The Beishi Yashi store was closed, and the person in charge also spoke up.
The real name of Bai Wuchang, a tyrant in the North City, is actually not Bai Dao, but Bai Youfu.
The name wasn't scary, so he gave himself a nickname.
Bai Youfu is not a fool, and there is no way for a fool to act like a dog to Wu Yong and others.
Bai Youfu, who was not a fool, knew better than anyone else that he was just a dog raised by Liu Wenguan, Wu Yong and others, a vicious dog that could only bark at the people.
When the day comes when this vicious dog of mine can no longer bark, can no longer scare people, and has no use value at all, I will give it up and give it up.
Between his relatives and his "master", Bai Youfu chose his relatives.
When he told how he oppressed the people and how he did all kinds of unscrupulous things in the name of "masters", for a moment, when Han You called out his real name, he suddenly forgot about his physical body. Pain, in a daze, deep confusion arose in my heart.
Many years ago, he was just a helper outside the city. Although he was poor at that time, he had never been secretly cursed by his ancestors for eighteen generations.
When did I become Bai Wuchang of Bei City?
What about me, because I became Bai Wuchang in Bei City?
The dead dog-like white knife was dragged away. The people around him all knew this "Bai Wuchang". They neither clapped their hands nor whispered to each other. They just looked at it. After looking at it for a while, there was not much on their faces. Expression, keep on going, keep selling, keep working.
Han You stood under the scorching sun and suddenly felt tired.
Zhou Yan held Han You's sleeve, with confusion written all over his little face: "Sir, didn't you say that this evil thief is a big evil in Bei City? Why do the people seem to...seem to..." after seeing this thief commit suicide?
"Seems indifferent, right?"
Han You explained softly: "Because the people are numb. Without the white sword, there is still a black sword. Without Bai Wuchang, there is also the King of Hell. There are too many such people. The people know in their hearts that catching one Bai Wuchang will count." It’s nothing, even if I catch ten of them, it’s nothing.”
“Students kind of understand.”
Zhou Yan lowered his head, looking like he was hesitating to speak. After hesitating for a while, he summoned up the courage to speak: "Sir, if this evil thief doesn't let go, are you really going to arrest his relatives?"
Han You laughed dumbly and did not answer the question.
There is only a thin line between good and bad, and this line in the middle is called muddle along, go with the flow, and take it for granted.
People are either good or evil. There is nothing neither good nor evil. It is just the persecution of this world that makes good people numb and makes it more difficult for good people. In the end, good people can only get used to it and can only see old age without support. Don't save yourself, just take it for granted and just go with the flow.
If Bai Dao doesn't let go, will Han You harm his relatives? He can't give the answer to the young prince, and he can't even give it to himself.
"Today seems to be my lucky day. With the accounts, it's almost irrefutable proof."
Han You smiled and patted the yin-yang ledger in his hand: "On lucky days, you have to work harder. Your Highness, why don't you accompany me to the Ministry of Industry?"
"Students naturally have to follow Mr. Sir, please."
Han You smiled slightly and carried Zhou Yan into the carriage.
Wang Hai drove, whip raised, and went straight to the most undisputed government office among the six ministries and nine temples, the Ministry of Industry.
Looking outside the carriage, looking at the numb-faced people in the North City, looking at the soldiers walking in the North and South cities, looking at the road that is getting wider and wider but with fewer and fewer people, looking at the young master laughing and laughing on the road, Han You Suddenly I don't know where I belong or where I yearn for.
Belonging to the noisy but dirty Beijing City?
Or does it belong to Qiwenfang, a quiet and elegant place full of poetry clubs and Cilou?
Or does it belong to Tailongfang, where countless dignitaries are eager to have a place?
Han You felt that he liked Beishi and the people in Beishi, but he didn't like the appearance of Beishi.
If you want to change Bei City, you have to go to Tailongfang, where only princes and nobles can live. If you want to enter Tailongfang, you must have a place among the scholars in Qiwenfang.
After thinking about it, I still laughed dumbly. Maybe I am just a different person.
Philistines who are ordinary citizens always want to do a good job. Most of the time, they cautiously miss their father and all the people in Han Mansion. But after leaving Han Mansion, they want to go to Bei City to hang out. They don’t want to see the people suffer, because it’s too much. Feel the same.
While he was thinking wildly, the Ministry of Industry arrived, and Zhou Yan's soft call brought Han You's thoughts back to reality.
After one and two children got out of the car, Han You scratched his chin.
The Ministry of Industry has a weird layout.
The high red wall is deep and surrounded by dozens of small rooms, all of which are prison cells. It is strange that the rooms are higher than the wall, and the layout is neither neat nor grand.
There were two stone lions at the door, one with peeling paint and one with missing eyeballs. Two government officials stood beside the door, crumbling as if they were possessed by Hawking. Their bodies seemed to be slender, swaying slightly back and forth, and their faces were listless.
If it weren't for the word "Ministry of Industry" written on the plaque, Han You would have thought this was some downtrodden mansion.
Wang Hai and Guo Peng got off the carriage, the latter yelled, and the two gatekeepers opened their eyes like dead fish. They looked at the side and saw the driver of Prince You's palace. Their expressions were suddenly shocked. He quickly ran down the steps and knelt down.
There are many types of yamen servants. For example, the yamen servants in Jingzhao Prefecture are not formally established. In addition to running errands in the yamen, they also have to patrol the streets with the soldiers.
Military soldiers have a formal establishment, but yamen servants do not. They are auxiliary... auxiliary in nature. They can be understood as external hires, running errands when nothing happens, and taking the blame when something happens.
The situation of the government officials in the six departments and nine temples is similar. They wear white official uniforms and are neither officials nor officials. They take off their clothes and become the people. When the people see Tianhuang nobles, they will naturally kneel down.
Zhou Yan sniffed: "Get up, I'll come to the Ministry of Industry and make a report."
"yes."
One of the yamen servants got up and ran into the yamen office. Another yamen servant stood beside him, clutching the long stick in his hand and looking at all directions, looking like a loyal and loyal flatterer protecting the king.
Han You was overjoyed: "Why, I'm afraid someone will assassinate the prince."
The yamen officer puffed up his chest and said, "Your Majesty is on inspection, and I don't dare to neglect you."
"The traces of your flattery are too obvious. I have never heard of anyone who dared to assassinate the prince after eating a bear's heart."
The yamen servant let out a silly laugh: "It happened in the previous dynasty, but it has never happened in this dynasty."
"Who is so stupid that he assassinated the prince?" Han You was very curious: "What kind of idiot dares to assassinate the prince in the capital?"
Zhou Yan raised his head and reminded him kindly: "My dad."
Han You: "..."
Zhou Yan was deeply afraid that Han You didn't understand: "Father."
"Um... Someone as brave and resourceful as your Majesty is rare in the world."
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of chaotic footsteps came from inside the yamen, and an old man wearing a third-grade official robe and a group of officials from the Ministry of Industry hurried up to greet him.
The old man is full of energy, and people come first.
"His Royal Highness King You is here, and I am waiting to welcome him from afar."
Han You frowned slightly. The other party called himself "Old Man", not "Official", let alone "Official".
The old man is the Minister of the Ministry of Industry. He is wearing a third-grade official robe. Behind him are a group of subordinate officials, all of whom are officials of the Ministry of Industry.
Han You suddenly felt a sharp gaze and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.
Looking past the Minister of Industry, a thin middle-aged man wearing a seventh-grade official robe, with eyes like daggers, wanted to eat Han You alive.
Han You looked away and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
He knew that this person was the first boss of Novice Village after his debut, Liu Wenguan, the director of the Ministry of Industry, who was about to be torn into pieces by him!
