Shopkeeper Yan's home has a completely new look, with various furnishings and decorations exquisite and luxurious. It is obvious that Mr. He brought them from the capital on a special trip. They must be placed wherever he lives. How can a sixth-grade official have such a pomp? It's just the He family.
"Sui Ruren." He Yan recited these three words with great interest, "Last year, when the Holy Father decided to confer a commoner woman as a Ruren, the whole government and the public held different opinions. Only the He family thought it was feasible. Speaking of which, the He family He is still Sui Ruren’s benefactor.”
"Then I have to thank Mr. He." Cheng Wanwan had a faint smile on his face, "More than ten officials came to the village this morning. How should the accommodation of these officials be arranged? Does Mr. He have any regulations?"
He Yan looked unconcerned: "They decide where they want to live. Is it possible that I should worry about such a trivial matter?"
Cheng Wanwan asked back: "Then they seize houses and beat villagers, and Mr. He doesn't care?"
"Those villagers must have disobeyed orders and deserve to be beaten, as long as they don't die." He Yan leaned on the red-painted yellow pear wood chair with a cold look on his face, "A group of unscrupulous people dare to go against the government, don't they think their life is too long? ?”
Cheng Wanwan smiled.
It was exactly as she imagined. It was because of Mr. He's connivance that his subordinates dared to be so presumptuous.
Then, don't blame her for planning the attack.
"In that case, the civilian woman will take her leave first."
After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked out.
He Yan's eyes narrowed. He always thought Sui Ruren was a bad old woman in her fifties or sixties, but he didn't expect her to be so young.
She has a snow-white face with no wrinkles on her face. Although she is a little older, she is more charming than a girl in her teens or 20s.
So what if he was a child personally conferred by the Holy Emperor? He was only a ninth-grade person, but He Yan didn't take it seriously.
However, it is precisely because this woman has some level of class that she cannot rob her directly. It seems that some means must be used.
Cheng Wanwan walked out of the yard and saw Zhao Shagen's family waiting for her at the door. Seeing her coming out, Zhao Yougui hurriedly came up to her: "Da Shan Niang, Master He is not making things difficult for you, is he?"
"It's okay." Cheng Wanwan looked at Sun Shuiqin, "You'd better go to Guihua Village to avoid the limelight and don't come back for a while."
That Master He was so mad that no one knew what he would do next.
Sun Shuiqin nodded.
If Master He were younger and gentler, she might...
She shook her head and quickly expelled this idea. She was pregnant now, so she might as well live a good life with Shagen.
Cheng Wanwan returned home directly, and Master Yu was waiting for her with two pieces of paper: "Dashan Niang, look at what is written here, is it right?"
She took it, glanced at it, and immediately laughed: "Master Yu is worthy of having five carts in his belly, and the writing is better than I imagined."
"Shopkeeper Yan is here."
Zhao Ergou had just driven to Ping'an County and picked up shopkeeper Yan. The two of them, tired of their travels, walked in directly.
Shopkeeper Yan still didn't understand what was going on, so he asked with a confused look on his face: "Sui Ruren, why are you calling me here in such a hurry..."
"The Yan family is a family of storytellers. Three generations of our ancestors have been storytellers for a living. Although the generation of shopkeeper Yan has declined, the family tradition has not been lost." Cheng Wanwan handed over the manuscript in his hand, "This is written by Master Yu Story, is Shopkeeper Yan confident that this story will be spread?"
Shopkeeper Yan took one look and was shocked: "Isn't it Mr. He, the salt and iron envoy who has caused a lot of commotion these days? I heard he is a sixth-grade official from the capital. How could he... do such a bad thing? ?”
"There are people behind you, so you are naturally confident." Cheng Wanwan said with a frown, "First serve a plate of appetizers and force Master He to take action. I want to see what more outrageous things he can do. "
Master Yu spoke slowly: "Everyone in the He family, whether they are direct descendants or concubines, are all narrow-minded. If Mr. He learns that this story leaked from Shopkeeper Yan, I'm afraid..."
Cheng Wanwan smiled: "Do it my way..."
Shopkeeper Yan stayed in Dahe Village for less than half an hour before being sent back to Ping'an County by Zhao Ergou.
In the past few days, the people in Ping'an County are talking about the Meishan Mountain in Dahe Village. When talking about this matter, everyone is very excited.
"That Dahe Village is really a blessed place, and coal was discovered!"
"What is coal? Have you never heard of it?"
"You haven't seen this before. I heard that this is the fuel used by the imperial court to make iron. A small piece of black stone can burn for a day and a night. The dozen or so hills behind Dahe Village are all made of coal. The whole village is going to be developed. .”
"Dahe Village is truly a blessed place. Last year, regenerated rice was discovered, which helped us overcome the crisis. Another Suiru man was born, and now we have discovered coal that is only available in the North..."
The adults discussed these matters in a clear and logical manner.
Naturally, the children don't understand these things, so they play games like shuttlecock and stone throwing in small alleys.
An old man dressed strangely suddenly appeared in the alley. He had silver hair, a face full of grooves, and a bumpy back. He sat at the entrance of the alley. Seeing his appearance, the children were so scared that they wanted to run away.
The old man slowly took off the baggage from his shoulders and opened it. It was full of snacks and fruits, exuding a sweet and attractive aroma.
"Children, come and have some snacks!"
Shopkeeper Yan, who was in disguise, waved lovingly.
Although the children were scared, they could not resist the temptation of snacks and came over tentatively one by one.
"Every day in this world is passed by, and years fly by." Shopkeeper Yan sighed and began to tell a story. "The children sat in rows, and the grandpa began to tell stories. It is said that there is a village called Dahe Village, surrounded by mountains on three sides. , a big river stretches, this is a treasure land of good fortune in Feng Shui. This Dahe Village has been passed down for thousands of years, and by this generation, it is already the richest village in a ten-mile radius. Not only did a Suiru man come out, but he also discovered the Northland The unique Meishan..."
"I know Dahe Village!" A child raised his hand while eating snacks, "My mother-in-law said that when she makes money, she will go to Dahe Village and buy a village!"
"That's right, there is a lot of land in Dahe Village, so buying Zhuangzi is not a problem." Storekeeper Yan said with a smile, "The county magistrate is a parent who cares about the people. After discovering Meishan, he informed the prefect immediately. The prefect I immediately reported it to the imperial court, so the imperial court sent a sixth-grade official to be responsible for mining the coal mountain in Dahe Village."
"The people in Dahe Village are very happy, thinking that it is good news. Who would have thought that this Master He is no different from the bandits in Xishan, seizing houses, taking livestock, and raping women... Today's In Dahe Village, the people are in dire straits, and everyone is in danger. It’s a pity, it’s a pity, it’s a pity..."
Shopkeeper Yan said, standing up with a cane.
"Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors rule the world, dynasties are constantly changing, and people are fighting openly and secretly to manage the world. Who can benefit the people? It's difficult--difficult--difficult!"
He sang loudly and slowly walked out of the alley, his voice echoing in the alley for a long time.
Then, he found another alley, gathered a group of children, or called a group of beggars, and continued to tell the story with great emotion...
The children could only understand half of this story, so they went back to ask their families about Dahe Village, and it spread like this. In the teahouse in Ping An City, some storytellers only changed the name of the village and specific events, and they were full of interest. Use this matter to attract customers. Local materials are always the most attractive, and the business of the teahouse is booming.
This story naturally spread to Dahe Village.
