Chapter 82 082: Brother, brother [ask for a monthly ticket]
A Yan curiously grabbed a heavy gold ingot.
The gold ingots are so rich in color that they cannot be held in one hand.
He has never seen this thing.
Looked at the teacher with puzzled and curious eyes.
The old man smiled coldly, curled his lips: "You 'senior brother' really regards our master and apprentice as poor relatives who came to fight the autumn wind, and after serving the meal, you brought such a plate of food, making it clear that you two should get out of the way. Hmph, it's fresh."
Everyone knows the situation in Sibao County.
He is really comfortable as a sheriff, and he gets two hundred taels of gold as soon as he makes a move. He really treats money like dung!
A Yan said: "Brother, very good."
He ate a lot of delicious food today.
The old man was angry and funny, poked his forehead lightly with his finger, and asked, "In your opinion, whoever feeds you is a good person?"
A Yan pondered these words twice in his heart.
After a long time, he nodded firmly: "Yeah."
After a while, I added another sentence.
"However, the teacher is the best."
The teacher will not only cook him food, but also teach him a lot of things. Although he doesn't know what is the use of learning these things, for him, it is a rare joy in the boring daily life.
"Well, the teacher knows."
He exhaled heavily.
Although he often heard what A Yan said, every time he felt warm in his heart, and his unhappy mood improved a lot.
It's ridiculous to say, thinking that his official career has been smooth all his life, and there are countless disciples and old officials. How many people respect him as his master and teacher by calling himself his disciple? In the end, he was reduced to such a miserable situation.
He never dreamed that he would be "sent off" like this.
Shouldn't he be relieved that this student Xiaocheng is still "a bit conscientious"? At least he took his reputation into consideration and was willing to send people with silver taels instead of handing over the master and apprentice to Zheng Qiao to claim credit.
Thinking of this, the old man couldn't help shaking his head and sighing—
In the past, they tipped off the news and made trouble, but now they are treated generously and "respected as honored guests", and they are willing to spend money on money.
A Yan was keenly aware of the old man's complicated mood at this time.
He didn't know how to comfort him, he just clumsily held the teacher's big palm full of age lines with his small hand, and looked at him with eyes full of admiration. The old man pinched Ah Yan's small face, and laughed at himself: "Whether it's the world of mortals, or the officialdom of intrigues, there is always more icing on the cake and less charcoal in the snow. It is the norm to be with the red top and white... The old man is now a poor old man... "
Facing A Yan's eyes full of doubts, he said: "A Yan is still young, and he will know when he grows up. However, in your situation, you should retreat as a teacher. The world outside is not suitable for you, you If you join the WTO, you will be skinned and torn apart."
Skinning and bone removal?
A look of fear trickled down in Ah Yan's eyes.
He buried his head on the old man's knee, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't peel the skin, teacher, Ah Yan, don't be eaten..."
"Okay, okay, Ah Yan is so cute, you don't want to eat." The old man laughed out loud at Ah Yan's innocence, and said, "Although the old man didn't have a good life for a few years, it's okay to raise you. In the future Whoever wants to eat you, you just punch and kick back."
A Yan said: "Call back?"
"Yes, whoever it is, hit him!"
A Yan listened carefully, as if he wanted to keep these words deep in his mind, and acted like an imperial decree: "Well, hit him back! Hit him!"
The master and apprentice were talking when there was a knock on the door.
"Sir, the wine is here."
Old man: "Wine?"
Servant: "Yes, the master ordered to buy it."
In order to get through the relationship with the old man, the county guard put a lot of effort into inquiring about the old man's preferences, hoping to match his preferences, to show his presence in front of the old man, and maybe to be promoted in the officialdom in the future. Even if it doesn't work, it's good to leave a good impression.
Because of his humility, diligence, pragmatism and ability, the county guard has tasted a lot of sweetness from the old man, and secretly received a lot of care, which made him not so embarrassed when he first entered the officialdom.
One note will be remembered for many years.
But today is different from the past.
But he didn't know that the old man gave up drinking after raising Ah Yan.
The old man was about to refuse, but Ah Yan stared at the round-bellied wine jars with sparkling eyes, and said, "Teacher, Tang."
"It's not sugar, it's wine."
A Yan is stubborn: "It's sugar."
Old man: "It's wine."
A Yan lowered his head: "I want to eat."
The old man: "..."
He asked his servants to bring in the wine jar, opened the red cloth wine cork, and the rich and overbearing aroma of the wine came to his nostrils, as if even his clothes would be stained with the smell. The old man was slightly surprised, based on what he knew about that disciple, the wine he brought was either bland or tasteless or of bad quality, and ordinary people could buy two liang for a few bucks.
But it is obviously a rare wine.
The smell alone brought back his years-long addiction to alcohol.
The old man looked at A Yan and then at the wine jar.
Two phases are in a dilemma.
A Yan pointed to the wine jar: "It's sugar."
The old man was funny: "You said it was sugar, then let you taste it."
A Yan's eyes lit up: "Okay."
Said it was a taste, so I dipped some of it with chopsticks.
A Yan opened his mouth to whine, and swallowed in one gulp, his little face wrinkled into **** from the heat, his eyes were red, and he stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.
The old man laughed loudly.
"Wine is such a good thing, drink it when you grow up."
The old man was not polite about the good wine that the cheap student sent to his door, he just filled it up and drank two bowls in one go. He still sighed with emotion: "Your senior brother is good everywhere, but his heart is not good. Ji Jiying has climbed to this point, and I don't know how many people have been killed by means. I wanted to remind him to be careful about your senior brother, but people regard us as masters and apprentices. It's not good to just sit around for the sake of a scourge..."
If you step on something, don’t blame yourself for being knocked down.
A Yan looked at the wine jar like looking at a scourge again.
Hearing what the teacher said, I was confused.
He didn't quite understand what the teacher said.
Old man: "After drinking this, let's go."
"Brother? Brother?"
How come there are two senior brothers?
The old man looked accustomed to it.
"There are a lot of old officials who are students of the master. Although the friendship is mediocre, you can tell which one is your senior brother. It is rare for Xiaocheng to have two seniors? I just didn't expect it, I didn't expect it..."
Qishan and Xiaocheng County Sheriff's little old enmity with the old Huangli, there was quite a big quarrel in a small area back then, and the old man also knew three points of the inside story. When he entered Xiaocheng, he subconsciously opened up the way of scribes, and found that Qishan was nearby, so he knew that the cheap county guard's disciples were going to be in trouble.
The old man said: "Your senior brother surnamed Qi likes to plan before making a move. If he dares to appear in the enemy's territory, it means that he is sure enough to hit a hit, and he will be ashamed..."
A Yan listened blankly.
"Stay away from them all." Recalling some past events, the old man murmured with a smile, "You are not a kind person, how can you be friendly?"
A Yan: "Huh?"
Still confused.
At the same time, Qishan and Gu Chi also had a clear breakup. The atmosphere was not as tense as before, and the tension was full of gunpowder. Instead, there was a bit of relaxation and comfort of reuniting old friends.
Gu Chi frowned when he saw that Qi Shan accepted it well.
Qishan seems to be able to read minds better than him: "Are you wondering why I am not afraid of your scribes?"
Gu Chi said: "A little bit."
Pray for goodness: "Because I have seen more dreadful ones."
After taking the medicine, I drank a pot of hot water, hoping that the tonsils will return to normal tomorrow.
(end of this chapter)