Daming: I'm rotten, my father is Hu Weiyong

Chapter 109 Give King Yan a Great Gift

Hu Hanshan made a decision that made the bureaucrats and gentry in Jiangxi furious: "Would you like to beat up these old bastards, my lord?"

"Just now, I was disrespectful to the lord, and I have long wanted to give these old clappers a punch."

Zhu Di no longer thought about the purpose of the dignified Prime Minister Zuo's eldest son's doing this. What could the four vassals have that could be worth Hu Hanshan's schemes?

Only myself is left.

Could it be that Hu Hanshan could still plot against him.

Zhu Di had long been annoyed by these Jiangxi bureaucrats and gentry, but no one around him dared to say such stupid words, so he laughed heartily without any consideration: "No need, I'd better accompany me to drink and listen to music."

"Come on." Hu Hanshan looked like a dog slave, wagging his tail and begging to open the door for Yan Wang Zhu Di himself, and walked into the private room of the bureaucrats and gentry who occupied Jiangxi.

The Jiangxi bureaucrats and gentry could only watch Hu Hanshan go in, and made up their minds. After returning, they must impeach the procurator and make Hu Hanshan regret today's decision.

The king of Qin stared at the direction Hu Hanshan was leaving, only resentment remained, and he would definitely rectify Hu Hanshan if he had the opportunity, and even kill the majesty of Yan Wang Zhu Di.

How could Hu Hanshan pay attention to what was going on outside? He was only thinking about how to become a close friend of Emperor Taizong in the future. He looked at Zhu Di's slightly worn-out coiled collar and narrow-sleeved coiled dragon uniform: "Is your lord free tomorrow?"

Zhu Di has no errands in the sixth department, and he has plenty of time: "I have free time, but I can't come to the Jiaofang Division for drinks tomorrow."

Hu Hanshan pretended to be mysterious and smiled: "Of course I didn't come to Jiaofangsi to drink, and I will give it to King Yan tomorrow."

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Zhu Di has a tough mind, and there are not many things that can tempt him, except for all kinds of talents, which are the treasures of Ming Dynasty used to rectify armaments: "I don't know what it is."

Hu Hanshan didn't answer mysteriously, and kept trying to persuade him to drink, but he didn't expect that Zhu Di's drinking capacity was astonishing, and Hu Hanshan was drunk, and Zhu Di was only slightly drunk.

The next day, it started to rain heavily.

In an old alley in Jiangning County.

The rainwater flows down the tile eaves into the official ditches, and the torrential water flows out of the city from the gates of the houses.

A shabby room several feet square.

An emaciated young man was curled up in a corner of the wall, wearing a worn-out soft towel and a patched shirt.

The eyelids were tightly shut, and the lips were blue.

Has been unconscious for several sticks of incense time.

I don't know how long it has passed.

The thin young man slowly woke up, looking around in a daze: "It seems that I, Zhang Yu, have escaped another catastrophe."

"Where is this?"

Zhang Yudong stood up from the corner of the wall trembling all over, looked at his clothes, took off the soft towel and wiped his face: "Looking at the situation here, there should be people living here."

"I just hope that the master's family will go out to make a living and come back later. Zhang needs to recover some strength before he can leave."

Zhang Yu tremblingly walked to the wooden bed, wrapped himself in a thin cotton quilt, and saw a yellowed scroll beside the bed.

Holding it in his hand, he turned to the cover of the book and took a look.

"Miscellaneous Notes of Guan Xue"

"It seems that the master's family is a scholar, and he is proficient in Guan Xue. He must have gone to the academy if he hasn't come back yet."

Zhang Yu was hungry and hadn't had any water or rice for a day.

Ignoring which alley in Jiangning County he was in, Zhang Yu got off the bed and was about to go to the kitchen to find something to eat.

Push open the wooden door.

There was the sound of heavy rain beating on the blue tiles.

The inside of the fence was muddy, and a large splash of water splashed from the waterlogged ground.

Zhang Yu looked around, feeling even worse: "The family is really poor, I hope there is some surplus food in the rice jar."

There are only two thatched huts and one tile-roofed house for the poor people in this place.

There is not even an earthen wall, just a fence around the edge of the home.

Zhang Yu's eyes were dizzy from hunger, and he didn't care about the icy heavy rain, so he was going to rush into the kitchen to find something to eat in the rain.

Before he could take a step forward, an old woman came out of the kitchen with a cracked porcelain bowl, shielding herself from the rain.

He walked up to Zhang Yu, wiped the rainwater off his face, and put the cracked porcelain bowl in Zhang Yu's hand: "Son, don't stand stupidly at the door, drink up this bowl of white rice porridge."

"White rice nourishes people, and after drinking it, the disease will be cured."

Zhang Yu's hungry chest pressed against his back, wishing he could eat the whole bowl, as if he was holding warm white rice porridge.

But he couldn't even open his mouth.

The mother who called his son in front of him was only in her 30s, with spots on her face, and she seemed to be in her 50s.

It made Zhang Yu think of his mother who had passed away, as well as some of his past.

At that time, I was a student who didn't have much to do with labor, sitting at home every day and reciting stereotyped essays.

In order to make a living for the mother and son, the mother had to work as a tenant in the squire's house.

In order to earn two more grains of rice, he did more than peasants in pitting manure, curing ridges, and cutting hemp.

In just a few years, he is already very old.

Zhang Yu revealed his true feelings, and pushed the bowl in front of his mother, his voice choked with sobs: "Mother eat first."

The mother looked at Zhang Yu lovingly: "Yu'er eat it, mother has eaten it."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Yu almost couldn't hold back his emotions and burst into tears.

He saw the gaping bowl next to the kitchen, and his mother had indeed eaten it.

What he ate was the bran that was used to feed the cattle in the squire's house.

When the mother eats less, the son can eat more.

Zhang Yu knew that he couldn't hold back his mother, so he finished the rice porridge with the most satisfied expression, and secretly vowed in his heart that when he earned money in the future, he would make this lonely old lady live a good life.

I haven't waited for Zhang Yu's future way out.

A few men in brown jackets and oil-paper umbrellas kicked open the gate of the fence and walked in.

Liu Laizi, who was in charge, said in a bad tone: "Mr. Zhang Li, Ziqian's day has come for several days. If you don't have any money today, you can pay with the house."

Seeing the aggressive men, Zhang Lishi's first reaction was to protect his son behind him.

Retreating step by step, retreating to the corner where you can no longer retreat, you can only ask them to give you a few more days.

How can Zhang Yu see his mother who regards him as her son humbly begging Liu Mangy, and scolded: "Liu Mangy, you should think about it, according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, steal and sell other people's fields, one acre of land, one house, Fifty canes."

"Five acres of fields, three houses, eighty sticks, two years of walking."

"Although the tiles in Zhang's house do not cover the eaves, there are at least three rooms. If this matter gets into the county government, you can't afford it and walk away."

Liu Laizi glanced at Zhang Yu, and looked at it carefully for a long time. Zhang Yu wanted to run away when he saw it: "Hehe, Mr. Xiucai is finally willing to come back. He hasn't seen his talents for so many years."

"Still making trouble in the county government office? It's clearly written in black and white, even if it makes trouble in the Yingtian Mansion Yamen, I'm not afraid."

(End of this chapter)