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

Chapter 73

Because of his own brother, Hu Hanshan was accused by all the noble children, who regarded the eunuch as a lowly dog.

Only Hu Hanshan treated the eunuchs sincerely.

The palm print eunuch's tears couldn't stop wanting to flow out, so he must tell the godfather about today's situation, and ask the godfather to say a few good words in front of Yan Wang Zhu Di.

Although Zhu Di is only the king of the four vassals, he is also a vassal king anyway, and he has a close relationship with the prince Zhu Biao. It is enough to say some compliments in front of the prince.

The palm print eunuch got up and left the nursing home. When he passed by a dozen tea sheds, he accidentally saw a person sitting in the innermost tea shed in the alley, who looked a bit like His Majesty the Emperor.

It's just a little bit like, the palm print eunuch was anxious to go back and tell his godfather and grandpa what happened today, and left in a hurry without taking it seriously.

Zhu Yuanzhang has always confirmed some things with his own eyes, and he came here today to see if Hu Hanshan is consistent with his words and deeds, as he said.

Generally, when leaving the palace, Zhu Yuanzhang would dress up in disguise in order to ensure that he would not be recognized by the officials of the central government.

Jiang Yu seemed to be tall, fat and burly. He had been a gang head for a while before, and the rouge and gouache in his hands were much more ingenious than that of Jiaofang Siqing.

After Zhu Yuanzhang passed Jiang Yu's Fu fan, only one or two of his original appearance remained.

Zhu Yuanzhang took Jiang Yu to sit in the tea shed in the alley, observing everything that happened near the Nursing Home: "I didn't expect Hu Hanshan to be such a wonderful person."

"In order to sell the tea, I don't hesitate to call the eunuchs brothers and sisters."

Jiang Yu used to be a gang head, and he thought he was shameless enough, but he didn't expect that he was still a little less elegant than Hu Hanshan.

At this time, a person came out from the nursing home.

Zhang Youwen has been working hard to build a nursing home these days, and his whole body is a lot haggard.

When he came to Hu Hanshan, Zhang Youwen saw that he was criticized by many honorable children, and he was not at all ashamed, on the contrary, he enjoyed it quite a bit.

Can't figure it out, Zhang Youwen's pragmatic temperament will not ask more questions: "The last tile is covered, and the house can be warmed."

Hu Hanshan was closing his eyes, humming a little tune, enjoying listening to all kinds of accusations and abuse, and was happy for his bad reputation.

Hearing that Zhang Youwen said that the Nursing Home had been built, Hu Hanshan opened his eyes, and said enthusiastically to Chen Yong and other noble children: "It's better to come early than to come early."

"Since we're all here, we just happen to watch the conservatory at the Nursing Home together."

Hu Hanshan's expression.

The choked Chen Yong and other noble children were speechless, and they really regarded them as the officials and prostitutes who sang ditties.

This kind of bad behavior is like saying that they are the eunuch's own brothers, and it makes the honorable children feel disgusted.

"is it here?"

"That's right, this is what Hu Er was talking about. Why haven't I seen you for a while, and it's completely changed."

"No, the mansions of those officials are gone."

A group of tattered barefoot old men, and some gray-haired old women.

Some bereaved women and fatherless children came from the other side.

The leader was old man Li, who sold his rather decent Gebu pair to a clothing appraiser in Jinling, and rented a place for his daughter-in-law for some money.

Old Man Li and his wife, Granny Bai, found a shelter from the wind and have dealt with them casually until now.

The old couple, with old arms and old legs, lived every day to make money. After the youngest son died, the only thing he thought about was the pregnant daughter-in-law.

The battalion repairman Wai Lang stood near Chen Yong. As a Beijing official, he would not know these lowly mud-legged people, but after seeing these widows and loneliness, he felt that each one was more familiar to the other.

The battalion repairman Wailang came to Chen Yong's side, and he had no doubts at all: "At first, I thought that Hu Hanshan built this nursing home for some purpose, but I didn't expect it to be for these widows and widows to live alone."

Chen Yong has been feeling uneasy during this time, and he also thinks that Hu Hanshan will not give up repairing the official ditch for no reason, and give up trying to win over the Beijing officials and the eunuchs in the palace near the Dazhong Bridge.

After thinking about it for a long time, I couldn't figure out who to live in when I built the Tongpu. Now I see the widows and loneliness, and I am completely relieved.

Chen Yong became even more worried about Hu Hanshan's occupation of the official's house: "When repairing the official ditch, I was afraid that Hu Hanshan would act like a demon again, so I deliberately found these widowed and lonely houses to occupy."

"I didn't expect to be cautious for so long. Hu Hanshan just wanted to show off how powerful his father, Prime Minister Zuo, is by embezzling the court's repair money."

"Oh, how sad."

From the beginning to the end, the battalion repairmen Wai Lang and Chen Yong never regarded widows, widows and loneliness as human beings.

Just old men without wives or widows, old women without husbands and children.

Young bereaved children, bereaved women.

No relatives to support, helpless.

No one cares about being alive, and no one knows about being dead.

The battalion repairmen Wai Lang and Chen Yong occupied these people's houses without any worries.

Old man Li walked to the entrance of the Nursing Home under the recommendation of everyone, and looked up at the big house with blue bricks and black tiles, his old face was full of nervousness.

The old soldier who used to be brave enough to face the inspectors of the inspection department was very cautious now.

Old man Li hurriedly cupped his hands to Zhang Youwen: "Master Zhang, Hu Er told us that there is a place that doesn't cost money, I don't know."

Old man Li didn't dare to say anything halfway through. He thought that the residence Hu Er mentioned was a shed built of firewood, and it was enough to shelter from the wind.

Unexpectedly, when they came to the nursing home, the country gentleman's house was full of blue bricks and black tiles, which was much better than the dilapidated houses they used to live in.

Can this kind of country gentleman's house give them these widows and widows to live alone?

Old man Li didn't believe it in his heart, he didn't dare to say half of what he said.

Zhang Youwen was only responsible for the construction, and Hu Hanshan was always the person in charge. He turned around and asked the meaning of the temporary benefactor.

Hu Hanshan intends to give Zhang Youwen a fortune, at least as an official like him, he can make a good life for the common people: "You can take full responsibility."

Zhang Youwen nodded, and began to explain patiently to old man Li and the widows and loneliness.

When Chen Yong and Xungui's disciples saw this, they all understood, looking at Zhang Youwen who was speaking patiently there, they all showed pity.

"It turned out that Hu Hanshan had already thought up everything, and asked Zhang Youwen to be a scapegoat."

"It's just that the households in the county are not in charge of the case properly. If you have to come to this muddy water, you're going to be unlucky."

"The household manager is one of the most honorable squires in Jiangning County, heh, but now he has to bear the crime of beheading someone."

The contempt and pity of Chen Yong and Xungui's children reached the tea shed in the innermost alley.

Zhu Yuanzhang put down the tea cup in his hand, looked at the squire Zhang Youwen who was talking patiently with the widows and loneliness, and gave a judgment.

"This man can be a good official."

(End of this chapter)