Han You was almost "dragged" into the Huang Mansion by force, feeling dizzy.
The servants stood on both sides and shouted, "Young Master Han personally came to the Huang Mansion to impress everyone!"
In his two lives, Han You had only received such high courtesy in his previous life, but in his previous life, people in two rows shouted "Please come in, please".
Huang Wu, the housekeeper of the Huang Mansion, was wiping his tears while holding Han You, crying like a tearful person, twitching.
Not to mention Han You, even Wang Hai received extremely high treatment.
The servants who were obviously from the military looked at Wang Hai with all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred.
Being able to follow the eldest young master of the Han family as a personal attendant is definitely a big brother figure in the industry.
Looking at Wang Hai again, he is a arrogant person who always looks at people with his chin.
In fact, there is indeed a chain of contempt in the military. Han Bairen looks down on Huang Youwei, and the servants of the Han family also look down on the servants of the Huang family.
I don’t know how the chain of superiority and contempt emerged. Just like in a hard-hit area like Shanghai, foreigners in Shanghai look down on foreigners in Beijing.
Han You was pulled all the way to the main hall and pressed down on the main seat. Huang Wu shouted at people to serve wine and food, and at the same time asked people to go to the Ministry of War office to inform the master to come back to pick up the guests.
Han You was quite emotional. An official like Huang Youwei was still working overtime in the workplace. Sure enough, people who work hard are not scary, and people who are shameless are not scary either. Only those who are shameless and hardworking are scary. If he doesn't stand out, who will stand out?
Before Han You could say a few polite words, another old man came. He was older than Han Bairen, and his face was full of excitement as soon as he came in.
"Brother Shi, Brother Han!"
The old man walked in tremblingly, saluted as he came up, and said "Brother" in his mouth, which even made Han You stunned.
He is wearing a Confucian robe, official boots, a beard that reaches past his chest, a thin figure, a righteous face, and is in his fifties.
"Foolish brother Xu Wenjin, my brother is so famous that I can see him today."
Han You, who was holding the tea cup, was confused: "Are you..."
"My father, Mr. Huang Youwei, is Mr. Huang."
Han You then remembered that his father had said that Huang Youwei did have a filial son who was three years older than him, and his affection was the uncle in front of him.
Xu Wenjin was very excited. He was not pretending, his eyes were a little red.
Han You quickly stood up and helped the old man...and the old brother to his seat, fearing that his stupid good brother would die of cerebral thrombosis because he was too excited again.
As the "eldest young master" of the Huang Mansion, Xu Wenjin didn't even take the chief seat. He had to ask Han You, who was a guest, to take the chief seat. This was very nonsense. Not to mention the palace of the minister, even ordinary residences would not do this, and it was not heavenly. Huang Guizhou is here.
Sitting down, Xu Wenjin was full of emotions: "My father often said that if one day I could enter the Han Mansion and meet General Han, I would die in peace. God opens my eyes, God opens my eyes, my brother actually comes to rebel..."
Han You quickly interrupted his younger brother who was a bit uncomfortable with his words because he was too excited: "Uncle, you... No, dear brother, please choose your words carefully. This is called a visit."
"Yes, visit, visit, visit, brother, don't be surprised."
Before he finished speaking, Xu Wenjin stood up and gave Han You a cup of tea, saying with emotion: "My father's three major wishes in life..."
Han You couldn't help but say the words "smoking, drinking and perming your hair" and could only smile dryly.
Xu Wenjin sat back on the stool and continued: "Now my father has got one of his rewards, good, happy event, big happy event, Huang Wu, hurry up and prepare a banquet, hurry up!"
Looking at Han You who was sitting on pins and needles with an awkward smile on his face, Xu Wenjin couldn't hide his excitement: "Brother, please don't be cautious, just treat it as your own mansion."
Han You suddenly became curious and asked, "Where are Huang Shibo's other two wishes?"
He also thought that if there was an option to have a drink and talk with his father, he could make a match.
"Yu Jiaci will give the Huang family a son and a half daughter."
"Lie..."
Han You sighed silently, there was really no way to fix this, it was too difficult.
Xu Wenjin's old face turned red and he said awkwardly: "Brother Shi, this is a joke."
"Auntie can never... No, auntie can definitely do it. The Huang family is a blessed family. I believe Huang Shibo can definitely do it. Come on, work hard. What about that other wish?"
"My father's other wish is to provide for me, my foolish brother, until I die."
Han You: "..."
"Brother, this is ridiculous." Xu Wenjin took a sip of tea to cover up his embarrassment. He also knew that this matter was quite difficult to talk about.
Han You didn't even know what to say. I was so ridiculous. I was so shocked.
"Brother should have sent someone to inform him in advance. If he knew that he was coming, the central gate of the Huang Mansion would be opened and a banquet would be held. Don't be surprised, brother."
Han You put down his tea cup and said with a dry smile: "It's my fault that you came to visit suddenly. It's so annoying."
"What is this nonsense!"
Xu Wenjin suddenly became unhappy: "When I come to the Huang Mansion, it is Brother Shi's own residence. Don't say these words again. Otherwise, I will be extremely ashamed. I will be extremely ashamed."
Han You was very curious, and it made sense that Huang Youwei had a crush on his father. After all, we used to be in the army together. On the battlefield, you would block my sword and I would throw you a few swords. It was a life-long friendship.
The problem is that Huang Youwei is obviously a bride-in-law with no status, so why does his eldest son, who is older than him, treat his father with such respect and affection?
Curious but unable to ask, Han You could only smile dryly. Facing his uncle, he didn't know what to talk about for a moment. Judging from his clothes, he was also a scholar.
Looking down, Han You suddenly saw "Brother Zhen" wearing official boots and asked, "Brother Xian, have you just come off work?"
"Well, it's quite quiet in the Taipu Temple office. When the time comes, I will go back to my hometown on business."
The good brother stood up again and diligently gave Han You a new cup of tea.
"Brother, in which government office do you work?"
Han You took a sip of tea and saw that the other party looked like an old scholar. He was probably an official in charge of the main office, and he might not be in the actual government office.
"Taipu Temple."
Xu Wenjin smiled bitterly: "Young brother, this temple minister is very idle on weekdays, but the official young minister is quite talented. On weekdays..."
With a "pop" sound, Han You sprayed a sip of tea on the ground, grinning widely: "Uncle, are you... Brother, are you the minister of the temple, the chief minister of the nine temples?!"
Xu Wenjin's face suddenly darkened, and when he turned his head, Zhengqing's majesty was clearly visible, and he roared loudly.
"You bastard, some blind guy made some tea, and it burned Brother Shi's tongue. He won't be able to get beaten!"
After scolding, Xu Wenjin turned his head again with concern on his face: "Brother, it doesn't matter, don't burn your mouth."
Han You breathed in the cold air and waved his hands repeatedly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay. Well, you just said you were, the Chief Minister of Taipu Temple?"
"Brother Shi, it's funny."
Xu Wenjin said with a bit of shame: "I have been an official for thirty years, but I am only a third-rank official. Brother, please don't laugh at me."
Han You didn't want to laugh, he just wanted to call him daddy.
Jiusi Zhengqing is at the same level as the left and right ministers of the Ministry of Industry, except for the Ministry of Industry.
If the temple minister comes to the local state capital, he will be such a big shot that his ankles will get sore from stamping his feet.
Taipu Temple, among the nine temples, is not as highly exposed as government agencies like Dali Temple and Honglu Temple, but it is also a department with real power and is in charge of the carriage.
It was originally an yamen under the Ministry of War. In the previous dynasty, it separated from the Ministry of War and became a separate yamen office. In addition to being in charge of the carriages and horses in the palace, it was also in charge of horse orders, breeding and training of war horses in the pastures, horse-related reporting to various states, etc. They are all under the control of Taipu Temple.
To put it bluntly, if the 30,000 cavalrymen in Beijing want to go out to fight, as long as Taipusi doesn't nod, these 30,000 cavalrymen will have to walk outside the pass.
At least Han You had done some homework in the past few days, and he knew what Taipu Temple was doing. Basically, they had something to do with things related to animals.
"We are both officials of the Nine Temples." Han You got straight to the point: "Brother Xian, do you know Wu Yong?"
"I know what's going on."
Han You smiled. He knew that Taipusi knew everything related to animals.
