Begging in late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 170
At nightfall, Song Qingshu's four-wheeled carriage with a few lanterns stuck in it, being dragged rapidly by four horses, briskly crossed the streets and alleys like a night demon, and arrived at the magistrate's yamen in the city.

Song Qingshu is very familiar with this magistrate's yamen. After all, Zhang Xianzhong lived in it for seven or eight days. come once.

At the entrance of the yamen, there were only two yamen servants lazily standing guard, but relying on their keen sense of battlefield aura, they jumped out of the carriage, and Song Qingshu immediately sensed that something was wrong with the inner yamen. The bushes against the wall obviously made him uncomfortable. This Li Tiezhu went up to yell with the invitation card, Song Qingshu looked around casually, but his pupils were staring at the bushes. Within a minute, the cold light reflected by the moonlight made his pupils shrink.

It's really a bad comer!
At this time, Li Tiezhu had already returned, and a servant of the magistrate's yamen behind him had rushed in to report, carrying another one on his back, Li Tiezhu also shook his head at Song Qingshu with a serious face, Song Qingshu nodded slightly while watching, casually Patted his bulging waist, Song Qingshu walked in the first place in a staggered manner, and behind him, Li Tiezhu led the other five soldiers, followed behind Song Qingshu with his head slightly lowered, look at that They seemed to be following carefully, but everyone's eyes and corners of the eye were staring at the surroundings, and their ears were pricked up.

Yan'an Mansion is quite poor, and the front porch of the magistrate's yamen is not big, although it is surrounded by Cong Cong, at least there is nothing wrong with it, I met a master in the second hall, Zhang Luo enthusiastically led the way, and entered smoothly Three halls.

In a hall with lights on, the smell of food was already wafting out. It seemed that Ma Maocai was sincere in his hospitality. Four-color snacks, fruits, and several elegant cold dishes had been put on the table. , Song Qingshu became more vigilant, knowing that when Hong Chengchou killed people, he often set up a banquet, and when the drink was almost over, the ambush soldiers rushed in to kill.

It seems that people in this era are willing to use this trick. Even when Li Zicheng gained power later, when he wanted to kill Luo Rucai, he threw a banquet for Luo Rucai. Unfortunately, Luo Rucai, Cao Cao, was not fooled, and only killed Ge Liyan He Yilong.Although there is no sign of an ambush in the backyard, who knows if they are hiding in another room?

"Master, Song Dusi is here!" The teacher greeted again from the front, and then walked out of the room quickly, wearing a fifth-grade crimson official uniform, black gauze, and the three-color beard that is popular these days, but This man's mouth is relatively small, but his eyes are a bit big, and he really looks like an alien.

It should be Ma Maocai, the magistrate. These days, when the governor sees the magistrate, he wants to pay a subordinate salute, but Song Qingshu is not willing to lose his status. He clasped his fists and greeted him with a smile: "Song pays his respects to the magistrate!"

This Ma Maocai's reaction was a bit louder, he cupped his hands and raised his fists to the top of his head, and suddenly he bowed down with a big bow.

"Oh, Mr. Song Dusi is here, Ma's place is really full of splendor! Mr. Song, come, please come in quickly!"

It's nothing to be courteous, it's either rape or robbery!This appearance of Ma Maocai startled Song Qingshu, and subconsciously touched his waist. Fortunately, there were not more than a dozen ambush soldiers at this juncture, and Ma Maocai bent down respectfully and stretched out his arms, and sat down. This gesture of invitation was a flirtation with Li Tiezhu. The six of them were half looking inside and half looking outside. Seemingly loose, they stopped at the door, and Song Qingshu followed straight in.

Sure enough, this banquet was not simple. There was a person sitting there long ago in the most invisible place, looking out with a smile on his face.

This man was around forty, but he didn't wear an official uniform. He was wearing a navy blue taoist gown popular among Ming scholars and officials. On the outside, he wore a long bikini armor with a picture of pine, crane and cloud. The green silk embroidery was quite realistic, showing a Rich and honored, but this face is a bit unflattering, with a big top and a small bottom, a thicker beard pointing downwards, and fleshless cheeks, it looks a bit like a big radish with seedlings.

But although this man's appearance can't be regarded as a handsome man popular in the officialdom, his bearing is something that people dare not underestimate. Stopping in the position, Song Qingshu hugged Ma Maocai again.

"Master Ma, who is this?"

Ma Maocai was a little embarrassed to say that he was treating guests and changing the host on the spot. Fortunately, before he hesitated, the carrot man had already introduced himself with a smile.

"Master Song really is a nobleman who forgets things a lot. Zhang Zishou and Tian promoted Mr. Hong. A few days ago, Mr. Hong hosted a banquet for Mr. Song. Mr. Zhang was waiting beside him and even said hello to Mr. Song!"

"Oh, Mr. Song was called a fool. He has always been muddleheaded. He has neglected Mr. Zhang. Please forgive me!" He hurriedly laughed, but Song Qingshu suddenly felt that the matter really had something to do with Hong Chengchou.

"Everywhere, Mr. Hong said that Mr. Song is so wise and stupid, but I will hold a banquet in the name of the prefect of Ma. I hope you will forgive me."

"How dare you dare!"

After some delay, Song Qingshu entered the table and sat on the side near the door. Although Ma Maocai was the owner of the room, he was just a foil. Triangular sat by the bed with a smile on his face. Apart from the dishes, he didn't say a word, and after a long time of politeness, a plate of chicken and a plate of fish were served, and this pusher simply got to the point.

"May I ask Mr. Song, I don't know if the recent farm work has been going well? Mr. Hong is very concerned about this matter. I don't know how much food can be harvested this year?"

It's strange if you don't care, use me as a cash machine for coolies!Muttering in his heart, Song Qingshu also had a smile on his face, and quickly put down his chopsticks and said modestly.

"I would also like to thank Mr. Hong for choosing the place for Song. The land is fertile and the water source is sufficient. It is a good place for farming. Apart from the lack of iron tools, it has always been good. Now, 150 years of land have been reclaimed. , if the weather is good this year and there are no major disasters, about [-] dan of coarse grain can be harvested."

In the end, he kept an eye out and cut the number by more than half. Even so, the pusher who heard it still gasped. After a long time, he smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Master Song, to tell you the truth, when Master Hong wanted to recruit you, I was quite opposed to it, but now it seems that Master Hong really has the insight to recognize talents. It has only been half a year, and Zhang has achieved such results. I'm ashamed of myself!"

"Everywhere, there are some whole grains that are good for fertility, and they are not on the table."

If you can be humble, you will be humble. The outside atmosphere is obviously not right. It seems that Hong Chengchou is going to attack Wang Zuohang. At this time, it is best to pretend to be a grandson and don't show yourself. Ups and downs can be counted as two times. Song Qingshu can now Knowing the importance of keeping a low profile, Tuiguan can be regarded as the governor's deputy and legal adviser, and Hong Chengchou's confidant, so he must be fooled.

Then, while drinking and eating vegetables, Zhang Zishou asked about sweet potatoes with great interest, and Song Qingshu, who was patient and able to answer, also answered one by one, which made this one very happy, and half an hour passed before he knew it , It's almost the same for a banquet.

Li Tiezhu wandered around twice outside, and Song Qingshu wanted to leave too. After thinking about it for a while, he remembered an allusion he had read before, and casually took a tea bowl from the tea table next to him.

"Did Master Zhang bring this tea? It smells so good!"

As he spoke, Song Qingshu took a sip casually.

This action stunned Zhang Zishou. Before, he thought Song Qingshu was an old man who only knew how to cultivate the land. Tonight's conversation could wipe away half of his contempt. However, he never thought that even Song Qingshu understood this kind of officialdom ambiguity. , but looked at him with admiration.

This ambiguity is called serving tea to see off guests!The conversation is over, in order to avoid embarrassment, the host will hold up the tea bowl to respect the guests, and the interested guests will take a sip, and then take the initiative to leave, Song Qingshu is the other way around, telling him that he is leaving!

But I haven't done anything tonight, so I can't let him go!A sudden slap on the forehead of the carrot, Zhang Zishou immediately showed a sorry smile, smiled and shook his head and said: "Master Song, look at my old bone, I forget things when I chat!"

"Come here, clear the table and put the things on!"

This is the meat show coming!Looking at the posture, he guessed that he could enter vertically tonight, and Song Qingshu raised his head suspiciously. A few servants came in from outside and removed the leftovers. Then an aide behind him was holding some books Recorded came in.

The strange thing is that Song Qingshu, the staff member, looked a little familiar, and couldn't help but take a few more glances. Who knew this skill, Zhang Zishou suddenly put the big carrot head close to Song Qingshu, and opened his mouth to ask: "Song Qingshu My lord, what do you think of Fenghe Commander Wang Zuojia Wangdusi?"

This made Song Qingshu couldn't help being clever, this is the time to test it out!See if you are loyal and how to stand in line!Really not daring to hesitate for a second, Song Qingshu snorted angrily with a disgusted expression on his face.

"Wang Dusi? The king thief is almost the same! He doesn't do production at all, and he plunders every day, and has repeatedly robbed me of Qingquanwei. This kind of person will be a scourge sooner or later!"

"Wow! As expected of Master Hong's favorite person, Master Song and Master Hong really want to go together!" Laughing in satisfaction, he opened a map and spread it on the table. I made a request.

Really bet right!Song Qingshu felt relieved immediately, and looked up again. The familiar staff member had retreated behind the scenes and could not be seen. With some doubts in his heart, he suddenly turned his eyes to the map. The next second, Song Qingshu's eyes suddenly went straight up.

This Hong Chengchou is really fucking cunning!
(End of this chapter)