Cui Xie walked out of the courtyard with the inkstone in hand, and saw Mr. Zhao hurriedly coming from the front, stopped when he saw him, pulled out a stiff smile and said, "Did you hear them making trouble? In fact, it's just an ignorant It's okay for the servant to say a few nonsense words. You can relax, our neighbors know what you are like, and we won't listen to him making that stinky noise!"
How many nonsense
The neighbors knew about it, and they came to persuade him, it must not be just a few nonsense!
When he first came, he started a house fight for him, and when he came to his hometown, this group of drama elites would chase him over to be a demon. He endured nausea and painted the Cui family and his wife white. The heroine of the bitter drama, abused the white abuse
If you want to fight, you will fight, and see who can tear who!
He had seen more concubines and concubines who were beaten to death in the palace fighting dramas he had seen before he crossed over, more than the living people these ancient people had ever seen in their entire lives!
Cui Xie's heart was tumbling for a while, but his face was still calm, and he showed him a little smile: "Let Zhao Ye laugh, the family is ignorant, and they are disturbing the neighbors. Our Cui family is not strict."
He only raised the corners of his mouth, but there was no smile in his eyes, his eyes fell on the square inch in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.
Zhao Yuanwai saw the arrogant and mean appearance of the family outside the door, and remembered that his family was a stepmother, he couldn't help taking him as a poor little one who had been bullied, and said with pity: "It's not your fault, the servants in the family bullied him. The Lord too…”
cough cough -
Zhao Yuanwai suddenly felt that he was criticizing other people's family affairs again, he coughed a few times, did not dare to speak casually, and led him out of the door silently all the way.
As soon as I walked to the front yard, I heard Cui Yuan's hoarse voice from outside: "If you have anything to do, let's talk inside... There are people coming and going here, just keep your mouth shut and say these shadowless words, how will the young master behave in the future! "
A voice full of rage replied sharply: "What did I say, Uncle Yuan, did I say something wrong? The eldest young master injured his younger brother at home, and the old lady and his wife were ill with anger. Well, I didn't ask him to come to the country to enjoy happiness! Forgive me, Madam still thinks about whether he is doing well or not, so she sent me here to send me a monthly report. Unexpectedly, the eldest young master has no self-examination, and he is repairing his house here. Get the well, it's time to live your son's life..."
"You are talking nonsense, this house is too deserted to live in, can we not repair it..."
Cui Yuan quarreled with no strength, and his voice was easily interrupted, and the man asked sharply: "This house was built by our grandfather, and the old man grew up here, what's wrong. Uncle Yuan, you have really used it, but you think you can't live in the old house that you have lived in for half your life
"Then you have been out of Beijing for half a month, and it will be ten days before you arrive in Qian'an. Why don't you have time to clean up your house, so you have been sleeping in this wasteland?"
"Master told you to go directly back to the old house, where did you go and how did you live!"
The man was pressing step by step, and there were whispers of neighbors and passers-by all around. Cui Xie held the trembling hand holding the inkstone, stepped over the threshold, and saw the man from Beijing.
He was wearing a sauce-colored cocoon silk robe, had a round face, was tall, and looked a little familiar.
Peng Yan whispered "Second Steward", and Cui Xie finally recalled - wasn't this the Second Steward Cui Ming who urged them to leave the day he had just finished beating? No wonder this little shrill voice sounded so familiar.
The second steward also saw him, and immediately raised his brows, gave him a malicious smile, and shouted loudly: "Eldest young master, I have been waiting for you here for a long time, and you are willing to come out!"
The eyes of everyone around him were focused on him, and the voices of whispers were buzzing. In the crowd, there were a few particularly conspicuous children in white shirts that were crowding towards them, one of the teenagers widened his clear eyes and called out to Member Zhao behind: "Grandpa, you asked me to go home early after school to accompany the guests, Is this the person accompanying him?"
It's really good things don't go out, and bad things travel thousands of miles. With just a few words from Cui Ming, after he came to Qian'an, the father, son and filial piety that he created for his family was completely destroyed.
Cui Xie walked to the car with a sullen face. Cui Ming raised one eyebrow and showed a greasy smile: "The eldest young master forgives the sin, the little one's voice is too loud and disturbs you. The little one is here today to give the eldest young master a monthly report - the madam knows the big one. The young master came out with a cane wound. I was afraid that you would be short of food, clothing, and medicine, so I specially asked the young man to bring a good copy of the case, and the eldest young master should bring it in."
He raised his chin towards the driver and smiled proudly: "Go into the courtyard and unload all the things we brought to the eldest young master."
Cui Xie raised his hand to stop him, and asked in a deep voice, "You said you were sent by your family to give me something. Do you have proof? Do you have a monthly list?"
What else is there on the list? It would be nice if Madam was willing to give him something from the cracks between her fingers, and he still thought he was the eldest young master at home
Cui Ming pursed his lips, hummed a little in his nose, and smiled disdainfully: "Eldest young master, what other forms do we have for sending monthly records at home, not according to identity. This is all prepared for you by Mrs. Could it be that Madam can hold you back..."
Cui Xie suddenly shouted sharply: "Shut up! You dare to commit the following crimes!"
Cui Ming was taken aback, the twisted smile on his face also condensed on his lips, looking funny and weird. All the people watching the lively scene were frightened by his voice, and only then did he realize that he was still a son of a high-ranking official in Beijing, so he could not help but silently silently lowered his knees and hid behind others.
The few Confucian boys and the scholar a little further away couldn't help shaking their heads and pouting, feeling that he didn't respect the elders behind these two by scolding the servants sent by his parents to discipline him.
He ignored others, stepped forward, and scolded with a stern face: "You just slandered me in public for being unfilial. I think you are an old servant in the family. You have the face of your ancestors. I'm so mad that even my mother wants to slander it! Come on, gag his mouth, don't let him say 'Master', 'Mrs.' and other words, and destroy the name of my parents' integrity and kindness!"
Cui Ming never thought that he could reverse black and white like this, and stared at him dumbfounded.
Peng Yan reacted quickly, and when he went up, he slapped him in the face with a round slap. Cui Yuan also rushed to stop him, for fear that he would violently injure his son and the little master.
Mr. Zhao's heart beat faster, and he quickly ordered: "Zhao Kui, Zhao Sheng, hurry up and protect Brother Xiao Xie, don't let those two people hurt him!"
The driver of the Cui family didn't react until now, and hurriedly got out of the car to help the second steward. Cui Xie took a step forward, glanced at him lightly, and asked, "Do you want to be your servant too?"
The driver was hired from outside, not the Cui family's son, nor the wife's confidant, and he didn't have the confidence of Cui Ming. After thinking about it, I can only bow my head and bow my hands, begging: "Eldest young master is kind, we also obeyed the master's order to deliver things. The second manager just got a fever on the way, so he spoke upside down..."
Hehe, got a fever on the road? Didn't he watch Water Margin before he crossed
People in the Ming Dynasty said that suffering from a fever is the same as a modern murderer suffering from sudden mental illness.
He sneered inwardly, cupped his hands to the two family members outside Zhao Yuanwai and said, "Please help the two uncles, tie up the one in the cocoon robe with ropes, unload all the things in the car, open it and let's see it together. See what it is."
Cui Ming's voice was so high that his voice was almost broken, and he shouted in horror: "You dare to lynch me! Although I, I am a slave, but you have no fame, if you want to beat my master, you will not protect me... "
Before he could make trouble again, Peng Yan cleverly blocked his mouth with a handkerchief, and restrained him with his father. Those family members didn't dare to do anything, but Zhao Yuanwai nodded to them responsibly: "Bang! It's a big deal to take Yingshi's post to the yamen, and Master Xianzun has to give my old man face."
His little grandson wanted to say something, but he turned his face away and stopped looking at his grandson.
Not only the Zhao family, but also some onlookers, five or six people tied up Cui Ming together. The driver was so frightened that he turned around and wanted to run, but there were more and more people watching the fun. He plunged into the crowd but couldn't rush out. Instead, he was punched a few times by the crowd, and he fell to the ground and couldn't move.
A few onlookers took the initiative to get on the car and unload the burden, untied it and spread it out on the open space in the middle.
Cui Xie bowed in a circle, thanked everyone for their help, walked among the bundles, picked them from left to right, and picked up the only string of copper coins inside.
He turned his face and asked Cui Ming, "Is this the monthly case that the lady asked you to send?"
Cui Ming whimpered a few times.
He said impatiently: "Yes, just nod, no, just shake your head, no need to talk nonsense. If you have something to say, wait for it to go to the lobby of the county government and talk to the county magistrate."
Cui Ming shook his head desperately, humming for a long time, tears almost falling. Cui Xie asked again if this was their regular money, this time he didn't dare to be vague, and nodded honestly.
Cui Xie glanced at Peng Yan, and without opening his mouth, Peng Yan took the string of money, glared at Cui Ming and said, "The eldest brother's monthly bill is two taels of silver, the servant is five hundred dollars, and my father is one or two or five dollars. Half the money is only for my share this month, you and my father's are called... "
"That's right, the thief stole all the money my mother asked to send." He spoke first, suppressing the "keep" from holding the inkstone, then picked up two common clothes from the bag on the ground and shook them away. Cui Ming looked at it and asked, "You brought this from home too? Just these few?"
Cui Ming didn't dare to nod his head again, and shook his head again, whimpering.
Cui Xie said with a half-smile, "I'll just say it. Before I left the capital, my family was already cutting autumn clothes, but I only sent a few pieces of coarse clothes. I must have made you secretly steal them for yourself. There is."
I do not have! not me! How can you, a master, slander us as slaves!
Cui Ming struggled desperately and wanted to take out the handkerchief from his mouth, but was held down by Cui Yuan who was staring at him. The two servants of the Zhao family and the passers-by who were watching also slapped him fiercely, yelling, "Shameless things, stealing the owner's property, and daring to beat him up and slandering the master for injustice! Don't talk about the officials and eunuchs, just There is no such greedy and vicious servant in our small family, we should be taken to the county, stripped of clothes and put on a board!"