The First Happy King of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 114 Bandit County Magistrate Li Muyun

The blind man didn't do anything special, he just pressed Li Muyun's face lightly a few times and then took his hand away. After his face was excited, he didn't restrain himself at all, instead he looked even more excited.

Almost trembling, he said to Li Muyun: "I've been feeling the bones for decades, I never thought that I would have the opportunity to see the existence of lion bones at the age when I was about to enter the earth...".

"Hey, make it clearer, what is a lion bone?" Li Muyun was a little terrified by the old man.

"Ah, as the saying goes, this person is born without relying on his ancestors. He is completely independent in his family and business. He waits for the fortune to come, and it is even more difficult to count the wealth in his later years. My lord, this life is destined to be rich and prosperous, and the ancestors will be honored."

The old blind man didn't explain what a lion bone was, but he commented on Li Muyun, and then walked out of the county office tapping the blind man's stick in his hand.

But halfway through the walk, he suddenly stopped, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, hesitated for a long time before saying: "My lord, be careful when you go out during this time, there may be a bloody disaster within ten days!" After saying that, Without waiting for Li Muyun to say anything else, he left on his own.

But at this time Li Muyun was still thinking about his previous comment, so he didn't care about the so-called bloody disaster at all, so he didn't stop him. When he thought about it again, the old blind man had already disappeared.

This bone does not rely on the ancestors at birth, and is completely independent in starting a family and business. Waiting for the fortune will come, and the wealth and wealth in his later years are even more difficult to count.

In just 28 words, it almost describes a person's life. Li Muyun has six degree certificates. Although he does not have a literature department, he can understand the meaning of the last two sentences. , while the first two sentences mean that he can't count on his family at all.

On the whole, the old blind man's orders are pretty accurate, but he doesn't know if someone deliberately tricked him in it.

But thinking that the blind man was caught by the three fat men from the side of the road like a baby, Li Muyun felt relieved.

If someone can arrange such a coincidental thing, it is probably useless even if he figured it out, because this method is higher than his rank, and it is hard to guard against it if he figured it out.

……

And when Li Muyun was thinking about it, San Fat finally brought someone back, this time it was quite reliable, the one he brought back was a writer, that is, the legendary one who wrote letters for others.

"Muyun, what's the matter, this time it's okay." The three fatty came to Li Muyun's side in a few steps, as if he had accomplished something extraordinary.

"Go to the signing room and get some paper to write notices on." Li Muyun ignored him and just pointed to the distance.

"Why me again? Couldn't you find a few petty officials? Co-authoring and using Lao Tzu as a donkey, right!" the third fat man muttered.

But even so, he didn't dare not to go, was glared at by Li Muyun, and immediately ran out as if running away, and came back with a large bundle of notice papers within a moment.

These things are regular supplies in the county government, and a lot of them are distributed every year, but there are too few things in Shanyin County, and they can't use a few in a year, so there are many left.

With a bang, a large bundle of papers was placed on the table by the fat man.

Li Muyun waved to the gentleman who wrote: "Come here!"

"My lord, what are your orders?" Mr. Writer was a little nervous.

"You come to write a notice, saying that I have a lot of grain here, and I need to transport it to Lijia Town, thirty miles away. All those who come to transport grain will be rewarded with a bucket of grain for one stone of grain. That's it!"

"Just, just write like this?" The gentleman who wrote was a little embarrassed.

How unreliable is this county magistrate to be able to write such an insignificant four or six notice, why is there no literary talent at all.

"Then what do you think? Isn't it good to be simple and direct? I asked you to write 'Guan Guan Jujiu, in the River Continent', how many people can understand it!" Li Muyun gave the gentleman an impatient look, Said angrily.

"Uh..., yes, yes!" The writer was speechless at Li Muyun's words, he could only nod his head in agreement, and then stepped forward to pick up a pen and began to write on the paper.

But don't tell me, although this guy is a bit downcast, his handwriting is really good, at least Li Muyun didn't recognize any of them after reading it for a long time, so he slapped the table hard in anger: "What the hell did you write? Are you kidding me? I told you to write more simply, and didn’t ask you to write a bible, mother! Rewrite!”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The writer shivered in fright, and hurriedly changed a piece of paper to write again. This time, he used the official script of the eight classics, which was finally understandable.

To say that the literate people in Datang can't change their habit of showing off.

The more famous one is Li Bai, the little old man. You say the emperor asked you to write a preface, so you just write it. If you are satisfied with him, everyone is comfortable. Of course, you can write it if you don’t want to, and it’s not bad to pretend to be drunk.

But if you insist on saying, "The Son of Heaven doesn't even come on board, he calls himself a minister and a wine fairy", you say this is not looking for a disease.

The emperor is looking for you, if you don't go, you won't go, and you have to make a fuss, although it can be understood as a literati, but have you considered the emperor's feelings?

People say that disrespect to officials is a disease sooner or later, let alone the emperor?

Therefore, the literate people in the Tang Dynasty were a bit too idealistic. Although their literary talents were good, they lacked some tact in handling things.

The topic is far away, let's talk about it again.

But he said that the writer did not leave after finishing what Li Muyun asked him to write. Instead, he wrote a dozen or so copies at the "invitation" of a certain Marquis. A dozen or so notices were posted all over the city, and when we returned to the county government office again, it was already sunset.

"My lord, can I leave, my little one?" The scribe, whose legs were trembling after running all afternoon, asked Li Muyun for instructions.

"Go? Where are you going?" Li Muyun looked up at him, "From today onwards, you will be my... secretary, do you understand!"

"Ah? Secretary, secretary?" Mr. Writer was stunned.

"There is a house in the backyard, go and find a room yourself!" Ignoring the writing gentleman, he waved his hand to signal that the subordinates who had returned would take him to the backyard.

Ever since Li Muyun arranged for someone to arrest that shrew, Sun Liang rationally chose to move, and not only that, she also went to the prison to eat and live with his wife, and it seemed that he didn't plan to come out.

So now the backyard is empty, no one lives at all. After Li Muyun settled the writer there, he looked at a guy dressed as a servant in front of him, and brought up the old story again: "You just said that your master agreed. Can you tell me when my food will arrive? My patience is limited, don't force me to tear up my ticket!"

(End of this chapter)