"I just closed the back door and opened the front courtyard; I welcome officials and guests, and I am a humble postmaster." A tall and handsome man shook his head and laughed at himself, stretched himself in the morning light, and then shouted into the room: "Everyone is getting up.
A bunch of lazy pigs.”
This person is Wan Lei, the current postmaster of Changping Post. The so-called postmaster is the glorious director of the guest house, in charge of the guard of honor, carriages and horses, and greetings and farewells in the post. To put it simply, he is better than the ninth-grade sesame official.
When I was still young, I could be described as being bullied by officials.
The Changping Post under his control was affiliated to Shuntian Prefecture. It was located thirty miles outside Shuntian City, where the north and the south met. All the officials who came from the south and the north had fought here. They greeted officials and guests all day long, and had to nod and bow to everyone they saw.
Smiling face, my face feels cramped at the end of the day.
"Sir, why are you calling the boys up so early? No one will pass by today." A sleepy-eyed postman staggered out. At this time, the weather was getting colder, and the number of official, merchant and passenger trips was decreasing day by day.
"What bullshit, Sir, are you calling me Boss?" Wan Lei got angry and kicked the dream-walking god. When you become such a postmaster who is younger than Bima Wen, any official who comes to you is older than him, so you can call him Sir.
It's really too much praise for him. It's no different from calling him a bastard in a roundabout way.
In fact, Wan Lei has never been able to let go. It was he who killed King Zhu Di of Yan with one shot, leaving the Yan army leaderless and disintegrating. The imperial army was able to quickly put down the rebellion. If he really wanted to reward according to his merits, even if he couldn't
If you get a title, you can at least become a military attaché or something like a general.
Although Wan Lei didn't study history, he had heard a little about Emperor Jianwen's deeds. In order not to bear the reputation of killing his uncle, this guy actually ordered the soldiers not to hurt the rebel king Zhu Di. Naturally, the soldiers did not dare to fight when they went into battle, so they were often defeated.
. This quarrel lasted for several years, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians died. In the end, not only did they lose the throne, but many ministers were also implicated in the nine tribes and ten tribes. It was very sad.
"If it hadn't been for that shot in my head, you would have been a 'blind streamer' from now on, even if you didn't get an official title. It's really unreasonable to bring me to this hellish place to suffer the consequences!" Wan Lei was mentally disturbed!
He kept scolding, but what could he do if he was not convinced? The emperor was just unreasonable, so how could he raise an army to rebel and try to deal with it? He also had to have soldiers.
I can only blame myself for being born at the wrong time to find such an emperor who does not know the difference between right and wrong.
With strong reluctance, Wan Lei still obediently went to work in Changpingyi. Although Yicheng was a low-ranking official, he was still a civil servant and received a national salary, although it was not much. He earned more than ten shilumi per year.
There are also three postmen under his command, the cook Liu Dazui is in charge of cooking, the groom Ma Liubao is in charge of horses, and there is also Zhao Quanzhong, who is responsible for running errands and doing odd jobs and working as a stallholder in nearby villages.
It is said that the county magistrate is not as good as the current manager, and it is said that being a postmaster should be very lucrative. After all, the posthouse is also an official guest house. If the officials above do not receive it well, the local officials will suffer in the end, so the government allocates a lot of "three official" funds every year
, in short, no matter how poor you are, you can’t be poor at the inn.
In addition, the post office does not only rely on public funds for meals. It also has many preferential policies, especially sharing. If an official comes from above, the postmaster will definitely not have to pay for meals out of his own pocket, so he will share it with the common people. If your family has money, you can pay for it.
, If you have something, give it. It doesn't matter if you don't have money or property. As long as you are a person, you have a use. Be it porters or bearers, these are the obligations that ordinary people should fulfill.
Wan Lei has been in charge of Changping Station for a month, and he has a clear understanding of all the businesses and various ways to make money. However, the Shuntian Mansion area has just experienced the "baptism" of war, and the people nearby are impoverished.
Not much oil and water can be squeezed out. What's even worse is that the inn is in disrepair for a long time and is seriously damaged. It is a complete mess.
After a month of tinkering, Changping Station finally looks good. It is a large courtyard, with three entrances and three rooms, and a total of more than a dozen rooms in the main room and side wings. Even if there is a peak in official flow, it can still be used.
It was easy to settle in. There was also a stable surrounding the outside, with more than a dozen military horses circled in it for the businessmen passing by to deliver urgent military reports.
"Boss, we finally have some free time. Let's sleep a little longer." Ma Liubao squinted his eyes and came out of the room feebly. These days, he has been busy welcoming officials and guests, and repairing walls and tiles.
So exhausted.
"Still sleeping? The sun is shining on your butt! Go wash your face and wake up. After breakfast, go clean the well in the backyard. If you can't dig out water today, don't even think about calling it a day and eating." There was a well in the inn.
The well was blocked by a pile of rocks for some reason. Wan Lei wanted to clear it out so that he could get water nearby.
The dog-legger Zhao Quanzhong also came out yawning. After hearing what Boss Wan said, his sleepiness disappeared and he hurriedly said: "Boss, the well will not be filled in for no reason. Maybe it is a ghost well that has killed people. Let's not do it."
Let's get rid of this bad luck, so as not to be haunted at night."
"If you are told to dig, just do it. Don't be wordy. If you don't do anything wrong, why are you afraid that ghosts will come to your door? Are you so guilty? Did you peek at a widow taking a bath?" Wan Lei glared at the tall man in annoyance.
One look at the guy with scarred eyes. I heard that this guy didn't learn well since he was a child. When he was a child, he bent down next to the fire shop and peeked at the bottom of a girl's skirt. He couldn't sit still and bumped into the fire shop. He got a big scar from the burn.
I got a bad nickname.
After his boss exposed his dirty deeds, Zhao Quanzhong laughed in embarrassment and went to wash his face, eat and get ready to go to work. Not to mention, there is a shortage of everything around here, except for widows. Due to the years of war, all the strong men have been pulled to fill the gap.
In the ravine, there are left a bunch of orphans, widows, old, weak, sick and disabled, and there are no strong men to pull them, so they have to do the menial work of building houses and digging wells by themselves.
Wan Lei was not just a man who just said nothing but practiced. After a few bowls of porridge, he took his men and various tools to dig out the well. As a chemical engineer, Wan Lei was also good at drilling holes.
After all, his major was to drill wells to produce oil. Although he didn't have a drilling rig on hand, what he had to dig now was a shallow water well instead of a deep oil well, so he could make it work by using local methods.
On a wooden pulley frame, Wan Lei took the lead to go down into the well and used a small hoe to dig out the stones, bricks and other debris filled in the well onto the wooden barrel, and then asked the people above to shake the barrel up. The efficiency was very low.
, and it made me miserable, and I was as embarrassed as I wanted. But when I thought that I might have to stay in this inn for the rest of my life, I had to endure it no matter how hard and tired I was. After all, this was building a beautiful home for myself.
As the saying goes, take care of things as they come. As a new good young man in the 21st century, you can't live a wonderful life in ancient times, but you must live a fulfilling life. Since the road to becoming a general or a prime minister is temporarily unclear, then keep your feet on the ground and live your own small life.
First.
The four people took turns digging into the well, and it was not too tiring to work together. By noon, the depth of about ten meters was finally cleared, but no spring water was seen yet. It seemed that the well might be an abandoned well that did not produce water.
Just as Wan Lei was considering whether to dig deeper, a "sizzling" sound suddenly came from the well, and then he smelled a pungent smell.
There was a familiar smell, but Wan Lei couldn't remember what it was for a while.
"Who, whoever farts doesn't say a word in advance, it stinks to death." Zhao Quanzhong, who was also at the well, pinched his nose, pointed at the groom Ma Liubao and said, "Is it because you farted?"
"No, the smell came from below the well. It must have been Liu Dazui's fart. Only he can be so 'magnificent'." Ma Liubao said hurriedly. Liu Dazui, the cook, never trimmed his appearance and had a greasy sweat streak.
The scarf is always tied around his neck, which makes him look sloppy, and everyone always likes to make fun of him.
"Ah, no, it smells like corpse stench. Is there really a dead ghost down there? Boss, let's not dig. If we disturb the dead souls who fell into the well, our station will not be able to live in peace." Zhao Quanzhong
He shrugged his nose and said in shock.
"Corpse smell?!" After hearing Zhao Quanzhong's reminder, Wan Lei finally remembered what it smelled like, and hurriedly said to Liu Dazui, who was still in the well: "Quickly, come up quickly." While shouting, he was still fighting for his life.
The ground is shaking the windlass, trying to lift the person up quickly.
As soon as Liu Dazui was hoisted up a few meters, Wan Lei felt the ground shaking slightly. Then he heard a muffled sound, and a stream of black water from the bottom of the well jumped up like a fountain, pushing down the man who was pressed at the bottom of the well.
The rubble and broken tiles rushed out of the well mouth nearly one meter high, and directly knocked the windlass aside.
"Blowout!" Wan Lei shouted, but Zhao Quanzhong and Ma Liubao at the well were caught off guard and were turned into clay figures by the black mud. Their faces were so black that they couldn't even open their eyes, but their ears
Hearing them, Boss Wan shouted: "Come here and help, pull the big mouth up."
It turned out that Liu Dazui was first thrown a few meters by the black water during the blowout, but after the windlass was overturned, he suddenly fell down the well. Fortunately, Wan Lei's quick eyes and hands quickly grabbed the well rope, and he did not fall to the bottom of the well.
.However, this guy not only has a big mouth and can eat, he is also relatively fat. Wan Lei's hands are almost worn out by holding this guy who is like a rice bucket alone.
Although they still couldn't open their eyes, it was important to save people. Zhao Quanzhong and Ma Liubao touched the well rope one after another, and then worked together to pull up Liu Dazui, who was stuck in the well, little by little. At this time, gushing out
The black water in the backyard has turned the backyard into a big puddle. The knee-deep black water overflowed the edge of the well, and was sprayed up to a height of about one meter. Wan Lei and others beside the well had already been doused.
Became a drowned rat.
After finally "fishing" out Liu Dazui who was stuck in the well, Wan Lei and Zhao Quanzhong hurriedly got him under the eaves where the "black water" had not yet been soaked. Fortunately, the guy was only temporarily knocked out by fright.
, was not drowned, Wan Lei let out a long breath.
"Boss, what the hell is this dirty water? It's black and smelly, and you can't even wipe it off." Ma Liubao rubbed his hands vigorously and spit out the muddy water that was sprayed into his mouth, and asked angrily.
"Boss, I said this well is unlucky. It turned out that it was sealed because it broke the dragon's veins. Let's fill it up quickly, otherwise the feng shui will be ruined and our station will suffer." Zhao Quanzhong is a pervert.
The courageless guy has engaged in feudal superstition at this time.
"Ahem, what dug the dragon's veins? It's like digging the dragon prince's ass. Otherwise, why would it spew out stinking smell and black smelly water? If this well is not blocked, how can people live in it in the future?"
At that time, Liu Dazui also woke up and said angrily.
"Seal the backyard first. No one can enter without my approval." Wan Lei said this and left in a hurry.