Griffa was still slowly counting his accounts, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with him.
Until this evening, a tall, thin young man stepped into the Qinglong Inn. At that time, Griffa was cleaning the table, the shopkeeper was sitting behind the counter lazily supporting his head, and the other maids had basically rested.
The young man entered the inn, walked to the counter, and asked blankly:
"Accommodation, how much is it for one night?"
The shopkeeper sized him up and saw that he didn't have a single valuable thing on his body, so he yawned and said without interest:
"Ordinary room, twenty copper coins per night."
The young man reached into his bosom and took out a cloth bag. After opening it, he carefully counted twenty copper coins and put them on the counter. The shopkeeper glanced roughly, swept them all into the drawer, threw out a key, and said:
"Turn left on the second floor and that's the one at the far end. Also, tell me your name, you need to register if you stay in an inn now."
The young man took the key, and spat out two words like gold:
"Filling."
The shopkeeper nodded and yawned again. Just in the middle of the fight this time, the whole person woke up instantly, and stood up from the chair with a swipe.
His voice trembled slightly, and he asked tentatively:
"Ferlin... my lord?"
The young man named Feilin nodded, and the shopkeeper came to his senses immediately, and pulled out the drawer to find a superior guest room for him, but Feilin had already turned around and left. He didn't even bring a servant, he dragged a suitcase of luggage over by himself, looking a little tired.
The shopkeeper was suddenly at a loss. Who would have thought that the upstart in Yunyang's officialdom would stay alone in an ordinary inn at night? When he looked up, he saw that Griffa was also staring at Filin's back in a daze. The shopkeeper suddenly became angry, and scolded in a low voice:
"Hey, what are you doing in a daze, why don't you go and help the adults carry the luggage?"
Griffa responded, and walked over there, but in fact his pace was very slow, because he knew that Felin didn't need him at all. Sure enough, before he could take two steps away, Fei Lin turned his head and said to the shopkeeper:
"No. I will live here during this period, and people come to interview every day. Other than that, I don't need to be disturbed by anyone. I will make my own bed, and I will go out to eat three meals a day. I will come every night Let’s settle the rent for the day, and that’s about it.”
Griffa stood there, and waited until Feilin went upstairs before the shopkeeper waved at him and said angrily:
"Still standing there? Go, go, do your job."
Griffa went on to wipe his desk. At noon the next day, the shopkeeper found Griffa, who was doing the accounting, and asked him to send upstairs a food box carefully made by the back kitchen. Today, many young masters and young ladies from former noble families came to interview. The parents naturally regarded this as the hope of family rejuvenation, so they waited at the door of the inn early in the morning. Feilin was ordered not to enter the inn to disturb him, so they immediately surrounded the entrance of the inn and stared eagerly inside.
By noon, many people couldn't wait any longer, and began to bribe the shopkeeper with a lot of money. The shopkeeper took the money, and remembered the discussion he heard yesterday when he was watching the order of seeking talents among the crowd, and knew that the recruitment of talents this time was mostly just a formality, so he comforted the gentlemen outside:
"You guys are talented, and you will definitely be favored by Mr. Feilin. You don't have to worry. It's just in time for noon, and I'll send a food box upstairs. I'll take this opportunity to find out what's going on there..."
Naturally, the shopkeeper didn't dare to go up in person, so he left this thankless job to Griffa.
Griffa took the food box, walked to the second floor, and was about to knock on the door, when he suddenly heard Feilin's angry growl from inside the door:
"Trash! Are you ashamed to call yourself a scholar at your level?"
"The people can tell you what to do, but you can't make them know. You claim to have learned the way of managing the world and helping the people for ten years, so you just say this to me? Do you know that your food and clothing have not been snatched from the hands of the people for so many years? Which one is not the fat of the people! They feed your family, but in the end what you want is to enslave them like pigs and make them completely lose their blood. Is this your policy of governing the region?!"
The scholar inside the door argued:
"Everyone in our generation, with a scholarly family background, how can we allow such slander... The knowledge taught by my father, the principles passed down for thousands of years, naturally have their subtleties. Your Excellency, you can know that the lectures given by my father are also well-known in Xiyuan City , No one in the scholar community dares to talk to us like that—”
Ferlin shouted again:
"I don't care who your father is. It's none of my business who your father is. I have the same attitude when your father comes today! If you don't know how to teach people, don't teach them. If you learn from others, you will be taught a nondescript fool like you. What's the use? Not hired, get out!"
The door opened, and a well-dressed scholar left in a daze.
Griffa was standing at the door with the food box in his hand, and for the first time he had a careful look at Ferrin's appearance. In terms of age, Feilin was just over twenty, but he looked rather old-fashioned. He specially grew a beard, giving the impression that he was at least twenty-five years old. I don't know if it's because he just got angry, but Feilin's beard and hair stood on end, his chest heaved violently, his cheekbones protruded and his cheeks were full of gloom, and his aura was like a storm on the sea.
When he saw Griffa, he said coldly:
"What are you doing?"
Griffa swallowed, and replied:
"The shopkeeper said, let me deliver lunch to the adults."
Feilin took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, took a sip of the rough tea he brought on the table, and said to himself:
"So that's it, it's time to eat... you go, I can't afford the food in your restaurant."
Griffa thought for a while and said:
"Judging from the shopkeeper's attitude, it's probably free."
Feilin slammed the table heavily, causing the lid of the teacup to jump up, and everyone present was startled.
Ferrin stared at Griffa, and said coldly:
"If you were an ordinary refugee who came to the store to spend the night, would you also send food? Take it!"
Griffa turned 180 degrees on the spot and went back downstairs. Seeing that he was still holding the food box, the shopkeeper asked:
"Why did you bring it back again, where is Master Feilin?"
Griffa shook his head and roughly described the above situation. The shopkeeper was taken aback, then sat down on the chair, covered his head and said:
"Oh... what should I do? The former officials are not greedy for things. Mr. Feilin clearly has a problem with me, and I have to blame my attitude towards him yesterday! Griffa, tell me, I How can I do?"
Griffa thought about it pretendingly, and replied:
"I don't think Mr. Feilin is blaming the shopkeeper. Now that Yunyang's new policy, the first assistant Heyue has clearly stated that officials are not allowed to accept bribes privately. If more than a hundred people jointly report, Lingyun City will directly send people to investigate. Since Mr. Feilin is Yun Yang's rookie in the political arena is bound to not be accepted at this time, and it is normal for him not to accept him."
The shopkeeper sighed and said:
"Anyway, when there is no one at night, you can go up to deliver it again...and let Wan Douzi clean the house for Mrs. Feilin. Sigh, I thought it was a great good thing, but I didn't expect it to turn out like this .”
Griffa didn't answer, and after putting the food box on the counter, he bypassed the shopkeeper and continued to settle his accounts.
Bustling outside the door, inside the door was silent, he stayed alone in the corner, no one noticed him. Just like countless little people living at the bottom in this world, these trivial tasks in front of him are likely to run through Griffa's life, and this is his eternal and irresistible destination.