Miserable, miserable, miserable, whoever is an official is worse than Lao Tzu.

In the middle of the night, Fang Hao sat on the steps next to the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites, and it was pitch black all around, only the two dead wind lamps hanging on the big building of the Yamen of the Ministry of Rites were glowing with a dim yellow faint light.

He dozed off with his hands on his cheeks, and said Okay, but half an hour has passed, where are the servants who are waiting for Lao Tzu to parade the streets?

In the afternoon, when he came out of the Ministry of Rites, he was already hungry with his chest on his back, and he was busy for most of the day, on behalf of the Great Song Dynasty Imperial Court, he defeated the provocation of the Liao envoy, won glory for the Great Song Dynasty, won glory for the emperor, what a hero? But no one invited the heroes to a meal, what kind of world is this?

Fortunately, he carried more than 200 taels of silver in his arms, which was already a huge amount of money in this era, and it was estimated that he could buy 100 acres of fertile land in the countryside, and then buy a house, buy a few maids, and be a rich man comfortably.

But Lao Tzu's ambition is to make a fortune, just rely on Lao Tzu to bring countless whimsical ideas from later generations, and at the worst, he will be the richest man in the Song Dynasty, and the little rich man is not in his eyes.

Go find a small restaurant to eat first, Fang Hao's first thing is to find a place to live, now that he is an official, he can't go back to live in a broken temple, right?

In line with the principle of convenience for work, he rented a small courtyard with a single family in Tianshuijing Hutong near Hanlin Courtyard, and the rent was 250 yuan a month, which was simply too cheap, and compared with the housing price of Jingshi in his previous life, it was simply the difference between heaven and earth.

In order not to make two hundred and five, he took the initiative to increase ten big money, changing it to two hundred and sixty big money per month, and the landlord, a woman in her forties, thanked her happily again and again.

The small courtyard is not big, and the three north rooms are also cleaned up by the landlord, with tables, chairs and furniture, and you only need to buy some bedding to live in.

After he finished cleaning up, it was basically dark, and the natives of Tokyo City in this era obviously did not have the pride of the natives of Kyoto in his time, and when they saw that he had not eaten dinner, they enthusiastically brought him a large bowl of hot soup, two side dishes, and a few hot cooking cakes, and invited him to eat.

After eating, I lay on the bed and squinted my eyes for a nap, waiting for the city drum to play the third watch, so I quickly got up and cleaned up, and hurriedly ran to the entrance of the ceremonial department to wait.

Wait, wait, wait, when it was time, no one came, and when it was almost ugly, still no one came, Fang Hao was completely annoyed, these grandsons of the Ministry of Rites deceived people too much, did they really think Lao Tzu was a soft persimmon and pinched casually? The resistance of hemp skin is the resistance to the will, and Lao Tzu is not parade on the street today.

When he stood up and was about to pat his ass and go home to sleep, the side door of the yamen of the Ministry of Rites was pushed open with a creak, and four sleepy-eyed and fluffy servants yawned, each carrying a paper lantern, and led a skinny old horse out, and the leader was full of impatience and shouted angrily: "What about people? What about the people who parade in the streets? ”

Fang Hao coughed, stepped forward and said, "Everyone has worked hard, Fang has been waiting here for a long time." ”

The leading messenger didn't even look at him, and scolded and said: "What's the matter, in the middle of the night, I told Lao Tzu to get up and serve you, hurry up and get on the horse, and go back to sleep after swimming in the street." ”

Fang Hao was furious, anyone who was numb would dare to bully Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu was also an official, and the anger of the Ma Lang in the Ministry of Rites was just that, but could you still be afraid of your little errand service?

He originally prepared some rewards, because he knew that the little ghost was the most difficult, and besides, Ma Langzhong was embarrassed by him and asked him to get up in the middle of the night to parade the streets, but these errands were also affected and couldn't sleep, so he was somewhat sorry in his heart.

But apologies don't mean he has no temper, this errand scolds with no good words, if you don't give a little bit of power, you really think Lao Tzu is easy to bully, right?

"You, bring the horse over." He pointed his hand at the leading messenger and said coldly.

The leader was stunned for a moment, a little unable to believe his ears, he raised the lantern and shone at Fang Hao, who was looking at him coldly, pointed to his nose and said, "Call me?" ”

"Yes, the official just told you, hurry up and bring the horse over." Fang Hao was not polite at all.

The lead officer looked back at the other three officers, and all four of them laughed strangely.

He turned his head to look at Fang Hao again, pointed at him and said with a smile: "You also dare to call yourself an official in front of Lao Tzu, hahaha, laugh to death Lao Tzu, you are an official the size of a sesame mung bean, and you dare to play prestige in front of your grandfather, are you confused?" ”

Fang Hao didn't speak with a gloomy face, slowly walked to the side of the leading officer, and suddenly flew up and kicked on his little stomach, although this kick couldn't exert much power because of his thin body, but he also kicked the messenger and kicked back a few steps.

"This kick is to kick you and dare to scold the official, and if you dare to be rude, you will be sent to Kaifeng Mansion and punished for one of the following crimes." Fang Hao said coldly.

The leading officer was furious, waved his hand and shouted angrily: "Brothers, let me go up and beat him together." ”

The four big men rushed up, glaring at Fang Hao and about to make a move.

Fang Hao was obviously not an opponent, but he didn't panic at all, he put his hands behind his back and said proudly: "I see which of you dares to make a move." ”

The leading messenger rushed to the front, and at this time he raised his fist and was about to hit Fang Hao's face, seeing that he was so calm and relaxed, he couldn't help muttering, they were all old fritters in the Yamen, although it was common to bully and insult the little officials who had no way, but I had never seen someone who was about to be beaten and was so calm.

"Why don't you dare to do it?" He asked with his fists frozen in mid-air, confused.

There is no way, there are many high-ranking officials in Tokyo City like dogs, and princes are everywhere, although this little official is made to the point of parading the streets in the middle of the night, but what if there is any reason? is the eldest nephew of the fourth girl of his second grandmother's family, and the third cousin of the sister-in-law of the second housekeeper of a certain prince's family.

"Da Song Lu, the messenger beat the official, what is the crime of committing the following crimes?"

Fang Hao's righteous words, in fact, he didn't know what the crime was, but the laws of the Great Song Kingdom were extremely strict on the status and dignity of officials and people, and the status of the servant was even lower than that of ordinary people, so if he dared to beat the official, the crime would not be small.

Fang Hao didn't know what the crime was, but he knew that the Great Song Dynasty Law stipulates that it is a felony to beat up an official if he commits a lowly servant, and he will be exiled for thousands of miles with a golden seal on his cheek, which is really not light.

The leading messenger forcibly suppressed his anger and withdrew his fist, and said with a sneer: "Okay, today's grandfather will let you go, take ten taels of silver, and hang this batch of red." ”

After speaking, he pulled down a silk ribbon with a big red flower from his horse and threw it to Fang Hao.

Fang Hao took the ribbon and was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "Why do you want to give you ten taels of silver?" ”

The lead officer was really annoyed, gritted his teeth and said, "I said that you deliberately pretended to be confused or did you really not understand?" The Ministry of Rites gave the master a few of these batches of red, and all the people who crossed the horse and paraded the streets had to give the master a reward of ten taels of silver, which was the rule. ”

Fang Hao sneered: "What if Lao Tzu doesn't give it? ”

"Then there is no red."

"If you don't, you won't want it."

"You ......" The leading officer was speechless, he had never seen such a stingy official.

He ripped off the saddle on the horse's back, glared at Fang Hao and said: "There is no silver reward, even the saddle is gone, get on the horse, the master will serve your iron rooster on the street." ”