I don't want to be a saint

Chapter 32 This script is wrong!

Mr. Yang put away the smile on his face, straightened his body, clasped his fists and saluted, "I've seen Guanshi Zhu!"

"Grandpa Yang is well!" Manager Zhu didn't expect much, and hurriedly clasped his fists in return: "Under the order of my lord, I will escort Fifth Lady back to her hometown to visit her relatives. If you are bothering me, please forgive me."

"Where is it! Steward Zhu is gone! It's the first day of the year, and it's time to go back to my hometown to burn paper for my ancestors. His Royal Highness Chu Wang has a heart! I just troubled Steward Zhu." While talking, old man Yang cupped his hands again salute.

When Guanshi Zhu saw this, he quickly waved his hands and said, "Don't dare to do it, don't dare to do it! What's your job, what's your job!"

At this moment, Guanshi Zhu was extremely surprised.

Yang Huilan came back to report the news by taking a short cut, he knew it, and he didn't stop him, allowing him to come back early.

For one thing, this is his self-confidence as an outsider of Chu Palace.

Two, if you can run away from a monk, you cannot run away from a temple.

But now, the other party responded decently, answered the ceremony well, and showed no signs of panic.It's not like a villain who lives in the deep mountains and has never seen the world.

Not only did they answer without leaking, but they also found a good reason to maintain the dignity of the two families.

Moreover, he is not afraid of his status as the steward of the palace.

However, the tall middle-aged man next to the old man was obviously pale, and his legs and feet were trembling.

Thinking of this, Guanshi Zhu inevitably had doubts.

However, Mr. Yang didn't look at his face. He looked very indifferent and calm, and stretched out his hand to invite: "Mr. Zhu, it's freezing outside, so it's not suitable to stay for a long time. Please sit in the room and drink a cup of hot wine to warm up your body." .”

"Stick what you want, don't dare to ask for it!"

Soon, a group of people came to the ancestral hall under the leadership of Mr. Yang.

The east and west rooms in the front yard of the ancestral hall are also equipped with kangs.On the way to the entrance of the village just now, people were already burned.

Yang Xu, Miss Yang, went to the West Wing with two maids.

And Guo Yi and Mr. Yang came to the East Wing with Steward Zhu and four guards.

"Hey! This is the heated kang that you spread, right? It's really warm! Drink and eat during the day, and sleep at night. You can do both!" Manager Zhu sat down on the kang, and kept touching this and looking there.

When Mr. Yang heard someone praise the kang, his face was full of pride: "That's not true! It's so warm! Sleeping at night, if you don't pay attention, you will burn your buttocks."

Guo Yi came in with tea, and interjected: "This kang is a unique skill in our Yanglin Village. My third uncle and the others are good masons. If they are free in a few days, let them also go to the palace and sell it to your mansion." Put on a few kangs!"

Manager Zhu couldn't help being taken aback when he heard this, and then suddenly said: "That's right! Why didn't someone think of it? Such a good thing should be put on the house. It's cold in the twelfth lunar month, and everything feels cold , I can’t sleep well at night.”

After finishing speaking, he clashed his fists and said happily, "That's it!"

"Haha! Guanshi Zhu has a discerning eye!" Mr. Yang echoed, "Let the third child and the others go there later."

Manager Zhu nodded, looked at the handsome young man who brought the tea, and asked casually, "Who is this?"

"The grandson of the old man. He escaped from the capital." Mr. Yang told the truth without any concealment.

Upon hearing this, Guanshi Zhu raised his eyebrows in surprise, and looked at him curiously: "Oh? From Beijing?"

When he looked at it this way, this handsome young man was indeed not a village child.

Although the clothes were shabby, her hair was tied up casually, and she didn't even wear a headband.But the kind of temperament he emanates from the inside out is hard to hide.

Faced with his sizing up, Guo Yi didn't panic at all. He bowed indifferently and said: "Boy Guo Yi, Guo Erlang, I have seen Guanshi Zhu."

"Oh, from Beijing?"

"Yes, my father passed away unfortunately, and the family was in disarray. In order to reduce the burden on the aunt, the mother brought the boy to my grandfather. Thanks to the great love of my grandfather, I have no worries about food and clothing."

Oh, my parents are married.

Manager Zhu didn't think much, nodded clearly, drank tea, and asked intentionally or unintentionally: "I heard that in Yanglin Village, in addition to sending carbon to the Wangfu, there is also a carbon charcoal family in Jiangling City. Shop, business is booming."

coming!

The topic is here!

Mr. Yang didn't reply, the old god was drinking tea, as if the matter had nothing to do with him.

However, Guo Yi laughed: "Speaking of which, our Yanglin Village is still entrusted with the blessing of His Highness the King of Chu."

The first sentence gives the matter a definite nature.

Then, he put down the tea in his hand, and continued: "As the saying goes, we rely on mountains to eat mountains, and we rely on water to eat water. Our Yanglin Village is next to Luming Mountain and Xizhang River. It stands to reason that food and clothing should be safe, but Xizhang River After years of siltation, the river bed has been raised, and from time to time, the embankment will be washed away and flooded, submerging the fertile fields on both sides of the river.

It's making life difficult for the people!

As for Luming Mountain, big insects, leopards and wild wolves often come and go, not to mention attacking villagers occasionally, and they often go down the mountain to prey on poultry and livestock in the village.

As a result, the villagers dare not go up the mountain, and can only sit and eat the mountain.

But just many years ago, a heavy rain washed away the cliff, exposing the black stone buried inside.But most of the villagers are ignorant of education and don't know this stuff.

Fortunately, the boy has read books for several years, and has a rough grasp of arts and sciences, so he knows that these black stones are stone carbon.

Therefore, in order to make a living, the villagers braved the cold and the north wind to dig some carbon to make a living in the cold winter months. "

This long story is full of tears and is touching.Make the hearer weep, make the hearer sad.

After finishing speaking, he clasped his fists in both hands, bowed in the direction of Jiangling City, and continued in a loud voice: "This Jingzhou Mansion is the fief of His Highness the King of Chu, and Luming Mountain naturally belongs to the territory of His Highness the King of Chu, there is no doubt about it. of!

As for our Yanglin Village, thanks to His Royal Highness King Chu's blessing, the Luming Mountain actually produced rock carbon, allowing the villagers to maintain their livelihoods.Your Highness is blessed! "

His hat was worn high for the king of Chu who had never met.

And listening to the eloquence of this handsome young man,

Manager Zhu is already stupid.

The script is wrong!

Not only did he bring four guards with sabers, he even brought precious cavalry, saying that they were guards for Wu Niangzi, but in fact they were deterrents by force.

As the saying goes, troublesome people come out of poor mountains and bad waters.

Who knows if these mud legs will fight him desperately for those stone carbon.

After all, it is a living thing.

But what is the situation now?
He only opened one head, and people raised their hands to send it up...

Is that the way to go?
I'm even ready to throw a cup, but it's useless, isn't it?

What a wonderful world it would be if everyone was like you!
"This, that..."

For a moment, Guanshi Zhu was at a loss for words and didn't know what to say.

This plot is wrong, and the well-prepared sentences are simply useless!
Guo Yi talked for a long time, a little thirsty, took a sip of the tea bowl, moistened his throat, and then continued: "His Royal Highness Chu is sympathetic to us poor subjects, and let us dig some days without permission. Petroleum, chat to make a living.

But we can't be ignorant, and we are willing to do our best for His Royal Highness Chu! "

Steward Zhu drank his tea, calmed down, followed his words and asked, "What does Guo Erlang mean?"

(End of this chapter)