Yang Mosheng was true to his word, and by noon the next day, he arrived as expected, holding a thick stack of poems in his hand, which should be dedicated to Lin Sheng.
Two elaborate works, how are they meant for me? That’s all, I’ll just be an idiot audience member.
As usual, I picked up the leftover tofu and handed it over to the county government servant at the gate of the county government office. As expected, Lin Sheng was also there. They greeted each other and sat in the tent together.
"Good poetry, great!" Lin Sheng looked at Yang Mosheng's pen and ink and praised repeatedly: "It's a pity that such literary talent fails to succeed after repeated attempts."
"Thank you very much for the compliment, Mr. Lin. Yang is not talented. He has always wanted to serve the people and the Tang Dynasty. Unfortunately, he has not been able to do so. If Mr. Lin can give me a chance, Yang will definitely tie a grass ring to repay the Lord.
Book the kindness of knowing and encountering someone."
"Ouch, ouch, get up, get up, Lin deserves such a great gift." Lin Sheng helped Yang Mosheng up, who was kneeling to thank him: "I will keep these poem manuscripts first, and see if I can find one."
The appropriate opportunity is dedicated to the imperial envoy. Hey, the imperial envoy is ill, and I am afraid he is not in the mood to watch these days. In this way, I will present it to you when I go to visit the doctor with County Magistrate Xu later. As for whether the imperial envoy will take a fancy to you.
, then I can’t guarantee it.”
"That's enough. Thank you, Chief Registrar. Thank you very much!" Yang Mosheng was very excited.
I silently watched the two perform, secretly pinching my thighs hard, almost causing internal injuries from laughing.
"Master, all the tofu has been distributed," a government official reported.
"Okay. Go down."
"Then... Chief Secretary, we won't bother you." Yang Mosheng clasped his hands deeply again.
"I'll take my leave soon." I also said goodbye quickly.
"That's great, Brother Li, thank you." Yang Mosheng thanked me again.
I was finally able to laugh out loud: "It's okay, it's okay, I didn't help much."
I don't know what their plans are, so I'll just have to wait and see.
…
A few snows have fallen, and the New Year is getting closer and closer. As usual, after a busy year, I have to rest for ten days and a half. But this year, I don’t know if I can rest peacefully. After all, I am still a secret agent and go to the Jianghu every day.
Stay in the inn for half a day and then go to the county government office. You will gain something more or less.
"Jianghu, how many days are you going to take off for the Chinese New Year?" Uncle Fu asked.
I hesitated for a moment: "Every year, grandma takes a break from childhood, but I think the weather is good these days and I want to do it for a few more days."
"Okay. If you are young, you should work harder to make money." Uncle Fu nodded and looked at the account book again.
"Good news, good news!" Liu Jiabao ran into the inn and shouted.
Sun Chenxian came out and said, "Look at how happy you are, what happened?"
"We won the battle!" Liu Jiabao said excitedly.
"Victory?"
"Where's the war?"
"I didn't even hear any movement."
The living room was packed today, and everyone was confused after hearing Liu Jiabao's words.
"One of my brothers just sent me a letter, saying that early this morning, there were Tibetan thieves harassing the people in the west of Yongqing County, and they were quickly wiped out by our troops." Liu Jiabao raised his hand and slapped the table with his palm.
"Are you telling a story? Or are you telling the truth?" Old Man Fang tremblingly poked his head out of the backyard and asked.
"Oh, Lao Fang, why are you here to join in the fun again?" Uncle Fu shouted at him.
Old man Fang looked at the table in front of me, covered his mouth and coughed twice: "I haven't spoken for more than a month. I'm much better today. Let me tell you a story."
Uncle Fu stopped him: "Go, let's rest in the back. Just as he regained his composure, he started messing around again. Chen Xian, help him back."
"Hey, old man Fang, let's go back to the room and recover first. Don't worry." Sun Chenxian advised.
"I... I can't live and eat for free all day long. If I tell a few stories, maybe the guests will like it and come back for dinner next time..." Old man Fang muttered, but still followed Sun Chenxian away.
.
"Jianghu, it's okay, you continue to sell your tofu here. I'll wait until he gets better with Lao Fang's body," Fu Bo comforted me.
I was still a little guilty that I had occupied Old Man Fang's position, but I felt relieved after hearing what Uncle Fu said. I heard from Ah Wu that Old Man Fang likes to get sick every winter, and now that he has no place to read, he just needs some extra rest.
Day. When the weather gets warmer after the new year, I will still go to the door. Hey, it would be great if I could have my own shop.
"Okay, listen to me today!" Liu Jiabao saw that Old Man Fang was gone. He ran to the counter in front of Uncle Fu, took the inkstone and slapped it on the table. Then he cleared his throat and said, "By the way, this morning, the sky
Before dawn, a group of Tubo thieves secretly invaded our Yongqing territory..."
"How many people are coming together?" someone asked.
"Twenty people." Liu Jiabao frowned: "I will talk about it. Listen to the story and don't interrupt."
"Hahahaha..." All the diners in the hall laughed.
"Ahem, these twenty men were so cunning that they hadn't figured out their direction. Suddenly, a hundred men silently surrounded them. They raised their knives and swiped them, killing all the enemy soldiers in less than a quarter of an hour.
Not a scrap of armor is left." Liu Jiabao gestured with his palm as a knife.
"A hundred men? Where did they come from?"
"Drilled out of the soil?"
"Yes, yes, hearing you say that, it seems like you are just waiting for those Tubo people."
Everyone started talking again.
Liu Jiabao smiled proudly: "You don't know this, right? Our imperial envoy has already sent a hundred elite spies to sneak into the interior of Tubo. Of course, if anything happens, it will not escape their eyes. So this
Well, long before the Tibetans moved out, a spy informed Magistrate Lu of Yongqing County to take precautions.
Those 100 men are not soldiers, they are all strong men recruited by the Lu County Magistrate. They usually grow crops and do business. At the given order, they can immediately pick up the sword to kill the enemy!"
"Awesome! If there are thieves breaking into Xiangzhou City, I can kill a few of them with my hoe hand!" A man eating noodles was greatly encouraged.
"Okay, we will also go to Magistrate Xu to sign up later." A person next to him also agreed.
Liu Jiabao smiled at them and patted the inkstone again: "I heard that in Yongqing County and Baokang County, a lot of militiamen like this have been recruited. They usually take time to train them, and they can show their full potential at critical moments.
used.
My senior brother is Dongfang Hong, the owner of Shenlong Villa. He and Linghu County Lieutenant have already gone to guard the western suburbs of Yongqing with five thousand soldiers and horses. If there are still some unruly people in Tubo who dare to act arrogantly, I'm afraid they have to be careful
Let’s have a fight with them.”
"Just do it, whoever is afraid of you!"
"That's right! If they really break through Yongqing and Baokang counties, I will wait outside our west city!"
"That's right. I don't believe it. All of us put together are still afraid of these little thieves!"
"That's good. Maybe if we kill the thief and make a contribution, we can become an official."
Everyone shouted together, and everyone looked brave and invincible.
I looked at the two people who were shouting the loudest, and I was a little doubtful. These two people couldn't be spies from another team. They deliberately sang along with Liu Jiabao, so that the people would feel that we are in Xiangzhou.
Unity and determination.
"Don't worry, everyone. I think we can't fight this battle. They got off to a bad start this time, so how could they act rashly again?" Uncle Fu stroked his beard, his fat face looking extremely calm.
"That makes sense. I hope both sides can just keep it that way and fight over what will happen? I still hope to live in peace for a few more years."
"Yes, I hope the world can be peaceful." One person drank the noodle soup and wiped his mouth with satisfaction.
"Hahahaha, Uncle Fu, bring me a roast chicken." Song Erlang's voice sounded, and he also entered the inn, holding an old man who was about the same age as Uncle Fang in his hand.
"Okay, here's a roast chicken. Guests, please come in." Uncle Fu shouted to the kitchen and went to greet him. When he saw the people at the table eating noodles standing up, he quickly called Ah Wu to clean the table.
Song Erlang threw a money bag on the table, winked at me, and shook his head very proudly.
The old man next to me touched his gray beard and pointed at me: "Son, go buy me a bowl of tofu pudding!"
Song Erlang glared at him and pulled his hair off: "You've gone too far!"
I was stunned for a moment, and then I saw clearly that it was a wig. When he laughed and pulled off his beard, I realized it was Su Xiaolu.
Su Xiaolu gave himself a slap with a playful smile: "Oh, it's over already? Sorry, sorry, hahahaha."
Seeing that everyone was looking at Song Erlang and Su Xiaolu, Liu Jiabao looked unhappy and said, "I'm telling them a story, can you be quiet?"
Su Xiaolu looked at Liu Jiabao with a stern look: "What's so great about telling stories? Who doesn't know how to tell stories?"
"I'm telling the story of the imperial envoy." Liu Jiabao clasped his hands in the sky, showing great respect.
Su Xiaolu smiled and said: "Who doesn't know the story of the imperial envoy? Just now, the imperial envoy helped Magistrate Xu try two major cases."
"What big case?"
"Someone reported that there was an old man who was fishing and had bad eyesight. He caught a carp but did not release it, and made fish soup." Su Xiaolu said.
"Ah? You ate carp? You're going to get slapped with that."
I was also worried about the unlucky old man. My surname was Li, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty. "Li" and "carp" are homophonic. To avoid taboos, there was a law that stipulated that all carp caught must be released immediately. Otherwise, those who eat it privately will be severely punished.
Top ten boards.
Ah Wu brought the roasted chicken: "Then how did County Magistrate Xu decide?"
Su Xiaolu pulled a chicken drumstick: "Magistrate Xu is just because it's so rare. According to the law, the old man still has to lose half his life? But if he doesn't, so many people are watching. In the end, the imperial envoy has a way...
"
Liu Jiabao stepped forward and saw Su Xiaolu suddenly stopped talking and gnawed on the chicken leg. He suddenly became anxious and said, "What's wrong with the imperial envoy? Tell me!"
"Yes, yes, please stop tempting us!"
I also looked at him attentively, looking forward to the answer.
