Because I was just chatting, I felt sleepy without realizing it. I leaned my head back on the sandalwood chair and fell asleep.
In a daze, Master Zhuang was still sitting on the bench diagonally opposite, but his clothes looked much brighter. After a brief thought, he seemed to look like a prefect of the human race.
There was no one in the room but him.
He was twirling his beard with one hand and seemed to be thinking about something, while I was lying on my side on a soft chair, feeling a burning pain in my buttocks.
In the dream, I don’t know whether it was due to injury or something else. It seemed that I had just woken up from a coma. I couldn’t remember anything else, except that I knew the man in front of me. He was my husband.
Seeing me looking up at him, he nodded slightly and asked, do you still remember our bet?
A bet? What bet? I'm confused and my brain is not working very well.
Five hundred and fifty taels of silver. This silver is not only enough for you to earn three years of wages, but also enough for you to build a public school. In fact, you built this public school well.
He spoke lightly, picked up the tea on the coffee table and took a sip. The faint steam from the tea enveloped his face, and it looked particularly warm in the sunlight.
Wage? I seem to remember that this money is exactly the subsidy given to me by the prefect in front of me. Without this subsidy, I am afraid that I would have to scrimp and scrape together to pay for the exam in Beijing. Is this Mr. Zhuang in front of me?
Or is it the prefect? I really can’t tell. I want to ask him who you are, but what comes out of his mouth is another sentence. Could it be that the prefect... is he here to persuade me?
Advise me? What to persuade?
But the prefect nodded, smiled, and said four words, still not confused.
Stop...don't even think about it!
I said.
Don't even think about it? Really, I'm still a mess, but it seems that another piece of information has been read in this parasitic body. The reason why I was beaten into this state is precisely because I refused to marry him in front of an adult named Zhao.
Daughter. In addition, I also read a subtext from my parasitic body: I have never met his daughter, why should I marry her? In addition, the number one scholar must be agreed to by the emperor, and I will not accept it if others say so.
I will agree easily!
Oh, parasitism. This is a good word. It is consistent with the usual methods of our demon clan and my current situation. But what happened to Mr. Zhuang? How did he become a prefect in my dream? But since we are in the dream
, then anything is possible. Dreams are always unreliable.
Let’s not talk about Mr. Zhuang, this body really has a steel frame.
Well, since you are so resolute, then my trip was in vain. I respect your choice, but if you refuse, you will definitely lose the top spot in this class. As far as our bet is concerned,
You lose. If you lose, you have to pay money. This is a natural thing, right? The cost of establishing the private school is taken out of the bet, leaving two hundred and seventy-five taels of silver, and the girl I bought you, God
Yao's money is a total of 475 taels of silver. Add these two together, and then according to the usual odds of the gambling game, you should pay me 950 taels of silver. Take it.
Sir... Sir! You are... you are blackmailing!
That stubborn guy used all his strength to squeeze out this roar.
It sounds like a cat meowing to me.
The Lord Magistrate nodded again and said with a smile, blackmail? This is not called blackmail, this is called business... There are various ways in the world, and when you are an official, you have the official way. It is easy to be an honest official, but an honest official can do great things.
How many? I am not a greedy person. This money... Let’s not talk about this money. I only kept fifty taels of money donated by the owner of the restaurant that caught fire earlier as a subsidy, and the rest of the money was used as a subsidy.
It was used to build water conservancy projects.
Without this money from unclear sources, I don’t know how many people would have to drown in water and starve to death. Since you are a failed investment of mine, then I have to make sure that I can recover what I lost in this failed investment.
Come back, and then use the money in places that can bring benefits to me and everyone, don’t you think? Therefore, I am not blackmailing, but using my official position in a way that everyone can understand and in line with the laws of nature.
The Tao is doing business with you.
Since we are doing business, you should admit defeat and pay me back.
…
The stubborn guy was speechless.
As a third party, I think this is correct.
After waiting for a long time, the guy was speechless.
I looked down and saw water dripping all over the ground.
Those are his tears.
...If you can't come up with the money, there are only two ways in front of you. The prefect said.
This guy was no longer stubborn this time and didn't even fart.
The magistrate drank tea calmly with a wry smile on his face, but his tone still sounded very kind, as warm as the righteousness he sounded when shouting on the mountain, "Your Majesty, you have nothing to do here, they are coming towards me, please leave!"
He said, the first way is to sell Tianyao. Based on her current worth, she should be able to sell it for more than a hundred taels of silver. You can go home and scrape together the rest of the money and sell the fields and houses.
You can collect about one hundred taels, and there are still more than 600 taels. You can probably pay it off in twenty years. But since you are not going to be the top pick this time, then don't think about rushing for the exam in the future...
The second way is to agree to the current marriage, continue to be your number one scholar, and then cancel our bet. As your teacher, I will have another disciple in the court from now on. Even if you do nothing, others will
Your attitude towards me must be completely different from what it is now. You should understand this. Of course, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that you are here. If anything happens to us in Yuzhou on weekdays, I am the authority and can
So much less talk!
If you were more conscientious and kept your voice in everything, I'm afraid Yuzhou would be able to make a surplus of tens of thousands of taels of silver every year. Compared with the nine hundred taels of silver, the bet is not worth a dime.
The prefect stopped talking. He looked very patient.
I thought about what he said, and yes, if it were me, I would be very patient, because this is a good investment.
After an unknown amount of time, the guy finally nodded and said, I...I agree.
The prefect finally stopped smiling, stood up expressionlessly, straightened his official uniform, patted the dust on his body in the dusk sunshine, and left.
I followed the thoughts of the guy under me and tried to hold him, but suddenly I woke up.
When he opened his eyes, it was Tian Yao who was holding his hand.
She was covering me with a quilt, but I grabbed her arm and almost fell into my arms.
I panicked and used a magic trick to lift her up, and hurriedly jumped out of the chair. I accidentally touched the soup bowl and spilled a bowl of cold chicken soup on her body.
Tianyao was pushed away by me and settled on the ground. She knew kung fu and did not fall down, but she seemed a little embarrassed by me pulling her so close and her face immediately turned red.
I...I had a dream. I apologized a little, not that I was embarrassed, and said.
She is the maid I gave to my mother, so even if I bump into her, it’s okay, but it’s not good to pull someone in for no reason. If someone sees her, she’ll be considered interesting even if she’s not interesting.
…
But Tianyao didn't say anything, and immediately found a cloth to wipe the chicken soup off my body. He said, "Sir, I'll get you some clothes."
I didn't pay attention to this. I remember that before falling asleep, Master Zhuang was meditating here...
When he turned his head and looked around, Master Zhuang had already disappeared.
Oh, it's a good thing he left early, otherwise it would be really embarrassing for him to see this scene.
The boy changed the cup of tea, and I sat down in front of the desk again. I was about to continue reading the poems written by those beautiful girls, but suddenly I remembered the dream I had just now. Why did the Master in my dream not look as pedantic as he does now?
?
This is an interesting question. I will definitely ask him when I see him tomorrow.
As I thought about it, a smile appeared on my lips, but half of the other things in the dream were blurred.