A great man of the Northern Song Dynasty

It has become a custom for the Zhe family to give gifts to officials every year.

Of course, the official family is not short of that little money, but what is missing is the attitude, the attitude of surrender.

After intercepting and killing the five Xixia people, news came from Wan Sheng's army that Zhe Kexing could go on leave in advance.

This was a show of goodwill from the capital commander Huang Yi.

After returning home, three carriages were parked outside the door, and a group of sergeants with a strong aura saluted.

"I've met Mr. Lang."

Zhe Kexing nodded, "But there are gifts from home?"

"yes."

The leader was a scholar named He Gui. He was in his thirties and had a very kind smile.

Zhe Kexing cleaned up the blood on the road, but the smell of blood on his body was still strong. He Gui sniffed and asked, "Did Mr. Lang take action?"

The young man Lang Jun came to Bianliang partly as a proton and partly to reduce the internal friction within the Fuzhou Army.

As the son of Zhe Jimin, Zhe Kexing could inherit Fuzhou, but he was too young. Fuzhou was an important border area and it was impossible to hand it over to a young man. So Zhe succeeded his ancestor to the throne, and Zhe Ke marched to Beijing.

News that Zhe Kexing was in the capital continued to spread back to Fuzhou. He got acquainted with Shen An, Zhao Zhongzhen and others. He made several successful moves and earned a lot of respect for the Zhe family.

Rumor has it that this husband is ruthless and good at fighting...

But it’s New Year!

Who's fighting on New Year's Day?

"Nothing, I just killed a few people."

Zhe Kexing opened the door and went straight to wash and change clothes.

He Gui was also used to his indifference, so he asked people to light a fire in the kitchen to cook, and asked people to feed the horses.

When Zhe Kexing came out, a large basin of steaming soup cakes was ready.

He got a big bowl and squatted beside it, slurping and eating.

"It would be nice if there was wine."

Along the way, He Gui was blown away by the cold wind and almost left his body. At this moment, he wished he could soak in a wine jar.

The northwest is bitterly cold, so there are very few people who don't know how to drink, and not many who don't like drinking.

"There's some in the woodshed. Bring out some jars."

He Gui immediately said with a smile: "Hurry up and go! But don't drink too much, we will enter the palace later."

The warriors of the northwest are tough and defy secular rules. But this is the capital, and no matter how unruly or unruly your temper is, you have to rein it in.

"It's okay to drink."

Zhe Kexing just said this. After the wine jar was brought, he opened a jar himself and drank the soup cake.

Seeing that he was drinking water, He Gui couldn't help but shook his head slightly.

News about Zhe Kexing kept spreading back, but no one knew about his personal affairs.

In He Gui's opinion, someone who drinks like this is clearly an alcoholic.

Old Zhizhou's son was very powerful. He met Shen An and the current prince and made great contributions to the Zhe family.

But drunkards can’t do that!

Countless examples in history have proven that drunkards only mess up things, and people like Katsuyuki... must find opportunities to persuade them.

He was tired from the journey, and when he got here he felt sore all over, so he raised his glass and took a sip.

puff!

As soon as the drink entered his mouth, He Gui sprayed it with a spicy taste.

The wine sprayed all over the floor. He raised his head and looked at Zhe Kexing who was drinking in shock.

Zhe Kexing frowned at him and took a sip of wine without changing his expression.

"Mr. Lang!"

He Gui was a little flustered, so he walked over regardless of his dignity, picked up the jar of wine from Zhe Kexing, and leaned over to take a sniff.

Same spicy flavor!

"Mr. Lang, your drinking capacity..."

Brother, can we stop drinking?

He Gui was a little panicked. Zhe Kexing glanced at him and then took a sip of wine. "Why did I send a coward like you here this year?"

timid?

He Gui became angry after receiving this comment.

Of course he didn't dare to vent his anger on Zhe Kexing, but he did dare to drink.

Drink it, and then go give gifts tomorrow when you're drunk.

Logically, Zhe Kexing should have brought this gift to him, but He Gui couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart when he saw him drinking strong wine like water, so he came up with such a bitter plan to dissuade him.

It's not a big problem to give gifts one day late, but it's time for Zhe Kexing to wake up, right?

He drank a few sips of wine, burped, and rolled his eyes from the heat.

After taking a few mouthfuls of soup cakes to suppress the alcohol, he started drinking again.

After half a kilo of wine, He Gui's eyes were a little straight.

"Lang Jun... How much did Lang Jun drink?"

The subordinate only dared to drink one cup to relieve his fatigue. Hearing this, he said: "Mr. Lang drank half the jar."

Damn it!

He Gui felt that his life was so miserable that he met an alcoholic man.

Can this drunkard rule Fuzhou City? Can you lead an army in battle?

cannot!

Then Zhe Kexing is considered to be abolished.

He Gui couldn't help but burst into tears when he thought of this, "Old Zhizhou is a good person! What a pity..."

It's a pity that I gave birth to a son who was an alcoholic.

His drunkenness gradually came to his head, and he heard Zhe Kexing say: "Three cars will be sent to one car, and the rest will be given to one car to go to the Shen family. One car will be divided into two halves, half for the Wang family, and half for the Su family."

He Gui, feeling drunk, responded, "Okay."

The men looked at each other, but did not dare to speak.

Later, He Gui finished eating the soup cake and stood up unsteadily, "Let's go and give gifts to the officials."

A sergeant looked at Zhe Kexing with a pleading look on his face, indicating that something might happen if he went this way.

Zhe Kexing clasped the middle and lower part of the bowl with his thumb and middle finger, and clasped the upper edge of the bowl with his index finger. He gently picked up the wine bowl and took a sip, saying, "Just go like this."

He is Zhe Jimin's son. If he had not been young, he would be in charge of the Zhe family and the prefecture at this moment, so what he said carries great weight.

So the sergeants looked at each other in confusion. Someone went to hitch the carriage and went out with a cart full of gifts.

The war horse neighed loudly after getting the best food, and headed towards the imperial city in high spirits.

He Gui rode all the way, and when he arrived outside the imperial city, a convoy of gifts from the Zhong family arrived.

Seeing that He Gui only brought a carriage, the Zhong family couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The leader of the stewards came over, and when He Gui dismounted, he smelled the smell of alcohol, and his smile became more sincere, "This is... only one car?"

"Yes!" He Gui looked at the three carriages behind him. All the alcohol had dissipated, leaving only fear.

In previous years there were three carriages, but this year there was only one carriage. What does this mean?

Gifts to officials are getting less and less, and the number of gifts to officials is more than 60%. Are the Zhe family looking down on me?

Will the officials be angry?

He Gui's drunkenness turned into cold sweat.

He was panicking now!

Lang Jun, you killed someone!

If something went wrong, Zhe Jizu would naturally not blame Zhe Kexing, but would only slap the blame on He Gui.

So while He Gui resented Zhe Kexing, he also hated his drinking ability.

If you drink too little and get into trouble, you can't drink again in the future.

At this moment, He Gui swore in his heart that he would never drink again in this life.

The steward of the Zhong family was laughing, and went straight over and said: "Please go and report it. It is bitterly cold in the northwest, but there are some worthless things. The Zhong family does not dare to keep them privately, but wants to donate them to the official family."

Those things are really not valuable, but they are all specialties of the northwest.

This is the heart.

Someone quickly went to report it, and the rest began to check the things on the cart.

The steward was not worried about this. He walked up to He Gui and said with a smile: "My husband said that the battle between generals is normal, and the real force is on the battlefield. The Zhe family has had many opportunities to kill the enemy, and Qing Qing There was no movement over there in Jiancheng, so the gift this time is not to show off against the Zhe family, but because the Zhong family wants to kill the enemy!"

Giving gifts is a way of showing your attitude: Your Majesty, the Zhong family will only be more loyal than the Zhe family, but I only want the opportunity to kill the enemy!

He Gui also understood at this moment, and his face became paler.

This was a battle of generals, but he made a mistake.

go back?

He looked at the lonely carriage and knew he couldn't go back.

This matter has already been exposed. If you go back and get those two carriages, you will cover it up and commit suicide.

So he could only hold on hard, his heart beating faster and faster.

"Is the Ori family so poor? A carriage came."

"This year is the first year of Zhiping, the first year of the official reign. It cannot be too grand. Is this going to cause trouble for the Zhe family?"

Ridiculing the old rivals is the repertoire of both parties. If the family is unlucky at this moment, He Gui will also make fun of them.

He Gui raised his head numbly and just listened.

"Your family, Zhe Kexing, is prospering in the capital. Why don't you ask him? Is this your own decision? Later, Zhejizu will punish you and tell you to go away and deal with people..."

He Gui lowered his head and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Even Zhong's family members said that Zhe Kexing was doing well in the capital, but they didn't know that he was an alcoholic. One sentence made him make a big mistake.

"It's Chen Douzhi who's here."

Someone shouted low, and everyone quickly stood up and faced Chen Zhongheng who was approaching with a smile.

The steward of the Zhong family smiled very naturally. When Chen Zhongheng came closer, he raised his hands and said, "My husband, Mr. Zhong'e, sent me some specialties from the northwest to celebrate the New Year."

Talking too much may not necessarily impress people, but will make them disgusted.

Chen Zhongheng glanced at the carriages and said calmly: "The officials will be happy."

"The villain is grateful."

The steward took a step back neatly, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net Chen Zhongheng looked to the other side.

"Why...just a carriage?"

His question was calm and not angry, but He Gui was still sweating instantly.

"It's...it's the villain's fault. I forgot that there is..."

"That's all." Chen Zhongheng interrupted him and said, "It's just one car. It just so happens that Zhe Kexing has made a contribution, so it can be considered as compensation..."

What rice?

The manager of the Zhong family said in disbelief: "Is this okay?"

And what credit can make up for this?

This is contempt for officials!

Chen Zhongheng glanced at him, frowned and said, "What are you doing in such a hurry outside the imperial city? Calm down!"

The steward covered his mouth and his intestines turned green with regret.

Chen Zhongheng said to He Gui: "Zhe Kexing has been wronged. The officials had previously said that he should have a good rest for a few days."

He Gui returned to Zhe Kexing's house in a daze and was dumbfounded when he saw that Zhe Kexing was still drinking.

Is this a drunkard or a god of wine?

"how?"

Zhe Kexing put down his wine glass, then stood up and moved his body.

"Chen Zhongheng said your contribution..."

He Gui asked puzzledly: "Why don't the officials take the opportunity to launch an attack?"

"Because this official doesn't like to suppress warriors!"

Zhe Kexing said: "As for merit, I am already a Marquis of Yu at a young age. It would be better to give some clues to the officials."

He Gui was shocked, "Mr. Lang, how did you know this kind of skill?"

Where did Zhe Kexing know these tricks in the past? Isn't this a big change?

Zhe Kexing shook his head and refused to explain, but Shen An appeared in his mind.

Shen An had to break people's legs to offset his excessive meritorious service. This was also a kind of imitation, so that the officials could see the Zhe family know how to advance or retreat.

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