Chang'an City, Sang Mansion.
As a close minister of the emperor, Sang Hongyang spent a lot of energy calculating and advising on the affairs of the Yantie official camp last night, and he was somewhat exhausted.
So I slept a little more this morning and didn't wake up until about three o'clock in the morning.
But who knew!
While he was sleeping soundly, his precious son Sang Qian made a lot of noise in the yard, waking him up from his sweet dream with his wife.
"Xianger, what happened outside the house?" Sang Hongyang sat up from the low bed and shouted without even opening his eyes.
Subsequently.
A maidservant hurried in.
"Langjun, it's Alang who wants to see you. I said that Langjun was tired last night and shouldn't be woken up. Then Alang started shouting in the yard, and there was nothing we could do."
Hear the servant's answer.
Sang Qian felt helpless.
He usually has to serve His Majesty and has little time to teach Sang Qian. As time goes by, the child's temper becomes worse and worse.
"Let him in!" Sang Hongyang could only sigh.
"promise."
The maid responded, then withdrew and told Sang Qian that his father wanted to see him.
Soon.
His precious son Sang Qian walked in.
Sang Hongyang looked at him and asked: "You are already fourteen years old and you are still making trouble in the courtyard. Is it fair to spread the news?"
"Can't you wait if something happens?"
"snort!"
"Tell me, what's the matter?"
Sang Qian pouted and said, "We have run out of fresh air in our house. How can I go to the toilet without fresh air?"
Sang Hongyang may have just woken up, and his head is still a little confused.
Hearing his son say something was used up, he didn't understand what he meant, so he asked: "Qingfeng? What Qingfeng?"
"Qingfeng Xiangyin, it's that soft toilet paper."
Sang Qian tilted his head to one side, not daring to look at his father, as if he could feel that he was about to get angry.
After hearing this, Sang Hongyang couldn't help but frown.
Toilet paper?
Just for this? Ah!
Looking at his useless son, he sighed.
I was thinking that when I was thirteen years old, I was famous in Luoyang for being "good at mental arithmetic" and was ordered by the Han court to be sent to the palace to study with Emperor Wu.
Unexpectedly, how could such a thing be born? He's fourteen years old and he's still rolling around in the yard asking for so-called toilet paper!
The son is not like the father!
After shaking his head, Sang Hongyang said: "In the past, when there was no breeze, you could use the bamboo toilet seat very well!"
"how..."
"It can't be used now?"
However, Sang Qian pursed his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "I feel uncomfortable..."
"Uncomfortable? I think you're uncomfortable and you're going to get a beating!" Sang Hongyang stood up and pretended to hit him.
This frightened Sang Qian and he ran out.
Sang Hongyang didn't care about him.
I slept late last night and felt a little sleepy, so I passed out again and fell asleep.
By the time the servant girl woke him up, it was already noon.
"Xian'er, what time is it now?" Sang Hongyang stood up and prepared to wash up.
The maid named Xiang'er said: "As for me, it's noon now, and the kitchen is already preparing food. You can eat later."
"oh!"
Sang Hongyang nodded, and then asked the maid to wash and dress him.
He was a close minister serving Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty!
In front of the emperor, he was no different from these slaves.
But when he was not serving the emperor, he was the head of the family and had to be served by his slaves.
There is no way, feudal society is like this.
People always have to exploit one level at a time, leaving those at the bottom to suffer silently, and who is at the bottom? Of course it can only be the working people.
Wait until lunch time.
Sang Hongyang was sitting on his knees in front of the dining table, but he didn't see his son Sang Qian, so he looked at his maidservant and asked, "Xianger, where has Alang gone?"
The maid replied: "Alang wants to buy that Qingfeng, but you don't agree. We don't dare to buy such expensive things. We are probably sulking outside right now!"
"Go ahead and call this incompetent person in for dinner!" Sang Hongyang said directly.
"promise!"
The maid replied, then went out and brought Sang Qian in.
Sang Hongyang glanced at his son and uttered two words: "Eat!"
However.
Sang Qian knelt down on the side of the food table and said unhappily: "I won't eat!"
"It's easier to fall asleep after eating it."
"You have to go to the toilet when you wake up, and there is no toilet paper after going to the toilet..."
Sang Hongyang frowned, but ignored him and continued to eat.
After a while.
Seeing that Sang Qian still didn't move his chopsticks, he lectured: "In a few days, you go back to Luoyang and bring your mother and little sister."
"I stay in the house all day either eating or sleeping."
"What words!"
However!
Sang Qian didn't feel that his father was reprimanding him, he just complained: "There isn't even a piece of toilet paper at home, why take it?"
Sang Hongyang clenched his fists, but still held back.
While eating, he didn't want to get angry.
So he ignored Sang Qian's request to buy toilet paper, and just said: "Now your Majesty wants to carry out drastic reforms in the Yantie government camp. I am a close minister of the emperor, and I am good at calculation and speech. Your Majesty will use me now."
"Our family doesn't need to be as worried as when we first came to Chang'an, for fear of offending the Gonggun princes in the court!"
"Take this opportunity to bring your mother and little sister to Chang'an to enjoy themselves, so that our family can be reunited and not suffer from lovesickness."
Um!
The pain of lovesickness is real and cannot be faked.
In the morning!
Sang Hongyang was still in his dream, lingering with his wife!
However.
The child didn't care whether his adults were suffering or not, he said straight away: "Without toilet paper, it's uncomfortable to go to the toilet, so how can we enjoy it!"
"It's not enough to suffer."
"I think it would be better to stay in my hometown in Luoyang. It will be more comfortable there."
Three words about toilet paper.
This time.
Sang Hongyang was really angered. He immediately slapped the food table with his hand and cursed: "While we are eating, you bastard keeps talking about going to the toilet, going to the toilet!"
"Are you going to let people eat?"
"If you don't want to eat, get out of here!"
After being scolded by his father, the willful Sang Qian ran out directly.
But Sang Hongyang didn't care about him and let him starve. When the time comes that he is too hungry to walk, let’s see if he still eats!
Look at the food on the table.
He took the bowl and chopsticks and put them on himself, muttering to himself: "You little bastard, you are so rebellious. You think you can scare me by not eating?"
"He's really spoiled."
"I'll eat it myself!"
In this way, Sang Hongyang's seemingly thin body actually ate all the food on the table.
As a businessman, he didn't waste anything.
After eating.
He also told his maidservant: "Xiang'er, don't bring food to that traitor. He will behave after two days of starvation."
"promise."
The maid nodded and replied.
By the time it was afternoon, maybe I had too much for lunch.
This Sang Hongyang has the need to go to the toilet.
But the problem is.
Since he was thirteen years old, he had been reading with Emperor Wu. After sitting for a long time, he developed internal sores.
Coupled with the toilet paper I had been using for a while, the way to remove dirt has changed. No, I suddenly used a bamboo toilet seat, which was a bit strange.
Suddenly I became stronger and saw red.
"hiss..."
Big beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead.
At this moment.
Sang Hongyang was miserable and sighed: "I was careless, I was careless."
"This is bad luck."
"If I had known this, I would have listened to my son and bought a few bundles of toilet paper, so why not!"
