Chapter 90: The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop
"My lord, this time is really not good, for four days, there is not a single patient, and the dozen or so doctors and apprentices recruited before can only sit there now; No one came to see the doctor, but the daily expenses are a lot, a month down, to store medicinal materials, pay salaries, these two alone, is dozens of taels of silver, so go on but to sit and eat the mountain empty, no, no, now the mountain is empty, the counter does not even have the silver turnover, can only borrow, when the new shop is repaired, a few carpenters and bricklayers have not paid the money, and now they are also coming to the door every once in a while to beg, and then don't think about a way......"
Still in the teahouse room opposite the Yamen of Yinxian County, Master Zhou's face was iron-blue, looking at Zhao Gao, who was so anxious that he stomped his feet, the anger on his face was even greater, and he gritted his teeth and said: "This is to force people to death, now you and I are taking out a lot of loans, and the expenses of Borentang's new and old stores are difficult to maintain." β
"It's better to ask someone from the county to seal his shop directly......" Zhao said in a low voice.
Master Zhou paced back and forth a few steps, and was about to turn around sharply, but the big sleeves pulled the lamp stand, and the lamp stand suddenly fell down, and Master Zhou's mood was even worse: "Seal the shop? In what name, are you the Son of Heaven as an official? Yin County is the place of government governance, there are county honors and county officials above the officials, and then there are prefects and Tongzhi, so many pairs of eyes, for no reason, a talented shop was sealed, is it not enough to make trouble? β
Zhao Gao was so frightened that he didn't dare to come out, and he looked depressed.
Master Zhou narrowed his eyes, his pupils contracted, and a trace of murderous intent flashed: "It's not without a way, tonight, you go and burn Borentang." β
"What?" Zhao Gao's frightened face was like earth, and he shivered: "Burn Borentang? β
Master Zhou sneered: "Yes, it is to burn Borentang, of course, be careful, the fire must be controlled, and it will be almost burned when it is burned." β
Zhao Gao's eyes lit up: "After it was burned, I came to the county to complain, and said that it was burned by Ye Chunqiu?" β
Master Zhou shook his head and said with a cruel smile: "This lawsuit can't go to the county, the relationship between Ye Chunqiu and the prefect is unclear, and even if the county comes to trial, Ye Chunqiu is a showman, and he has to go through the academic officer, you say that he Ye Chunqiu set fire, as long as the evidence is not conclusive, the academic official will never accept it, don't forget, then He Tixue regards Ye Chunqiu as a proud protΓ©gΓ©, He Tixue is said to be promoted, this time he wants to enter the Beijing division and serve in Hanlin; The successor scholar will never embarrass He Tixue, how much will he protect He Tixue, a proud protΓ©gΓ©, who will embarrass Ye Chunqiu with these scholars below? β
When Zhao Gao heard this, he felt a little desperate in his heart: "So, that Ye Chunqiu ......"
Master Zhou suddenly laughed, and his smile was quite terrifying: "But even if the county and the academic officials will protect him, there will be people who will never protect him, Hangzhou has already sent an official document, and Deng Jian, the inspector of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, is about to arrive in Ningbo, heh...... This person has a temperament like fire, and he is famous for not allowing sand in his eyes, if he knows that this Ye Chunqiu has a reputation for showing off his talents, bullying good people, and has a lot to do with the prefect and the master of the school, he will never show mercy, so ...... If you want to sue, you have to go to Deng Xun as soon as possible to sue, the imperial history of this world is all flies, and the eggs that are not sewn have to be bitten, not to mention that we will send a sewing to it. Ye Chunqiu...... Just wait for your reputation to be ruined. β
Zhou Zhushu said, the murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger, he fiercely picked up a pair of teacups on the table, and when the last word fell, he smashed the teacup to the ground, and then, he didn't pay attention to Zhao Gao, he was about to go out with his hands behind his back, and said with a sentence: "Other things, you don't need the old man to teach you, if Ye Chunqiu's uncle and nephew can still be at ease, you and I will not have a good life, and there is ...... Just in case, you don't have to come to the old man in the future, you can do it yourself. β
Bang, the door slammed shut.
Only Zhao Gao was left in the elegant room.
Zhao Gao shuddered, he knew that this was Master Zhou's book that let him fight for his life, if Ye Chunqiu's uncle and nephew did not die, he Zhao Gao would definitely die.
Zhao Gao's face also became cruel, and now there is no other choice.
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Since the coffin was opened, Ye Chunqiu and Sun Qi have been a little more leisurely, and they will not be busy until the middle of the night to send away all the patients, so they closed the shop and went back to their uncle's house as soon as it was dark.
As soon as I got home, I saw my little cousin writing and painting there, Sun Xin was enlightened, and probably only read a few words like learning and learning, every time Ye Chunqiu came back, my aunt Wang said: "Spring and Autumn are tired, hurry, go and rest, I'll go to hot dishes." Although he said this, his eyes looked at Sun Xin fiercely.
Sun Xin frowned sadly, holding a book and reading: "Zi said: "There is a king in Zhuxia, it is better to die than Di Yi." ββ
Ye Chunqiu didn't sound right, Nima, although the exams rely on the light brain, but usually do not have less contact with these things, now the four books and five classics, he takes them out of the light brain every day and reads them familiarly, how much he dabbles in one or two, Ye Chunqiu's temperament is a little obsessive-compulsive, and he doesn't want imperfect things to happen around him, so he sighed: "Cousin, I read it wrong, it's Di Yizhi Youjun, it's not as good as the death of Zhuxia, come, come, come, I'll ask you, where does this come from...... Oops, didn't you teach Mr. Mengxue? This comes from the Analects, come on, come on, you sit here with me. β
"Here we are." Sun Xin hurriedly stepped up and smiled flatteringly at Ye Chunqiu with the book.
Ye Chunqiu began to explain to him, but there were some things, he was like a mirror in his heart, his 'case leader' was too charming, or his aunt wanted Sun Xin to become a talent, and there was such a case leader at home, so naturally he wished that Ye Chunqiu would teach his cousin something, but it was inconvenient to say, so he thought about it.
This is human nature, Ye Chunqiu is not in a hurry to sleep anyway, he simply communicates with his little cousin, when the Wang family goes in and out, he sees that the two cousins are talking very happily, although he said, Xin'er, don't quarrel with your cousin, but he is happy in his heart.
But for Sun Xin, Ye Chunqiu also likes it very much, without Ye Chenliang's cunning, nor Ye Juncai's stupidity, although there is nothing to communicate with this big child, there is a kind of flattering kindness.
After dinner, Sun Qi saw that Sun Xin was still pestering Ye Chunqiu to speak, so he no longer let Ye Chunqiu communicate with him, and scared Sun Xin a few words, Sun Xin was speechless: "Cousin, it's time for you to practice calligraphy." β
This is Ye Chunqiu's habit before going to bed, so he went back to his room, the four treasures of the study room were newly bought by his uncle a few days ago, and now that he has money, he felt that Ye Chunqiu's pen was a little bare and too old, so he pondered to buy a pen, but was fooled by the people in the bookstore, and even the pen holder and inkstone were all in order.
I am a little unaccustomed to using this new pen, but I have written a lot, and when he is integrated into the realm of writing, Ye Chunqiu will gradually find some feeling, it is rare to be busy and leisurely, he is completely immersed in this state of selflessness.
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In the new week, ask for support, and, go to Sanjiang, everyone give Zhang Sanjiang a ticket, in fact, I understand very well, I don't want to order any recommendation votes or Sanjiang tickets to read books, many people just want to read quietly, and students who are free will raise their hands, and those who are not free are not forced, thank you.