Hu Hanshan made a decision that made the Jiangxi bureaucrats and gentry present angry: "Do you want to beat up these old bangzi." ”

"I was disrespectful to the prince just now, and Weichen has long wanted to give this group of old bangzi an old fist."

Zhu Di no longer thinks about the purpose of the eldest son of the dignified Prime Minister Zuo, what can the four feudal kings be worthy of Hu Hanshan's plot, if they want silver but not silver, and if they want land without land.

I'm the only one left.

Could it be that Hu Hanshan could still plot against him.

Zhu Di had long seen that these Jiangxi bureaucrats and gentry were unhappy, but no one around him dared to say such bastard words, and laughed heartily without any concern: "No need, I still accompany this king to drink and listen to music." ”

"Gotcha." Hu Hanshan looked like a dog slave, wagged his tail and begged to personally open the door for Zhu Di, the king of Yan, and walked into the private room of the bureaucratic gentry who occupied Jiangxi together.

The Jiangxi bureaucrats and gentry could only watch Hu Hanshan enter, and made up their minds that they would impeach the envoy after they returned, so that Hu Hanshan would regret today's decision.

King Qin looked at the direction of Hu Hanshan's departure, only resentment remained, and if he had the opportunity, he must take care of Hu Hanshan, and he would also kill the prestige of Zhu Di, the king of Yan.

Where would Hu Hanshan pay attention to the situation outside, thinking about how to become a confidant of the future Emperor Taizong, looking at Zhu Di's slightly outdated pan-necked narrow-sleeved dragon suit: "Does the prince have free tomorrow." ”

Zhu Di was not sent in the sixth department, and there was time: "This king has free time, but he can't come to the Jiaofang Division to drink again tomorrow." ”

Hu Hanshan pretended to smile mysteriously: "Of course I didn't come to Jiaofang to drink, and I will give it to King Yan tomorrow." ”

What's on your mind?

Zhu Di has a tough mind, and there are not many things that can make him tempted, except for all kinds of talents, which are the Daming treasure banknotes used to rectify armaments: "I don't know what it is." ”

Hu Hanshan didn't answer mysteriously, and tried to persuade him to drink, but he didn't expect Zhu Di's amount of alcohol to be amazing, and he drunk Hu Hanshan, but Zhu Di was only slightly drunk.

The next day, it rained heavily.

Inside a dilapidated alley in Jiangning County.

Rainwater flowed down the eaves to the official ditch, and the turbulent water flowed out of the city from the front of the houses to the outside of the city.

A small room a few feet square.

A thin young man huddled in a corner wearing a shabby soft towel and a patched shirt.

The eyelids are tightly closed, and the lips are blue.

I've been in a coma for a few sticks of incense.

I don't know how long it has been.

The thin young man slowly woke up and looked around in a trance: "Look... It seems that I, Zhang Yu, have escaped another catastrophe. ”

"It's... Where is this again? ”

Zhang Yuliang trembled and stood up from the corner of the wall, looked at the clothes on his body, and took off the soft towel to wipe his face: "Look at the situation here, there should be people living here." ”

"I just hope that the master's family will go out to make a living and come back later, Zhang needs to recover some strength before leaving."

Zhang Yu trembled and walked to the wooden bed, wrapped himself in a thin cotton quilt, and saw a yellowed scroll at the head of the bed.

I took it in my hand and flipped it to the book cover and took a look.

"Miscellaneous Notes on Guan Xue"

"It seems that the master is a scholar, and he is proficient in Guan Xue, and he should go to the academy before he comes back."

Zhang Yu was hungry and had not eaten a little water and rice for a day.

Without thinking about which alley he was in Jiangning County, Zhang Yu stepped down from the bed and prepared to go to the stove room to find something to eat.

Push open the wooden door.

The sound of heavy rain beating on the green tiles was heard.

The inside of the fence was muddy, and there was a large splash on the waterlogged ground.

Zhang Yu looked around, and his mood was even worse: "The family is really poor, and I hope there is some surplus grain in the rice bowl." ”

This poor family has only two thatched huts and one tiled house.

There wasn't even an earthen wall, just a fence around the edge of the house.

Zhang Yu's hungry eyes were dizzy, and he didn't care about the cold and biting rain, and was ready to rush into the stove room in the rain to find some food.

Before he could take a step, an old woman came out of the stove with a coarse porcelain bowl with a gap, sheltered from the rain.

walked all the way to Zhang Yu, wiped a handful of rain on his face, and put the coarse porcelain bowl in Zhang Yu's hand: "Son, don't stand stupidly at the door, drink this bowl of white rice porridge." ”

"White rice nourishes people, and after drinking it, the illness will be cured."

Zhang Yu's hungry chest was pressed against his back, and he couldn't wait to eat all the bowls when he held the warm white rice porridge.

But he couldn't even open his mouth.

The mother who called him son in front of him was only in her thirties, and her face had already appeared markings, and she looked like she was in her fifties.

made Zhang Yu think of his deceased mother, as well as some of the past.

At that time, he was a student who was not engaged in production, and he sat at home every day and memorized eight strands of paper.

For the sake of the livelihood of the mother and son, the mother and mother could only go to the squire's house to be a tenant.

In order to earn two more mouthfuls of rice grain, cellar manure, ridge management, and hemp cutting...... There are more dry than croppers.

In just a few years, he has grown old and does not look good.

Zhang Yu revealed his true feelings, pushed the bowl in front of his mother, and his voice was slightly choked: "Mother eats first." ”

The mother looked at Zhang Yu lovingly: "Yu'er eat it, my mother has eaten it." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yu almost couldn't hold back his emotions and burst into tears.

He saw the open-mouth bowl next to the stove, and his mother had indeed eaten it.

It was the bran that the squires used to feed their cattle in their homes.

When the mother eats less, the son can eat more.

Zhang Yu knew that he couldn't resist his mother, so he drank the rice porridge with the most satisfied expression, and secretly swore in his heart that he would let this lonely old lady live a good life when he earned money in the future.

hasn't waited for Zhang Yuhao's way out in the future.

Several men wearing brown plackets and oil-paper umbrellas kicked open the fence and walked in.

Liu Lezi, who was at the head, said in an unkind tone: "Zhang Li's family, the day of the money has come for several days, if you don't have the money today, you can take the house." ”

Zhang Li looked at the menacing men, and his first reaction was to protect his son behind him.

Step by step, retreat to a corner where you can't retreat anymore, you can only beg them for a few more days.

How could Zhang Yu look at his mother, who regarded him as his son, begging Liu Lezi and scolding: "Liu Lezi, you have to think about it, according to the law of the Ming Dynasty, steal and sell other people's houses, one piece of land, one house, fifty flogs." ”

"Tian Wuqi, three houses, eighty rods, two years."

"Although Zhang's house is not covered by tiles, there are three rooms, if this matter is in the county government, you won't be able to eat and walk around."

Liu Lezi glanced at Zhang Yu, looked at it carefully for a long time, and Zhang Yu wanted to take the road and escaped: "Yo, Xiucai Gong is finally willing to come back, I haven't seen my ability for so many years." ”

"Still making trouble in the county office? It is clearly written in black and white, even if it makes trouble to the Yamen of Yingtianfu, Lao Tzu is not afraid. ”

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