"Uncle is right."
After his uncle Zhu Shouren finished speaking, Zhu Ping'an nodded slightly, as if in agreement, and then turned to Feng Hushu and said, "You can't write the word Zhu with one stroke. My uncle and I are from the same family, so how could you want to seize my family's land? Feng Hushu, don't slander my uncle."
Hearing this, the uncle straightened up even more, and the burden in his heart was gone. He was a little complacent, praising his ability to adapt to circumstances. If he had known it was so simple, he wouldn't have had to sneak away just now.
As a person, you should have a long-term vision. My uncle agrees with this very much.
Now, the uncle is no longer worried about the land, but is looking forward to the upcoming college entrance examination. Zhi'er is already a sixth-rank official, and he is also the top scholar. If Zhi'er comes forward to say hello to the higher-ups, it will be much more convenient than asking Lord Liu in a roundabout way.
When he thought of this, the uncle seemed to have seen the fame and honor of the scholar flying towards him, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Sir, everything that Mr. Xiang said is true." Feng Hushu raised his head, very excited.
"Enough. Words are not enough. I, Zhu Ping'an, am not the kind of person who only listens to one side and believes everything. Stop talking." Zhu Ping'an shook his head and stretched out his hand to stop Feng Hushu's explanation. He seemed a little angry. When he said that words are not enough, Zhu Ping'an emphasized his tone.
"Zhi'er is right. Our Zhu family is also a family of poetry, books, farming and reading. The Master talked about gentleness, kindness, respect, frugality and humility. Our Zhu family is also a role model for the people in Xiahe..." Uncle Zhu Shouren stroked the short beard on his chin and spoke in a rhythmic manner.
Feng Hushu was a little upset. He was telling the truth, so why didn't Lord Zhu believe it? Moreover, the land measurement and tax collection today were not something I came up with on my own. It was your uncle who came to me first and took thirty taels of silver, which led to today's event.
If I handle this alone, it will definitely not be as good as if two people do it together.
Words are not enough
Words are not enough...
Oh, I remembered, I have evidence, I have evidence, Sir Zhu, suddenly remembered something about Feng Hushu, and became excited again, I have evidence, and then reached into his sleeve and fumbled around, then took out a piece of paper with words written on it and fingerprints.
"Sir, I have evidence. Please take a look." Feng Hushu unfolded the paper with both hands and held it up.
"You actually signed a written agreement?"
Zhu Pingan seemed a little surprised, and raised his voice a little, then glanced at his uncle inconspicuously. Then, he set his eyes on the document, glanced at it, and the entire content of the document came into Zhu Pingan's eyes.
"Establishing a Covenant"
Now, Xiahe Zhu Shouren has signed a contract to entrust Brother Feng Wei from Huaining County Office to go to Xiahe the next day to measure the land of my second brother's family and help with the transfer of the land. I have no way to repay him, so I voluntarily pay twenty taels of silver. The contract is a witness and no one can object. Even if the mountain is high and the stone is rolling, I will never turn back.
Contracting party: Zhu Shouren Feng Weizhong Meeting person: Tang Deji
April 29th, the 31st year of the Jiajing reign
Zhu Ping'an just glanced at the document, less than a second, and just after a glance, he saw a black shadow flash by, with a gust of wind, and then he saw his uncle Zhu Shouren rushing over like a tiger descending from the mountain. Without saying a word, he snatched the document from Feng Hushu's hand, tore it in half, and then stuffed it into his mouth without any hesitation. He bit it a few times and swallowed it down with a gulp.
At this moment, the uncle seemed to be possessed by Liu Xiang. He was agile and quick in his movements. He grabbed, tore, bit and swallowed everything in one go, smoothly and effortlessly.
Feng Hushu, who was holding the document, felt a gust of wind blowing past. When he looked up again, the document in his hand had already gone into his uncle's stomach.
The villagers around were all stunned...
Zhu Ping'an quietly watched his uncle tear the document into pieces and swallow it, with a smile on his face, his goal had been achieved.
At this time, no paper is better than paper.
"Gu... ... Dong... ... What nonsense. I don't know where he got the paper from, but he wants to deceive my little pig. How can I just sit back and watch? Humph." After swallowing the receipt, the uncle was still very emotional and pointed at Feng Hushu with indignation.
"You..." Feng Hushu pointed at his uncle. He almost wanted to take off his shoes and slap him in the face. How could there be such a shameless person? When he came to see me yesterday, he bowed and scraped like a grandson...
"What do you mean by 'you'? Did you just call my sister-in-law a village woman?!" Uncle Zhu Shouren once again pointed his finger at Feng Hushu indignantly, as if he couldn't stand it anymore. "It's ok for you not to show respect to the sixth-rank An Ren, but you actually called her a village woman..."
"I... ... "
Feng Hushu was so angry at this moment. If this matter was brought to light, it would be like a death sentence.
"What do you mean 'you'? Is it you?" Uncle Zhu Shouren held on tightly.
At this moment, Feng Hushu almost had the urge to feed Zhu Shouren shit, but after noticing Zhu Ping'an's scrutinizing eyes, he didn't care about the written agreement anymore. He walked up to Chen in two or three steps and began to kowtow and confess his guilt.
"I am short-sighted and have offended my madam. Please forgive me, my madam. I was wrong." Feng Hushu kowtowed and admitted his mistake.
"I can't bear it." Mother Chen avoided it.
When uncle Zhu Shouren saw Feng Hushu busy kowtowing and admitting his mistake, a smile appeared on his face, as if Feng Hushu was kowtowing and admitting his mistake to him. He was very proud of his ability to adapt to circumstances. With this ability, if he were put in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, he would have been a strategist.
Just when the uncle was feeling very proud of himself, he felt a pain in his back. He turned around and saw his father, Old Man Zhu, glaring at him angrily with a broken stick in his hand.
“Dad…” The uncle’s head shrank.
"What father? I don't have a useless son like you!" Old Master Zhu was furious and raised his stick to hit Zhu Shouren.
"Old man, what are you doing?" Grandmother, Mrs. Zhu, felt so distressed that she stepped forward to stop him.
The uncle took advantage of the situation and ran behind Madam Zhu, dodging Grandpa Zhu's stick in a very awkward manner. Grandpa Zhu chased him relentlessly and hit him with two sticks whenever he got the chance.
Old Madam Zhu cried out in pain.
Dodging in a panic, Uncle Zhu Shouren ran away from the crowd, and Mr. Zhu chased after him...
"The county lord is here."
Someone came running over to remind them, and soon, the magistrate was seen riding a horse and walking over with several yamen runners.
"Your Excellency has come from afar, and I am sorry for not welcoming you in person. I hope you will forgive me." Zhu Ping'an smiled and bowed to greet him, "I have prepared some simple tea and wine in my humble abode, I hope your Excellency will not dislike it."
"How dare I, how dare I, sir, please forgive me. I am so happy to hear that Lord Zhu has returned safely. I have long admired Lord Zhu's profound knowledge, but I have never met him. Now that you call me, I dare not disobey your orders." The magistrate also bowed to Zhu Ping'an and began to greet him.
After a brief greeting, Zhu Ping'an welcomed the magistrate home.
The villagers dispersed.
About an hour later, someone saw Zhu Ping'an and the magistrate coming out of the house with smiles on their faces, as if they were having a pleasant conversation.
Zhu Ping'an helped the magistrate onto his horse and watched him and his entourage leave.
Feng Hushu, who left with him, looked pale, as if he had no bones, like a dead fish. (To be continued.)