I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

County government.

house.

Guanshi Sun talked about buying and selling prisoners with Zhou Yi in front of his fellow scribes. Obviously, this matter was an open secret in the deserted city.

Relying on mountains to eat mountains, relying on water to eat water.

The yamen in the deserted city made a living by selling prisoners.

1,200 taels of exiled prisoners fake death in the mine, changed their names and household registrations, and fell into a deserted city. After a few years, with some connections, they could be moved to other state capitals, and they would be completely washed up as good citizens.

"Mr. Zhou, don't think it's too expensive, the money is not on us."

Guanshi Sun pointed to the top: "The Elder Master has been a Jinshi for twelve years, do you understand?"

"So it's Zhang Xiang's disciple!"

Zhou Yi showed respect, and said in a low voice: "That year the palace examination was not smooth, everyone was looking at the announcement of the list, Zhang Xiang took this opportunity to send the Minister of War..."

As he spoke, he made a grasping gesture, glanced at the people in the county yamen's house, and said, "Do you know why?"

Steward Sun cupped his hands and said, "Please give me your advice, sir!"

The clerks in the households pricked up their ears, writing down these secrets of the state, and talking about them later when drinking with their colleagues, it was a top-notch conversation piece, as happy as discussing the international political situation at a barbecue stall.

"That year, Lord Zhen Guo won a great victory in the northern border, and took advantage of the trend to attack Dayong, and the momentum is booming!"

Zhou Yi said slowly: "The Minister of the Ministry of War at that time was originally a general in the army. He and Zhen Guogong worked together to defeat the Canghuang rebels in the south of the Yangtze River. No one in the court could control the two of them."

"Zhang Xiang took this opportunity to win, breaking the convention of the country and the court, and using a civilian as the Minister of the Ministry of War..."

"hiss!"

Steward Sun no longer doubted that this Mr. Zhou must be from Shenjing, and said respectfully: "Sir, please sit down, and I will go and rush those lazy people who are doing errands!"

"Please take care of things."

Zhouyi's behavior is polite and restrained, with grace and momentum, but not superior to others, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

But for a while, he talked happily with the household scribe.

Casually talking about the secrets of Shenjing, such as when a senior official returned home when he was old, he went to the Chunfeng Building and didn't pay the bill. He owed tens of thousands of taels of silver.

After more than a dozen performances in a row, a certain official was so humiliated that he had to beg for bones.

This kind of rumor in the market cannot be true, and the real reason for retiring cannot be known to ordinary people, but people prefer to listen to these lace news.

Sun Guanshi was surprised: "What is the boundary of Chunfenglou, and it can even persuade the imperial censor to participate in the performance?"

"Ordinary people go to Shenjing, only knowing that Jiaofangsi is a good place, but in fact it is not. Only small officials and officials go to Jiaofangsi. The real gold-selling cave in Shenjing is Chunfenglou..."

As soon as Zhou Yi said this, everyone cheered up.

Originally, he was just chatting with the scribes in the household room, but Zhou Yi commented on three or five oirans, and the three classes and six rooms next to him all came over.

Shenjing has three land boundaries, Zhou Yi is most familiar with.

Home, Sky Prison, and Spring Breeze Building.

More than 20 years ago, Zhou Yi had in-depth exchanges with the more than 20 oirans selected during the period, and the comments were incisive and logical.

Among a group of men, being royal is the best way to draw in the relationship, this has been the case since ancient times!

Zhou Yi sighed and said, "Su Xiaoxiao, the oiran selected the year before last, can be regarded as the best in the past ten years, but unfortunately, he caught Wei Guogong's attention before he combed it up, and spent money to buy the Duke's mansion and become a concubine."

"Can prostitutes also enter the Duke's Mansion?"

"Wei Guogong, that's a big shot in the sky!"

"This is really lucky!"

"..."

There was a lot of discussion among the people, those oirans in front did not end well, and those who retired bravely married merchants as concubines, and most of them became ordinary prostitutes after getting old and fading.

"You are wrong, the worst fate is this Su Xiaoxiao!"

Zhou Yi's voice changed, and everyone seduced felt itchy, and took a sip of tea slowly: "The Duke of the country is also afraid of his wife. Su Xiaoxiao fell into the well and died not long after entering the mansion."

"well……"

"It's a pity, a pity!"

"The best in the past ten years, I have no chance to see it!"

"Heaven is jealous of beauty!"

"I'm just talking about a whore, how can she have such a good life?"

No one condemned the Duke's wife who murdered, and even despised Su Xiaoxiao for what she deserved. The prostitute's attempt to climb onto the lintel of the Duke's mansion was really self-inflicted.

The greedy and lustful Wei Guogong, on the contrary, is afraid of his wife, which attracts everyone's goodwill.

The majestic Duke is afraid of his wife, and I am also afraid of my wife, so am I equal to the Duke?

The world is like this, and no one can change it.

While talking, there was a sound of footsteps, and the guard led seven prisoners in prison uniforms into the door.

The mine was tens of miles away from the deserted city, and it took at least four or five hours to search and verify the identity of the person. When the sky was getting dark, the servants finally brought the person back.

More than a hundred members of the Wei family were exiled, and after more than twenty years, only seven were left alive.

Zhou Yi glanced over the prisoner's face, and asked the man with the oldest face, "But the descendant of Hero Wei?"

"Back to benefactor, the villain Wei Jun is the third son of my father Wei Chang."

Wei Jun had already heard from the guards on the way that this gentleman was an old man from the Wei family back then, and he came to the deserted city this time to spend money to save his life.

After Zhou Yi rescued Li Hong, he changed his appearance in the sky prison. He was a little old at forty-five years old.

Deliberately doing things in this way reveals that he has inherited Wei Chang's kindness back then, which can just explain the origin of internal strength. If other people know about this matter, they won't be in much trouble, but they will admire Zhouyi for knowing how to repay their kindness.

Zhou Yi asked: "Back then, Hero Wei was kind to me, and today is the repayment. Think about it carefully, should you go back to your hometown or stay in northern Xinjiang?"

"Grandfather, we have already discussed on the way, so we will not go back to Yuzhou, and stay in northern Xinjiang to discuss life."

Wei Jun replied: "After staying for a few decades, I will go back and offer incense to my ancestors."

It has only been more than 20 years since the Weichang case, and there are many enemies of the Wei family in Yuzhou. Even if they change their names, once they are recognized and reported, the court will send someone to check.

"Um."

Zhou Yi agreed, and took out a stack of banknotes from his cuff: "I have to trouble Steward Sun, I see that there are many empty houses in the deserted city, can you buy one for the Wei family to live in?"

"Sir, you are joking, there is no need to buy a deserted house, just pick a random one and transfer the ownership."

Steward Sun took the silver bills, at least fifteen or six, and said with a happy smile, "If the Wei family is willing to stay in the city, they can all be arranged to work in the house, and they will guard the granary on weekdays. Food and drink will always be indispensable."

Seeing Zhou Yi looking over, Wei Jun quickly agreed, "Thank you benefactor, thank you Steward Sun!"

The Wei family was very grateful to Zhou Yi, and only after the family was destroyed did they know whether the friendship was true or not. Back then the Wei family had a good reputation in Yuzhou, and Feihong swordsman had a lot of friends, but when they were in trouble, no one came to help.

Most of the people in the Jianghu are friends of wine and meat, and occasionally there are one or two heroes, which become the story of the story and are widely circulated. It must not be considered that this is the case.

"Old Sun, the strong team is short of people, why don't you come here to be on duty, so that the mine patrols are free."

"There is also a shortage of soldiers in the military room, and there is a lot of money to guard the city gate."

"It's not as easy as my ceremony room. I don't need to click every day. After all, there is not even a scholar in the city!"

"..."

The stewards of the three shifts and six rooms spoke up one after another, one because they saw the extraordinary history of the Book of Changes, and the other because they looked at Yin Zi's face.

Zhou Yi cupped his hands and said with a smile.

"Thank you all, and please take care of the Wei family in the future. When we go to Shenjing, it's hard to say what is the oiran of Chunfenglou, and you can arrange other things as you like!"

There was a burst of laughter all of a sudden.