Chapter 133
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 133
The soldiers stopped the ox cart at the end of the convoy and scolded the old man who was driving the cart.
This car is obviously not the carriage of the Wei Wangfu. The Wei Wangfu has a unique mark on the carriage, which is easy to identify.
The old man driving the car was quite old, with gray hair, and his thin clothes were blown against his bony body by the cold wind. I don't know if he was frozen or frightened, and he was shivering.
Hearing the words, the old man quickly reined in the reins and said with a smile: "So that the generals will know that the little old man did not want to infiltrate the city, but the charcoal was bought by the steward of the Wei palace, and the young old man was required to Take it to the Wei Palace, look at this..."
"no!"
A few soldiers were about to let go, when a shout suddenly came from their ears, and they turned to look, but it was Lord Captain Du who came down from the city tower.
The steward of Prince Wei's mansion was immediately dissatisfied: "This is the bamboo charcoal purchased by the mansion, why did the general block it?"
That Duwei was quite righteous: "It's unfair to ask you to wait first, but because of the affection of His Royal Highness Prince Wei, everyone can bear it. But this bullock cart is not owned by the palace, if a certain allows it to enter the city, how to deal with those The common people and merchants explain?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden applause from the crowd.
At any time, honest officials are welcome to everyone.
The steward of Prince Wei's mansion was furious. Relying on the reputation of Prince Wei, he always ran rampant in this border. How could he ever encounter such difficulties?Just as he was about to refute a few words, he was suddenly pulled by someone behind him.The steward turned his head in amazement, and the man behind him whispered in his ear: "There are many officials from other places here right now. If they are mixed up, I'm afraid it will damage His Highness's prestige."
The steward thought it was reasonable, but his heart was uneasy, he gave the commander a vicious look, turned around and pulled out two rolls of silk, one red and one yellow, from a cart, and threw them on the yoke of the old man's ox cart, saying: "This is charcoal. You will go to the palace to deliver the bamboo charcoal in the afternoon. If you dare to collect the charcoal but don't deliver it, hum, I will peel your skin!"
After speaking, he waved and scolded the team for continuing to enter the city.
The old man was stunned, looked at the two thin rolls of silk on the chariot, and hurriedly pulled the sleeve of the steward: "Please walk slowly... this... little old man's charcoal has three hundred kilograms, you silk I'm afraid that silk is not enough..."
Even though he was stopped several times by the defending soldiers, he still felt that he had lost face and was angry. Now the old man was chattering non-stop, and he was suddenly angry. He turned around and turned his mouth with a big mouth, which was slapped on the old man's face.
"Snapped"
The old man was caught off guard, staggered by a slap, covered his face and looked at the manager in disbelief, not understanding why he was beaten.
The steward said angrily, "You're immortal, don't you want to be shameless? The palace bought your charcoal, which is the accumulation of virtue from your ancestors, and I gave you two pieces of silk and satin, isn't that enough?"
The old man covered the corner of his bleeding mouth and glanced aggrievedly at the two silks on the hood, thinking, is this silk?Besides, it's only a few feet, so how come there are two horses?
People don't fight with officials. The old man understands the truth. He has lived to such an old age, why haven't he seen it before?Even if this steward is not an official, as the steward of the Wei Wangfu, he is more powerful than ordinary officials.
But thinking about the paralyzed old woman at home, thinking about the empty rice jar, I have to beg hard: "I also ask the noble to give you a little more..."
But the steward's face was full of impatience: "You old man, don't try to make an inch! I put the words here, and the carbon capital has already been paid. If you dare to sell it to others, I will give you a discount!"
The old man stared blankly at the two rolls of silk, wanting to cry without tears.
Silk is not silk, it is much thinner and rougher, and its value is even more different.
It took more than a month of hard work to burn out this car of charcoal, and in the end, it was exchanged for such a little thing?
But what can be done?
That's Prince Wei's Mansion, His Majesty's most beloved Prince!Dare to run?I'm afraid I'll be caught wherever I go, and at that time, the ending will be even more unimaginable...
The old man's pale face was full of sorrow, and he silently squatted on the ground without saying a word.
The road into the city was blocked by the ox cart pulling the charcoal, and the officials behind him became impatient and gradually surrounded him.At first, there were people who wanted to scold, but when they heard that the domineering steward was actually someone from the Wei Palace, they all kept their mouths shut.
But my mind is naturally different.
Fang Jun's carriage was not far away, and he saw the domineering practices of the stewards of the Wei Palace in his eyes.
He is not an angry youth, or in fact, he has already passed the age of an angry youth. He is used to seeing the darkness of society, so he will not have the urge to be angry with the crown.
Class, oppression, exploitation...
These are ugly elements that no society can eliminate. It can even be said that they are the original sin of human society and the dirtiest seeds buried in the hearts of human beings.
But he was still upset.
If you are not angry with the youth, it does not mean that you will join forces, and it does not mean that you will allow shameless oppression to happen in front of your eyes.
For the whole society, he is powerless, but what is happening in front of him, if he has the ability, he will stand up.
What's more, the opposite is Li Tai, King of Wei?
He would be happy to add a little block to Li Tai.
How to do it?
Go out and show your prestige and beat up these stewards of the Wei Palace?
The effect is very poor, the fat man Li Tai will not feel distressed at all.
So, let's be ruthless, and let that guy Li Tai grit his teeth when he thinks of Fang Jun from now on. Anyway, that guy can't be an emperor, so what are you afraid of...
Fang Jun lifted the curtain of the car, jumped down, shouldered his hands, and walked slowly between the steward of Prince Wei's mansion and the old charcoal seller.
The officials waiting to enter the city were stunned for a while. Most of them did not recognize Fang Jun. They thought that someone really dared to meddle in the gossip of Prince Wei's mansion?
But how could the steward of the Wei Wangfu not know the club of this famous capital?I know that I have done too much. When facing Fang Jun, it is inevitable that I will feel guilty, but this one dares to confront his own prince. If he wants to beat himself, there is no pressure...
Several stewards looked at each other in dismay, and they all took a step back in shock, and the leader said sternly: "Fang... Erlang, it has nothing to do with you at this time, that..."
He swallowed his mouth and spit, but he still did not dare to say the cruel words.
Guess Fang Jun didn't even look at them, he looked at the ox cart full of bamboo charcoal and sighed.
"A charcoal seller, cutting fuel and burning charcoal in the southern mountains.
The face is full of dust and fireworks, the temples are ashen and the fingers are black..."
Everyone was stunned.
The steward of the Prince of Wei's mansion looked astonished, why are you a fool and a coward, you know how many big characters you can read, are you going to write a poem?
The officials onlookers looked disgusted, what kind of education is this, and the flat rhyme is not right at all...
Even the servants of the house all covered their faces and wanted to say: Erlang, we have always been crushed by force. You can just slap it with your big mouth. Why do you want to play Sven? what……
Fang Jun, however, seemed to be ignorant of the reactions around him, and continued to sigh in a sigh:
"Where is the money from selling charcoal?
Poor shirt is single, worrying about charcoal and wishing it will be cold.
A foot of snow outside the city at night, Xiao drove a charcoal car to the ice.
The cows were hungry and the people were hungry before they entered the city, and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are Pian Pian two riding?The scarlet shirt in the palace of the King of Wei.
Hold the clerical dictation, and return to the car to lead north.
A carload of charcoal, more than a thousand catties, is not a pity for a manager to drive a general.
Half a piece of red silk and a zhang of silk, tied to the bull's head and filled with charcoal..."
"Hs...hs..."
At first, everyone wanted to see Fang Jun's jokes, but after listening to the whole poem, the officials gasped.
It's so cruel, isn't it?
It is like nailing His Royal Highness King Wei to the pillar of shame in history!
My head hurts. The doctor said it was caused by the lack of tickets... What should I do?
(End of this chapter)
The soldiers stopped the ox cart at the end of the convoy and scolded the old man who was driving the cart.
This car is obviously not the carriage of the Wei Wangfu. The Wei Wangfu has a unique mark on the carriage, which is easy to identify.
The old man driving the car was quite old, with gray hair, and his thin clothes were blown against his bony body by the cold wind. I don't know if he was frozen or frightened, and he was shivering.
Hearing the words, the old man quickly reined in the reins and said with a smile: "So that the generals will know that the little old man did not want to infiltrate the city, but the charcoal was bought by the steward of the Wei palace, and the young old man was required to Take it to the Wei Palace, look at this..."
"no!"
A few soldiers were about to let go, when a shout suddenly came from their ears, and they turned to look, but it was Lord Captain Du who came down from the city tower.
The steward of Prince Wei's mansion was immediately dissatisfied: "This is the bamboo charcoal purchased by the mansion, why did the general block it?"
That Duwei was quite righteous: "It's unfair to ask you to wait first, but because of the affection of His Royal Highness Prince Wei, everyone can bear it. But this bullock cart is not owned by the palace, if a certain allows it to enter the city, how to deal with those The common people and merchants explain?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden applause from the crowd.
At any time, honest officials are welcome to everyone.
The steward of Prince Wei's mansion was furious. Relying on the reputation of Prince Wei, he always ran rampant in this border. How could he ever encounter such difficulties?Just as he was about to refute a few words, he was suddenly pulled by someone behind him.The steward turned his head in amazement, and the man behind him whispered in his ear: "There are many officials from other places here right now. If they are mixed up, I'm afraid it will damage His Highness's prestige."
The steward thought it was reasonable, but his heart was uneasy, he gave the commander a vicious look, turned around and pulled out two rolls of silk, one red and one yellow, from a cart, and threw them on the yoke of the old man's ox cart, saying: "This is charcoal. You will go to the palace to deliver the bamboo charcoal in the afternoon. If you dare to collect the charcoal but don't deliver it, hum, I will peel your skin!"
After speaking, he waved and scolded the team for continuing to enter the city.
The old man was stunned, looked at the two thin rolls of silk on the chariot, and hurriedly pulled the sleeve of the steward: "Please walk slowly... this... little old man's charcoal has three hundred kilograms, you silk I'm afraid that silk is not enough..."
Even though he was stopped several times by the defending soldiers, he still felt that he had lost face and was angry. Now the old man was chattering non-stop, and he was suddenly angry. He turned around and turned his mouth with a big mouth, which was slapped on the old man's face.
"Snapped"
The old man was caught off guard, staggered by a slap, covered his face and looked at the manager in disbelief, not understanding why he was beaten.
The steward said angrily, "You're immortal, don't you want to be shameless? The palace bought your charcoal, which is the accumulation of virtue from your ancestors, and I gave you two pieces of silk and satin, isn't that enough?"
The old man covered the corner of his bleeding mouth and glanced aggrievedly at the two silks on the hood, thinking, is this silk?Besides, it's only a few feet, so how come there are two horses?
People don't fight with officials. The old man understands the truth. He has lived to such an old age, why haven't he seen it before?Even if this steward is not an official, as the steward of the Wei Wangfu, he is more powerful than ordinary officials.
But thinking about the paralyzed old woman at home, thinking about the empty rice jar, I have to beg hard: "I also ask the noble to give you a little more..."
But the steward's face was full of impatience: "You old man, don't try to make an inch! I put the words here, and the carbon capital has already been paid. If you dare to sell it to others, I will give you a discount!"
The old man stared blankly at the two rolls of silk, wanting to cry without tears.
Silk is not silk, it is much thinner and rougher, and its value is even more different.
It took more than a month of hard work to burn out this car of charcoal, and in the end, it was exchanged for such a little thing?
But what can be done?
That's Prince Wei's Mansion, His Majesty's most beloved Prince!Dare to run?I'm afraid I'll be caught wherever I go, and at that time, the ending will be even more unimaginable...
The old man's pale face was full of sorrow, and he silently squatted on the ground without saying a word.
The road into the city was blocked by the ox cart pulling the charcoal, and the officials behind him became impatient and gradually surrounded him.At first, there were people who wanted to scold, but when they heard that the domineering steward was actually someone from the Wei Palace, they all kept their mouths shut.
But my mind is naturally different.
Fang Jun's carriage was not far away, and he saw the domineering practices of the stewards of the Wei Palace in his eyes.
He is not an angry youth, or in fact, he has already passed the age of an angry youth. He is used to seeing the darkness of society, so he will not have the urge to be angry with the crown.
Class, oppression, exploitation...
These are ugly elements that no society can eliminate. It can even be said that they are the original sin of human society and the dirtiest seeds buried in the hearts of human beings.
But he was still upset.
If you are not angry with the youth, it does not mean that you will join forces, and it does not mean that you will allow shameless oppression to happen in front of your eyes.
For the whole society, he is powerless, but what is happening in front of him, if he has the ability, he will stand up.
What's more, the opposite is Li Tai, King of Wei?
He would be happy to add a little block to Li Tai.
How to do it?
Go out and show your prestige and beat up these stewards of the Wei Palace?
The effect is very poor, the fat man Li Tai will not feel distressed at all.
So, let's be ruthless, and let that guy Li Tai grit his teeth when he thinks of Fang Jun from now on. Anyway, that guy can't be an emperor, so what are you afraid of...
Fang Jun lifted the curtain of the car, jumped down, shouldered his hands, and walked slowly between the steward of Prince Wei's mansion and the old charcoal seller.
The officials waiting to enter the city were stunned for a while. Most of them did not recognize Fang Jun. They thought that someone really dared to meddle in the gossip of Prince Wei's mansion?
But how could the steward of the Wei Wangfu not know the club of this famous capital?I know that I have done too much. When facing Fang Jun, it is inevitable that I will feel guilty, but this one dares to confront his own prince. If he wants to beat himself, there is no pressure...
Several stewards looked at each other in dismay, and they all took a step back in shock, and the leader said sternly: "Fang... Erlang, it has nothing to do with you at this time, that..."
He swallowed his mouth and spit, but he still did not dare to say the cruel words.
Guess Fang Jun didn't even look at them, he looked at the ox cart full of bamboo charcoal and sighed.
"A charcoal seller, cutting fuel and burning charcoal in the southern mountains.
The face is full of dust and fireworks, the temples are ashen and the fingers are black..."
Everyone was stunned.
The steward of the Prince of Wei's mansion looked astonished, why are you a fool and a coward, you know how many big characters you can read, are you going to write a poem?
The officials onlookers looked disgusted, what kind of education is this, and the flat rhyme is not right at all...
Even the servants of the house all covered their faces and wanted to say: Erlang, we have always been crushed by force. You can just slap it with your big mouth. Why do you want to play Sven? what……
Fang Jun, however, seemed to be ignorant of the reactions around him, and continued to sigh in a sigh:
"Where is the money from selling charcoal?
Poor shirt is single, worrying about charcoal and wishing it will be cold.
A foot of snow outside the city at night, Xiao drove a charcoal car to the ice.
The cows were hungry and the people were hungry before they entered the city, and they rested in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are Pian Pian two riding?The scarlet shirt in the palace of the King of Wei.
Hold the clerical dictation, and return to the car to lead north.
A carload of charcoal, more than a thousand catties, is not a pity for a manager to drive a general.
Half a piece of red silk and a zhang of silk, tied to the bull's head and filled with charcoal..."
"Hs...hs..."
At first, everyone wanted to see Fang Jun's jokes, but after listening to the whole poem, the officials gasped.
It's so cruel, isn't it?
It is like nailing His Royal Highness King Wei to the pillar of shame in history!
My head hurts. The doctor said it was caused by the lack of tickets... What should I do?
(End of this chapter)
