I don't want to be king

Chapter 388 I Want To Try
Zhou Xun was taken aback, and hurriedly comforted him, "Don't be like this, why cry, since you've made up your mind, let's move on."

When we first met Hong An, Hong An was just a cold stone, he was indifferent to everyone and had no expression on his face.

In the following years, Hong An's personality gradually became more cheerful, he could get along with everyone, and he had more friends.

However, this was the first time she saw Hong An cry.

"fine,"

Hong An wiped away his tears and said, "I made you laugh."

"Who doesn't have any difficult scriptures to recite,"

Zhou Xun smiled and said, "You also know about my family, although my mother is pretty good, but my old man is incompetent, he has no skills, he only knows how to mess around, beats his wife and children, and is good at everything.

I still can't imagine what my future would be like if He Wangye hadn't come to Sanhe, if I hadn't entered the school, learned Kung Fu, and hadn't been a catcher. "

Hong An chuckled and said, "Is that why you beat your father?"

"Hey,"

Zhou Xun said proudly, "So what if you beat me up?"

Speaking of which, she was even more proud.

At that time, after she beat his father, the trouble was even worse than Cao Xiaohuan beating her husband.

Her old man, who only knows how to eat, drink, and beat his wife and children, actually went to the yamen with that stinky Taoist priest Sun Xing to submit a complaint and sued her for "disobedience".

The crime of disobedience is one of the "Ten Evils", second only to treason and rebellion. If she is convicted of the crime, she will lose her skin if she does not die.

When the case came to Shan Yin, the old gentleman was reasonable, he only accepted the case, and was not in a hurry to pronounce a sentence, so he went to ask the prince for instructions.

But I don't want to tell the prince: Why don't I know when Sanhe implemented the Liang law?
It was the father's fault for not teaching the son. In the end, her father was sentenced to one and a half years in a labor camp.

Moreover, in order for her to avoid the so-called "social death", the prince specially praised her as a hero among women, and women do not give up to men.

"I don't have the guts of you, so you and your father will stop dealing with each other?"

Hong An said with a smile.

"There is only life and death between me and him, not death,"

Zhou Xun pursed his lips and said, "I have to drink tea leisurely, it would be foolish to ignore him."

"All I can say is, you've done a good job,"

Hong An smiled and said, "I've made up my mind, I'm going to buy a house in Ankang City, and I won't go back to Sanhe in the future."

Zhou Xun said while rubbing his hands, "I'll transfer back to Sanhe when I find a replacement here, I'm not used to staying here, you don't even know, I've lost weight in just these few days. "

Hong An said, "Seeing how happy your old lady is selling food at the gate of the Beijing camp, counting the money, she may not be willing to go back?"

Zhou Xun said, "Where can I listen to her arrangements.

The children of the poor run their own households and listen less to their parents’ advice. It makes sense for them to be poor. If you take their words as a reference, you may be even poorer. "

Hong An bared a smile and said, "Your words are bad enough."

Zhou Xun said in a low voice, "I didn't say this, I said it with the prince when he taught us, have you forgotten?"

"Oh, it's time to slap your mouth,"

Hong An said after a few mouthfuls, "Just pretend you didn't hear anything, that's enough, don't talk about it, I have to sleep, and I will go to see the prince tomorrow morning."

"Wait a minute," Zhou Xun said, pulling Hong An's sleeve, "I gave you a big coat yesterday, why didn't you wear it today?

I know that you are a master of martial arts and you are not afraid of the cold, but when you meet the prince tomorrow, you can't let the prince think you are cold, right? "

From Mr. Hong's point of view, any behavior that causes the prince to feel uncomfortable is a sin.

Because such a trivial matter is not worth being trained by the manager.

Hong An smiled and said, "The aunt who cleaned up my room at noon, the jacket was ruined, all the cotton wool ran away, and it didn't block the wind. It looked so pitiful, so I wrapped the jacket and gave it to her."

"You, this official is for nothing, and I haven't learned anything,"

Zhou Xun shook his head helplessly and said, "What's the use of being a bad person? She saw that you were rich, and charged you two taels of money before leaving. If I knew that you gave her the jacket, I must not be used to her." of."

Hong An smiled and didn't answer any more.

Spring Festival is approaching.

Pork, which is usually as cheap as dirt, is soaring. In the past, you can buy a catty of meat, but now you can't even buy a piece or two, causing public resentment.

As the governor of Ankang, Ma Jie is under a lot of pressure, and he must find a way to solve this matter.

After all, he and the prince care about people's livelihood, and the most direct manifestation of people's livelihood is price.

The first thing he thought of was the group of suppliers from Sanhe.

He arranged for someone to call Pork Rong and the butcher over.

As soon as the two entered the Yamen, they directly complained about their grievances.

Zhu Rourong said with aggrieved expression, "Master Ma, you think too highly of us.

There are five to six million people in Ankang City, and they can eat a mountain of meat every day. Look at us, we only have this little money in our pockets. If you say that we are bullying and dominating the market, you think highly of us. "

The butcher also said, "That's right, that's right, we did earn some money, it's true, but it can be said that the soaring price of meat is because of us, it's an unjust death."

Ma Jie snorted coldly, "Apart from the two of you who have the ability to mobilize ten thousand pigs at once, who else is there in Ankang City?"

"Ouch, my lord,"

Pork Rong sighed, "You don't know this. Although we and the prince are wise, the world is not the same as before. It is messy everywhere. If you walk on the road well, you will encounter a catastrophe every now and then. Yes, there are soldiers and horses guarding the city, which is a little better.

Now, with the addition of snow, the roads are difficult to walk, only some courageous people, and those of us who know kung fu, dare to make more trips to the countryside.

But if you think about it, how can we feed so many people with meat alone? "

Ma Jie frowned and said, "Then what do you think?"

The butcher smiled and said, "Master Ma, what you said is interesting, of course you are suppressing bandits, what else can you do?"

"Suppressing bandits is naturally to suppress bandits, but it can't quench your thirst far away,"

Ma Jie shook his head and said, "The New Year's Eve is approaching, so we can't let the common people not eat a piece of meat, right?"

"This"

The butcher scratched his head and said, "That's what you're talking about. It's really outrageous that you can't just warm two bowls of wine and a plate of fennel beans when it's Chinese New Year's Eve. There's not even a plate of meat on the table."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Rourong in embarrassment.

Pork Rong laughed and said, "My lord, people in the city are short of meat for the New Year, and people in the country are also short of money for the New Year. Now that the price of meat in the city has risen to this level, it is still not enough. It's just because the news of the countryman is blocked, and they don't know about it. Pigs are so valuable.

My lord, you only need to send fast horses to the surrounding villages and towns, even if you try your best, they will still be able to send this pig out. "

Ma Jie hesitated for a moment and said, "The Chinese New Year is approaching, and these bandits are even more short of money to celebrate the New Year. Each of them is more vicious than the other. Can the common people send out the pigs?"

He wanted to arrange for people to patrol along the way.

However, there are only a hundred arresters in the yamen, how big a place can it protect?

Can't do it at all.

As for the transfer of officers and soldiers, don't even think about it.

Too little transfer of officers and soldiers is useless, but too much transfer would be a waste of money.

In the first battle in Saibei, the prince's family property was almost empty. It is said that He Jixiang is still worrying about the military salary these days.

As a result, people from the Ministry of Household Affairs, the Ministry of Rites, and the Dali Temple ransacked the house very diligently.

Letting He Jixiang take out the money now would be like killing him.

It is simply impossible to agree.

"My lord, you are worrying too much,"

Pork Rong smiled and said, "The people in the village are honest, just because they don't have enough money, once there is more money, they will chop anyone who dares to touch them.

What's more, there is no shortage of brave and courageous people in this countryside. The adults can find one or two powerful ones and let them form a strong people. If there are too many people, the bandits will be frightened. "

"So good,"

Ma Jie nodded in satisfaction, then raised his head to look outside the hall, and said with a smile, "It's snowing again."

Ankang City is covered in snow and ice.

Although Chuanzhou is sunny, the air is inevitably cloudy and cold.

"Amitabha."

The monk raised his head, looked at the three big characters "Chunshan City" written on the city wall, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He finally found Spring Mountain City.

It is obviously no different from other cities, but few people know the exact location of this place.

It was really not easy for him to find this place.

Passers-by at the gate of the city were all wearing thick jackets, and many turned their heads to look curiously at the bald monk in thin robes standing in the middle of the road.

"Monk, where are you from?"

The gate guard was a big man with a knife slung across his shoulders. He stared at the monk and said, "Report your name, this Spring Mountain City is not a place you can come to whenever you want."

"The poor monk is polite,"

The monk folded his palms together, "The poor monk is here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

The big man asked in a rough voice.

The monk said, "The little monk is looking for Zhaoyao in Chunshan City, please tell the benefactor."

The big man sized the monk up and down, then snorted coldly, "Just because you want to find our city lord?"

Before he finished speaking, he drew the saber with his right hand and slashed at the monk.

The monk clasped his hands together and held the knife in his palm, and said with a puzzled expression, "The little monk and the benefactor have no enmity in the past, and there is no grudge in recent days. How can the benefactor harm the little monk?"

"you"

No matter how hard the big man tried, the knife in his hand would remain motionless.

I was horrified in my heart, this monk is not very old, how can he be so good at martial arts!

There is nothing strange about the movements and gestures, why did he lightly clamp his own knife!

Unconvinced, he took a deep breath, dropped the saber with his right hand, and slashed at the monk with both palms, breathing with wind, quite like thunder.

"Amitabha."

The monk held the handle of the knife with one hand, and pinched the big man's outstretched wrist with the other. The big man wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. His wrist was firmly pinched, his whole body was numb, his eyes protruded, and his expression was incredible.

"Benefactor, the knife is a dangerous thing, so take it well."

After the monk stuffed the handle of the knife into the big man's hand, he took a step back and bent over again.

"Who are you!"

The big man adjusted his true energy, and stared at the monk who was calm and calm, as if nothing had happened.

The people who watched the fun were also shocked!

This monk's martial arts is so high that it is outrageous.

"Benefactor, the monk is just a monk,"

The monk said lightly, "I'm here to find the city lord, and I hope the benefactor will lead the way."

"What if I say no?"

The big man tensed up, waiting for the enemy.

"The little monk bid farewell."

The monk carried the cloth bag on his back again, passed through the city gate, and continued walking along the wide street.

The guards on both sides of the city gate had been stunned for a long time. Seeing the monk entering now, they didn't know what to do.

"Stop him!"

Hearing the roar of the big man, all the guards surrounded the monk with swords and guns.

The big man was so hairy from the monk's look, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Notify the elder, there is something wrong."

"Let him in."

Everyone heard a soul-stirring voice, and then saw a figure floating down from the city wall, and they all lowered their heads suddenly.

"Amitabha, it turned out to be a girl."

The monk looked at Xie Jiuyun who was standing in front of him in white, and was not surprised.

"You're still here after all, and you care about that bitch so much?"

Xie Jiuyun looked at the monk coldly.

"Amitabha,"

The monk closed his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "I am very happy to see you, Miss."

After hearing this, all the guards were stunned.

Is this monk really not afraid of death?
How dare you talk to Xie Jiuyun like that?
"Do you know where this is?"

Xie Jiuyun said expressionlessly.

"know."

The monk nodded obediently.

"Then you still dare to come?"

Xie Jiuyun looked at the monk with an expression of looking at the dead, "Think it over clearly, as long as you enter the city gate, you will have no way out. I have built Chunshan City for more than two hundred years, and there are very few outsiders who can get out alive."

The monk raised his head, looked straight at Xie Jiuyun and said, "There is no end to suffering, no end to body, no end to time, no end to action, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

Xie Jiuyun said, "Why do I think you are so courageous? It turned out to be a breakthrough, but you are still a sixth-rank. Do you think you are qualified to see my master?"

The monk nodded and said, "I want to try it."

The people next to them couldn't believe it when they heard the conversation between the two.

Especially that big guy.

He is also a sixth grade!

In a contest of the same level, he will admit it if he loses, but why is it so embarrassing to lose?

"Since you want to die with that slut, I'll let you go,"

Xie Jiuyun gritted his teeth and said, "Come with me."

"Thank you girl."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the monk followed Xie Jiuyun through the city cave. The streets were bustling with people. On the surface, it was just an ordinary city.

He had no time to care, and followed Xie Jiuyun, who was walking faster and faster.

The two finally stopped at the foot of a mountain, and there were steps in front of them, winding and undulating with no end in sight.

Xie Jiuyun said, "If you want to see my master, go up by yourself."

"Thank you girl."

The monk thanked him.

"Hey,"

Xie Jiuyun called to the monk who had already stepped on the steps, "You can think about it, you will die."

"The little monk knows."

The monk said without looking back.

"Is it so easy for you to be?"

Xie Jiuyun said bitterly, "Where do you think my Spring Mountain City is?
You have to pass through nine hills, and each hill has a mansion, and the guards guarding it are the worst rank seven!

No luck!

You can't save that bitch! "

"The little monk appreciates the girl's kindness."

The monk stepped on the second step without hesitation.

Seeing the figure of the monk getting far away, Xie Jiuyun suddenly shouted, "What's so good about that bitch!

You don't even have to die! "

"Amitabha."

The sound of the Buddha's horn echoed in the mountain stream for a long time.

(End of this chapter)