Taiyuan, a small rice shop, is facing the government office, because of the good and state bread, the meat pigeon killed, plus the boss is kind, the price is fair, and it is deeply liked by those officials in the yamen.

In fact, I like the proprietress more, who is flamboyant, and can laugh at anyone with a small dimple, and the sign is gone.

Because the price is fair, so the officials love to come here to eat something, because the proprietress is beautiful, so the helpers in the yamen love to come here to sit and sit when there is something to do in the yamen, and when there is something in the yamen, they call a call, not only appreciate the beauty, but also do not delay doing things, which is to kill two birds with one stone.

A group of small officials gathered together, talking about the mountains with great gods, talking about their newly obtained news, in order to show the degree of attention they received above, in exchange for the envy and jealousy of their colleagues, or simply the disdainful gaze of their colleagues.

This noodle shop does not use the tables and chairs that have been popular in Youzhou for a long time like other restaurants, but still uses mats to spread on the ground, and a square table is placed in the middle, and everyone staggers around the table lazily, or eats, or drinks free tea.

The tables and chairs in Youzhou do make people feel comfortable, but it requires a lot of money, and the small noodle shop is not willing to waste on this side.

I didn't learn the tables and chairs in Youzhou, but I learned a good tea popular in Youzhou. It's no longer a tea soup here, just a pinch of green tea leaves, which makes people feel refreshed in this autumn tiger.

A young official was talking about spitting froth, lifting the teapot and trying to pour himself a bowl of tea to moisten his throat, but the result was dripping, pouring out less than a bubble of old man's urine. Lifting the teapot and shaking it next to his ear, there was no sound of water in it.

So the young official shouted loudly inside: "Old Chen, old Chen, hurry up and make tea." ”

The little boss Lao Chen, answered in the room, carried an overturned kettle, ran out of the fart, and said with a disgusted smile while running: "Recently, a few masters have been free, and they have been soaking in me since the morning, but you have already drunk three pots of water from me, half a bag of tea." His mouth was distressed, but the expression on his face did not look distressed, and when he said this, it made these little officials feel that he was even more close and lovely.

The young official laughed, knocked on the table and said: "We people, we are not the old man's cronies, there is something in the yamen to shout, we will pass, there is no need to work in the yamen, there is no need to waste in the yamen, but also to abide by the rules and etiquette in the yamen, standing with a sore back, so as not to make people suffer." You can rest assured, just drink those pots of tea, we will not let you lose, eat a few bowls of hot soup cakes at noon, then nothing will come out? ”

Lao Chen nodded again and again, and while pouring tea for everyone, he was still joking: "It's just a few bowls of soup cakes, how much money can you make?" A few gentlemen don't say a few dishes, drink a few pots of wine, and I will earn more. ”

At this time, one of the old officials said with a smile: "Our gang of people are not as rich as the guys in Youzhou, I heard that the gang of officials in Youzhou, one by one, take the incorruptible Lu, and the life of the family is nourishing, where are we like us?" can only rely on blackmailing some people, and when the extortion arrives, they will eat, and if they can't extort, the family will drink the northwest wind. Then he lowered his voice and said: "Just the day before yesterday, a group of brothers went down to hunt wild food, but they met a group of mobs, ten went out, and only one came back, or broke his hands and feet. ”

In this era, the small officials in the world are not on the official roster, and even the officials below the sixth grade are recruited by the local bosses themselves, where can they still manage these small officials? According to the rules, the boss's money is paid by the boss out of his own pocket, and the boss's money depends on these officials to exploit the people.

There is nothing in the peaceful years, but it is just to make the people jump, and in the end they can get some money to meet everyone's living expenses. But in recent years, it has not worked, and the people have risen everywhere, and it will be very difficult for everyone to go down and exploit the people, and collect taxes.

There are two reasons, the first is that the world is in turmoil, the people who were originally stable have become displaced people, villages and towns everywhere, ten rooms and nine empty, there is no one to collect taxes.

Another is that in this chaotic world, the persecuted people are desperate, and the sheep of the people, who were originally subservient to the officials, have now picked up the stick and become tigers on the mountain. If you go with him to collect taxes, it depends on whether you have the ability to do so.

When the topic was mentioned here, a group of small officials who were originally in high spirits became silent.

After a long time, a small official sighed with envy on his face: "I heard that after Lu Peng took office in Youzhou, all the officials in various places paid for the envoys of the prefecture, and there was no need for local fundraising, and in order to let these officials live a good life, in addition to the Yu Lu stipulated by the Han Dynasty, they added a lot more money than the Yu Lu, and now they, as long as they do things with peace of mind, they don't have to worry about the family's food and drink at all, if we can do that here." ”

As soon as Youzhou was mentioned, everyone's chatterbox was opened, full of envy, jealousy and hatred, talking about the deviance of Youzhou.

At this time, a small official poked his head out and whispered to everyone: "I just got the news, Lu Peng of Youzhou, taking advantage of the confrontation between our lord and Cao Cao's traitor, Lord Assassin Shi led troops south to reinforce, and when our Bingzhou was empty, he suddenly sent 200,000 troops and killed them in three ways. ”

As soon as such news came out, all the officials immediately turned complicated, some were depressed, some were frightened, but more of them were an inexplicable expectation.

Such an expression is indeed not to blame who comes, in the hearts of these little officials, the position in the lobby is changed, their so-called lord comes today and he dies tomorrow, but these have nothing to do with them, as long as whoever gives them a bowl of comfortable food to eat, it will be the same with everyone.

Boss Chen was on the side with a teapot, squinting his eyes and smiling as he listened. At this time, the pretty proprietress called him from behind: "Master, come in and I have something to say." ”

So Boss Chen sued everyone, put down the teapot, and hurried inside.

The pretty proprietress saw that there was no one left and right, and immediately handed over a pigeon, and Boss Chen took out a small bamboo pipe under the carrier pigeon, and carefully took out a strip of cloth as thin as a cicada's wings, which was a few small words like spider silk: "I will go to the mouth of the well within two days, defend to the death, and meet the army." ”

Boss Chen immediately walked out of the door and hung a blue dress under the plaque of his home. Then he smiled and said to the group of little officials who were still talking: "I'm sorry everyone, there is a sudden urgent letter from the family, I am closed now, delay everyone to drink tea and chat, and make amends for the crime another day." ”

As soon as they saw that there was something in the master's house and was ready to close, everyone was not embarrassed to sit and not leave, so they stood up and left together.

They had just stepped out of the restaurant with their front feet when there was a sound of the door closing behind them.

The old official smiled and said, "Hurry home to go to the funeral?" It's really the fire that burns the ass. ”

(End of chapter)