When Chen Pingan climbed out of the well carrying a basket of soil, he was a little confused.
Outside the mouth of the well stood a group of scholars with high academic qualifications. The leader was the old gentleman from the Ministry of Rites who was standing on a ladder under the memorial archway and loudly reprimanded the superintendent. Standing next to him was his predecessor who built the covered bridge before leaving office.
The supervisor, Mr. Song, who is said to be Song Jixin's father, has a slightly paler skin than when he was in the small town. The other five or six people, most of whom are in their thirties or forties, are very popular.
He looks more like a high-ranking official than Mr. Song.
In fact, not only Chen Ping'an looked dull, but this group of officials from the Ministry of Rites, who were the most noble among the six yamen of Dali, were also shocked to see the only rich man in the town who had three bags of gold and copper coins.
In front of me, there is such a poor young man covered in dust, but he holds in his hands the wealth equivalent to half of Emperor Da Li's treasury? Then he spends a lot of money to buy five entire mountains in one go, including Luolu Mountain?
Ruan Qiong did not show up, but Ruan Xiu, a girl in green clothes, and Wu Yuan, the magistrate of Longquan County, stood side by side. The latter looked at his nose and heart, his face was indifferent, and his eyes were slightly lowered. Mr. Xiao Wu, who made people feel that his backing was so scary, was Mr. Wu.
I am angry with those officials from the Ministry of Rites. After all, no one will be happy if such a piece of fat is chopped off by a bunch of outsiders on their own territory.
In the turmoil that happened downstairs of the archway, Wu Yuan unexpectedly retreated to the end and let Dong Hu, the right minister of the Ministry of Rites, rub all sixteen characters on the monument and leave. Even a seventh-floor qigong practitioner who served as a secret retinue,
After confirming that the words on the plaques had lost their spirit, there was no need to take out the precious wind and thunder papers. Dong Shilang still had a arrogant attitude that he wanted to tear down the plaques and move them away. He insisted on his opinion and copied all the wind and thunder papers he brought.
After finishing the stele, he happily took his subordinates from the Ministry of Rites and stayed in a mansion of a wealthy family in Taoye Lane.
Wu Yuan finally took advantage of the town's large-scale construction project, and the reputation he had won among ordinary people was suddenly wiped out. Fulu Street and Taoye Lane were happy to see this, and it became a topic of conversation after dinner. Most of them took pleasure in the misfortune.
I feel that Wu Yuan is just an embroidered pillow and cannot do anything. Some people say that if Wu Yuan dared to stiffen his neck and fight to the end with the people from the Ministry of Rites, he would still admire this guy's backbone. Now, he is afraid that he will be with the Ministry of Rites.
If you are a coward, once you officially put on the county magistrate's official uniform, you will be in trouble.
Chen Ping'an jumped down from the wellhead lightly with a basket of soil on his back and stood in front of these Dali officials. Dong Hu, the assistant minister, was smiling all over his face, stroking his beard and said with a smile: "Your name is Chen Ping'an. My surname is Dong. In our university,
I serve in the Lili Department, and I am not looking for you this time for official reasons. I just wanted to see what the owner of the five mountains looks like on a whim. Now that I have got my wish, it is a worthwhile trip."
At the end of the sentence, the old waiter looked around and smiled heartily.
Except for Mr. Song, who was a kiln supervisor, there was no movement. The other officials of the Ministry of Rites laughed as if Dong Shilang had told a big joke.
Chen Ping'an was a little embarrassed. Old sir, I couldn't understand the Dali elegant Mandarin you spoke.
The corners of Wu Yuan's mouth curled up in a subtle arc.
Mr. Song, who was proficient in the small town dialect, had no intention of helping this Yamen official out of trouble.
Because the two of them belong to different mountains, and the two sides had completely broken up with each other not long ago, if His Majesty hadn't appointed him, Song Yuzhang had to go south with him, and he would have definitely not been on this good trip. After all, the Rites Yamen are all scholars, or
The seeds of reading came from the battle of thousands of troops on the single-plank bridge, so the verbal battles in this yamen were really sublime, elegant and exciting. Fortunately, Song Yuzhang was a weirdo who could get used to being in a small town. After returning to the capital,
I just kept silent and did my work, but I didn't feel any frustration or resentment.
Dong Shilanggong has been practicing for most of his life, almost all of which he climbed in the yamen of the Ministry of Rites. As the only yamen in the Dali court that could compete with the Ministry of War, Dong Hu became the third-in-command. He was obviously an old fox with a sharp mind, and he immediately realized
Realizing his mistake, he thought about finding a way to get off the stairs, so he turned to look at Master Ruan's only daughter with a smile, hoping that she could help him pass on the message.
But Dong Hu gave up the idea almost instantly. A military sage from the Fengxue Temple who was even regarded as a guest by His Majesty the Emperor, as a minister of the Ministry of Etiquette, dared to bother Master Ruan's daughter to do this and that. If the girl was a
A difficult character who didn't understand etiquette felt that he had neglected her, so he went back to her father to complain to him. Then the sage Master Ruan only had to send a sentence and a half to the capital. He estimated that he, a third-rank official,
I thought I could still do it, but it would definitely be uncomfortable. The old man's mind changed rapidly, but in fact it was just a matter of a moment. The minister decided to change his original intention and looked at the girl with a smile. He was about to ask Miss Ruan how she would adapt to living here.
If you are not used to it, do you need the help of the Ministry of Rites to build a simple, elegant and clean house on Fulu Street or Taoye Lane in the small town.
But something shocking happened the next moment. Master Ruan's daughter, who was considered unattainable by all the officials of the Ministry of Rites, hurriedly walked up to the boy with mud-legged legs, and probably told him what Shilang Dong had said, but the boy looked normal.
Listening to the girl's words, these officials from the Ministry of Etiquette were really shocked.
How could Chen Pingan know that such a trivial matter could make these noble figures in the capital seem to be thousands of miles away. After listening carefully to Ruan Xiu's message, Chen Pingan smiled and said to her: "Xiu Xiu,
Please tell this old gentleman that I am a dragon kiln worker and now work as a handyman in a blacksmith shop. The reason why I was able to buy those hills is thanks to Master Ruan."
When the girl in green heard the name "Xiu Xiu", she smiled so much that her long autumn eyes narrowed into a pair of crescent moons. Finally, she spoke cheerfully to the old servant of Dali in the orthodox Dongbaopingzhou dialect.
. All the officials of the Ministry of Rites, including Dong Hu, are of course proficient in the "Elegance" of a continent. Otherwise, wouldn't it be true that the Dali Dynasty is a barbarian in the north? Even in the capital of Dali, can they speak DaYa fluently and skillfully?
Words have become an important criterion for distinguishing between wealthy and humble people.
Dong Hu looked more and more amiable, smiled and nodded gently. After listening to Miss Ruan's explanation, he said that he would not disturb Chen Pingan's work, and asked Miss Ruan to help them say goodbye to Master Ruan. Since Master Ruan was busy making swords,
It is even more forbidden to disturb him, otherwise His Majesty, who has admired Master Ruan for a long time, will definitely accuse him.
Ruan Xiu was not interested in these polite words, so she just said nothing and said nothing. The old servant who had already become a man did not dare to have any dissatisfaction. After introducing several sights of Dali Capital to Miss Ruan, he led the team away with a calm expression.
Song Yuzhang walked at the end of the team, and Wu Yuan walked after Song Yuzhang.
Ruan Xiu accompanied Chen Ping'an to empty the soil in the basket. As she walked, she said: "My father said that the purchase of the mountain will be finalized soon. In addition to this group of officials from the Ministry of Rites of Dali, we also need the land of the Qintian Prison."
The master comes forward, plus you, and the three parties sign together to make it final. However, the earth masters led by the two Mr. Qingwu are still carefully surveying the terrain and geomantic omen of all the mountains for the time being, and it is estimated that it will take a few days before they can come out."
Chen Pingan thought for a while, put down the basket, looked at the busy figures around him, and asked: "Let's go to the creek and chat while walking?"
Ruan Xiu smiled and said, "Okay."
Ruan Xiu lowered his voice interestingly and said softly: "In addition to Mr. Qingwu and ordinary earth masters, Qin Tianjian also sent out many Qi practitioners from hundreds of schools and side sects this time, including two young ones.
The mountain-moving apes, one is a silver-backed ape and the other is a brachiosaurus. They are usually kept in the deep mountains and forests. They are only used when necessary to crack mountain peaks or move hills. "
"There is also the Xiling Armored Warrior created by the Taoist Talisman Sect. It is a very magical thing. A thin piece of talisman paper, after being infused with Qi by a Qi Practitioner, can transform into a tall Armored Warrior with a height of seven to eight feet and great strength.
Infinite, although it is not as good as the mountain ape, but fortunately it is obedient and there will be no accidents. The mountain ape has a violent temperament, especially the young mountain apes, which are especially difficult to tame. Once out of control, it will definitely cause heavy death. Even if it is suppressed and killed, it will still be a disaster.
The pen is a huge loss. I heard that there is also a cardigan puppet made by the Mohist giant himself, but I have never seen it before. If I have the chance, I will definitely go and see it with my own eyes."
"My dad helped you choose two shops, one for New Year's Eve and one for thatched roof. They happen to be right next to each other and you are familiar with them. If you don't have any objections, my dad will help you finalize the deal right away.
Because this kind of small transaction does not involve the feng shui profit and loss of a dynasty or the luck of mountains and rivers, it does not need to be as troublesome as buying a mountain."
Chen Pingan thought for a moment and smiled: "Of course it's no problem."
Ruan Xiu suddenly remembered something and said mysteriously: "My father said something privately. The Emperor of Dali personally spoke. Since the town now belongs to the territory of Dali, those magical artifacts left among the people in the market will be
The treasury was taken back at a high price. In the end, about twenty good old items were confiscated in the town. The items handed over by Fulu Street and Taoye Lane and ordinary people were half and half. The price they were sold for was not high at all.
In the end, Emperor Da Li personally took out seven or eight items, and collected thirty items. As the lottery prizes for thirty of the mountains, they were given to the buyers for nothing. Of course, most people do not know which hills have the lottery prizes and which ones.
No, but my father learned that there will definitely be Shenxiu Mountain and Luopo Mountain, and the quality is very good, one of the best. In addition, my Dengdeng Mountain and your Luopo Mountain, the Dali imperial court may each confer a title to one.
The mountain god sits in it."
Chen Pingan took a deep breath, squatted by the stream, and frowned.
It seems a little unreal.
The boy in Mud Bottle Alley never dreamed that he would have such a day.
The straw-shoe boy's dreams are, at best, related to festive Spring Festival couplets, majestic door gods, fragrant meat buns and a bag full of rattling copper coins.
Ruan Xiu squatted down with him and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"
Chen Ping'an hesitated to speak, but seemed unable to explain the reason, so he could only shake his head, picked up a piece of licorice, and chewed it in his mouth familiarly.
After a moment of silence, Chen Pingan turned around and said with a smile: "Miss Ruan, I just called you Xiuxiu in front of outsiders. Don't be angry. I saw so many high-ranking officials and I was very nervous. I just wanted to pretend to be familiar with you."
The way it looks.”
Ruan Xiu blinked and asked an irrelevant question, "Well, have you heard anything about your friend recently? He's the one with the sword."
Chen Ping'an was confused and said: "You said Miss Ning, I don't know any news about her after she left."
Ruan Xiu smiled.
Chen Ping'an suddenly raised his head and turned to the side of the stone arch bridge. A familiar bright red color came flying towards him, his legs like the wheels of a cart.
Chen Ping'an had a bad premonition and quickly stood up. The little girl wearing a dirty and wrinkled red cotton-padded jacket came up behind him and looked up at him with her little head raised. Her face was filled with tears and she was heartbroken.
He wrinkled his tanned little face and choked with sobs: "Mr. Ma from the school is dead. Before he died, he asked me to come to you."
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