Farmer of Shu Han

Strictly speaking, as the capital of a country, Jianye is not qualified.

In other words, it is relatively shabby.

Because it has been used since Sun Quan became emperor until now, and it is the original old city wall.

Some places have even become dilapidated and dilapidated.

At any rate, Jianye's palace was also expanded from the original old general's mansion.

The timber and stone were demolished from the palace in Wuchang and transported by water to Jianye for secondary use.

The Jianye City Wall is not the case - of course, it would not be correct to say that it has not been expanded.

But the expansion part is not to build a new city wall, but just to surround it with a fence, which can be used as a city wall.

So to see whether a person's status in Jianye City is high or not, one only needs to look at where he lives.

Live in the newly zoned part of the city, with the fence as your company.

Needless to say, either the lower class commoners or relatives of the pawns.

And further inside, living on the edge of the original old city, there are some families with a lot of family background.

The innermost streets near the palace are basically the residences of dignitaries.

The closer to the palace, the higher the position.

Of course, there are no exceptions.

For example, a certain family in a certain alley on Yuan Road, although it looks tall, but upon closer inspection, there is no such thing as a high-level family's servants coming and going busy, and people's voices are buzzing.

Not to mention the flow of guests and the rush of horses and horses.

There was no one walking in front of the door, and the gates and small doors were all closed, appearing rather cold.

The sun has not yet passed the middle of the sky, and the slanting sun shines down. In the place where the light and dark intersect, you can see the dust flying quietly.

The paint surface of the doorposts at the gate of the mansion has peeled off in many places, and it looks a little mottled under the light.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang..."

A horse bell rang in the distance.

A carriage gradually drove over from the distance in the alley.

The sound of horse bells comes from the bells on the necks of the horses pulling the cart.

The outer wall of the carriage is not carved with complicated patterns or the like, but under the sunlight, the faintly reflected dark red color shows that the wood used to build the carriage is extraordinary.

Not to mention that this is Jianye, and this is Jiangdong.

There was a shortage of horses in the south of the Yangtze River. With the Three Kingdoms standing together for a long time, the Wei State in the north strictly prohibited the flow of war horses to the south.

The horses in Wu State became more and more scarce.

Not to mention that in the past few years, even Wei Guo himself has started to lack horses.

Although Ji Han now supplies war horses to Wu, they are for military use.

Not for civilian use.

Among the folks in Jiangdong, bullock carts are popular now.

The dignitaries in Jianye City may be willing to pay a high price to buy one, two, three or four good horses from Han to show off.

But it is absolutely impossible to use these precious horses to pull the cart.

Those who can sit in this class of carriages are mostly people with open hands and eyes who regard money as dung.

Therefore, it is not surprising that such a low-key, luxurious and connotative carriage suddenly appeared in front of the gate of this down-and-out family, and there were surprised and even horrified eyes from some of the doors.

Not to mention that behind this carriage, there are several carriages carrying gifts.

Uncovered bundles of Sichuan brocade and woolen materials, exquisite wine jars separated by burlap, and oiled paper bags with the characteristics of Dahan brown sugar packaging, unknown wooden boxes that contain good things...

Every car is full, leaving no room.

Although this area is not considered a place where the top dignitaries live together, the people who can buy real estate here are at least the famous families of Dawu.

But as soon as these carts of gifts were put out, they had already reached the point where these people could feel jealous.

"Mr. Lang, we're here."

Under the incredulous eyes of the voyeurs, the coachman parked the carriage firmly in front of the most unlikely family.

Then he shouted respectfully into the car.

The door of the carriage was opened, and a gentleman dressed in a brocade robe came down.

Then, an unknown lady who was watching secretly let out an uncontrollable exclamation.

Without him, this gentleman is really too eye-catching.

Not only was his appearance extremely handsome, but he also looked graceful and luxurious against the backdrop of a decent brocade robe.

He is not a young man in his twenties with full vigor, but a little uncle who has matured experience, knows how to restrain himself but can't hide his damn charm.

Between young and middle-aged, the little uncle who is at the peak of his age.

Walking slowly, while walking towards the side door calmly and calmly, there were many women's eyes in the cracks of the door, looking at this side brightly.

Just when he raised his hand to knock on the door, the side door was already opened.

It was obvious that the concierge of this family couldn't sit still with the power in front of his own house.

Until the moment when the other party reached out to knock on the door, he couldn't believe that the other party really came to find his master.

"Dare to ask this gentleman, who are you looking for?"

"Please inform me that Mi Zhao, a junior from the same clan, is here to visit General Mi."

As Mi Zhao said, he handed over a greeting card.

The concierge was obviously taken aback when he heard the other party's self-introduction.

But seeing him hesitate for a while, he accepted the invitation in disbelief, as if until this moment, he still couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

"Please, sir, wait, wait a while."

The concierge stammered back, then immediately turned around and ran inside.

After a while, a gray-haired old man ran out regardless of his manners. Before he arrived, the voice came first:

"Nephew, but nephew face to face?"

Mi Zhao looked at this old uncle who was only in his fifties, even though he was determined, he still couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

"Nephew photo, I have seen the uncle."

The old man walked quickly to Mi Zhao, and seemed to remember something, he suddenly stopped, turned around to cover his face and said:

"Where did the nephew come from? My family, I have no face to see you from this line again. If you want to come here to inquire about crimes, please just open your mouth and scold me. I will never return a word."

When Mi Zhao heard this, a smile appeared on his face, making people feel like a spring breeze:

"What does the clan uncle say? As a descendant, how dare I speak lightly about the matter of my ancestor (that is, Mi Fang)? This time, I came here to visit the clan uncle at the order of my lord."

At this time, Mi Fang has been dead for many years, and the old man in front of him is Mi Fang's son.

He is also the cousin of Mi Zhao's father, Mi Wei.

Hearing Mi Zhao's words, the old man turned around hesitantly, and looked at Mi Zhao suspiciously:

"Is this true? Didn't your father hate our family?"

Mi Zhao shook his head:

"My lord has said that, as a descendant, I dare not talk about the grievances of my father's generation."

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help looking up to the sky and sighing:

"I heard this sentence before I was alive, and I want to hate it to the death!"

Regarding the deeds of his father Mi Fang, the old man, as a son of man, naturally has no right to say more.

But for the victim, another branch of the Mi family, it is not too much to blame his own adults.

Because it was Mi Fang's deeds that caused Mi Zhu's shame and resentment to die of illness.

When Mi Zhao heard this, his expression didn't change, even the smile on his face didn't change a bit:

"Zhao and Uncle haven't seen each other for decades, and now Zhao has traveled thousands of miles, is it possible that Uncle refuses to let his nephew out of the mansion, and does not want to invite Zhao to enter the mansion?"

When the old man heard this, he slapped his forehead quickly and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Sigh, these years, the house has never had any guests, and even the way of hospitality has been forgotten. Don't blame my nephew, please, please hurry up!"

"Thank you uncle, this is a small gift from my nephew, please accept it with a smile."

The old man took the gift list from Mi Zhao, and just scanned the top few lines, his complexion suddenly changed.

His hands trembled uncontrollably like Parkinson's syndrome.

Then, as if holding a ball of burning coals, he subconsciously handed it back, and said somewhat incoherently:

"This, no, it's too much, it's too expensive, our Mi family can't bear it..."

Mi Zhao seemed to have expected the other party's reaction long ago, he stretched out his hand to block it:

"Uncle, this is a meeting gift for my nephew. I can't write two words in one stroke. Why is my uncle so ignorant?"

The old man couldn't resist, and couldn't help but look outside the mansion. When he saw the fully loaded carriage in his eyes, he paused for breath.

After all, money touches people's hearts!

Even when adults are alive, they are often discriminated against, and no one wants to associate with them.

After the lord passed away, the Mi family became even more neglected and tended to decline day by day.

If it weren't for the title of general bestowed by His Majesty on his name, and he could receive some salary to live on, I'm afraid this mansion would have been sold.

Now that we have been trapped for a long time, how can we not be swayed and unable to hold ourselves when we see gifts that even rich people are jealous of?

However, Mi's family had thousands of children and customers back then, and their assets were huge. When the old man was young, he had personally experienced it, and even enjoyed it himself.

So he quickly recovered from the shock, let out a long sigh of emotion, and forced a smile at Mi Zhao:

"The etiquette is as heavy as a mountain, which makes me restless, ashamed, ashamed! Please, my nephew, please."

"Uncle please first."

The gifts outside the door will be carried into the house by servants, and the two of them walked in together, and they could still hear some words.

"Has my nephew ever been an official in the Han Dynasty?"

"Returning to Uncle, according to the recommendation of Da Sima, he is now serving as the 'Wu State Transshipment Cao and Jingzhou Customs Capital'. In fact, he was sent to Wu State as early as two months ago."

"It's just that I'm busy with business, and I have to go back and forth between Jianye and Nanjun. I don't have leisure time. Recently, I have less business, so I have to come to visit without time. I hope my uncle will not be late for the photo."

From a distance, the old man waved his hands again and again:

"It's not strange, it's not strange, how can it be strange, first public and then private, the nephew can be said to have forgotten his home before the official!"

Then he heard him ask again:

"It's just that 'Transfer Cao and Jingzhou Customs Capital', what kind of official position is it, why have I never heard of it?"

"Oh, it's not a high position, just to monitor all kinds of materials transported by the big man to the country of Wu, and to check whether there are any violations of the caravans..."

As for the Jingzhou Customs Capital, it is naturally responsible for reviewing the taxation of checkpoints in various places in Jingzhou-after all, this is related to Wu's foreign debt mortgage.

But it's hard to go into details about this, so as not to irritate some people in Jiangdong.

But even so, the old man's body was also shaken suddenly, he stopped involuntarily, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mi Zhao:

"Nephew Xian means that Nephew Xian is in charge of the goods transported from the Han to the Wu?"

Mi Zhao coughed:

"It's just monitoring, reviewing things. Of course, uncle said he was in charge, but he was actually in charge of part of it."

When the old man heard this, his face twitched violently!

He just lost his mind when he saw the mountain of belongings outside the door.

But when he heard that Mi Zhao's official position was under his jurisdiction, he really wanted to...

Into someone's grandmother blanket!

He even had an idea involuntarily:

Back then, my uncle (that is, Mi Zhu) and my lord invested all of their wealth to support Liu Bei.

If your lord hadn't surrendered to the Wu people when he was in Jingzhou, with the Mi family's status as a big man, how can our family be much worse than the nephew's family now?

But the cruel reality is that my uncle's lineage has been rewarded generously, while my own lineage... Sigh!

As soon as he thought of this, the old man felt as if a knife had been twisted in his heart!

This great wealth, which is rare in the world, is so gone!

I only wished that he stomped his feet fiercely, and wished he would beat his chest.

"uncle?"

Mi Zhao saw that the old man's face was changing, his eyes were dull, and he stood there motionless as if in a daze, so he couldn't help but asked worriedly.

The old man who was pulled back to reality panicked and replied:

"Oh, oh, nothing, nothing, I just thought of something."

"Uncle is fine."

When he opened his legs again, the old man couldn't help but glanced back at the door, and then asked:

"Nephew, I heard rumors in the early years that you were at odds with Na Feng and Da Sima Feng, and some even said that you were forced to flee to Nanzhong."

"Over the years, Feng Da Sima has become more and more powerful in the Han Kingdom, unmatched by anyone, but there is no news about you, I still say..."

Mi Zhao smiled slightly:

"Uncle, this must be a rumor spread by people with malicious intentions. According to the current ranking of Xinghan Association, it is eleventh. I am honored to be able to call Da Sima brother."

Xinghan will be ranked eleventh?

Can he still call Feng Da Sima his brother?

The old man twitched again.

No wonder!

No wonder it can be so generous.

If, if so, my family is also in the big man now, I can't say, um, my son can follow his nephew and call Feng Da Sima "brother", right?

The old man's intestines were already blue with pain.

The two gradually drifted away, and their words gradually became inaudible.

When Mi Zhao came out of Defu again, the sun was already in the west.

What's more, all the main men in the house sent them out of the house in person.

One can imagine how warmly he received this visit.

After the two parties said goodbye, the coachman who had been guarding outside the mansion came up to him:

"Mr. Lang?"

"Well, let's go back."

Mi Zhao nodded slightly, nodded again to the Mi family who were still standing at the gate of the mansion, and then boarded the carriage.

The wheels turned and began to drive towards the outside of Luxiang.

All the way without words.

It wasn't until we got back to the building that the coachman with the same surname as Mi Zhao couldn't help but asked Mi Zhao who got off the bus:

"Mr. Lang, that family made the ancestors like that. Why did Mr. Lang come to visit and give them such a heavy gift?"

Mi Zhao looked at the aggrieved coachman and smiled slowly:

"It's precisely because their family has harmed the elder father like that, so I gave them a great gift!"

The coachman didn't understand, so he said, "Ah? Why is this? What's the reason?"

Mi Zhao walked towards the inside of the building, and said casually:

"Have you ever heard a saying?"

"What?"

"Every man is innocent, but pregnant is guilty."

With that said, he stopped and added:

"Perhaps you will understand better if you are a childish child holding gold and ostentatiously passing through the market."

After speaking, he continued to walk inside.

I and they belong to the same family, and I miss their old relationship, and I can't see their family being down and out, so I donate some things to them.

As for whether they have the ability to hold on to those things, and what kind of encounters they will suffer because of those things, what does it matter to me?

I am not from Wu.

"ah!"

The coachman who handed over the carriage to the servant quickly followed, and said with a happy face:

"Lang Jun, I understand, you are..."

"Help them."

"Yes, yes, it is to help them."

After entering the courtyard, Mi Zhao continued:

"In fact, there is a more important meaning."

He raised his head and slowly looked to the northwest:

"Lixin."

"Lixin?"

"Yes, establish the trust of a big man. If a big man can treat traitors like this, let alone surrender, are you right?"

"Surrender?"

The coachman became more and more confused.

Mi Zhao smiled strangely: "When Master Wang arrives, there will naturally be descendants."

"The more Lixin, the heavier, and the bigger, the more people will fall."

"In the words of my brother, it is the United Front."

The coachman became more and more confused:

"Feng Da Sima is such a fairy, what he said is really beyond the comprehension of villains."

At this time, a servant came to report:

"Lang Jun, Lu Zhongshu of the school office is here to visit."

Mi Zhao suddenly laughed, and said to the coachman:

"Look, another person with united front value is here."

Then he said to the servants:

"Take Lu Zhongshu to the front hall and tell him that I will go see him immediately after I finish changing."

As soon as Mi Zhao, who had finished changing, stepped into the front hall, Lu Yi immediately got up to greet him.

Seeing this, Mi Zhao quickly put on a smile and said apologetically:

"Oh, Lu Zhongshu, I just returned to Jianye from Nanjun yesterday, and today I went to visit relatives and friends. I didn't have time to visit Lu Zhongshu at the mansion. It's a sin, a sin!"

"What crime, not guilty, a certain came here to thank Mr. Mi Lang!"

Lu Yi took two quick steps forward, and enthusiastically grasped Mi Langjun's arm.

He couldn't help being unenthusiastic, after all, the Mi Langjun in front of him was specially sent by Feng Da Sima to arrange the exchange of materials between the big man and the big Wu.

This is a person who is related to the progress of the school affairs office.

Not to mention, Mi Langjun did him a big favor a few days ago, a big favor.

"Mi Langjun," Lu Yi sat down next to Mi Zhao, glanced outside, and after confirming that there was no one there, he lowered his voice and said excitedly:

"Mr. Mi Lang is in Nanjun, have you ever heard of it? His Majesty really named the fourth prince king!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his thumb and said gratefully:

"Thanks to Mi Lang-jun for teaching me this step!"

Mi Langjun quickly waved his hand, "This is not my work, it was taught by Da Sima."

"Yes, yes, yes, the plan of Da Sima is unpredictable!"

Lv Yi hurriedly echoed, unconsciously, there was a trace of awe in his tone:

"Great Sima is far away in Chang'an, not only was he able to help us expose Lu Xun's harm before His Majesty."

"And now he can help the school government plan to regain power. I am deeply impressed. I think that Da Sima is really a heaven and a man!"

Foresight, Da Sima really foresight!

Then he glanced at Mi Zhao, and added:

"Of course, Mr. Mi Lang is in the middle of coordinating, and I am very grateful."