As a salted fish, I was forced to become the teacher of all ages

My boss is full of some rather unrealistic fantasies about himself?

But recalling the few times when he went out to do errands alone, Song Jie always felt that no matter how he explained it, he couldn't clear it up—it was such a coincidence, what could he do?

But anyway, this was the first time that Huamanlou had such expectations for him, and he had to respond, so Song Jie ran to Uncle Huai'an for orders just after he left the capital.

"You said you wanted to sneak into Lanzhou Mansion and take a look first?" Uncle Huai'an pondered for a while, and said, "Well, the situation over there is complicated now, and Xuanwu Guard is also afraid that Lanzhou Thousand Households will be bribed, so you can go and have a look first. .”

Song Jie was overjoyed, but before he could speak, Huang Zichao stared at him: "Uncle, why don't you go down to the government?"

Huang Zichao was so excited that he didn't even think about the reason for not letting Song Jie go, so he opened his mouth - among the group of young soldiers who suddenly emerged, Song Jie put the most pressure on him. After all, this seemingly inconspicuous thing in front of him is It is true that he has accumulated merits to protect thousands of households in Xishan, and Huang Zichao has borrowed the east wind of Huamanlou all the way, so...

"Lord Zhenfu, I said, why are you always competing with me?" Song Jie said with a helpless face, "I just went to find out the news!"

"Is this robbery? Who will be responsible for delaying things?" Huang Zichao said solemnly: "When I was in Beijing, my uncle always said that you are not reliable in your affairs. This time, if you fail, you will be a rebellion. You can't handle it!"

"No, I'm going to find out some news, why can't I grasp it?" Song Jie was even more helpless.

"Uncle said that news is as important as food and grass. What if what you find out is false news?"

"I... am I that unreliable?"

It has to be said that Song Jie and his group have changed from being wary of Huang Zichao at the beginning to running to drink with him from time to time. During this period, many things happened...

In short, Song Jie and the others definitely had nothing to do with reverence in their attitude towards Shangguan.

When the two were arguing, Uncle Huai An rubbed his aching head and said, "Okay, don't quarrel."

The two immediately closed their mouths. Uncle Huai'an looked left and right, and finally said: "Why don't you two go together?"

"This……"

"Uncle, Huang Zhenfu wants to lead the army..."

Uncle Huai'an directly ordered: "Okay, let's do it like this. You start early tomorrow morning, and if there is any news, send someone to Fengxiang Mansion."

"Uh, yes."

……

With the consent of the old man, Huang Zichao and Song Jie took a dozen people dressed as merchants and rushed to Lanzhou Prefecture non-stop the next morning, and did not slow down until they were about to enter the country.

"Huang Zhenfu, should we act separately or together?" Song Jie asked Huang Zichao ghostly.

Huang Zichao was stunned: "Why, do you have other ideas? We are here to inquire about news, not to play..."

"I know, I know!" Song Jie quickly raised his hand: "Isn't it because our team is a bit conspicuous, that's why I suggested that?"

"We people..." Huang Zichao looked around: "Aren't we all dressed as merchants, where is it conspicuous?"

Song Jie was speechless: "No, when have you ever seen a merchant who doesn't even bring it? And have you ever seen a caravan with such an average age?"

Huang Zichao felt that it was a bit too much: a group of people dressed professionally, there were merchants, housekeepers, handymen, and grooms, but at a glance, they all had young faces, except that Huang Zichao was too old. kind of caravan...

Unheard of.

It's okay if you don't pay attention to it, but if someone really takes a look at it, everyone will know that there is something wrong with them.

Huang Zichao blushed, "Then what do you say?"

Song Jie sighed again, waved his hands and called the confidantes he brought, and said, "Go, put on our outfits!"

These people answered and quickly went back to change their clothes and make up their appearances. When they reappeared, Huang Zichao instantly discovered the gap between himself: Some of these people were playing beggars, and some were shop assistants. Yes, there are those who pretend to be rogues, and even one who pretends to be a scholar...

Of course, the important thing is not what to do, but that the level of dressing is realistic and no flaws can be seen: the beggar is holding a stick of black hair oil in his hand, and he is wearing a tattered suit that cannot see the original shape and material. The clothes smelled rancid when he walked up to him, and I don't know where he got this outfit; the one who pretended to be a scholar looked like a scholar, but suddenly he had a righteous face, and he was holding a folding fan in the cold weather. , even with a single mouth, the person is also in the fog...

The most outstanding one is the one who plays the ruffian, he is very professionally dressed, even his facial expression has become fierce, he looks like a bird that doesn't please anyone, and he stands there crookedly and starts Shaking his legs, he looked quite unbearable.

"Here, in the words of my uncle, are you professional?" Song Jie pointed to his brothers and looked at Huang Zichao with a smile.

Huang Zichao was silent for a while: "Then, in your opinion, what should I look like?"

"Oh... I knew you would always ask that question!" Song Jie sighed, looked Huang Zichao up and down and said, "To be honest, Mr. Zhenfu, you really don't look like anything, because you have been a soldier so much Nian, you look like a military officer in every move, how can you pretend to be a military officer? Is it cold?"

Huang Zichao was silent for a while: "So, you didn't want me to come because you were afraid that I would reveal my secrets?"

Song Jie coughed dryly: "Uh... that's not true. The main reason is that you are an upright person, but I do things... Well, I'm too much influenced by my uncle, so I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it..."

"Okay, tell me what you want to do, I won't interfere this time, you give the order."

Song Jie was suddenly happy: "Is this true?"

537. Do you have any other pursuits besides eating?

Huang Zichao is a serious person, so what he said must be taken seriously, so...

A beggar is freshly baked.

Song Jie set up this beggar as follows: He used to be an officer of a hundred households in a guard station in Ningbo, and his leg was broken when he was fighting against the Japanese with the navy. At this time, it happened that the imperial court was reorganizing, so he asked for a severance pay and left. In the southeast, I came to Lanzhou to join a relative.But on the way to Lanzhou Prefecture, a thief lost everything, and after all the hard work, he couldn't find the relative, so he could only beg along the street while inquiring about the relative's whereabouts.

"Aren't you kidding me?" Huang Zichao looked at the stinky clothes that Song Jie handed over with a smile on his face, his head grew big.

Song Jie sighed and said, "Believe me, this is a character tailored for you, and it will definitely not attract suspicion. By the way, don't forget to tie a belt on your leg or something, and always pay attention to your lameness. People call him the Yellow Cripple..."

Huang Zichao said angrily, "You're the lame!"

He was angry, but Huang Zichao took the clothes and put them on—although the cripple sounds ugly, he really didn't have any trouble playing this role.

Huang Zichao is fine, so everyone else is fine. From Huang Zichao onwards, a group of people changed their costumes according to Song Jie's design, and entered Lanzhou Mansion in batches, intending to find out about King Yiduan's truth.

"Boss Song, what should we do?"

Seeing that the fools brought by Huang Zichao had all set off, the members of Song Jie's team gathered together again.

Song Jie smiled sinisterly: "Hey, find a way to sneak into the palace!"

"Infiltrated into the palace?"

Now even the members of Song Jie's team were taken aback by his daring and reckless behavior. After a while, someone said: "Boss, why are you messing around?"

"Tsk, there is always time for him to recruit people for such a big palace, right?" Song Jie said impatiently, "Even if he doesn't recruit people, there is always an opportunity to take advantage of. Anyway, let's inquire about the situation of the palace first!"

"Then... what if we can get in?"

Song Jie blinked: "That's not easy? Let you have all the Purdue you bring?"

"Well, I brought two of them."

Song Jie waved his hands, his expression was like that of Hua Manlou: "Just take it with you, and when you see that shit prince, can you take it away?"

"Hey... Boss, isn't this a bit hasty?"

"Sloppy bastard!" Song Jie said contemptuously: "Just run away while it's in the chaos, and don't forget to call yourself a member of the White Lotus Sect, remember the incisions?"

"I remember it..."

"That's all right? Go, let's go!"

That's right, Song Jie's preliminary plan this time is to directly take Yiduan Wangdu. In this way, he has great ambitions, and he has made hundreds of backhand layouts, but he still plans to pour dirty water To Bailian to teach...

Bai Lianjiao wept and fainted in the hut.

……

"My lord, that kid Song Jie isn't playing tricks on us, is he? He's just a beggar, where can we find news about him?"

The young man who also played the role of a beggar frowned, and wrapped his ragged jacket a little tighter—it was almost winter, and the weather was getting colder, but the ragged jacket had air leaks everywhere and a foul smell, which made the daily life The soldiers of the Xishan Guard, who were extremely careful about cleanliness, couldn't bear it.

Huang Zichao couldn't bear it, but after all, the task was above all else, so he could bear it.

Hearing the complaints from his subordinates, Huang Zichao glared at him and said, "Don't talk nonsense! My uncle said before leaving that although Song Jie doesn't look very reliable, he can often bring surprises. There must be a reason for doing it..."

"But this is too much, isn't it?" The young man cried and said, "It doesn't matter if you bid, but he actually asked adults to beg for food in the way of beggars. If it spreads, wouldn't it be embarrassing?"

Huang Zichao ignored this, and asked instead: "You are at the same time as Song Jie, and he is already a thousand households now, but you just became the general banner, do you know why?"

"Uh……"

Huang Zichao continued: "Others said that he took advantage of Uncle's favor, and some said that he had a good life, and he was promoted quickly because he happened to be Uncle's personal soldier, but you were also Uncle's personal soldier back then, why didn't you Can he be valued by uncle like him?"

"This... the bidding may be due to poor qualifications and a not so clear mind..."

"It's good to know." Huang Zichao patted him on the shoulder and said: "Uncle said this before: People who are not smart should not try to understand the thoughts of smart people. They are not on the same level. Be obedient. So, have you realized it?"

"Uh, I got it."

"It's good if you understand." Huang Zichao looked at the gate of Lanzhou Prefecture in the distance, and said softly, "I'm entering the city right now, don't talk nonsense, and act carefully after entering the city, pretending to be decent!"

"okay."

One of the two was limping, the other pretended to be a mentally handicapped man with dull eyes, and staggered towards the city with each other's support.

"How do we enter the city?" The young soldier asked Huang Zichao in a low voice with his eyes glazed over, "It looks like someone is guarding the door!"

Huang Zichao was very calm: "Go and see if they will stop us."

After a while.

"Master Jun, I'm really from the southeast! It's true. After beating Japanese pirates and hurting my leg, I had to be dismissed. I asked for money and planned to go to relatives in Lanzhou Prefecture, but was stolen on the way... Hey, don't push it!"

"No! Who will come to Lanzhou Mansion as a spy?"

"I picked up this child on the road, and I think he is pitiful... I really met him on the road, and he is also a degenerate person... Hey, how can you bully a child who doesn't understand anything? You... How do you fight him?" What about you!"

Huang Zichao never imagined that he would be beaten by a soldier guarding the city gate one day—everything from a fourth-rank military officer being beaten by a soldier...

Does Dali Temple care?

Xu Shi saw that the two had a good attitude if they fought back, so the guard guard let the two unlucky guys go cursingly, and let them enter the city.

The young soldier was trembling with anger: "My lord, can you bear this?"

"So, you are still not good enough." Huang Zichao's brows were extremely solemn: "Can you see anything from this?"

"Ah I……"

"Alas..." Huang Zichao sighed: "The soldiers at the gate said that we may be doing a secret job, so we have to check carefully, right?"

"Uh... isn't it? Isn't it their intention to find fault?"

"This can only show that the people in Lanzhou Mansion have already been bribed by King Yiduan..." Huang Zichao had a headache, regretting that he had chosen such a Tie Hanhan to act with him.

The young soldier scratched his head and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out what the connection was, and said, "My lord, in short, we are entering the city. It doesn't matter if a dog is tied at the door. The problem now is, what about our dinner?" manage?"

"...Do you have anything else to pursue besides eating?"

"Where do you sleep that night?"

"..."

538. Abnormal Palace

Huang Zichao is a serious person, so... (Isn't this the beginning of the last chapter?)

So he felt that since he wanted to act as a beggar, he had to live like a beggar before he could complete the task.

Ever since, he really went to be a beggar to beg for food.

But the reality tells him that beggars are not important, and the way of living is not important, and the final task seems not so important, the important thing is: to live.

To be honest, Huang Zichao has never suffered so much since he grew up - he became the general manager of the Shenji camp at a young age, and he actually relied on his father's shadow. After his father died, the court gave him such a position with preferential treatment coming.

In other words, he is considered a son of an official.

Therefore, he can endure sleeping in the City God's Temple, and can swallow leftovers when he is extremely hungry. He barely suppressed his anger every time.

What made him even angrier was that the fool he brought with him kept his blood pressure from rising all the time.

"My lord, Zhou Yuan outside the city is serving porridge, shall we go?"

"My lord, if you go late, there will be no more..."

"My lord, I heard that there are white steamed buns..."

"Eat and eat, you know how to eat!" Huang Zichao was furious: "Don't forget, we have a mission here, can we think about the mission first? I'll let you eat as much as you want when you go back!"

That Hanhan scratched his head, with a bitter expression on his face: "But my lord, if we don't eat, we don't have the strength to inquire about the news, do we?"

"..."

Huang Zichao was momentarily at a loss for words.