The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 113
Looking at the county magistrate behind the table with his legs crossed, holding a small wine pot, and wearing his robes and hats on his back, the yamen servants rushed out one by one, scrambling to go out.

Most of the yamen servants are locals, who doesn't have three relatives and six acquaintances?Who doesn't have seven aunts and eight aunts?Why don't you rush to notify your relatives about such a good thing as a bucket of grain a day?

As for work?They're all country folks, so it's nothing to do some work. Don't you have to work at home?

Don't think that these yamen servants are all big figures. If the family is really capable, they would have already become small officials in the yamen. Who would be a thankless yamen servant.

The three fatty saw a group of people rushing out all of a sudden, and scratched their heads in dissatisfaction: "Hey, Muyun, you are too generous, aren't you? A bucket of grain a day, ten days is a stone of grain, plus The five buckets rewarded are one and a half stones."

"So what?" Li Muyun asked with a sip of the wine, twisting his neck.

"You..., why don't you understand, these bastards will bring all the family members here." The third fat man said anxiously with a pale face.

"Isn't that just right?" Li Muyun showed an incomprehensible smile on his face, and then said to the three fat guys: "Go outside and find someone who can write. I need someone to write a notice."

"Why don't you go by yourself?" The third fat man didn't mean to regard Li Muyun as a marquis at all, he rolled his eyes and sat down on the ground beside him, as if a mountain fell down, and the whole lobby of the yamen trembled .

"Hehe, are you still getting angry?" Li Muyun glanced at the fat man, stretched out his left foot and kicked him: "Then why don't you tell me how to distribute the relief food in the spring?"

"It's enough for a family to send two stones, what's the matter!" said the three fat men without turning their heads.

"Huh, you know what a fart, do you just watch those people eat and work lazy after the food is distributed, and then sit and eat? Why should I give them the food I got? Does it mean that I have to save them every time they run out of food? ? I don’t know how to exchange labor for food, just waiting to receive relief, do you think it’s okay?!” Li Muyun spoke louder and louder, and finally slammed the jug on the table with a bang.

The third fat man was scolded by Li Muyun, but he knew what he said was right, so he said, "Then, what do you think should be done?"

"What should I do? Of course, let them use their labor to exchange food. Although it doesn't take too many people to build a warehouse, it can let them know that food is not free and needs to be exchanged with labor." The corner of Li Muyun's mouth twitched slightly. There was a hint of wisdom in his eyes that he had never seen before.

Yes, that's how he distributes food. You know, even the Buddha of the Western Paradise once said that the scriptures should not be passed on lightly, which means that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world.

Since the Buddha said that there is no free lunch in the next day, there is nothing wrong with asking the people in the county to work in exchange for food. Although they may not have really completed the work they should have done, it is at least telling them: food , never in vain!
The three fatty listened to Li Muyun's explanation in a daze, and slowly revealed a look of astonishment, and raised his thumb unconsciously: "Gao, Gao Muyun, why didn't I think of it!"

"If you know how high you are, get out and find someone who can write." Li Muyun made a gesture to kick Sanpang again, which made him get up from the ground in a hurry, and muttered as he walked out: "You can write, why are you still doing it?" Looking for someone who can write?"

……

The time was not long, and the person who could write was found by the three fat men, but Li Muyun was furious when he saw that person.

"You are a pig, I asked you to find someone who can write, and you have found a blind fortune-teller for me."

"You said you were looking for someone who could write. I asked him, and he said he could write."

"He can write..." Li Muyun was left speechless by the fat man's anger. Without saying a word, he was beaten up, cursing at the same time: "He can write, a blind man can write for his own use, can he see it?" !"

"Don't, don't hit me, I, I'll look for it again!" The fat man ran around in the lobby of the yamen with his head in his arms, and finally ran out screaming.

But Li Muyun was a little curious looking at the calm blind man, walked around him and asked, "What's your surname?"

"My lord, the villain's surname is Mo." The blind man seemed to know where he came from and who he was in front of.

But this is not surprising, the three fat men should have told him when they found him.

"The iron mouth is straight..., is it true or not?" Li Muyun looked at the signboard in the blind man's hand, which was similar to the summoning banner.

"My lord, you can give it a try." The blind man calmed down, showing a confident look.

"Okay." With nothing else going on, Li Muyun couldn't help joking, and dragged the blind man to the seat where the master Bo needed to sit during the trial, let him sit down and said, "Why don't you come and do the math for me?" What's the future of luck?"

And the blind man didn't feel restrained because of Li Muyun's identity, he nodded and said, "My lord, please extend your left hand."

Just stretch it out, anyway, just now I wanted to let this blind man tell my fortune.

Li Muyun didn't say anything else at the moment, he stretched out his left hand to touch the blind man, and let him pinch it.

But it's strange to say that the blind man just shook his body when he put his hands together, his expression became extremely serious, he didn't care to touch Li Muyun's hand bones, his dull eyes stared straight in his direction and said: "My lord, The villain has a feeling of ruthlessness, and I hope the adults will approve." While speaking, the blind man's tone was very polite, and he was no longer as calm as before.

"Oh? What kind of unfeelingness?" Li Muyun was already half sure that this guy was a liar, but he didn't show it. He just thought about it in his heart. He has seen many deceptions in later generations. Why don't you look at this Tang Dynasty What is the magic of the deception.

The blind man couldn't see the expression on Li Muyun's face, so when he heard his question, he said: "The villain needs to touch the bones of the lord, I wonder if the lord can agree?"

"Facebones?" Li Muyun was stunned for a moment. As a killer in his previous life, he knew very well how dangerous it would be if his face was directly touched by others, so he involuntarily raised his vigilance.

Although the blind man couldn't detect Li Muyun's nervousness, he still explained his behavior: "My lord, your bones are the only ones I've seen in my life, and I hope you will agree."

agree Disagree?Li Muyun hesitated for a moment, but quickly made a decision, and while raising his guard secretly, he said, "Then you can try it."

"Thank you, my lord!" Seeing Li Muyun's agreement, the blind man seemed a little excited, and slowly raised his bony right hand towards Li Muyun's face.

(End of this chapter)