Yang Fenglou and Niu Si walked out of the door of the inn, and when they raised their eyes, they could see that at the door of the post station opposite, a large group of people were gathering together, pointing at the door of the post station.

Squeezing into the crowd, a middle-aged man sat on the ground dejectedly without saying a word, and a post guard stood next to him, scolding.

After a closer look, Yang Fenglou was happy, this person really knew him, it was Mr. Zhang, the account room in Zhang Dashanren's house.

"Mr. Zhang, how did you get here?"

Yang Fenglou did not shy away from it, and stepped forward directly and picked him up.

When Mr. Zhang saw that it was Yang Fenglou, his body suddenly shook, some happy, and afraid, and finally cried and said, "Oops...... Yang Da ......"

But he was stopped by Yang Fenglou's sharp eyes, slightly stunned, and swallowed the word "adult" back, Mr. Zhang changed his mouth casually: "...... Brother, Brother Yang, I found you......"

"Huh...... Mr. Zhang, don't come to harm, you haven't told me yet, what's going on?"

Mr. Zhang's face was embarrassed, and before he could speak, the post guard next to him spoke.

"What's going on!? This guy took a note, saying that it was a paper note approved by the Jiedu envoy, and came to our post station to cheat and cheat and drink, and said that it was a tribute, and it didn't count after eating and drinking, and he wanted to blackmail us!"

Yang Fenglou was stunned for a moment and asked, "Mr. Zhang, are you still with the Jie Du Envoy, do you have an old relationship?"

"There was a one-sided relationship, alas, ......"

Yang Fenglou listened to Mr. Zhang's description, and then understood what was going on.

It turned out that Mr. Zhang went to Chang'an from Zhaozhou to participate in the imperial examination, and when he passed by Hezhong Mansion, because of the relationship between his peers, he did visit the Jiedu envoy in the river, and really obtained a paper talisman from the hand of the Jiedu envoy, so that he could use the Datang post station system in Hezhong for free.

It's just that it was a few years ago.

This time I returned to Zhaozhou from Chang'an, and the money and food were exhausted, so I had no choice but to turn out this paper talisman and prepare to eat and drink a lot.

The head of the Jinju Seongnam Station did not embarrass him, served him with good food and drink, and prepared to send him away.

Who knows, after Mr. Zhang was full of food and drink, he suddenly remembered an old news many years ago, and wanted to ask for some entanglement from the post station, so he applied the routine in the old news, called the post chief, pointed to the paper and asked him, it said "only for food", now that the diet is over, where is the "only"?

The post chief was stunned, what does it mean to "just"?

Mr. Zhang told him that this "only" is not a cow or a horse, a mule or a donkey, but a foreign body.

The post chief didn't get used to him at all, so he just blasted it out, and asked him to make up for the goods used in the "diet", otherwise, let him work in the post station to compensate.

After Yang Fenglou heard this, he couldn't help crying and laughing.

He had also heard of that old news, it seemed to happen in Jiangnan Province, and a "just" really blackmailed the post station for 3,000 yuan of money and grain, but that incident happened seventy or eighty years ago, and the post station at that time and the post station now are completely different things!

At the beginning of the establishment of the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Taizong paid special attention to the construction of post stations, and explicitly ordered to set up a post station every 30 miles along the post road, with local wealthy families as post chiefs.

In the process of implementing this order, the taste changed, and the local wealthy families opened a large number of inns and tea shops around the post station in the name of subsidizing the use of the post station, but most of the money obtained fell into their own pockets.

Over time, the post station became more and more dilapidated, and those rich families became more prosperous one by one.

The reason why that "that's it" was able to succeed was that they caught the psychology of the rich post chief, who just wanted to make a fortune in silence, but they didn't want to offend the people around them.

And Mr. Zhang obviously found the wrong person this time.

After the Anshi Rebellion, the princes of the court also realized that it was not a way to hand over the nodes of the post station system to the wealthy merchants, so they changed the order and sent personnel from the court to be the post chiefs of the post stations in the world.

This post chief, not the other post chief!

Against an official, what benefits can be gained by playing this set?

Yang Fenglou looked at Mr. Zhang and was speechless for a while.

And the post guard was still chattering, "I don't think he is a tribute at all, and the paper talisman is also forged! Old guy, do you know what the crime of forging the Datang Talisman is!?"

When Yang Fenglou heard this, he couldn't ignore it, otherwise, if he wanted to see Mr. Zhang again, he would at least have to go to Yazhou.

"Hey, this little brother, you can't say that, my brother Zhang, whose ancestral home is Zhaozhou, is a fake tribute student, but the field is not very satisfactory, so I remembered to take the exam and return to the field, don't talk nonsense...... Let's see, on the paper note, is it the seal of the lord of the festival? In this way, you can take these two hundred texts, and you should pay for his food......

The postman pouted, "There are still three hundred." ”

Yang Fenglou was angry for a while, although the purchasing power of copper coins at the end of the Tang Dynasty was not as good as before, but two hundred wen was enough for a family of three to support for a few days, why do you need three hundred?

Mr. Zhang beside him blushed and said, "I stayed for five days......"

Yang Fenglou: "......"

Helped Mr. Zhang make up the copper coin, Yang Fenglou took him back to the inn, Mr. Zhang saw that all the Zhao family class was there, and he was even more ashamed, and muttered vigorously, "Sven sweeps the floor...... Sven sweeps the floor".

Yang Fenglou led him into the room and asked.

"Tell me, how did you get here?"

Mr. Zhang let out another long sigh.

It turned out that after Mr. Zhang learned that Zhang Dashan was a Jiangyang thief, he obeyed Yang Fenglou's arrangement, and did not follow the funeral on the grounds of illness, and had to be arranged by Yang Fenglou to take care of the loaches secretly, so he finally did not suffer any embarrassment, but he couldn't stay in Chang'an City, so he packed his bags and prepared to return to his hometown.

How could the income from the accounting office in Zhang's Mansion be almost confiscated by the official army, and just walked to Jinzhou, he was shy and unable to continue three meals, so he had to consider "just" as a last resort, if he hadn't met Yang Fenglou, I really didn't know how miserable it was.

Yang Fenglou nodded, and after being silent for a long time, he spoke directly.

"In my Guihe class, there is a shortage of an account room, so I ask Mr. Zhang to return to his old business, how about it?"

"I ...... I don't really want to do ......."

Mr. Zhang knows what Yang Fenglou does, and he knows what the existence of the Right Dragon Wujun is, and now he meets Yang Fenglou in Jinzhou, and uses the drama troupe to cover up his identity, he knows that there is nothing good at a glance, he really doesn't want to wade into this troubled water.

However, Yang Fenglou smiled slightly, and with a word, Mr. Zhang agreed dejectedly.

"Do you want to live, or do you want to die?"

This is exactly what Yang Fenglou said when he saw Mr. Zhang for the second time, when he was holding Mr. Zhang's neck with a knife, and there were two sentences behind it, "If you want to die, let you go, if you want to live, you have to be obedient." ”

Obviously, now, you have to be obedient.

Yang Fenglou looked at Mr. Zhang's promise to be the bookkeeper of Guihe's class, stood up, and patted him on the shoulder cordially.

"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly...... By the way, the 500 wen will be deducted from your monthly money......"

Mr. Zhang: "......"