The chamberlain of the lord of Fuso said: "It is true, there is not a single lie from the subordinates. ”

The lord of Fusang said: "I can't imagine that those clear streams also come with money, you can tell me about their way to get money." ”

After the explanation of the inner servants of the lord of Fusang, these Qingliu people who came to Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty from afar have great skills, and they have meddled in various businesses of various white and underworld roads, helping you get people and excusing the gambling house.

To help Tang Zhaozong be a drummer, levy heavy taxes on his behalf to the servants and businessmen from all walks of life, as well as the common people and other classes to create public opinion, all kinds of things are done.

The reason why the inner servant of the lord of Fusang knew these inside stories so clearly was because he had a relative who was doing business in Chang'an City in the Tang Dynasty. Because, I didn't serve a clear stream guest well, and I was almost shut by that clear stream.

The lord of Fuso said: "These Qingliu are really capable. ”

The chamberlain of the lord of Fuso said: "They turn their hands into clouds and cover their hands into rain, and in order to make money, these people can say anything and blow any cow." These people can take any case. ”

Good morning! Flory replied as enthusiastically as possible.

This self-righteous disgusting old bastard! He looked at Mr. McGregor and thought to himself. His ass is wrapped in tight khaki shorts, how high it is curled! Like a nasty middle-aged Boy Scout instructor, he's a gay man, and you'll see pictures of him in illustrated newspapers. He deliberately put on those stupid and ridiculous clothes, revealing his short, fat, slightly concave knees, simply because doing the gym before breakfast was a sign of a white man—it was disgusting!

A Burmese man walked up the hill like a cloud of white and magenta. This man was Flory's clerk and had come from a small office not far from the church. When he reached the door, he stooped down and pulled out a dirty envelope, which was postmarked on the tongue in Burmese fashion.

"Good morning, sir."

"Good morning. What is it? ”

"Local letters, Your Excellency. It came in the mail this morning. I think it's an anonymous letter, sir. ”

"Oh, it's annoying. - Well, I'll go to the office at about eleven o'clock. ”

The letter was the handwriting of the person who wrote the letter in the bazaar, in block letters, trembling and trembling, like a drunken man practicing calligraphy. But the person who wrote the letter would never have been so sophisticated as to use the phrase "circumvention", the letter must have been dictated by a clerk, and there was no doubt that it was ultimately written by Wu Bojin. It must have come from "that crocodile," Flory thought to himself.

He didn't like the tone of the letter. On the surface, it is low, but in fact it is a threat. "Leave the doctor, or we'll be rude to you," that's what it really means. It was not a big deal, and no Englishman could feel any danger to himself as an Oriental.

Flory hesitated with the letter in hand. There are two ways you can deal with anonymous letters. You can either say nothing or give it to the person. Obviously, the appropriate thing to do is to give the letter to Dr. Velaswamy and let him take care of it.

But when it comes to this kind of thing, it's safer to stay out of it entirely. It's important not to get involved in "indigenous" disputes (perhaps the most important of the ten commandments of the white man). There can be no loyalty and no true friendship for Indians. Feelings, even love, will not work. Normally, the British did have a fondness for Indians – native officials, forest policemen, hunters, clerks, servants. When the Indian soldiers retire from their colonels, they weep like children. It doesn't hurt to be even close to them, as long as the occasion is right. But if you want to talk about teaming up, cooperating or something, absolutely not! Even wondering what is right and wrong in an "indigenous" dispute is a matter of prestige.

If he made the letter public, it would lead to a quarrel and an official investigation, and in effect, he would tie his fate to the doctor and work against Wu Bojin. Wu Bojin doesn't care, but there are also Europeans! If he, Flory, had been too visibly in league with the doctors, he would have paid a terrible price. It's better to pretend that you never received the letter. The doctor is indeed a good man, but in order to help him fight against the whole tradition of the white lord - alas, no, never! What good can it do to lose the whole world in order to save your soul? Flory tore the letter in half. The dangers of going public are small and vague, but in India, you have to beware of all kinds of vague dangers. Reputation, as the breath of life, is itself ambiguous. He carefully tore the letter to shreds and threw it at the door.

At that moment, there was a scream of horror, very different from the shouts of Kosra's two wives. The gardener put down his shovel and looked in the direction from which the cry came, and Kosla heard the sound and ran out of the servant's quarters without a hat, while Frau jumped to his feet and screamed. Then there were several more screams, from the jungle behind the house, sounding like an Englishman, a woman, a frightened shout.

There was no way out of the back of the yard, and Flory climbed over the gate, and when he came down, his knee was cut by a splinter, and he was bleeding. He bypassed the yard fence and rushed into the jungle, Frau following close behind. Just behind the house, in the outermost layer of trees, there is a small valley frequented by the buffalo of the village of Nyon-lebin, because of the pool of water in the valley. Flory made his way through the trees quickly. In the valley, a gray-faced English girl was leaning against a tree, shivering, as a huge buffalo threatened her with its half-moon-shaped horns. A hairy calf stood behind, no doubt the cause of the trouble. There was also a buffalo in the neck-deep mud pool, with a gentle, old face looking up to see what was going on.

As soon as Flory appeared, the girl turned her frightened face to him. "Ah, hurry!" She shouted loudly, angry and urgent, clearly in the tone of a frightened person. "Quick! Help me! Help me! ”

Flory was so surprised that he didn't have time to ask anything. He hurried to her, and since he had no stick in his hand, he reached out and slapped the buffalo's nose. The big beast turned, slow and clumsy, and led the calf away with heavy steps. The other buffalo also got up from the sludge and walked lazily. The girl threw herself at Flory, almost into his arms, and was terrified.

"Ah, thank you, thank you so much! Alas, these terrible things! What are they? I thought they were going to kill me. What a terrible beast! What are they? ”

(End of chapter)