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

Chapter 2 Open Pendulum

In less than two sticks of incense, the imperial doctor in the palace was invited to Prime Minister Zuo's mansion, and several servants supported him and trotted all the way to Hu Hanshan's bed.

After examining the pulse, the imperial doctor confirmed that there was nothing serious about Hu Hanshan's body, and prescribed a few warming and tonic prescriptions before leaving.

Hu Hanshan, as a well-known dandy in the capital, how could he leave so easily: "Hu Er, go and get five taels. No. Ten taels of silver for the consultation fee from the imperial doctor."

A famous doctor in Jinling City pays only three to five cents for a visit, a steward in Prime Minister Zuo’s mansion only pays five cents a month, and Hu Hanshan only pays ten taels of silver for every move.

The imperial doctor's first reaction was that he didn't dare to take it, because there was too much money, it was really hot.

As Hu Er, the close follower who grew up with Hu Hanshan, he knew that the young master had the best face, so he took half a catty of silver from the tray and stuffed it directly into the imperial doctor's hand: "I'll take it for you, and save it for other meritorious officials." Your son said that my young master is stingy."

The imperial doctor took over half a catty of silver and bowed again and again to thank him, thinking that Hu Hanshan really deserves to be a well-known playboy in Jinling City.

When the imperial doctor left, Hu Er, like a dog wagging his tail, reported something like asking for credit: "Master, to celebrate being Prime Minister Zuo, Master is going to hold a banquet in a few days."

"I heard that all the nobles from Huaixi will be there, and the eldest daughter of Yingchuan Hou, whom the young master has a crush on, will also come back."

Hu Hanshan was originally because the imperial doctor said that he was in good health and in a good mood, so he didn't have to lie in bed like a disabled person for the past two years.

When he heard that Hu Weiyong was going to entertain all the nobles in Huaixi, he trembled with fright, and his half-lying body directly collapsed on the bed.

This is because the Hu family died too slowly.

No matter which emperor, the most taboo thing is to form a party for personal gain, let alone a group of Huaixi nobles with heavy soldiers in their hands.

Who knows whether this group of people gathered together to reminisce about the old days, or to prepare for a mutiny in Chenqiao with the addition of yellow robes.

Even if Huaixi Xungui didn't have the thought of adding a yellow robe to his body, it's hard to guarantee that the arrogant soldiers under them didn't have such thoughts. After all, Huaixi Xungui was only a prince and they could only be generals.

If Huaixi Xungui became the emperor, the arrogant soldiers and warriors could become hereditary dukes with permanent wealth.

Which emperor would not be frightened when so many nobles with heavy armies gathered together?
Huaixi Xungui is committing suicide.

"Okay, enough ruthlessness." Hu Hanshan's face showed the determination of a strong man who will never return: "Since it's all like this, then I'm completely free."

"Hu Er, go find a few strippers who are good at bamboo carving, and also find a painter who is proficient in meticulous painting."

Hu Er was still immersed in the joy of inviting all the nobles, and when he heard the young master's order, he immediately ran out.

As for what Hu Hanshan wants to do, Hu Er has been implementing the know-how of being a human being taught to him by his father, Mr. Hu, since he was a child. Everything is arranged by the young master, even if the young master asks him to kill someone, he will do it without hesitation.

After resting for two or three days, Hu Hanshan basically recovered and was able to get out of bed and walk around.

First, several bamboo craftsmen were asked to make more than 100 sheets of bamboo. The style is similar to the peach charms hanging at the door, and it is much thinner than ordinary peach charms, only the thickness of two or three sheets of rice paper.

After the thin slices were made, Hu Hanshan ordered the painter to draw exquisite meticulous paintings on each thin slice.

In the end, Hu Hanshan personally wrote notes on each thin slice with a rabbit fine pen.

When the flakes are finished, the feast for Huaixi nobles will begin.

Before dawn, Hu Hanshan was called up, and he was arranging his clothes under the service of several maids.

Those who had just put on their clothes and hadn't come for breakfast were dragged to the gate again.

As the eldest son of Prime Minister Zuo, he had to personally greet the noble officials who came to the banquet at the door.

Hu Hanshan stood at the gate of the double eaves ridge beast, looking at the Gongyuan Street in front of the two town houses Suan Ni, and there was no official present.

Hu Hanshan was in a good mood: "Hu Er, go get someone to bring an Eight Immortals table, and bring four more benches, and don't forget to bring the cloth tricks."

If it was another servant who knew that the young master was going to be a demon, he might not listen to Hu Hanshan. Today is the day to entertain the nobles of Huaixi.

Hu Er was different, and immediately arranged for the dog legs who usually followed the young master to bring all the things the young master asked for.

According to Hu Hanshan's instructions, it was placed at the bottom of the steps facing the gate.

In addition, all the middle-aged servants in the family were driven away in advance, leaving only a bunch of scumbags.

Hu Hanshan was overjoyed and sat on the bench, with his back facing the gate of Prime Minister Zuo's mansion, and asked someone to open the trap.

The cloth sign on the left reads, if you win, you will be promoted to a higher level.

The cloth sign on the right reads, lose one hundred silver.

Hu Er and other dog legs understood that Hu Hanshan wanted to open a gambling shop at the gate, so he quickly blocked the gate to prevent officials from entering.

Hu Hanshan couldn't change Hu Weiyong, who had a high position and weight, so he decided to kill him completely.

Just for self-pollution.

As long as Hu Weiyong's reputation is destroyed by self-deprecation, Hu Weiyong's party members will be cut off step by step.

Following the example of Tang He, who was the only one who had a good death, hand over all the rights in his hands within two years, resign and return to his hometown to become a rich man.

That's the only way to survive.

Gambling with officials today is only superficial, and the real purpose is to spread the word that money can be promoted.

Hu Hanshan got up very early. In order to curry favor with the prime minister of the left, Hu Weiyong, some officials from the Sixth Ministry also rushed over in blue woolen sedan chairs very early.

The officials of the six ministries were all blocked at the gate, standing in a half circle not far from the Eight Immortals Table.

Seeing the font on the two cloth signs, I understood what was going on.

Hu Weiyong, the prime minister of the left, sold his official titles.

It's just that I'm not sure if it's Hu Weiyong, the prime minister of the left, or the eldest son himself.

Seeing that there were more and more officials around, but no one dared to step forward, Hu Hanshan cleared his throat and said, "It doesn't matter if it's my father's idea or mine."

"As long as the money is collected, Prime Minister Zuo has to accept this favor. Think about it, everyone, this is the favor of Prime Minister Zuo, the head of civil servants."

The officials couldn't stand immediately when they heard this. No matter how they got the favor, it was the favor of Prime Minister Zuo after all, and the price they paid was only 100 taels of silver.

Let alone 100 taels of silver, even thousands of taels of silver are worth it.

Soon an official came out of the crowd and sat on a long bench.

An official sat on a long bench, and the other officials couldn't bear it anymore, rushing forward to grab a seat.

Hu Hanshan saw these officials looking like dogs grabbing food, curled his lips, and asked Hu Er to lead someone to stop the officials back, leaving only the seven people sitting on the long bench first.

Hu Hanshan divided the bamboo strips into two stacks and put them on the table of the Eight Immortals, and introduced: "Today we are playing a kind of gambling card that the young master thought about."

"Three Kingdoms Kill."

The four officials were completely relieved when they heard that this was a gambling card that Hu Hanshan had figured out by himself.

It is clear that they want to cheat money.

Prime Minister Zuo's favor has stabilized.

(End of this chapter)