Lu Ming

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This strange fish has a huge and plump body, about the size of a three or four year old child.Its whole body is composed of rouge spots the size of a thumb, separated by thin milky white lines in the middle.

Accidentally meeting the strange fish's eyes, Master Feng took a deep breath.In a daze, he seemed to feel that the strange fish was smiling at him and saying hello: "It's the first time we meet today, I have admired you for a long time!"

At the same time, there was a sound of breathing around Master Feng.Ancient northerners saw herring, black fish, red carp and green carp on a daily basis.But the colors are so bright and colorful, full of exotic and beautiful tropical fish, in this era, it is not common for southerners who do not rely on the sea.

"I'm afraid it's not a sea fish spirit, it's the one who has transformed the soul of a beautiful girl named Hook Shu!"

The aborigines, who were taken aback, chattered all over the next moment, pointing at the big rouge fish and began to show that the people in the capital are well-informed.

Without waiting for the natives to say anything more, a few people in the convoy who stopped the horses in an emergency ran over quickly, put cloths in their hands, hurriedly carried the ice back to the car, covered it with a piece of green cloth, and tied it with ropes.

"Hurry up, hurry up, start the car, it's time to time out!"

Under the command of the leader knight, within a few minutes, the well-trained convoy cleaned up the mess urgently and headed towards the inner city again.

The convoy set off, but things weren't over yet.

The few knights left to deal with the car accident first whipped the unlucky donkey owner and the Chinese medicine stall owner in the street, making them roll over and beg for mercy.When the patrolmen from Wucheng Bingma Division arrived, the knight lifted his coat, and after showing the three waist cards stuck in a row in his waist, he directed the patrolmen to escort the two bloody criminals to the Daxing County Yamen. Asking the crime: "Is there any villain behind the poor governance?"

It wasn't until the patrol and the knight escorted the criminals away that the noise on the street resumed its previous noise.

As if he didn't hear the lowered voices of discussions around him, Master Feng sighed, put his hands behind his back, and walked slowly towards the house.

In the past half of his life, he has seen too many things in the capital where the powerful bully the weak, and he has long since lost the courage to fight against injustice.

Having said that, although the team's reaction was a bit serious, in the final analysis it was the donkey owner who provoked them first.It's not appropriate to insist that the rich and powerful are playing tricks.

What's more, compared to the indigenous commoners, Mr. Feng is more or less the class that understands the background of this convoy—the tyrannical feudal town, the feudal town that was able to cut off thousands of heads from Jianlu, who was feared by Daming, is now wiped out In the countries of Southeast Asia, rebellion is just a feudal town in a moment.

This kind of serious trouble entrenched in the south, now the government and the opposition are dealing with it carefully, and they will not talk about that person openly.

Master Feng understood in his heart, not to mention how many people his family beat up in the street today, even if he beat his surname Feng in the street, probably all the princes in the court would not want to say a word for him.If it doesn't work out, it's still unknown to take him out as a favor.

"Oh... I don't know what food is at home today."

Master Feng, who had been numb for half his life, calmed down in just 5 minutes, and forcibly forgot all the unhappiness he had just had.

And at this time, he finally reached the root of the imperial city.Not a moment later, turning into a wide alley, pushing open a painted wooden door at the entrance of the alley, Master Feng finally entered his warm home...a small courtyard.

The next moment, before Master Feng closed the door, he saw his brother-in-law standing in the courtyard.

The younger brother-in-law was about thirty, tall and fat, with fleshy cheeks, wearing a set of fine cotton robes and a sheepskin jacket.

The brother-in-law, who was standing in the yard not knowing what he was doing, turned his head and saw Mr. Feng entering the door. With a flick of his wrist, the whisk in his hand was thrown twice, with a smile all over his face: "Master is back? Let me dust you off!"

For some reason, when Master Feng saw his brother-in-law, his expression was a little suspicious.While moving forward slowly, a half-smiley face came out: "Oh, oh, it's Tang San, why is he standing in the courtyard and not entering the house."

By the way, the merchant who invested in Master Feng back then was surnamed Tang, and his family opened two sauce and vinegar shops.In addition to marrying his eldest daughter to Master Feng, he also has two sons under his knees.

That is to say, Master Feng has two uncles who are direct relatives.

Now, Master Tang has passed away for more than ten years.After his death, Tang's eldest son, Tang Er, took over the family business.Tang Er, who is stable by nature, has only maintained an ordinary relationship with Master Feng in these years, and the contacts are not frequent.

But the second son Tang San who was standing in the courtyard today was restless.This guy doesn't have a fixed job, and spends his days fooling around in the market.Be a scalper today, become a private tooth tomorrow, and work as a steward in someone else's house the next day. In short, freelancers have great freedom.

"Ouch!"

The next moment, he was severely whipped twice... Master Feng, who was whipped twice, couldn't help but let out a cry of pain.

Taking a closer look, it turned out that the Buddha dust in Tang San's hand was not a tool for cultivating immortals with a ponytail, but a rough envoy with a bundle of thin cloth strips, no wonder it was quite powerful in pulling people off.

And at this time, Tang San, the smile on his face had long since disappeared, and the Buddha dust in his hand, after attacking suddenly, he had transformed into another ultimate move "Bi Hai Chao Sheng", which was about to be sent out, and matched with Master Feng's sad face covering his crotch, The courtyard was filled with murderous aura.

"Tell me, what's the result of the 50 taels of silver last year?"

"In fact, I bought a New Year's ceremony and met the head of the official department Teng."

"What's next?"

"This... said to go back and wait for the letter, there will be good news in the next year!"

"fart!"

The flesh on Tang San's face was trembling with anger: "I've already asked someone to inquire, the lack of Tongzhi Qinghe has already been taken away, and today all the documents have been approved!".

By now, the relationship between Tang San and Master Feng is also clear: the relationship between venture capitalists and entrepreneurs.

In other words, in all dynasties, no capital city can lack such a combination.

Beijing officials are poor, but they have a huge room for appreciation, which attracts the emergence of venture capitalists: strategic investors will lend money to Beijing officials for a long time.Once the Beijing officials survive to the day when they are released, investors will follow them in the name of servants and long-term followers.

After taking office in the local area, it will be hello to me, get back the investment, and enjoy a good life by the way... This kind of people is commonly known as "the one with the belly".

Hearing Tang San revealed the truth, for some reason, Master Feng, who should have been astonished, showed a wry smile like relief on his face.

Nodding his head, he replied weakly: "I said that I won't be able to wait for news after the next year, and that's probably the case when I think about it."

"Oh my God!"

Looking at the lazy, unmotivated middle-aged man in front of him, Tang San, who is usually considered number one in Taoism, suddenly saw through the true nature of his uncle at this moment, so he rarely showed deep sadness color.

Stretching out a finger tremblingly, pointing to the sky, Tang San gritted his teeth and raised his head and cursed: "Old old blind."

Then retracted two fingers and poked his forehead: "The little one is blind."

The next moment, Tang San crossed the whisk and pointed at Dongwu tremblingly: "Bai Shengsheng's eldest sister just gave you this fashionable item for nothing. Having children, after 20 years, how many good things have you eaten?" How many good clothes have you worn?"

"It's really bad luck for my old Tang family to meet you!"

The current Tang San was really beating his chest and stamping his feet: "I've come all these years, it's not a fashion thing, it's just white money, and it's worth 800 taels of your cheap stuff!"

"Feng Beishi, Feng Beishi, I understand today that you are finally a piece of mud, mud that can no longer be wiped off the wall!"

Tang San'er, who was finally sober in the world, thought that all his venture capital investment these years had been in vain. At this moment, he felt sad and angry, and his eyes showed a fierce look.

I saw him straighten his waist, lift up one foot, lead the sword with one hand, and swing the whip into a ring with the other, posing a combined killing style of "immortal guiding the way" + "raising fire to the sky", condescending, full of a strong sense of oppression : "I will make a break with your grandson today!"

On this side, Master Feng saw that his uncle had gone crazy, so he hurriedly twisted his waist and leaned down. With both arms, he used the "Lion Binding Rabbit" to protect the vital parts of his head and face. type" action.

At that time, in the small green brick courtyard, one man looked like a King Kong with glaring eyes, jumping up to hurt others, while the other fell down and acted like a child. In a state of resignation, he posed together as a "golden jade slave" Whip the thin lover" picture came out.

Chapter 705 The Daily Life of the Northern Trio ([-])

"When, when, when."

Just when swords were on the verge of breaking out in Feng's courtyard, and the rabbit was crouching and the eagle was flying, the half-open courtyard door was politely knocked three times, and at the same time, a polite voice of inquiry came: "Dare to ask, it is Feng Feng from Honglu Temple. Is it at the master's house?"

Hearing the sound, the two people in the courtyard turned around in astonishment.

What came into view was a young man standing at the gate of the courtyard, and half of the carriage inadvertently exposed behind him.

This young man is about 20 years old, with a fair face, beardless, and a regular face.

From the perspective of later generations, the attire of this urban boy with a white face is very ordinary, that is, the common British petty bourgeoisie: a briefcase, a three-piece suit of fine wool plaid, leather shoes, and short hair.

However, in the city of Beijing in the seventeenth century, this outfit was very eye-catching.

Tang San, who was stunned for two seconds, first quickly stopped his feet and stood still, then wrapped a whip in his hand and hid it behind him.

Next, he stood with his hands hanging down, bent down respectfully, and asked for instructions: "Master, I have a guest, please welcome me."

Master Feng, who just got up, had no choice but to nod when his complexion changed from red to white.

The next moment, Tang San, who was full of smiles, hurried to the gate of the courtyard, bowed and asked: "Is the little brother from the residence of Uncle Zhongyong?"

"My servant, Xu Ning, is working in Uncle Zhongyong's residence."

The young man was not at all surprised at being guessed about his past.Because in the conservative capital, the only ones who dared to dress like this in the past few years were people from Zhongyongbo's residence.Xu Ning is used to being treated as a rare object by the natives: "May I ask who you are?"

It stands to reason that the identity of the uncle and uncle in the small courtyard is clear at a glance, not to mention that Master Feng is still wearing official robes.

And the young man named Xu Ning ignored Tang San's contact, and insisted on asking clearly, which naturally had doubts in it.

"My surname is Tang, and I'm in charge of the Feng family." Tang San was an old man with clear eyes and brows.Hearing this young man's question, he knew that his violent action was seen by others, so he quickly explained: "Hehe, I am dissatisfied with Brother Xu, my master is from the Liyuan, and he likes to play on every occasion... These days, the master has fallen in love with the old man at the front door. Ban's "Picking the Pulley"... No, once it's released, it's fun to play it."

"Oh, oh, that's how it is...Master Feng is in a good mood, in a good mood!"

When Xu Ning heard this, he didn't doubt that he was there, and suddenly realized, then he folded his hands in the air and walked into the courtyard with a smile.

Master Feng, who was passive throughout the whole process, has regained his official airs at this time, but his face is slightly embarrassing.Seeing the young man walking in front of him, Master Feng coughed and asked with his hands behind his back, "Uncle Zhongyong's residence? Why are you looking for me?"

"Oh, that's it."

Xu Ning bowed again while speaking, and then opened the cowhide briefcase in his hand. Under Tang San's eager gaze, he took out a crimson hollowed-out bronzing invitation card, and handed it to the Tang San with both hands: "Xue Jingji in the house wants to invite Master Feng to meet."

"Xue's Experience in Uncle Zhongyong's Mansion" is the official title of Xue Haiyuan, the head of the Beijing Railway Station.

Nowadays, the low-level official term "Xue Experience" has already become a special symbol representing a certain power in the south.From the emperor to the official Jia, the degree of importance to this term is the highest level.

No matter how old Master Feng is in the officialdom, he is also very famous for Xue Experience, who has risen in the capital in recent years.After receiving the invitation card that Butler Tang bent over, he opened it and glanced at the text on the inside page.

"Huh... Fortunately, it will be three days later."

Originally, Master Feng was worried that the legendary fierce and domineering Uncle Zhongyong would send a domineering invitation.Now it seems that they also know how to be polite, and gave at least three days: "It seems that the rumors are not true."

"Please also report back to Mr. Xue, I will definitely pay a visit at that time."

"So, I will take my leave."

The young man who got the answer turned around and went out.At the same time, Master Feng also turned his head back to the house with a complicated expression.

At this time, Tang Butler, who was full of ecstasy, had already twisted his tall body into a quail shape, and while sending Brother Xu out, he took out the Yinzi Fortress to pay for his transportation.

However, Steward Tang was gently rejected by the young man.Until they boarded the big black carriage with the kerosene lamp of Uncle Zhongyong's mansion, the young man did not accept Tang Steward's lavish money for the carriage.

"It's amazing, it's amazing! If there really is a mountain of gold, no silver will be accepted. The sect of the Ming Dynasty, this is the only one in Zhongyongbo's house!"

The capital city is special, even an ant at the base of the city wall has a sense of politics, let alone a social person like Tang San who has a wide range of information.Over the years, the aborigines have a far better understanding of the thoughts of the transmigration forces than imagined.

"Crannies! Ahaha crony!"

Tang Butler, who returned to the house, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "God, open your eyes! Brother-in-law, Master Feng, Mr. Feng, you are finally attracted by someone! My old Tang family is going to be spoiled this time!"

The next moment, Tang Butler, who was in ecstasy, found that Mr. Feng, who was sitting in the top chair, was pensive and worried.

After dealing with this dick for half his life, Tang Butler didn't know that his brother-in-law was irresponsible.Seeing this appearance, Tang Butler suddenly realized that he might still have a lot of work to do in the next few days.

Patting his forehead, Tang Butler collected himself and pulled himself out of the ecstasy.Next, he took out an ingot of broken silver from his sleeve, slapped it on the table, and shouted to the back room: "Elder sister, go to the street corner and call for a table. If we don't talk about anything else today, let's give it to brother-in-law first." congratulate!"

It happened in the small courtyard of Feng's family, a day of great sorrow and great joy passed like this.

Two more days passed.

Time: evening.

Location: Fung's House.

The characters are still Master Feng and Butler Tang.

Today's Master Feng is no longer the middle-aged man in crisis.He had a rosy complexion, a neat beard, and the miscellaneous hair and rough skin on his face were gone. He had obviously spent money at a shaving stall at the intersection of the street.

Apart from his appearance, Master Feng also changed his outfit: a well-fitting machine-made cotton robe, and new black reflective leather shoes, which are the most popular style nowadays.

As the saying goes, people rely on clothing, Buddha depends on gold.Mr. Feng's orderliness here and there, coupled with the official arrogance he has accumulated over the years, forced him to come up immediately.

"Okay, okay." Uncle Tang, an angel investor who paid for the master's new image all the time, squeezed his chin to express his satisfaction: "With this outfit, I won't be shivering when I go to the uncle's house tomorrow."

For the new outfit, Master Feng was naturally satisfied, but he was more or less modest: "It's probably not an important matter, so there is no need to be so grand."

"It doesn't matter if we say it or not. No matter what it is, you will be invited to the meeting because of your brother-in-law, right?"

Uncle Tang, who is the chief director, took out a mock paper from his sleeve: "Let's match our words, so that you won't mess things up again when we go tomorrow."

Seeing that his uncle was serious, Master Feng licked his lips: "There's no need to be like this..."

"Have it."

Uncle Tang, who didn't believe in his son-in-law's "honesty" at all, had already put on a serious face at this time, and put on a face of "don't talk nonsense if you want to eat me", and sat down seriously opposite Master Feng, unfolding the paper: "I said , you go back."

"I don't know how Lord Feng thinks of Uncle Cao in the south?"

"Cough... this, Uncle Cao guards Tiannan, secures the country and stabilizes the country, is loyal to the liver and righteous, and is actually a white jade pillar that supports the sky and a purple golden beam in the sea."

"Master Feng has been in Honglu Temple for a long time, how do you think about Siam and other countries?"

"Well, that generation is evil, pretending to pay tribute for many years, and the puppet court has no sky, so it should be severely punished!"

"I don't know how Mr. Feng treats the princes of the dynasty..."

After answering a series of mock exam questions, Uncle Tang was delighted to find that Master Feng answered them all correctly.It seems that he himself has figured it out in the past two days.

"Not bad."

After nodding his head in praise, Uncle Tang read out the last big question: "Nowadays, the business is too strict, and the tax has been added year after year, causing the world to be in chaos, the people are in dire straits, and the foundation of the country is shaken... Master Feng, can you teach me?"

"Why is it so!"