Seeing Wen Xiaoyun lowering his head and reading again, Fu Yunlang smiled bitterly, picked up a book from the table and stood it in his hand. After turning the first page, he looked at the page and continued with the part of the letter that Wen Xiaoyun saw. "Although Yun Lang vomited blood at that time, the medical officer checked afterward and found that he was only temporarily angry and his body was not seriously injured.
After waking up groggy, only my old man was there to take care of me. At that time, Yun Lang's first thought when he opened his eyes was the chaos in the Yamen. I thought about getting up quickly to deal with the mess that almost turned into a pot of porridge..."
As Fu Yunlang spoke, his eyes became sore again, and his heart seemed to have a thorn in it. Every time it beat, it pricked his flesh and blood, causing his chest to tremble with pain.
That terrible experience was a nightmare that he never dared to think about in detail. Countless midnight dreams haunted him and tortured him.
He never thought that there would be a county magistrate who would be thrown rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves by his subjects. How unpopular and stupid the county magistrate must be to make the situation so bad?
He never thought that the stupid and incompetent person was himself.
He has always been the pride of his family and his hometown. Not only is he the proud son of heaven, he is also the most successful young man.
But now it seems that compared to the glory he once had, what he actually does is nothing more than bullshit.
If possible, he wished he could hang a rope from the roof and understand himself immediately.
Now thinking back to that terrible experience, Fu Yunlang was shocked to realize that if his old man hadn't been beside him at that time, he would cry and hug him into his arms, use his thin and hunched body to hold him, protect him, and remind him of The old father, who was cold outside and hot inside, was willing to do whatever it took for his future. He might really have gotten into trouble for a moment and died unjustly in a foreign land thousands of miles away from home.
"Master... I know what you want, I know, you can't just give up to those beasts..." Old Uncle Fu hugged Fu Yunlang and almost burst into tears, "You... don't you still have Mr. Wen, our number one recommendation officer in Fengming?" At this point, Mr. Fu suddenly straightened up, as if he had thought of something extraordinary, wiped the tears on his face carelessly, glared at Fu Yunlang and said The more excited he became, "It's too late, we can go to the Yin Tui official in Yanzhou Prefecture! Didn't Mr. Wen say that his brother-in-law, the Yin Tui official, works in Yanzhou Prefecture? If you encounter difficulties and don't have time to find him, you can still go to Yin Tui official." The official asked for advice..."
Hearing this, Fu Yunlang's confused mind became clear and calmed down. He held Old Fu's hand tightly and nodded numbly, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I must go, I must go." Yes, we must not just admit defeat."
He murmured to comfort Old Man Fu, but in fact he was trying to persuade himself that a real man must be able to bend and stretch, and Han Xin must be able to endure the humiliation, so that he can save his life and achieve a career. He, Fu Yunlang, had just been hit with a few rotten eggs, so what could he not tolerate? !
Thinking like this, he raised his hand to straighten his messy collar, pushed Old Man Fu away, and was about to get out of bed.
Seeing that Fu Yunlang was in such a hurry, Mr. Fu hurriedly grabbed his arm and persuaded him: "Young master, no matter how anxious you are, you can't rush now. When everything stops, I can go to Yanzhou Mansion in person." One trip.”
Fu Yunlang held Old Fu's hand with his backhand and looked up at him with an extremely firm gaze, "Don't worry, old man, no matter how anxious and angry Yunlang is, he won't be so stupid as to call for reinforcements now."
Uncle Fu looked puzzled, "Master, where should you go in such a hurry?"
Fu Yunlang asked back: "Old man, what do you think Yunlang should do now to survive this crisis?"
"Young Master, what I said is not pleasant to hear," Old Uncle Fu gripped Fu Yunlang's arm tightly and lamented, "Actually, you were too anxious from the beginning. We are not familiar with the place here. No matter what, you should be patient and feel the pulse of others before taking action. As the saying goes, you should hit the snake seven inches, and you have to be steady and accurate. If someone is not careful and does not kill the snake, he will be killed. The snake bites us back. Now we are in a situation where we are bitten by a snake on the door of life. The current plan is not to be brave and brave. It is best to endure it, pretend to be cowardly, and let them think that we are It's best to be knocked down and unable to get up.
People will reveal their flaws when they are proud. Once they have their flaws, if they wait patiently for the right time and then take action, they will definitely overturn their snake's nest! "
Listening to Old Man Fu's words, Fu Yunlang sat on the edge of the bed, sighed sadly, lowered his head, his eyes full of regret, "After all, it was Yunlang who was conceited and underestimated the enemy. I really regret it. If I had listened more, Old Man Even with my persuasion, I wouldn’t have ended up in such a situation.”
"Young master, please don't say that," Old Man Fu hurriedly explained, "I didn't realize there would be so many tricks here at first. These words are all said in hindsight, but they can't be taken seriously."
Fu Yunlang smiled bitterly and patted Old Man Fu's hand. He raised his head and looked at the closed door in front of him. His eyes became brighter and firmer little by little. "It doesn't matter. At least now, I have figured out how to deal with them."
Old Man Fu asked anxiously, "Master, do you have any good ideas?"
