The Han Mansion has a sedan chair, and Han Bairen is a third-rank official, so how can he not have a sedan chair.
There are three reasons why Han Bairen does not ride in a sedan chair every day when he is on errands.
First, Han Bairen was too slow.
Second, the servants found it difficult to lift it.
There was only one reason why Han You didn't take the sedan, because it was too shabby.
No matter how poor it is, it is still an official sedan. Han You really can't stand the thin horse in the house. Taking two steps and taking one step can make people die of panic.
Originally, there should be another horse in the Han Mansion. Han Bairen snatched one when he came back yesterday, and then the young man who was robbed reported to the police.
After that, Wang Shan could only return the horse, and the young master also praised Jingzhao Mansion for its efficiency in doing things.
It takes at least two people to carry the sedan chair, one in front and one behind. Han Youxun thought and took Zhongsun Wushuang around.
But in this case, four people would need to work together to carry Han You and Zhongsun Wushuang.
Later, Young Master Han thought about it. It was really difficult for the Han family to find four people with sound hands and feet. In the end, they only asked Wang Hai and a servant named Zhao to carry the sedan. Zhongsun Wushuang sat in the sedan, and Young Master Han followed.
It is precisely because of this that Han You cannot take a group of servants to experience the flying eagle. After all, it is not cool to lead a group of disabled people through the city.
Either he said that Zhongsun Wushuang would come to trouble, and after expressing his gratitude to the two bearers for their hard work, he also said that he could help them connect with Afu Aman.
As soon as he said this, Wang Hai and another servant named Zhao lifted up the sedan and ran faster than a horse. Han You chased and cursed.
The first stop was Nanshi Yahang. After entering, Han You started to spray and asked Zhao Tuo how many children he had rescued.
It has only been a few days, and there have been no natural or man-made disasters recently, and no one is selling children in Beijing.
Han You was very angry, and then legitimately and legally robbed Zhao Tuo of one hundred coins as funds for today's activities.
The second stop was Moxiang Pavilion. Han You didn't spray this time. He looked at Tang Jing who looked like a dead mother and shook his head repeatedly.
After returning from the palace yesterday, Tang Jing's eyes were dim, as if a group of guards would rush in at any time and take him away. The crime was that he was implicated, and Han You was implicated.
Tang Jing was originally responsible for the house in the western suburbs and had many children settled there. However, due to the sudden incident yesterday, Tang Jing was not there. Beimen Yuyong went over to lead people to repair it, but Han You hadn't told everyone that he was planning to leave. field.
“Keep promoting these crappy books.”
Originally, he drew a not-so-grand blueprint for Tang Jing, promising that Tang Jing would become a Confucian businessman with a reputation throughout the capital and even the country. Unfortunately, all plans had to be shelved indefinitely.
Han You comforted him: "Forget what happened in the palace yesterday, don't worry, the emperor will not trouble me, let alone you. Do whatever you need to do, trust me."
Tang Jing was in a daze: "Is it true that the emperor will not punish me?"
"Yes, believe me, I will not lie to my friends. You are my friend, and I will not lie to you."
Seeing Han You being so serious, Tang Jing smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know why, but he was willing to believe Han You.
Han You looked at the honest Tang Jing and suddenly felt that this person was quite good. He couldn't help but ask: "Do you want to go to Nandi? We are going to Nandi. Do you want to go and continue to hang out with us?"
Tang Jing's smile froze, and his eyes returned to their dull look.
Han You didn't know why: "What's wrong?"
"Mr. Han, I...that's all. I will stay in the capital. Your majesty will kill or chop the students. The world is big and the earth is big. Where can I, a scholar who has no power to tie a chicken, escape?"
"What do you mean by escaping? I already told you that Your Majesty will not punish you."
"Why should the Han government go to the Southland if they don't punish you?"
"I don't want to stay in Beijing anymore."
Tang Jing nodded. If it were me, I would run too.
Han You is too lazy to say so much. This guy is too timid. If you want to stay in Jingzhong, just stay here.
After leaving Moxiang Pavilion, Han You suddenly thought of Zhou Yan and had complicated thoughts.
I don't know why, but I suddenly feel reluctant to let go of this little guy.
With a wry smile, Young Master Han walked to the restaurant next to him and walked in with Zhongsun Wushuang and others.
Han You has become famous recently. When the clerk saw the big word "Han" written on the sedan, he thought about which official in Beijing had the surname Han.
When Han You came closer, the waiter was so frightened that he hurried to notify the shopkeeper. He thought Han You had come to check the tax again.
The shopkeeper nodded and bowed. When he heard that he was here for dinner, he was as attentive as if he was trying to save a dog's life.
When everyone went to the top floor, they didn't need Han You to order. The shopkeeper made the decision directly. They ordered one portion of all the dishes on the menu and enough drinks.
A downpour came at a moment's notice. The sun was shining brightly just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye, there were strong winds, lightning, and thunder.
Wang Hai, who was eating and drinking indiscriminately, put down his bowls and chopsticks, and a sad look appeared on his usually careless face.
Han You knew that not only Wang Hai didn't like rain, but also other servants of the Han family who came from poor backgrounds, including his father.
From late summer to autumn, there are continuous autumn rains, and in the rainy season, floods are common.
Flash floods and floods are all suffering for the common people.
Not to mention the disaster-stricken areas, a large number of civilians were mobilized from the lower counties in the middle of the capital to dig mountains, repair roads, and protect canals. During this period, an unknown number of people would die.
After the end of autumn comes the beginning of winter. Heavy snowfalls come one after another. People who freeze to death and starve to death are not uncommon. This is the case in Beijing, not to mention other state capitals.
How many officials and scholars like snow, rain, heavy snow, and downpours. When they see rain and snow, they become elegant and poetry flourishes.
But the people didn't like it. It had nothing to do with them not being able to write poetry, because the rain and snow would make them suffer and make them suffer.
The elegance of the rich is a disaster for the poor.
Wang Hai looked at the heavy rain outside the window for a while: "One autumn rain and another cold. Hey, in winter, I don't know how many people will suffer."
Zhongsun Wushuang chuckled: "It's only the end of summer now, not autumn yet, how can it be so fast?"
"When I was in the army, my brothers loved spring. They ate a lot in spring, but they didn't like summer. They were very restless in summer. At the end of summer, brothers felt unhappy because it was about to enter autumn. When autumn came, it would be almost winter. That’s why everyone doesn’t like autumn.”
Han You didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You don't care about spring, summer, autumn and winter, my father and I can still treat you badly."
"Of course I won't treat you badly, but... I'm just sad."
"sad?"
"My mother has said since she was a child that the young ones will achieve great things, and warned the young ones that if they can succeed in the future..."
Han You: "Get ahead!"
"Oh, yes, Mom said that if I can succeed in the future, I won't dare to be like those dog officials in the state capital. They only care about themselves when they have a good life, and they have to think about the people instead of being a human being. Just do something humane.”
After finishing speaking, Wang Hai was silly and happy again: "Fortunately, the little one hasn't become famous. Don't think about these things. Let the idiot get ahead and worry about it. What does it have to do with the little one?"
Han You looked strange: "Brother Hai, do you want me?"
"I don't understand, I don't know what the young master means."
Wang Hai grabbed a chicken wing and said, "Master, do you want to eat chicken wings?"
Han You shook his head and asked in a strange way: "You don't want us to go to Southland?"
Wang Hai smiled stupidly: "You and the master can make the decision. Why are you asking the little one? Wherever you and the master go, the little one will go."
Han You laughed dumbly. He thought too much. How could a stubborn person like Wang Hai use words to point him down?
Just as he was about to move his chopsticks, Wang Hai touched his chin: "Is this beef?"
Zhongsun Wushuang smiled and said: "Where is the beef? The imperial court does not allow cows to be slaughtered."
"It's not why beef is so hard. It's like iron. Iron beef, iron girl, iron girl, hehe, the name is similar to the girl Tie Niu that the young master saved before."
Wang Hai scratched his forehead and said to the meat on the plate: "Tie Niu, Tie Niu, it's not me who wants to eat you, it's you who will be eaten when you are born. It's your fault for your bad luck. Remember to go to the Southland when you are reincarnated in the next life. , the young master is there and can still protect you, hehe."
Han You: "..."
The servant surnamed Zhao next to him said strangely: "How can you talk so much nonsense when I see you on weekdays? Why do you seem to be a different person after learning a few words with the young lady in the morning? You talk so much nonsense."
