Zhao Bocong rubbed his eyes and plucked out his ears, he couldn't believe what he saw and heard. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the official under him, he believes in it, and the official sent to give out the bereavement pension?

The village girl turned her head to look behind her, and when she saw Gu Fan and Zhao Bocong, she was slightly blessed embarrassed. She didn't seem to want to delay others, so she had to grit her teeth: "Okay, 2000 Wen is 2000 Wen." "With her own commoners, facing the imperial court and facing the yamen, she has no choice but to compromise.

"Fill out this form. The fat man looked at her contemptuously, ran his fingers into the table, and took out a form and placed it in front of the village girl.

For thousands of years, no matter how the world has changed, this government department has remained the same, and nothing has changed.

The village girl took the form and was about to fill in the name of the recipient.

I didn't want the fat official to stretch out his big fat hand and block her.

The village girl was stunned for a moment, and looked at the fat official across the counter with a puzzled expression.

"Who are you from the dead?" asked the fat officer.

"I'm his sister. The village girl said.

"Sister, then let your parents do it." The fat official said expressionlessly.

"I ...... My parents are gone. ”

"It's a nuisance. The fat official muttered, "What about my brother?"

"Brother...... My brother went to join the army. I don't have an uncle. "The village girl behaved helplessly. The subtle, strong and courageous expression of facing all kinds of difficulties, but being ruthlessly forced into a desperate situation by reality, is like a sharp knife, piercing Zhao Bocong's heart one by one.

"Then it can't be helped. The fat official didn't raise his eyelids, and waved his hand very casually: "The daughter who got married, the water that was spilled, you are not this family, what kind of pension do you come to receive?"

There is not a trace of pity, not a trace of sympathy. Instead, he snatched back the two pieces of money in the hands of the village girl, and his movements were swift and extraordinary, just like a martial arts master.

"That'...... What about my brother's medical expenses? My lord, please, my brother is sick and I really need this money. ”

She pleaded. It's a pity that it's not an egg.

"What are you crying for? This bereavement is the grace of the officials. Naturally, it is for his family and his descendants. You are a woman, you dare to take the risk, you can't get it? Come on! Cross out with me. ”

The fat official shouted for the official to drive the village girl out.

When Zhao Bocong saw it, he was trembling with anger. "You!"

But he hadn't gotten angry yet, accusing the other party of being inhumane, but he didn't want the fat official to speak first, he said, "What are you? Do you have a family member who has died? It's really your own family that is dead, come again." If not, if you dare to come and take it, you must be careful that the court law is ruthless!"

This fat man is really cowardly, and he dares to curse Zhao Bocong's family to die.

But Zhao Bocong couldn't do anything about him. Although Zhao Bocong is the emperor, there is neither TV nor the Internet in this era, and it is really not easy to know what the emperor looks like.

Go up and scuffle yourself?

Zhao Bocong was very self-aware, and let him write and paint, but he was reluctant. Fighting? There is a share of being beaten.

There was no way, so he turned around and walked out of the yamen angrily.

And the fat official even said deadly: "Hmph! Damn the northerners, I want to cheat the pension! I don't think about the hatred of the country and the family, and I am bent on money, so I can't hide from my Zhao San's fiery eyes!"

He's still very proud.

"Be cautious. This northerner has been away from the country for decades, and he has long been loyal to the king, and these people don't give a son. It's good to be all dead......" he loudly instructed his group of officials.

When Gu Fan left, there was still a pat on the horse in his ears.

If it weren't for the fact that there was an emperor by his side today, worried that Zhao Bocong would be assassinated, Gu Fanfei would teach this bastard how to behave.

"Your Majesty. ”

Out of the yamen, Gu Fan came to Zhao Bocong's side.

"Phew--"

Zhao Bocong didn't get angry, but was following the woman.

Is there anything special about that village girl?

Gu Fan and the others followed, and they bit their lower lipes vigorously all the way to the village girl, trying to suppress the sourness in their hearts, trying not to let tears flow down their cheeks. As if she knew that as long as she cried. All the pretense of being strong, all the hope, all the things that support her to go on will collapse.

The most pitiful thing is not despair, let alone the "sick like Xi Shi's belly" of talented and beautiful people. What is really pitiful is often the strength of this absolute.

Gu Fan didn't say anything about this, he only knew that the more this village girl was like this, the more unlucky the fat man would be afterwards.

In order for the fat man to "deserve it", Gu Fan accompanied Zhao Bocong to watch it.

"Hmph, what are you doing after going for so long? ”

As the saying goes, blessings come from nothing, and disasters do not go alone.

The middle-aged boss, who had already lost most of his head and only had gray curly hair on his temples, pushed a dish to the front of the counter and said coldly: "Didn't you say that it would be a quarter of an hour, take a look! Look at it, what time is it!"

A small restaurant, apparently where she hit, and the owner was not nice to him.

The village girl apologized in a low voice, immediately went to work, delivered the vegetables and egg drop soup to a white old man, and said with a smile: "Uncle, your meal." ”

After the meal was delivered, she straightened up and was about to walk back, when the old man asked her, "Girl." What's going on?"

"......" The village girl shook her head and didn't speak, no matter how hard and tired she was, she had to bear the smell by herself.

"I'm in trouble. The old man looked at her kindly. The more she is like this, the more people can't help but want to help her.

Oh, and not all of them.

"What else could it be? Of course, the court didn't pay a pension. I knew it. How could these southerners be so kind? The people also gave twenty taels. If you really want to give, there will be no rich and unkind people in this world. ”

The restaurateur leaned against his counter with a "I already knew" look.

"I see. The old man thought for a moment, took the money out of his bosom, and said as he gave it to her, "Girl, don't be discouraged! Come, although my old man doesn't have much money, he can still help with 100 yuan. Come! ”

"No, I can't ask for it, uncle!"

"Give it to you, and you will take it! Don't you still have a husband and brother to take care of? There are not many good people like you. Go buy yourself something tasty. Look at you, your face has lost a circle. ”

The village girl wanted to cry very much. just threw himself into the arms of the old woman, venting all the grievances and all the sorrows. But...... She couldn't.

That's how she feels, a strong widow who doesn't cry.

On the contrary, the people who watched wanted to cry.

Whether it's Zhao Bocong or Gu Fan, their eyes are red and they all feel like they're going to cry.

"Thank you. ”

On the contrary, the village girl was very strong, she did not cry, accepted the old man's kindness, turned around and went to work again.

It's hard to dismantle it!(To be continued.) )