. After spending a tael of silver and with the help of the inn's busboy, Kameda Shiba Taro had breakfast. Looking into the distance, he felt homesick.
I miss the sashimi, my relatives at home, wreaking havoc on the sea, and the happy life of killing the heads of people in the Ming Empire.
Of course, Kameda Jutaro can only think about it now.
Life passes by opening and closing the eyelids. This is the third day after the snow. The snow outside has long melted away, and the ground paved with bluestones has no water stains. He didn't feel cold even when he stretched out his hand. In order to determine whether the weather was warm today, Xie Xiaodong walked twice in the lobby on the first floor of the inn wearing single clothes.
The sun is shining brightly and it's warm as spring, so I can go to work. Greet everyone and get ready to go.
"Ahem" Hearing the noise outside, Xie Xiangrong stopped Xie Xiaodong. Liu Yujing was also very good at it. Xie Xiangrong was in high spirits and his waist no longer hurt. "Well, today is a day off and adults don't go to work."
"Uh, okay". God has no right to deprive them of legal holidays. If you rest, you must rest. You can't work overtime even if the sky falls. Everyone goes back again in despair.
Waiting silently, waiting for the beautiful flowers to bloom, waiting for the smiling face tomorrow, waiting for the company of happiness in the future, waiting is the cycle of life, waiting is also the rebirth of life, waiting for the adults to go to work next week, the uneducated Xie Xiaodong can only use Comfort yourself by saying that good things come to you in a long way.
Maybe you don’t want to, but time will never stop. Monday is a day of hope, the beginning of work, and the most important day to create the future.
The time was determined, the temperature was determined, and everything was ready, Xie Xiaodong embarked on the journey again.
This was not the first time. This time Xie Xiaodong arrived in front of the Yamen of the Criminal Department without any guidance. Breeding pigs also have rest time. There were unfamiliar faces standing guard in front of the Criminal Department today. The ones he saw the previous two times were With a face as ugly as his own, Xie Xiaodong felt a little uncomfortable seeing someone uglier than him today.
Although he was a stranger, Xie Xiaodong was not worried. He had enough money in his pocket. In order to allow the King to continue to pull money, Xie Xiaodong asked Kameda Shiba Taro to find ways to raise one hundred thousand taels of silver. With the silver, Xie Xiaodong The waist is also straight. If something is difficult to solve, just throw money at it. The rich son of the prefect's family is so arrogant.
A tael of silver was stuffed into the hand of the guard from the criminal department, "Brother, please tell me, we are here to report the case and file the complaint."
"This young man, the price is wrong." The face outside the door was a little dark, feeling insulted.
"Um, I'm sorry, look at my head." The errand fee from the Punishment Department was two taels. I thought that the person last time was blackmailing me, but I didn't expect that the Punishment Department was a famous yamen. They were honest and honest. The price was clearly marked. You can pay more for less. If he couldn't give it, Xie Xiaodong took out his money to make up the difference.
He took the silver and looked at the sun, took a few more bites to confirm it was correct, the guard carefully put the silver into his sleeve, and then went in to report.
Seeing the figure of the guard brother, Xie Xiaodong's mouth twitched, "The people in the Yamen are really rigorous in doing things."
After a while, the guard came back and told Xie Xiaodong to let them in.
Not long after he walked into the gate of the Criminal Department, Xie Xiaodong was stopped in his tracks. Looking back at the direction of the greeting, here is an ear room, which is equivalent to the community security booth in later generations. After all, it was his first time to file a complaint. Xie Xiaodong had no experience and didn't know the rules here, so he walked over.
Looking closer, Xie Xiaodong's eyes widened again. Well, he met an acquaintance again, the one who was standing guard outside a few days ago. The glorious brick of the Ming Empire.
"Haha, the world is so small, we meet this brother again."
Erniu replied with a professional smile: "Yes, Master, I guess you will definitely come today."
"My elder brother is very smart, and my younger brother admires me."
It was the first time I heard someone praise me for being smart. I was a bit smug, so I took out my writing brush and registration book and said, "Here, sir, make a registration."
There is no rule without rules. As expected of the Ministry of Punishment, every case reported at the door must be registered. Xie Xiaodong also had awe of the Ministry of Punishment and took over the brush.
"Sir, this is where you write your name, and this is where you register your place of origin."
Taking over the pen, Xie Xiaodong planned to finish writing.
"Ahem!" Erniu interrupted Xie Xiaodong, "Well, you still need to pay for the pen and ink."
"I understand, I understand," Xie Xiaodong took out two taels.
Two niu means ten fingers deep, "Ten taels, the price related to culture will be higher."
It makes sense. How can you be a cultural person without money? How can culture be cheap? Xie Xiaodong understood and continued to pay for it.
The three words "Xie Xiaodong" appeared on the paper, even those with a bachelor's degree could recognize them. Then Xie Xiaodong turned his attention to Erniu and said, "Well, I don't know the words Songjiang Prefecture. Please bother my brother to write it for me."
"Cough cough cough" Erniu's face turned a little red, "I can't do it either, just draw a circle."
Although standing guard has become sitting on guard, the outside of the house has become the inside, and the weapons and swords have become paper and pen, but this has nothing to do with culture, Er Niu is still the Er Niu.
"Pfft" Kameda Jutaro spat out a mouthful of saliva. Originally he only had external injuries, but now he also has internal injuries. "Let me write it. I know these three words."
