Sheng Fu

Chapter 58 Some Reasons

Not far from the stage, there is a simple post station, which was originally used to receive actors or foreign merchants.

There are three dormitories and a small courtyard dam. If there is another wall, it will become a small courtyard. Unfortunately, Qingshui Village has always been in a tight financial situation. It would be very good to have such a wooden house to entertain outsiders.

Although the sparrows in the house are small and complete, they are a little too simple. Before coming here, Wang Yan had already sent someone to clean them up. That's it, the legs of the table were an inch shorter, and the ground was uneven.

There are still dust residues in some hidden corners. This is the temporary residence where Yuwenjun handles government affairs in Qingshui Village.

Yuwenjun, Wang Zhong, and Wang Yan sat around the table, and there was some tea fragrance. They were all worthless tea leaves, and they couldn't drink the kind of spirit that scholars wanted.

A cup of turbid wine can comfort the wind and dust, but after drinking a cup of turbid tea, I don't want to drink it any more.

In short, here, Yuwenjun, don't even think about drinking such good tea as Longquan Clear Water and Snowy Fragrance.

Wang Yan said in the next seat: "This residence is a bit shabby, and it is naturally incomparable with the residence of the son in the imperial capital. As for the meal, there is a sister-in-law with good cooking skills in the village who will cook for the son. They were all rough people who brought him here, and I was afraid of disturbing the gentleman's purity, so I didn't arrange for the servants."

Yuwen Jun replied gently: "That's enough, there is Uncle Lao."

Wang Zhong gave a hint, and Wang Yan left the room with interest.

In fact, after seeing Wang Zhong at the entrance of the village, Yu Wenjun was a little surprised. There were only two people left at the moment. Of course, he wanted to ask, even if it was just a trivial matter.

"Senior Sister Peiyao is the leader of Bailu Pavilion. Senior is the magistrate of Taiping County. The three of us are under the jurisdiction of our predecessors. We are in love and courtesy. The magistrate should go to receive the leader of Bailu Pavilion. Why would you specially receive me?"

The four chiefs of the White Deer Pavilion all look similar, but it is clear that Jing Peiyao's chief is more genuine, and his resume is more glamorous than the other three.

It should not be the county magistrate who received Yuwenjun, but the county magistrate or the county magistrate.

Wang Zhong picked up the teacup and took a sip. He was used to rough tea. When he was a poor scholar in his early years, he always drank rough tea. Even if he is the county magistrate now, the tea in his house is still rough tea. The misery of youth.

Thinking of what happened back then, Wang Zhong smiled knowingly and said: "When I first entered the imperial capital, there was not much left to entangle, and the imperial capital was very expensive. My daily expenses became a huge problem."

"Maybe I was a bit arrogant in my hit. It happened that Gu Yong sage started a killing spree in the imperial capital. He killed a heavy official, and directly opened his family's treasury. With a wave of his sleeves, half of the imperial capital spilled. The sky is full of real gold and silver, and I happen to be in that small half range."

"I'm lucky, I picked up a few gold ingots bigger than a fist."

"Then I took root in the imperial capital, and not long after that, I met the current deputy prime minister, Duanmu Zhi."

"Speaking of which, Saint Gu Yong is the real noble in my life. Without him, I might have starved to death on the streets of the imperial capital."

"A big man like him definitely doesn't know who I am, let alone a district magistrate. Even if I were the prime minister, he wouldn't give me a second look."

When he said these words, the elderly county magistrate was not disappointed or disappointed, but more pleased and fortunate and a little bit of pride.

Yuwenjun smiled and said, "So it is."

Wang Zhong continued: "You are Gu Yong's direct disciple. Of course I want to see you. There are very few places where I can intervene in the Banquet of Eight Gus. If you need anything, just give me an order."

"Tomorrow morning, I will leave here and return to the county office. I am busy with official business. I will arrange a few competent subordinates to secretly assist the young master in this banquet."

After hearing this, Yuwen Jun declined: "It's not necessary, nothing can escape Duanmuzhi's eyes. If my guess is true, in fact, there are already Duanmuzhi's eyeliner stationed around Qingshui Village, and everything can be as usual."

"Thank you for your kindness, senior."

Wang Zhong smiled bitterly and sighed helplessly: "Yes, how could I have a place to dictate something so important."

After this incident, Yu Wenjun found that although there are countless people who hate Gu Yong and wish to tear Gu Yong into eight pieces, but there may be countless people who remember Gu Yong as a good person, but he just thinks Gu Yong is a good person. , most of them, like Wang Zhong, do not have enough voice in this world.

Even, many people are not as good as Wang Zhong, Wang Zhong is also a county magistrate.

Wang Zhong got up and said, "In this way, I can't stay here for too long. Those eyeliners outside must have noticed me. I took a step ahead and failed to help the son. I hope you don't mind."

Yuwenjun got up and said, "I got my heart, and I got it too."

The county magistrate immediately burst into laughter, waved his hand, and strode away.

In fact, Wang Zhong wanted to help Yuwenjun one or two, and wanted to see what the sage Gu Yong looked like. In Wang Zhong's heart, Gu Yong was really a sage, and it also convinced Wang Zhong that the sky has eyes. This sentence.

But if this is the whole reason to greet Yuwenjun in person, it is not quite right. In Wang Zhong's heart, Jing Peiyao is just a bitch after all, and the pattern of eyes is too narrow. The family cares about, that makes Jing Peiyao the leader of Bailu.

Gu Yong was originally an open-minded person, and the disciples he taught were naturally open-minded people.

Yuwenjun naturally wouldn't know what Wang Zhong was thinking, even if he did, it wouldn't hurt in general. Some people are like this, maybe they have thorns all over their body, but it's good enough for some people.

When he first came to Qingshui Village, Yu Wenjun didn't plan to go door-to-door to understand the situation. He first rested here for a night and went to understand the situation tomorrow.

By the way, I also thought about how to face the assessment of the essay test this time.

Even though he was in Bailu Pavilion, he thought about it many times in Gu Yong's courtyard, but when he really came here, Yuwenjun still felt an atmosphere that was enough to suffocate the wise and sensible scholar.

At night, the sister-in-law in Wang Yan's mouth came with a meal. She was a middle-aged woman, dressed in coarse linen. When she first saw Yuwenjun, she lowered her head in restraint.

Putting the lunch box on the table, he bowed deeply with his awkward hands and said, "The woman has seen the son."

It was also the first time that she saw a noble man dressed in brocade and jade belts. She had only heard of such a character from the storytellers.

A person like Yuwenjun, to the people of the poor mountain village, can already be regarded as an immortal figure in the sky.

He said with a gentle smile, "Auntie is very polite. You don't need to salute when you see me in the future. Speaking of which, I should be thanking Auntie."

"If it weren't for my aunt, I might not really know what to eat."

Yuwenjun can't cook, and when he comes to a place like Qingshui Village, if there is no special person to cook for him, it will cause him a lot of trouble. He is also two hundred miles away from the nearest town, so he will go to the town on a second-class war horse. The restaurant is really bad.

But if you spend money to eat at the farmer's house, it will inevitably cause a lot of gossip.

It just so happens that this aunt is the best cooking sister-in-law in Wang Yan's mouth. Yuwenjun is really grateful to this aunt.

"Your surname?" Yuwenjun asked peacefully.

The woman still bowed her head restrainedly and replied, "Just call me Mrs. Zhang."

In many poor places, women do not have official names.

Yuwenjun smiled and said, "If you have time to work, do you want to drink a glass of water before leaving?"

The woman was a little nervous at first, thinking that Yuwenjun was just playing on the stage during the day, but she didn't expect that he was really a noble gentleman who made people feel like a spring breeze.

Unnaturally, he replied with a sincere smile: "Thank you, Young Master, for your kindness. I still have something to do at home, so I won't bother you."

Yuwenjun smiled and sent the aunt out of the door. He went back to the room and opened the lunch box. The simple three dishes and one soup were naturally incomparable to the cooks of Bailu Pavilion in terms of cooking skills, but Yuwenjun smelled a very heavy smell. Human touch, it feels good...

(End of this chapter)