568:The Prodigal Son (1)
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Yang Si knotted the corners of his hem, revealing two sleek calves soaked in stagnant water.
He moved the bamboo slips to the cabinet, and after moving them for a long time, he was so tired that he was out of breath, and his old waist couldn't straighten up.
Wei Ci sat on the two stacked tables and looked at him with a smile, "Jingrong, Jingrong, you eat, drink, and don't work all day long, and now you can suffer it, right? Look at how many bamboo slips you have moved, you are so tired that you can't even straighten your waist, this is not good." β
Yang Si was already so tired that his forehead was sweating, but he hated Wei Ci who was still talking cool things, so he couldn't help but glare at him fiercely.
"Don't be rampant, you fox, wait for this matter, I must go far away, and never see you black-hearted fox again. β
Yang Si and the scholar were panting and moving bamboo slips, and Wei Ci sat on the table to avoid water, what kind of is this.
However, Wei Ci is weak, if he is allowed to do these coolies, he may be thrown into the water.
Wei Ci raised his sleeves to cover his lips and said with a smile, "If you can walk away, say this again." β
If you want to go down on His Majesty's thief ship, how can there be such a beautiful thing in the world?
Yang Si suddenly came up angry, and he didn't know how many times he regretted coming to Cheng'an County.
Knowing this, it is better to stay under the tent of King Changshou.
For a few meals, I sold myself to Jiang Pengji this week, which is too cost-effective.
"You fox, if you don't restrain your nature, be careful that others are too scared by you to come. β
Yang Si knew that Wei Ci had sent letters to many friends, intending to recruit people over.
But it's a pit, and you can't get out if you jump in.
Wei Ci blinked and said innocently, "Well, Jing Rong doesn't need to worry, counting the time, the fat fish may have taken the bait." β
Yang Si was eerily silent for a moment and asked, "You said fat fish?"
The friends he made with Wei Ci are fat fish that can be pitted in his eyes?
Wei Zixiao, won't your conscience hurt?
What is heart-wrenching is that he seems to be one of the "fat fish" in Wei Ci's eyes.
If he hadn't thrown himself into the net, he might have received a solicitation letter from Wei Ci.
Thinking about that scene, Yang Si felt that his mentality was about to collapse, and he couldn't wait to throw Wei Ci into the water.
"You dead fox, see if I don't kill you todayβdo the right thing for heaven!"
Yang Si rolled up his sleeves and made a gesture to fight Wei Ci to the death.
Seeing the two gentlemen arguing nonsense, the scholar on the side was very tired.
If you want to talk about hard work, my husband only helps, and the heaviest work still falls on me.
The drainage pipes in Cheng'an County have not been laid, the previous drainage ditch is broken and old, the whole city has become an ocean after two days of heavy rain, fortunately the draft is not deep, Yang Si took the people to drain urgently, just arrived at noon, the water in the city has been basically emptied.
The situation in the other two counties is worse than in Cheng'an County, but the situation is much better than before.
The torrential rains alleviated the drought in the Northlands, leaving the dry and cracked farmland soaked in a layer of water and the dry and hard mud turned into soft silt.
Yang Si and the others began to be busy, on the one hand, they had to pay close attention to the construction of the houses in the city, and on the other hand, they had to pay close attention to the firing of the hollow pipe, and after the burning, they had to lead people to dig the ditch, drain the stagnant water in the ground, burn and dry, and then bury the hollow pipe in it......
Because Cheng'an County is the experimental county of Tuntian this year, the amount of barren land reclaimed is huge, and the people still have to work day and night.
In addition to these trivial matters, the resettlement of displaced people, the distribution of wasteland, the household registration of personnel, and the help of porridge sheds...... Everything has to be done.
I really hate that the old lady didn't give a few more pairs when she was born!
Yang Si has been so busy these days that his eye sockets are deep-set, his eye bags are blue, and his eyes are bloodshot, even if the government affairs department specially assigned him a private chef, he can't be happy...... Because, Nima is so tired that he doesn't even have time to eat, isn't this a pit!
Yang Si said tremblingly, "I'm going to write a letter and tell them...... This is a pit, don't fall into the trap yourself......"
The originally calm and self-contained strategist is now aggrieved like a child.
Wei Ci smiled, "That's not right, there are more people, and there are fewer things to share." β
If no one comes, aren't you tired?
Yang Si's face was loveless, "The most regrettable thing in this life is to know you, if you have the next life, remember to stay away!"
Wei Ci smiled faintly and said mischievously, "It's useless to get away, the point is to avoid the lord." β
Thinking about the previous life, in order not to drag Yang Si down, the two had little contact in private, so Yang Si did less work?
I'm still so tired that I want to strike every day, okay?
Your Majesty's heart is too big, there are too many things to do, and that posture is eager to do thousands of years of things in a few decades.
Your Majesty is busy day and night, and which of the officials under his command must not keep up with it hahaha?
If you want to be idle in the next life, you must first widen your eyes to see where Your Majesty is, and avoid her, so that you can be idle.
Yang Si was choked and almost out of breath.
Halfway through, he muttered, "Who did you say that fat fish was, I know?"
Everyone's circle of friends is different, and Wei Ci's friend may not be Yang Si's friend.
Wei Ci said, "You may have heard of this person. His name is Feng Zhen, his face is real, and he is from Anshan County, Zhangzhou. β
Anshan County, Zhangzhou?
Isn't that the fief of King Changshou?
According to the image of the "virtuous king" played by King Changshou before, there is no reason to let talents slip out of his hands.
"Anshan County, Zhangzhou, that place is far away from here. Why does it take more than half a year for your letters to come and go, why did you reply so quickly?" Yang Si frowned, "This Feng Zishi, I have heard of it, and his conduct is not very good. β
The point is, this Feng Zhen also seems to be a sick seedling.
Unlike Wei Ci's frailty, which was caused by nurture, Feng Zhen's frailty was brought out of the mother's womb.
Two sick seedlings get together, is this going to kill him Yang Si?
Wei Ci said, "Zishi is a free and easy person, and he always likes to say, 'When it is timely, how can you stay in Laizi'." He has a bad body and bones, and he is naturally a little weak, but it is not bad to have such a free and easy character, it is much better than being depressed and not old. β
Yang Si raised his eyebrows, it seems that Wei Ci used to be a person who loved to drill the horns of the bull, and he was depressed all day long, did he have the face to say this?
"I'm a little intrigued by what you say. β
Wei Ci was silent for a moment and glanced at Yang Si with pity.
This kind of "interest" is unbelievable.
If it weren't for Feng Zhen's true ability, Wei Ci wouldn't be able to write letters to Zhongzhao's friends, and he really didn't want to solicit Feng Zhen.
A majesty is already difficult enough to serve, and another Fengzhen will really have to be a chicken and a dog on this day.
Feng Zhen, it's good to say, his temperament is free and easy, and if it's hard to say, it's a wandering wreck!
Feng Zhen, whom Wei Ci knew in his previous life, is enough to describe his life in one word - waves!
Because the doctor always said that Feng Zhen was weak and his life was not long, Feng Zhen felt that life was short, and it was not good to have fun in time, so this person did all kinds of death, treating cold food as food, sleeping in flowers and willows at night, drinking and drinking every day until he was unconscious, eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling all kinds of proficient, thinking about how to die all day long, how to die and how to come, which greatly destroyed the atmosphere of His Majesty's group.
The result?
In the last life, Wei Ci knelt down, and Feng Zhen was still alive!
Hell it doesn't last long!