Gongsun Zhuoyu finally knew why he didn't have enough money to spend. It turned out that he had eaten all of it in the stomachs of those masters. Facing the butler's gaze, he ripped off the jade pendant on his waist three or two times, dripping blood in distress: "Take it away, take it away!"
The housekeeper sighed, but couldn't hold back and said, "Sir, this is not the way to go in the long run. We still have to increase resources and reduce expenditure."
In other words, let him drink less flower wine for a few days. The seats in the Full Moon Tower are worth a lot of money, abalone, ginseng and belly, delicious food and wine. I can't talk about seven or eight taels of silver after a meal. How can a small magistrate's salary be able to withstand such a waste.
Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded: "You are right, let them eat less in the future, at most five steamed buns per meal."
After saying this, he walked away, strode into the backyard, and left the old housekeeper standing there at a loss.
Apart from the maids, the only female relatives in the house are the old lady Gongsun. She has an eye problem and can't see with both eyes. She only eats fasting and recites scriptures in the small Buddhist hall on weekdays, and does not easily step out of the room. But every year, he gives porridge to the poor people in plain clothes, and his benevolent name is outside.
Gongsun Zhuoyu's father died early, and he was brought up by the old lady when he was a child. He still has a bit of filial piety, so he would come every three or five to greet him, and accompany the old man to talk and chat.
"mother."
Gongsun Zhuoyu waved back the maid who stood at the door, pushed the door and entered the Buddhist hall. As expected, he saw the old lady reciting the scriptures in front of the Buddha, and there were also ancestral tablets of the Gongsun family enshrined on it. Incense was born, and the room was filled with the light scent of sandalwood.
Hearing the words, the old woman moved the hand of the rosary for a while, but did not look back, her voice was kind: "It turned out to be Zhuoyu, why, woke up?"
She was well-maintained, and although she was almost in age, she didn't look like she was in her mid-thirties. The clothes are simple, and the only decoration is a pair of long-lasting pearl earrings on the ears. Gentle in temperament, kind-hearted.
Gongsun Zhuoyu scratched his head and sat down on the futon beside her: "I woke up a long time ago, and I just tried a case."
For some unknown reason, the old lady sighed lightly: "Can you judge the grievances of the people?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Yes."
The old woman nodded and murmured, "That's good."
She donates porridge and food outside every year. She is blind, but her ears are not deaf. She wants to come and hear about her son's reputation. Naihe is just a virgin woman who is always powerless about some things.
The old lady said: "You are the parent and official of Jiangzhou, and the people are your subjects. You must be honest and upright, and don't treat them lightly and live up to your father's expectations."
Speaking of his deceased father, Gongsun Zhuoyu's expression became slightly subtle.
No one believed what he said. His cheap father was also an official. When the official position was the highest, he was a fourth-grade censor, and he was honest throughout his life. Unfortunately, there were too many people who offended him, so he retired early and returned to his hometown. Later, he was depressed and died of illness at home.
When Mr. Gongsun was buried after his death, it could barely be called a scene. The people of the county sent each other along the way, crying loudly. But it is a pity that no one remembers him after more than ten years, and he was poor for half his life, leaving nothing valuable.
Gongsun Zhuoyu lacked interest: "Mother, what you said makes my ears feel cocooned."
Mrs. Gongsun shook her head: "Go out, you are young, don't stay with your mother all the time, I'm already half-dead, don't get sullen."
Gongsun Zhuoyu had no choice but to leave: "Baby retire."
The ancient days were really uncomfortable. It was not easy to have games without games, computers without computers, and an ice cream meal, not to mention cake and steak. After Gongsun Zhuoyu left the Buddhist hall, he was in a panic, so he could only go to the front yard to play with his masters.
Chaotang Jianghu is originally two worlds, and the official has nothing to do with the ranger, but it still does not prevent high-ranking officials from recruiting talented people and cultivating customers in the mansion.
Gongsun Zhuoyu worshipped more than a dozen masters, although it sounds like a lot, but remembering that Lord Mengchang used to have 3,000 disciples, it is nothing compared to it.
He walked into the front yard, and from a distance, he heard a roar of stick-playing, full of energy, and shouted from a distance, "Master!"
There was a middle-aged black-clothed man in the court, with slightly protruding temples, a sturdy stature, and shrewd eyes. He was obviously a mid-level expert. Hearing this voice, he backhanded the stick: "It turned out to be Lord Gongsun."
Gongsun Zhuoyu recognized them as teachers, but they did not regard themselves as masters, but only regarded themselves as disciples. More than a dozen people in the rivers and lakes ranked by force, and Shi Qianqiu should be the leader, who was the "Master Father" that Gongsun Zhuoyu called just now.
When Shi Qianqiu saw Gongsun Zhuoyu coming over, he asked aloud: "Does the lord want to practice swords?"
Shi Qianqiu has been in the rivers and lakes for several years, and he is good at using the long sword. Because of his mysterious and unpredictable swordsmanship, it is as fast as lightning.
It stands to reason that this kind of person should not be accepted by a small magistrate of Gongsun Zhuoyu, but Shi Qianqiu once received the favor of the elder Gongsun when he was young, and because he had no place to settle, he simply settled in Jiangzhou and taught Gongsun Zhuoyu by the way. fencing.
Gongsun Zhuoyu waved his hand, found a stone stool and sat down: "Master was practicing the exercises just now?"
Shi Qianqiu was taciturn: "Exactly, those who practice martial arts like me have to move their muscles and bones every day."
Gongsun Zhuoyu raised his eyes and looked at him, with his hands on his sleeves, with a sincere expression: "Master, let's practice less."
As soon as they practice, they will consume physical strength, and when they consume physical strength, they will eat, and once they eat, they will have hundreds of steamed buns. Gongsun Zhuoyu was under too much pressure, he had never felt that the burden on him was so heavy.
Shi Qianqiu is a native of Jianghu.
Gongsun Zhuoyu sighed and looked up at the sky: "This official is diligent in the administration of the people, and he is honest and honest. Although there are many people around me, no one can relieve my worries. It is really a great regret in life."
Shi Qianqiu was waiting for a detailed question, but suddenly saw the housekeeper walking through the corridor all the way, and hurriedly ran over: "Sir, sire!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that there might be no money in the account again, and looked at him vigilantly: "What's the matter?"
The housekeeper looked around for him, panting from exhaustion: "Sir, it's easy to find me. Member Liu sent me a greeting card and I want to ask to see you."
Liu Yuanwai is Liu Yaozu's father. This old fox is not as stupid as his son. He came to the door for no reason. He must have come to give gifts and thanks for today's case.
Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyes lit up, and immediately got up from his position: "Quickly invite people to the main hall, forget it, you are too slow, this official will go by himself!"
After he finished speaking, he grabbed the hem of his robe and ran away without a trace.
And Shi Qianqiu was still thinking about what he just said, and turned to look at the other masters who were practicing: "The adults said that no one can understand his sorrow... What does this mean?"
One of the strong men threw a heavy stone lock and said, "Could it be that there is some troublesome scourge in Jiangzhou, which makes the adults suffocated?"
As soon as this statement came out, no one spoke up.
What kind of scourge can this Jiangzhou have, except for the robbers on Qingfeng Mountain, the tigers in Mizi Forest, and Gongsun Zhuoyu himself.
If there are foreign guests in the house, please come to the main hall to serve tea.
Liu Yuanwai didn't have the heart to enjoy it, he couldn't wait for Gongsun Zhuoyu, he just felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. He got up and paced back and forth for a while, just as he was about to call the maid to ask questions, but suddenly a green figure came into view, and immediately greeted him with a smile as if he had seen a living Buddha, cupped his hands and bowed: "Hey, Lord Gongsun, for a while. No, you're really getting more and more excited."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was still holding it up in front of outsiders. He picked up Liu Yuanwai and took a seat in the main seat: "Liu Yuanwai is also getting older and stronger."
Member Liu said with a smile: "The old man came uninvited, and hurriedly came to the door. He also asked the adults not to take offense. It's really a bastard. It caused a lot of trouble for the adults.
Gongsun Zhuoyu closed his eyes lightly: "Well, Linglang has indeed caused a lot of trouble for this official."
Liu Yuanwai's complexion changed slightly when he heard the words, he raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then summoned the servant girl and took out a brocade box, which contained an ancient book from the previous dynasty. I saw him holding both hands to Gongsun Zhuoyu, and said in a low voice: "Sir Suwen has a lot of knowledge and talent, and I collected some isolated ancient books a few days ago. After thinking about it, only adults can match it. Please accept it with a smile."
Books are definitely not ordinary books.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't answer, raised his hand to take it, turned the pages of the book calmly, but saw a small stack of silver bills in it, and closed it again. He finally saw a smile on his face: "Liu Yuanwai said this and it's gone. Although Linglang is a little bit of fun, he is also a child. How can this official really care about him?"
Liu Yuanwai scolded inwardly, Gongsun Zhuoyu, this blood-sucking black leech, is really a master of money! But still can only laugh: "Adults love their people like children, I admire them."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was about to say something when a blue ball of light suddenly bounced out like a cannonball. Piapiapia hit him on the head with his wings: [Let me catch it, let me catch it, you take a bribe, you take a bribe]
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that he was really haunted, he covered it with his sleeve, and secretly quickly took out the silver note and stuffed it into his arms, muttering, "I'll just go back."
After that, he threw the ancient book back into the brocade box.
009 flew around him: [Although I am a ball, but I am not blind, return the money, don't accept bribes]
When Gongsun Zhuoyu fell from power in his last life, he was charged with corruption and bribery. What's more, he is no longer considered bribery, but extortion.
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't even hear it. Everyone who knows him knows that he is a Pixiu, and he can't get in, so how can he spit out the money that is in his mouth.
System: [I'll call you if you don't pay it back]
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Why should you pay the money you get from your ability?"
[Stab—]
Gongsun Zhuoyu gritted his teeth: "No!"
[Stab—]
Gongsun Zhuoyu broke out in cold sweat: "Just don't pay it back!"
[Stab la la la la la la!]
Gongsun Zhuoyu fell off the chair with a thud: "I still pay."
Liu Yuanwai was standing next to him and was startled when he saw this. He quickly stepped forward to help Gongsun Zhuoyu up: "Aiyo, my lord, what's wrong with you, I'm sweating, do you want to invite a doctor to take a look?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu was convulsed by the electric shock, barely stood up from the ground with his support, and then took a breath. Under the coercion of the system, he could only take out a stack of silver notes in his arms and slapped them into his hands: "Give it back to you!"
Distressed about to cry.
Member Liu didn't know why, and even showed a bit of panic on his face: "Big... Sir, what do you mean?"
People like Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly don't receive money, which is very scary.
Gongsun Zhuoyu put on his sleeves without saying a word, leaned back on the chair to relax, and after a long while he said, "Ling Lang is not a murderer, this officer should clean up his grievances for him. "
Gongsun Zhuoyu took another look at the silver note, afraid that he would regret it, so he beat his chest in regret.
Liu Yuanwai thought to himself that the county magistrate was having some wind today, and it was as abnormal as letting the ghost get on his body. Give him money, he doesn't want it, don't give it, and I'm afraid of being hated. After thinking about it, I still feel uneasy.
So Gongsun Zhuoyu saw that Liu Yuan went out and returned, and turned back again, hesitatingly said: "Sir, I don't know if I should talk about it or not."
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't even bother to lift his eyelids: "Tell me."
Liu Yuan said: "The prefect of the prefect ordered a large table in my restaurant a few days ago, and asked to gather the Bazhen meal. He said that there is a big person coming, and it must not be sloppy. The old man guessed privately.
He said, lowered his voice, and pointed to the top: "I'm afraid some high-ranking officials will come down to inspect."
The largest restaurant in Jiangzhou was opened by Liu's family. Among them, Bazhenshan is a famous signature dish. If you want to make one, you need to prepare it ten days in advance, and it takes a lot of effort. Liu Yuanwai revealed this news because he wanted to sell Gongsun Zhuoyu a good deal.
Um? Is there an official coming down to inspect
Hearing this, Gongsun Zhuoyu sat up straight, thinking that there was no such thing in his last life, and the prefect didn't inform him in advance, did he want to hug his thighs alone
It's a misstep, a misstep, this kind of news has to be revealed by Liu Yuan outside, no wonder it was so hard for him to be promoted in his previous life.
"Cough," Gongsun Zhuoyu coughed in a low voice, "Did the prefect said when the banquet will be held?"
Liu Yuanwai bowed slightly: "Three days later, it will be in the prefectural garden."
Gongsun Zhuoyu was thoughtful, and immediately took his hand in response, tears welling up: "The kindness of Liu Yuanwai, this official will keep it in mind."
Liu Yuanwai thought that you shouldn't worry about my family's silver, Amitabha Buddha, and smiled: "What are you talking about, it's not early, then... the old man will leave first?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Come on, this official will send you!"
He took Liu Yuanwai's hand and directly sent the person to the door, showing the words "official and common people as one family" incisively and vividly, and confiscated all gifts.
The housekeeper thought that today is really weird, shook his head, and was about to let the maid clean up the tea cup, but heard Gongsun Zhuoyu say: "Quickly prepare a generous gift, and I will visit the prefect in three days!"
The housekeeper paused for a while: "Thick... courtesy?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu looked at him: "What's the problem?"
The housekeeper hesitated: "Sir, if the warehouse is empty, mice can run away. If there is no generous gift, is it okay to have a small gift?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "..."
Being an honest official is so hard, and he can't even give a decent gift. How can he hold his thighs in the future? !
Gongsun Zhuoyu was full of melancholy, he waved his hand and motioned for the housekeeper to step back. He squatted at the door and thought about it, and finally got up and walked into the study.
If there is no generous gift, he will make a generous gift himself, who is afraid of who.
Da Ye emphasized literature over martial arts, and the literati had a high status. Most of them were antique calligraphy and paintings when they sent gifts. Only a vulgar and greedy person like Gongsun Zhuoyu likes gold and silver.
When the butler saw him walk into the study, he couldn't help but follow him, but saw Gongsun Zhuoyu pulling out a large scroll from the dusty bookshelf, and then laying it flat on the table with a bang, looking like he was about to write.
Butler: "Sir, you want to practice calligraphy, why don't you pass on the maid to sharpen ink for you?"
Gongsun Zhuoyu corrected him: "It's not practicing calligraphy, it's painting."
Nowadays, the cheapest paintings of the literati are only a few thousand taels. Gongsun Zhuoyu can't afford them. Paint them yourself.