Lu Ming

Chapter 703 The Daily Life of the Northern Trio ([-])
Standing by the Jinshui Bridge, saying a few words of comfort as usual, seeing that An Nan's spray was still stubborn, Feng Jingjie could only shake his head helplessly.

Turning around again, he saw a large number of officials coming out of Yemen, so Master Feng could only sigh and leave with his sleeves shaken.

Taking square steps, Master Feng returned to his yamen in a short time and entered the daily mode.

Working at Honglu Temple is naturally not a pleasant experience.Most of the public buildings nearby are the same buildings as the Chenghuang Temple in later generations, and they are old-fashioned.

It is a century-old building with a grand and cultural appearance, but it is dark and cramped inside. It does not consider the physical and mental health of civil servants at all, which greatly affects work efficiency.

The good thing is that Mr. Feng doesn't have any serious official duties to do now, etc. Because of this superficial article, it can't be called efficiency, and it doesn't need efficiency.

The most popular era of the yamen of Honglu Temple can be traced back to the time when the Sanbao eunuch went to the West.After that, Honglu Temple, as a unit whose main job was to receive tributes from various countries, disappeared from the crowd, and it could only be said that it was barely kept in the sight of the officialdom.

However, by the time of the end of Ming Dynasty, Honglu Temple had completely withdrawn from the mainstream.

The reason why Honglu Temple became a little transparent is simple: no country came to pay tribute.

Today, the tributary system that the Ming Dynasty could maintain has collapsed.

In the north, the traditional tribute countries of the Ming Dynasty were Japan and North Korea.Today, in order to resist the cultural and trade invasion of the colonists, the Tokugawa shogunate has begun to close the country and cut off the official annual tribute by the way.

North Korea is equally difficult.As early as 1627, when Huang Taiji succeeded to the throne, he sent Amin to send troops to North Korea, and within three months he forced North Korea to sign an alliance under the city, which was known in history as "Ding Mao Huan".

Since then, official annual tributes from North Korea have come and gone.In history, just this year, after Huang Taiji proclaimed himself emperor, he sent troops again to defeat North Korea completely, and in fact snatched the suzerainty of North Korea from Daming.

This is the case in the north, and it is even more unbearable in the south.

Originally in history, with the weakening of the Ming Dynasty, the vassal states in the south lost official exchanges.But in this plane, the situation is even more strange: the news spread all over the capital city last year, and the big worm in the south brazenly dispatched private soldiers to destroy Siam and wiped out the small countries in Southeast Asia.

It’s said, it’s just said that this year, Da Chong’s palace in Siam is almost finished. Compared with the construction of the Forbidden City, hundreds of concubines presented by the natives are also ready. Just wait for the auspicious day, Cao Da Chong will ascend the throne, and the country’s name is Wei .

In order to distinguish Cao Dachong from his Cao Wei ancestors, the literati in the capital have already used the title "Southern Wei" in private.

As a senior executive of Honglu Temple, Master Feng knows that the rumors may be false, but they are not necessarily all false - he has privately inquired with the businessman who came to the capital to pretend to be a tribute envoy, and the result is: whether the palace is built or not, Siam It was indeed wiped out by the worm.

All of the above, for others, is the stuff of conversation after dinner.But in fact, the tributes from various countries were cut off, and the unit where Mr. Feng worked became the final victim, losing its main business.

In this way, master Feng's so-called work can be imagined with a degree of leisure.

After sitting in the official case, approving an official document, drinking two cups of bad tea, going to the hut three times, wandering around other offices with hands behind our backs, and chatting with colleagues, the morning time is gone.

Go out, look up, look at the sky, and find that it is the end of the hour, about eleven o'clock in the later generations.

At this point, Master Feng will naturally leave early.As for the officials who leave Honglu Temple early, can that be called early departure?That's normal get off work.

With his hands behind his back, he continued to take square steps, Master Feng left the imperial city, and walked towards his home along the more and more bustling streets.

The capital city of Ming Dynasty was divided into inner and outer cities.The outer city is not counted, the inner city is like a nesting doll, wrapping the imperial city and the most core Forbidden City.

During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, because most of the inner east city was government offices and commercial houses, while the inner west city was mostly private houses of the rich and powerful, so there was a saying in Beijing that "the east is rich and the west is noble".

However, Master Feng was not included in this definition.Although Mr. Feng is considered a native of the capital, and his house is also in the east of the inner city, the location of his house is not good. It is at the foot of the east city wall, between Chaoyangmen and Dongzhimen.

The base of the city wall belongs to the low-priced land.Not to mention the shadows, in case of war, it is easy to be cleaned up.

Feng Jingjie was just a student supervisor back then, not a scholar who was willing to invest without a bottom line from a wealthy family.

The person who betrothed his daughter to him was not a big boss, but an ordinary merchant.

Investing in a daughter and a house for Mr. Feng is already the biggest investment project in the merchant's life. Facts have proved that this project is not very successful.Master Feng spent half his life in the officialdom of the capital, and he didn't even have the ability to change his house to a better location.To this day, it is still the old house.

Because it was at the foot of the east city wall, after leaving the imperial city, Master Feng had to travel through the entire east city to get home.Fortunately, the release time was early and there was plenty of time, so Master Feng walked straight to the Chaoyang Gate without taking a stroll.

It is different from the world-famous Chongwenmen tax customs.Chaoyangmen, which is just across the corner of the city wall from the former, is used to transport grain and fodder from all over the country into the city on weekdays, commonly known as "grain gate".

When Mr. Feng walked near Chaoyang Gate, it was already the bustling time of the afternoon market.

Near Chaoyangmen, there are not only large state-level granaries, but also many government offices, large grain stores, and even the residences of grain merchants.It is matched with the bustling grain market, brothel street, Luoma market and other prosperous areas.

The antique street near the city gate is Master Feng's favorite section.On this street, Mr. Feng can see all kinds of cultural relics, antiques, old books and paintings.Playing with it casually when passing by, discussing with the shop owner for a while, is also a rare entertainment item for middle-aged crisis men on weekdays.

This is still the case today.Master Feng spent half an hour wandering all the way, and finally came out from the Antique Street.

After leaving the Antique Street, you will find Chaoyangmen.

The towering city walls, the overlapping city towers, below which are rows of commercial houses on both sides, and the main street full of traffic.

At this moment, the crowd on the street suddenly poured into the shops on both sides like a tide, even Master Feng was no exception.

The reason is simple: a team of knights riding tall horses, blowing copper whistles with unique sounds, and waving whips in their hands cleared Chaoyangmen Main Street.

Behind the knights who were moving forward at a constant speed, there were three or four rumbling carts.

These carts are unified four good horse-drawn carts, the body is both long and wide.Under the shelves shining with metallic luster, one can see coils of iron springs resembling mosquito coils, holding the shelves firmly and vibrating slightly.

"It's the spring team."

"I don't know what time it is to get lucky this time."

"About litchi again."

"It's nonsense. At this time of year, the lychees in Guangli haven't bear fruit yet!"

Master Feng listened expressionlessly to the random chatter of the idlers beside him.

I don't know when, the first cart carrying chilled lychees arrived outside Chaoyangmen from Tianjin Kuaima.

Tropical fruits from the southern country brought unparalleled enjoyment to the dignitaries in the capital.Afterwards, with the addition of various frozen seafood, the term "spring fleet" refreshed the cognition of the natives of the capital like the wind, making them know that as long as they have money, everyone has the opportunity to be Yang Guifei once. .

Of course, most of the natives of the capital will never have the chance to taste the seasonal fresh food brought by the spring convoy in this life.

This also includes Master Feng.He is a sixth-grade dick, with no power in his hands and no copper in his waist.Even though he passed by Chaoyangmen after get off work every day, and even though he could see the spring caravan from time to time, Master Feng had never seen what was in the cargo box so far.

Probably God heard Master Feng's dissatisfaction.The next moment, a sudden change occurred.

A donkey that had been led to the side of the road was inadvertently burned by the wormwood on the Chinese medicine stall under its feet. The donkey shook its head and broke free from its owner's hand, and ran across the road.

The coachman wearing a cotton cap pulled the reins immediately.But when the incident happened suddenly, the four horses pulling the cart rushed to the side of the road after emergency avoidance.

Before the horse was reined in, the cart bounced and ran over several stone bricks on the side of the street, eventually causing a box of goods to be ejected, leaping over half the street, and falling right in front of Master Feng.

Ignoring the chaotic motorcade and the unlucky donkey owner, Master Feng stared blankly at one thing at this moment.

Wrapped in the broken wooden crate is a large square of transparent ice.But what was wrapped in ice was a strange fish.

This strange fish has a huge and plump body, about the size of a three or four year old child.Its whole body is composed of rouge spots the size of a thumb, separated by thin milky white lines in the middle.

Accidentally meeting the strange fish's eyes, Master Feng took a deep breath.In a daze, he seemed to feel that the strange fish was smiling at him and saying hello: "It's the first time we meet today, I have admired you for a long time!"

At the same time, there was a sound of breathing around Master Feng.Ancient northerners saw herring, black fish, red carp and green carp on a daily basis.But the colors are so bright and colorful, full of exotic and beautiful tropical fish, in this era, it is not common for southerners who do not rely on the sea.

"I'm afraid it's not a sea fish spirit, it's the one who has transformed the soul of a beautiful girl named Hook Shu!"

The aborigines, who were taken aback, chattered all over the next moment, pointing at the big rouge fish and began to show that the people in the capital are well-informed.

Without waiting for the natives to say anything more, a few people in the convoy who stopped the horses in an emergency ran over quickly, put cloths in their hands, hurriedly carried the ice back to the car, covered it with a piece of green cloth, and tied it with ropes.

"Hurry up, hurry up, start the car, it's time to time out!"

Under the command of the leader knight, within a few minutes, the well-trained convoy cleaned up the mess urgently and headed towards the inner city again.

The convoy set off, but things weren't over yet.

The few knights left to deal with the car accident first whipped the unlucky donkey owner and the Chinese medicine stall owner in the street, making them roll over and beg for mercy.When the patrolmen from Wucheng Bingma Division arrived, the knight lifted his coat, and after showing the three waist cards stuck in a row in his waist, he directed the patrolmen to escort the two bloody criminals to the Daxing County Yamen. Asking the crime: "Is there any villain behind the poor governance?"

It wasn't until the patrol and the knight escorted the criminals away that the noise on the street resumed its previous noise.

As if he didn't hear the lowered voices of discussions around him, Master Feng sighed, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the house.

In the past half of his life, he has seen too many things in the capital where the powerful bully the weak, and he has long since lost the courage to fight against injustice.

Having said that, although the team's reaction was a bit serious, in the final analysis it was the donkey owner who provoked them first.It's not appropriate to insist that the rich and powerful are playing tricks.

What's more, compared to the indigenous commoners, Mr. Feng is more or less the class that understands the background of this convoy—the tyrannical feudal town, the feudal town that was able to cut off thousands of heads from Jianlu, who was feared by Daming, is now wiped out In the countries of Southeast Asia, rebellion is just a feudal town in a moment.

This kind of serious trouble entrenched in the south, now the government and the opposition are dealing with it carefully, and they will not talk about that person openly.

Master Feng understood in his heart, not to mention how many people his family beat up in the street today, even if he beat his surname Feng in the street, probably all the princes in the court would not want to say a word for him.If it doesn't work out, it's still unknown to take him out as a favor.

"I don't know what kind of food is at home today."

Master Feng, who had been numb for half his life, calmed down in just 5 minutes, and forcibly forgot all the unhappiness he had just had.

And at this time, he finally reached the root of the imperial city.Not a moment later, turning into a wide alley, pushing open a painted wooden door at the entrance of the alley, Master Feng finally entered his warm home, a small courtyard.

The next moment, before Master Feng closed the door, he saw his brother-in-law standing in the courtyard.

The younger brother-in-law was about thirty, tall and fat, with fleshy cheeks, wearing a set of fine cotton robes and a sheepskin jacket.

The brother-in-law, who was standing in the yard not knowing what he was doing, turned his head and saw Mr. Feng entering the door. With a flick of his wrist, the whisk in his hand was thrown twice, with a smile all over his face: "Master is back? Let me dust you off!"

For some reason, when Master Feng saw his brother-in-law, his expression was a little suspicious.While moving forward slowly, a half-smiley face came out: "Oh, oh, it's Tang San, why is he standing in the courtyard and not entering the house."

By the way, the merchant who invested in Master Feng back then was surnamed Tang, and his family opened two sauce and vinegar shops.In addition to marrying his eldest daughter to Master Feng, he also has two sons under his knees.

That is to say, Master Feng has two uncles who are direct relatives.

Now, Master Tang has passed away for more than ten years.After his death, Tang's eldest son, Tang Er, took over the family business.Tang Er, who is stable by nature, has only maintained an ordinary relationship with Master Feng in these years, and the contacts are not frequent.

But the second son Tang San who was standing in the courtyard today was restless.This guy doesn't have a fixed job, and spends his days fooling around in the market.Be a scalper today, become a private tooth tomorrow, and work as a steward in someone else's house the next day. In short, freelancers have great freedom.

"Ouch!"

The next moment, Master Feng, who had been severely whipped and whipped twice, couldn't help crying out in pain.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that the Buddha dust in Tang San's hand was not a tool for cultivating immortals with a ponytail, but a rough envoy with a bundle of thin cloth strips, no wonder it was quite powerful in pulling people off.

And at this time, Tang San, the smile on his face had long since disappeared, and the Buddha dust in his hand, after attacking suddenly, he had transformed into another ultimate move "Bi Hai Chao Sheng", which was about to be sent out, and matched with Master Feng's sad face covering his crotch, The courtyard was filled with murderous aura.

"Tell me, what's the result of the 50 taels of silver last year?"

"In fact, I bought a New Year's ceremony and met the head of the official department Teng."

"What's next?"

"This... said to go back and wait for the letter, there will be good news in the next year!"

"fart!"

The flesh on Tang San's face was trembling with anger: "I've already asked someone to inquire, the lack of Tongzhi Qinghe has already been taken away, and today all the documents have been approved!".

By now, the relationship between Tang San and Master Feng is also clear: the relationship between venture capitalists and entrepreneurs.

In other words, in all dynasties, no capital city can lack such a combination.

Beijing officials are poor, but they have a huge room for appreciation, which attracts the emergence of venture capitalists: strategic investors will lend money to Beijing officials for a long time.Once the Beijing officials survive to the day when they are released, investors will follow them in the name of servants and long-term followers.

After taking office in the local area, it will be hello and me, return the investment, and enjoy a good life by the way. This kind of people is commonly known as "the belly".

Hearing Tang San revealed the truth, for some reason, Master Feng, who should have been astonished, showed a wry smile like relief on his face.

Nodding his head, he replied weakly: "I said that I won't be able to wait for news after the next year, and that's probably the case when I think about it."

"Oh my God!"

Looking at the lazy, unmotivated middle-aged man in front of him, Tang San, who is usually considered number one in Taoism, suddenly saw through the true nature of his uncle at this moment, so he rarely showed deep sadness color.

Stretching out a finger tremblingly, pointing to the sky, Tang San gritted his teeth and raised his head and cursed: "Old old blind."

Then retracted two fingers and poked his forehead: "The little one is blind."

The next moment, Tang San crossed the whisk and pointed at Dongwu tremblingly: "Bai Shengsheng's eldest sister just gave you this fashionable item for nothing. Having children, after 20 years, how many good things have you eaten?" How many good clothes have you worn?"

"It's really bad luck for my old Tang family to meet you!"

The current Tang San was really beating his chest and stamping his feet: "I've come all these years, it's not a fashion thing, it's just white money, and it's worth 800 taels of your cheap stuff!"

"Feng Beishi, Feng Beishi, I understand today that you are finally a piece of mud, mud that can no longer be wiped off the wall!"

Tang San'er, who was finally sober in the world, thought that all his venture capital investment these years had been in vain. At this moment, he felt sad and angry, and his eyes showed a fierce look.

I saw him straighten his waist, lift up one foot, lead the sword with one hand, and swing the whip into a ring with the other, posing a combined killing style of "immortal guiding the way" + "raising fire to the sky", condescending, full of a strong sense of oppression : "I will make a break with your grandson today!"

On this side, Master Feng saw that his uncle had gone crazy, so he hurriedly twisted his waist and leaned down. With both arms, he used the "Lion Binding Rabbit" to protect the vital parts of his head and face. type" action.

At that time, in the small green brick courtyard, one man looked like a King Kong with glaring eyes, jumping up to hurt others, while the other fell down and acted like a child. In a state of resignation, he posed together as a "golden jade slave" Whip the thin lover" picture came out.

(End of this chapter)