The letter was sealed with cotton paper, and when he opened the seal, Situ Xi saw three sheets of tissue paper, preceded by a rectangular note, on which was written in a small line of small characters in Juanxiu's font: His Royal Highness the Nine Emperors personally opened.

It was the first time he had seen him by such a title, and it seemed that this person was probably really a summoner.

Cutting the note to the back, Situ Xi looked at the second one.

"Yu Mubin is living in the house, there are changes in the family, there is no place for life, and I have come to join."

was a little distressed, he claimed to be his guest, but he had no memory of his predecessor at all, let alone who Mu Ju was, and he couldn't even remember what it looked like to summon the emperor.

However, this man was quite clever in that he only mentioned "home" and did not write anything about the summoning of the country in the letter, let alone his origins.

Looking down further, the third piece of paper has a lot of pen and ink, and the light yellow rice paper is densely covered with black characters.

"Clumsy in life, there is almost no porridge to eat, and now I am exhausted, I pretend to borrow everywhere, I dare not forget, and I am all written on paper."

This is probably a self-description of this Mu Juzheng, saying that he is now poor and borrowing money from everywhere, and the next is the specific content.

At the end of January, he borrowed a rich farmer surnamed Zheng to cultivate a cow in Panxi City.

On February 13, Yu Quhecheng borrowed ten catties of pork from a butcher surnamed Guan and paid seventy yuan.

On the 17th, he gave ten taels of silver on credit in the west of Linwa City......

A rough count shows that there are more than 30 long and short contents, and this is not an IOU, all of which he wrote himself.

Regardless of whether he really borrowed these things, since you have "no porridge to eat", you still dare to go to the fence to watch the play and listen to the music?

……

"Boy, we can't save your father, let's go back."

Putting away the letter, Situ Xi walked into the house slowly, saw that the three of them were all sitting upright, and looked directly at the little boy beside the bed and said.

"Why! Daddy said, sir, you will definitely go and save him after reading the letter. The child, who had just been silent, immediately stood up and ran barefoot in front of Situ Xi, his face full of anxiety.

Zhong Lixuan on the side understood, what this kid said was one-sided after all, since his father was taken away by the people of the government, it must be reasonable. Xiang Gong must have read the letter, and now he said that he could not be helped, and it was not necessary that the person who came to Xiang Gong was a relative of Xiang Gong, or for some other reason, but Xiang Gong always made a mistake.

It's just that these realities are a bit cruel to a child.

"Do you know why he was taken away by the officials?" Situ Xi glanced at the boy.

"They said that my father did not have a household registration document in Chu State, and he was interrogated in the early hours of the morning and was sentenced to exile."

"Then why are you okay?"

"I am a native of Chu, and I am the righteous son recognized by my father." The little boy speaks fluently and logically.

Well, he is really not an idler, and he actually accepted a child from Chu as his godson on the road.

"Is it that simple?" Situ Xi squinted at the child, he didn't seem to know much about his father-in-law's feat.

The control of household registration in the state of Chu is a bit strict, but this is not too difficult for some meritorious nobles, who only need to go through a little procedure to make some displaced people dependent on themselves in accordance with the law.

"yes." The boy nodded.

"Think about it again, if he usually does anything else."

"Unusual behavior?" The child was asked, and after thinking for a while, he hesitated:

"Yes, my father would spend time hunting every day, and he used a bow and arrow to shoot large insects, and he also used a sharp axe to slaughter wild cattle. Isn't that what is being violated because of this? ”

Just now when he was still looking at the thin child in front of him, Situ Xi was stunned when he heard his answer:

"What do you say? What did he do? ”

"I used to shoot a big insect with a bow and arrow, and I ......"

"Lady! Go, ransom. ”

Zhong Li, who was listening carefully on the stool with his cheeks on his cheeks, was suddenly stunned.

……

"Shopkeeper, where did you get this poem?"

In the lobby of a government office, three or four officials gathered in a group, surrounding the fat shopkeeper of the sake restaurant, and one of the thick-eyebrow officials seemed to be questioning him, his voice a little stern.

"Master Chen, what are you going to do, don't scare the shopkeeper." A thin, short official beside him looked at the thick eyebrows with disgust, and then turned to the shopkeeper with a friendly smile.

"Don't panic, the shopkeeper, this old Chen loves poetry, he is happy to see the hunt, and he is a little anxious, and we have no malicious intent."

Surrounded by such officials, Lao Zhangtou had never had this kind of experience, and he was a little frightened.

"Big ...... Ladies and gentlemen, this recommendation was written by a regular customer in the store for the villain, and the little one doesn't know who he is. ”

Several officials looked at each other, and they also guessed the result, and the shopkeeper in front of them was probably also lucky, and he was fortunate to ask for a good poem.

"Looking at this poetic style, it doesn't seem to be those well-known masters in the city, is it a hermit in the mountains? Shopkeeper, how old are the regulars? ”

"Hmm...... About seventeen or eighteen years old. ”

"What?!" The officials were in an uproar, and the heads on their heads trembled twice.

"The shopkeeper said that this poem is definitely not something that Lang Jun can make in the year of dancing elephants." The thick-eyed official was a little angry.

"Shopkeeper Zhang, you are not authentic, there is quite a hermit style in this poem, it should be the voice of the open-minded after the vicissitudes of life." The thin official also frowned and looked at the shopkeeper.

The other picked up the rice paper on the table, held it in his hand at eye level, and recited:

"The loquat has been ripe with golden beads, and the mulberry is often a jade maggot at the beginning. Temporarily borrow ten cups of weeping lotus, and pour five carts of books on an empty stomach. ”

After a slight pause, he raised his head and stopped looking at the rice paper in his hand, and actually shook his head and recited the following:

"Green floating egg bowl locust bud cake, red dot ice plate weed leaf fish. Drunk and sleepy, it is a real career, and there is more than three flavors in this life. ”

"There is a general batch at the end of the article, which is an anecdote used to interpret the 'three mores'."

"Read a book a hundred times, and you will see its righteousness. Three remainders: the winter is more than the year, the night is the day, and the rainy is also the other. ”

The man couldn't help but smack his tongue after reading it, and then looked at his colleagues: "Tsk, I don't know which gentleman it is, it's all high-minded." ”

The thick-eyebrow official was also slightly intoxicated, recalling the wording in the poem, and then looked at the shopkeeper Zhang and said: "This poem has the meaning of persuading students to study, and the poet should be a respected elder." ”

Shopkeeper Zhang was already dizzy by what they said, isn't the poem over, why are there so many things, he looked at the few officials in front of him and put forward a hypothesis.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is indeed a little Langjun who gave this poem to the villain, I am happy...... Maybe it was a gift from his elders? ”

"Also, since there is the implication of persuasion, it should be for the juniors in the family."

Several officials frowned at this, and they preferred to believe this explanation.

In some cases, something false is more acceptable than it is true.

"Your sake restaurant won the first place in the preliminary selection on Yupan Street, thanks to that son. I wanted to communicate with the person who wrote the poem about the way of poetry, but since he was a hermit, he was just that. ”

First place! After standing in this mansion for a long time, these officials finally said something they could understand, and the boulder hanging in the heart of the shopkeeper Zhang fell calmly, and then he was overjoyed.

"Thank you, thank you."

Although these officials are not of high rank, they are also in charge of the neighboring streets, and their identities are very different from their own. Now they talk to themselves more kindly, Lao Zhang knows that he is touched with the blessing of Xige'er, no, it should be talent.

Shopkeeper Zhang doesn't care who wrote this poem, anyway, it was Situ Xi who gave it to him.

No, I should make up more silver for Xige'er when I go back.

patting the back of the fat shopkeeper in front of him, the thin official said with a smile:

"Shopkeeper, go and prepare the ingredients, you can't get the ranking just by relying on this recommendation. Let me tell you some news, this spring food party is actually specially prepared for the envoys of the Li Kingdom, maybe you can put some effort into this. If you can win, give us a few long faces. ”

……

"Xianggong, just talking in the courtyard, you can hear it in the house......"

On the way to Xuan'an Mansion, Qingyu and the little boy walked in the front, followed by Situ Xi and Zhong Lisu.

"It's okay, it's something that can be put on the surface. That Fan Lao just wants to see your father, and what I am talking about is just the paper talk of an ignorant young man. ”

After hearing this, Zhong Li was stunned to let go of his frowning brows.

"Xianggong, the alfalfa grass concubine you said has seen it in the ancient books of the house, but according to the experience of the predecessors, the grass seems to have a poor yield in Chu State, and it cannot replace the fine grain of horses, and I am afraid that there is a little discrepancy with what Xianggong said."

"Oh? Is it? ”

In fact, speaking of this matter, Situ Xi was also very puzzled, because in his previous life, alfalfa was brought back by Zhang Jian when he went to the Western Regions, which was the Han Dynasty.

According to the degree of development of this Chu country, since he can see this flower and plant by the river, someone should find its goodness.

However, he also asked someone a few days ago that horses in the army did not eat this pasture, and just now he only wanted to make his words weigh more, so he put this alfalfa matter as a weight on the balance of negotiations with Fan Lao.

After thinking about it carefully, Situ Xi gradually had some clues. Yes, this Chu country is located at the southern end, there is a lot of rain, and the land is mostly red soil, and the key condition that limits the output and quality of alfalfa is the almost neutral soil pH.

"This matter is not a big deal, and I am also going to hand over the matter of pasture to Fan Lao to study. Yes or no, little impact. Situ Xi knew what his wife was worried about.

"And he is a wise man, and the real thing is different from the suggestion, and what has not been verified by practice cannot be presented to the Holy God at will."

"That's good." Seeing that Situ Xi had the bottom in his heart, Zhong Lixuan smiled at ease.