Bi Songhai, who had changed into a loose satin suit, was sitting at the lobby table. There were some oil lamps placed in the four corners of the room, illuminating the whole room in daylight.
He held a book in his hand and read it attentively.
If this was left outside and those on duty saw it, they would definitely say: "Thank you for your hard work, Sir."
In fact, the book he was looking at was a gift card for his birthday.
As the director of the Military and Horse Department, he is in charge of hundreds of soldiers and horses, and he is the well-deserved second-in-command in this area.
This kind of power cannot be put on the stage in a big place like the state capital, but if it is placed in a small place, it will be a local bully.
Not only the squires and wealthy businessmen were very fawning over him, but even the people above him wanted to treat him a little less favorably.
"Master Wang, fifty taels of gold."
"Besides Mr. Liu, there is a coral emerald tree."
"Hongshan Restaurant, a century-old ginseng tree."
"..."
There were so many people giving gifts that it dazzled this middle-aged man in his late fifties.
After serving in Weizhou for more than 20 years, he received numerous congratulatory gifts, but few of them truly reached his heart.
Bi Songhai felt a little bored and flipped through it casually, his eyes stopping at the top of the page.
"Yusi Pavilion sent Wang Xiuzhi to the palace."
Speaking of Wang Xiuzhi, Bi Songhai's Adam's apple couldn't help but roll.
That's a famous Qing Guerr in the county!
He is both talented and beautiful, and has a graceful figure, especially the tall mountain peaks that are difficult to grasp with both hands. I am afraid that the person sitting on the high seat of the Jinling Palace could not help but swallow his saliva when he saw it.
He stretched out his hand to stroke the beard on his chin and narrowed his eyes involuntarily.
Speaking of women, that boy from Sunzhuang knew what he was thinking. All the charming girls sent to his home had deep ditches. He lit candles at night, and dimly grabbed a handful under the dim candlelight, which was better than drinking wine.
Easier to get intoxicated.
I wonder what kind of woman Sun Zhuang will send to his house this time, and whether the palms of his hands can bear the weight of the steamed buns.
When Bi Songhai thought that a new woman would enter the house on his birthday, his eyes couldn't help but turn red, and he wished that his birthday would be tomorrow.
At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door.
"Sir, someone asks to see you."
"Who?" Bi Songhai closed the book in his hand and asked after hearing this.
"Looks like he has some Confucianism and is a scholar."
"Scholar? What's wrong with him?"
"They say they have a lawsuit to hand over, and it's about the bandits in Meishan."
Bi Songhai stood up suddenly, opened the door, and said to the boy outside the room: "Ask him to wait for me outside the court."
The guard outside the door got the order and hurriedly disappeared at the end of the corridor.
Bi Songhai stood in front of the threshold, his eyes flashing brightly.
If he remembered correctly, Sunzhuang, under his instruction, sold some horses and armor to those Jianghu people.
At this time, the young man came over to hand over the complaint. Could it be that the armor selling business was exposed?
The Rouge Kingdom has strict supervision over armors. If this matter is exposed, he will not be able to chop off even Bi Songhai's ten heads.
With a little uneasiness in his heart, Bi Songhai came to the vestibule and saw a young man wearing a Confucian shirt in the distance.
"I am Bi Songhai, what kind of petition are you here to hand me?" Bi Songhai walked over and saw the young man bowing his hands and bowing, he nodded.
The young man straightened his body, holding a long brocade box in his hand, and replied neither humble nor overbearing: "My dear, Mei Changyan, I am a scholar who inherited the fame of my father's generation. I found Mr. Bi today because I want to hand over a certificate and want Mr. Bi to send some official missions."
Go and suppress the bandits in Meishan."
Bi Songhai did not accept the brocade box, "You should send this petition to the county government. Without the county magistrate's signature, the soldiers of the Military and Horse Division will not be able to leave the city."
Mei Changyan pushed his hand and said: "Who in this world doesn't know that Mr. Bi's handwriting is more useful than the county magistrate's seals. No, it happened that the county magistrate was not here, so the officer over there asked me to find Mr. Bi.
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Bi Songhai's eyes narrowed when he heard Mei Changyan's words.
stand up.
This scholar, who came from a scholarly background, speaks well.
"This officer is aware of this matter." Bi Songhai put his hands behind his back, "When the county magistrate comes back from the state capital, I will immediately submit a letter to ask for an order. The bandits in Meishan will be suppressed."
Mei Changyan was overjoyed and said, "I know Lord Bi is a good official who benefits the people. I'm waiting for good news about Lord Bi."
"But." Mei Changyan changed the topic, passed the brocade box in his hand forward, and said with worry: "Master Bi, do you want to take a look at the petition first?"
Bi Songhai focused his eyes on the brocade box, smiled and patted Mei Changyan on the shoulder.
This young guy is not old, but he is quite decent.
"Come to the room with me to talk."
After walking through the corridor, the two of them came to the back room together.
There is a wooden bed and a table in the room, with several awls hanging on the shelves on the table.
Mei Changyan looked around and couldn't help but smile in his heart.
If I hadn't learned the details of Mr. Bi from the bandits, I would have thought he was a poor and good official based on his circumstances.
Putting the brocade box on the table, Mei Changyan took a step back and made an invitation gesture: "Master Bi, the memorandum I wrote is in the box. Please take a look."
Bi Songhai smiled and knocked on the table, saying, "You are very sensible."
As he spoke, he glanced at the brocade box.
This brocade box is not big, and it is not heavy in the hand. It should be the calligraphy and painting of some famous artists.
Bi Songhai was born as a half-warrior, and he didn't like these refined things at first, but as he got older, he started to like these elegant things.
He stretched out his finger, slowly opened a gap, and said slightly expectantly: "But Wang Shaoyi, Mr. Wang's handwriting?"
Mei Changyan chuckled softly and put his palm on the brocade box: "Master Bi will know it at a glance."
Bi Songhai patted the box, wrinkles rising at the corners of his eyes.
This young man is still cheating on him...
After opening the lid, Bi Songhai couldn't help but frown as the contents in the box made him frown.
He took out the white paper with both hands and spread it out, and the straight carved regular script came into view.
This is an article accusing Meishan bandits of invading villagers.
Bi Songhai crumpled the white paper into a ball, a cold light flashing in his eyes.
"Are you playing with me?"
Mei Changyan smiled and spread his hands and said, "Don't be anxious, Mr. Bi. It's not just the bandits I want to sue. The people I want to sue also include you."
Bi Songhai unfolded the white paper again and saw his name at the end of the petition.
He frowned and fell into thought.
Sure enough, his business of selling horses and armor has been exposed.
Mei Changyan smiled heartily and said: "Master Bi, selling the horses and armor of the imperial court without permission is a serious crime for the Yi tribe. How many heads have you chopped off?"
"You threaten me?"
The middle-aged man in his late fifties narrowed his eyes.
To be honest, many people have threatened him over the years, but he is still living well.
Mei Changyan put the brocade box away with a calm expression, "It's not a threat, I just hope that Mr. Bi can be self-aware and deal with these bandits properly."