Chapter 1293 Mi Langjun reappears in the world (once again dedicating a 5,000-word chapter to the good man Xiong Diting)
Strictly speaking, Jianye is not qualified as the capital of a country.
In other words, it is relatively shabby.
Because it has been using the original old city wall since Sun Quan became emperor until now.
Some places have even become dilapidated and dilapidated.
Jianye’s imperial palace was expanded from the original old general’s residence.
Timber and stone were demolished from the palace in Wuchang and transported to Jianye by water for secondary use.
This is not the case with the Jianye City Wall - of course, it would be wrong to say that it has not been expanded.
But the expanded part is not a new city wall, but just surrounded by fences and used as a city wall.
So to judge whether a person’s status in Jianye City is high or not, it’s almost all about where he lives.
Live in a newly divided part of the city, surrounded by fences.
Needless to say, they are either common people at the bottom or relatives of the soldiers.
Further inside, those who live on the edge of the original old city are families with some wealth.
The innermost streets near the palace are basically the residences of dignitaries.
The closer you are to the palace, the higher your position.
Of course, there are not exceptions.
For example, a house in a certain alley on Yuan Road may appear to have a tall front door, but if you look closely, you will see that there are no busy servants coming in and out of the high-ranking family, and there is no bustle of people.
Not to mention the crowd of guests and the carriages and horses.
No one was walking in front of the door, and the main and small doors were closed tightly, making it seem quite deserted.
The sun has not yet passed its zenith, and the slanting sunlight shines down. Where the light and darkness intersect, dust can be seen flying quietly.
The paint on the doorposts at the entrance of the mansion has peeled off in many places, and looks a bit mottled under the light.
“Ding-ding-dang-dang…”
Horse bells rang in the distance.
A carriage gradually drove over from the distance of Luxiang.
The sound of horse bells comes from the bells on the necks of the horses pulling the carts.
There are no complicated patterns carved on the outer wall of the carriage, but under the sunlight, the faintly reflected dark red color shows that the wood used to build the carriage is of extraordinary quality.
Not to mention that this is Jianye and this is Jiangdong.
The land south of the Yangtze River was already short of horses. As the Three Kingdoms continued to stand in power, the Wei State in the north strictly prohibited war horses from flowing into the south.
Wu's horses became increasingly scarce.
Not to mention that in the past few years, even the state of Wei itself has begun to lack horses.
Although Ji Han is now supplying war horses to Wu, they are for military use.
It is not for civilian use.
In the folk of Jiangdong, ox carts are now popular.
The dignitaries in Jianye City may be willing to pay a high price to buy one, two, three or four good horses from the Han Dynasty to show off.
But it is absolutely impossible to use these precious horses to pull the cart.
Those who can ride in this kind of carriage are mostly people with hands and eyes that look up to the sky and regard money as dung.
So it is not surprising that such a low-key, luxurious and meaningful carriage suddenly arrived in front of the front door of this poor family. It is not surprising that there were surprised and even horrified looks from some cracks in the door.
Not to mention that there were several carriages carrying gifts behind this carriage.
The uncovered bundles of Sichuan brocade and woolen materials, the exquisite wine jars separated by burlap, and the oil paper bags that have the characteristics of Han brown sugar packaging, and the unknown wooden boxes that contain good things at a glance...
Every car is packed to the brim, leaving no room for anything.
Although this area is not a place where the top powerful families live, those who can buy real estate here are at least big and respectable families.
But once these carts of gifts were laid out, they had already reached the point where these people would feel jealous.
“Mr. Lang, we’re here.”
Under the disbelieving eyes of the voyeurs, the coachman stopped the carriage and horses steadily in front of the most unlikely house.
Then he shouted respectfully into the car.
The carriage door was opened, and a gentleman in brocade robes got out.
Then, the lady who was secretly observing let out an uncontrollable exclamation.
Without him, this husband is really too eye-catching.
Not only is he extremely handsome, but he also looks even more graceful and luxurious when paired with a decent brocade robe.
He is not a young man in his twenties who is full of vigor, but a young uncle who has matured and experienced, knows how to be restrained but cannot hide his **** charm.
The uncle is between young and middle-aged, at the peak of spring and autumn.
While walking slowly, calmly and calmly towards the side door, there were many more women's eyes in the cracks of the door, looking brightly at this side.
Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, the side door was already opened.
Obviously, the concierge of this family cannot sit still due to such a large amount of force in front of his house.
Until the moment when the other party reached out to knock on the door, he couldn't believe that the other party was really coming to his home.
“May I ask this husband, who are you looking for?”
“I would like to inform you that Mi Zhao, a junior from the same clan, has come to visit General Mi.”
Mi Zhao said and handed over a greeting card.
The concierge was obviously taken aback when he heard the other party announcing his home address.
But seeing him hesitate for a while, he accepted the invitation with some disbelief, as if until this moment, he still couldn't believe the facts in front of him.
“Please, sir, please wait, wait a moment.”
The concierge stammered in reply, then immediately turned around and ran inside.
After a while, a gray-haired old man ran out without caring about his manners. Before anyone arrived, the voice came first:
“A good nephew, but in front of a good nephew?”
Mi Zhao looked at this clan uncle who was only in his fifties and already looked very old. Even though he was determined, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
“My nephew, I have met my uncle.”
The old man walked quickly to Mi Zhao, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He stopped suddenly, turned around and covered his face and said:
“Where did my good nephew come from? Our family has no shame in seeing you again. If you want to come here to accuse me, please just curse me. I will never say a word in return.”
Hearing this, Mi Zhao smiled, making people feel like a spring breeze:
"What do you say, uncle? As a descendant, how can I dare to speak lightly about the affairs of my ancestor (that is, Mi Fang)? I came here this time to visit my uncle on your orders."
Mi Fang had been dead for many years at this time, and the old man in front of him was Mi Fang's son.
At the same time, he is also the cousin of Mi Wei, Mi Zhao's father.
When the old man heard what Mi Zhao said, he turned around hesitantly and looked at Mi Zhao doubtfully:
"Is this true? Didn't your father ever resent our family?"
Mi Zhao shook his head:
“My lord has said that as a descendant, I dare not comment on the grievances of my fathers.”
Hearing this, the old man couldn’t help but look up to the sky and sigh:
“If I could hear these words while I was alive, I would feel ashamed and hate myself until I die!”
As a son of a human being, the old man is naturally not qualified to say anything about his father Mi Fang's actions.
But for the victim, another member of the Mi family, it is not too much to blame his own adults.
Because it was Mi Fang's actions that led to Mi Zhu's death from illness and shame.
When Mi Zhao heard this, his expression remained unchanged, and even the smile on his face did not change at all:
"Zhao and his uncle haven't seen each other for decades, and now Zhao has traveled thousands of miles to come. Could it be that my uncle wants to refuse his nephew to stay outside the house instead of inviting Zhao into the house to talk to him?"
When the old man heard this, he quickly slapped his forehead and said apologetically:
“I’m so rude! Alas, I’ve never had a guest in my house in these years, and I’ve even forgotten how to treat guests. Don’t blame me, my dear nephew, please, please come quickly!”
“Thank you uncle, this is a small gift from my nephew, please accept it.”
The old man took the gift list from Mi Zhao and just scanned the top few lines before his expression suddenly changed.
Hands shook violently and uncontrollably, like Parkinson's syndrome.
Then he subconsciously handed it back as if holding a ball of coals, and said somewhat incoherently:
"This, no, it's too much, too expensive, our Mi family can't afford it..."
Mi Zhao seemed to have anticipated the other party's reaction. He stretched out his hand to block it:
“Uncle, this is a greeting gift from my nephew. I can’t write two characters in one stroke. Why is my uncle so arrogant?”
The old man couldn't resist, and couldn't help but look outside the house. When the fully loaded carriage was reflected in his eyes, his breath suddenly paused.
After all, money moves people’s hearts!
Even when adults are alive, they are often discriminated against and no one wants to associate with them.
After the death of the master, the Mi family has been ignored and is likely to decline day by day.
If it weren't for the title of general bestowed by His Majesty on his name and the ability to receive some salary to live on, I'm afraid this mansion would have been sold.
Now that I have been trapped for a long time, how can I not be distracted and unable to control myself when I first see a gift that even a wealthy family would envy?
However, the Mi family had tens of thousands of children and had assets worth hundreds of millions. When the old man was young, he had personally experienced it and even enjoyed it himself.
So he quickly recovered from the shock, exhaled a long breath with some emotion, and forced a smile to Mi Zhao:
“The gift is as heavy as a mountain, and it makes me feel uneasy, ashamed, ashamed! My dear nephew, please come inside.”
“Uncle please come first.”
The gifts outside the door will be carried into the house by servants. The two of them walked inside together, and they could still hear some words.
“Has your wise nephew ever been an official in Han Dynasty?”
"Returning to my uncle, he was recommended by the Grand Sima and is now serving as the "Transfer Cao of the State of Wu and the Customs Capital of Jingzhou". In fact, he was sent to the State of Wu as an envoy two months ago."
“It’s just that I’m busy with official business, and I have to travel between Jianye and Nanjun, so I don’t have any free time. Recently, I have less official work, so I have to come to visit as soon as possible. I hope my uncle is not to blame for his late arrival.”
From a distance, I saw the old man waving his hands repeatedly:
Then I heard him ask again:
“It’s just that this ‘Transporter 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, it’s just to supervise all kinds of materials shipped by the Han Dynasty to the Kingdom of Wu, and to review whether there are any violations in various caravans...”
As for the Jingzhou Customs Capital, it is naturally responsible for reviewing the taxes at various checkpoints in Jingzhou - after all, this is related to Wu's foreign debt mortgage.
But it’s hard to go into detail on this, lest it irritate some people in Jiangdong.
Even so, the old man's body was shaken violently, he stopped involuntarily, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mi Zhao:
“The wise nephew means that the wise nephew is in charge of the goods transported from Han Dynasty to Wu Dynasty?”
Mi Zhao coughed:
“It’s just to supervise and review things. Of course, when uncle says he’s in charge, it’s actually a part of it.”
When the old man heard this, his face suddenly twitched!
When he saw the mountain of property outside the door, he was just distracted for a moment.
But when he heard about Mi Zhao’s official position, he really wanted to...
Into someone’s mother-in-law!
He even had an idea involuntarily:
I think back then, my uncle (namely Mi Zhu) and your Excellency invested all their wealth to finance Liu Bei.
If you had not surrendered the Wu people when you were in Jingzhou, based on the status of the Mi family in the Han Dynasty, how could our family be much worse than my nephew's family now?
But the cruel reality is that my uncle’s lineage has received huge rewards, but my own lineage… alas!
As soon as he thought of this, the old man's heart suddenly felt like a knife being twisted!
This great wealth, which is rare in the world, was lost like this!
I just wanted to stomp my feet and beat my chest.
“Uncle?”
Mi Zhao saw the old man's expression changing, his eyes dull, and he stood there motionless as if in a daze, so he couldn't help but asked worriedly.
The old man who was brought back to reality replied in a panic:
"Oh, oh, nothing, nothing, I just thought of something."
"I hope your uncle is fine."
When he opened his legs again, the old man couldn't help but look back at the door, and then asked:
“My dear nephew, I heard rumors in the early years that you were at odds with Na Feng and Feng Da Sima. 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 Dynasty. No one can compare with him, but there is no news about you. I also say..."
Mi Zhao smiled slightly:
“Uncle, this must be a rumor spread by people with bad intentions. According to the current ranking of the Xinghan Association, there are eleven people. I am lucky to be able to call Da Sima my brother.”
Xinghan will be ranked eleventh?
Can you still call Feng Da Sima brother?
The old man's face twitched again.
No wonder!
No wonder he can be so generous.
If so, if so, my family is also in the Han Dynasty now, I can't say, well, my son can follow his nephew and call Feng Da Sima brother, right?
The old man's intestines were so painful that they turned blue.
The two of them drifted apart, and their words gradually became inaudible.
By the time Mi Zhao came out of Defu again, the sun was already setting in the west.
Moreover, all the main men in the house were sent 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 waiting outside the house came up to greet him:
“Langjun?”
“Well, let’s go back.”
Mi Zhao nodded slightly, nodded again to the Mi family who were still standing at the door of the mansion, and then got on the carriage.
The wheels turned and started to drive towards the outside of Luxiang.
No words were spoken all the way.
It wasn’t until they returned to the hotel that the driver, who had the same surname as Mi Zhao, couldn’t help but ask Mi Zhao who was getting off the car:
“Langjun, that family has done such harm to our ancestors, why did Langjun still come to visit them and give them such a heavy gift?”
Mi Zhao looked at the aggrieved coachman and smiled slowly:
“It’s precisely because their family has done such harm to our great father that I gave them such heavy gifts!”
The driver didn't know why: "Ah? Why is this? What's the reason?"
Mi Zhao walked towards the building and said casually:
“Have you ever heard of a saying?”
"What?"
“A common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.”
As he spoke, he stopped and added:
“Perhaps you will understand better if you are a childish person who is holding on to gold and swaggering through the market.”
Having finished speaking, he continued walking inside.
I am from the same family as them. I care about our old friendship and cannot see that their family is in poverty, so I provide them with so many things.
As for whether they have the ability to guard those things, or even what kind of experiences they will suffer because of those things, what does it have to do with me?
I am not from Wu.
"ah!"
The coachman who handed over the carriage to the slave quickly followed him and said with a smile on his face:
“Mr. Lang, I understand, what are you doing...”
“Help them.”
“Yes, yes, you are helping them.”
After entering the courtyard, Mi Zhao continued:
“Actually, there is a more important meaning.”
He raised his head and slowly looked to the northwest:
“Establish trust.”
“Lixin?”
"Yes, establish the trust of the Han Dynasty. If the Han Dynasty can even treat traitors like this, let alone surrender, are you right?"
“Surrender?”
The driver became more and more confused.
Mi Zhao smiled strangely: "When Master Wang arrives, there will naturally be people to surrender."
“The more trust you have, the heavier it is, and the bigger it is, the more people will be sent to you.”
“In my brother’s words, it is a united front.”
The coachman became more and more confused:
“What a fairy like Feng Da Sima said cannot be understood by a small person.”
At this time, a servant came over to report:
“Mr. Lang, Lu Zhongshu, the school official, is here to visit.”
Mi Zhao suddenly burst into laughter and said to the coachman:
“Look, another person with united battle value is here.”
Then he said to the servant:
"Take Lu Zhongshu to the front hall and tell him that I will go to see him immediately after I finish changing."
As soon as Mi Zhao walked into the front hall after changing her clothes, Lu Yi immediately stood up to greet her.
Seeing this, Mi Zhao quickly put on a smile and apologized:
"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 in the mansion. What a sin, what a sin!"
"What a crime, no guilt, someone came to the door to express his gratitude to Mr. Mi Lang!"
Lu Yi took two quick steps forward and took Mi Langjun's arm enthusiastically.
He couldn't help but be unenthusiastic. After all, the man in front of him was specially sent by Feng Dasima to coordinate the trade goods between Han Dynasty and Wu Dynasty.
This is a person related to the income of the school government.
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. After taking a look outside to make sure there was no one there, he lowered his voice and said excitedly:
"Have you ever heard of Mr. Mi Lang in Nanjun? Your Majesty has indeed granted the title of king to the fourth prince!"
As he spoke, he extended his thumb and said gratefully:
“Thanks to Mi Langjun for teaching me this step!”
Mi Langjun waved his hand quickly, "This is not my fault, it was taught by Da Sima."
“Yes, yes, the Great Sima’s plan is unpredictable!”
Lu Yi quickly agreed, with a hint of awe unknowingly in his tone:
"Da Sima is far away in Chang'an. Not only can he help us expose Lu Xun's harm in front of your Majesty."
“And now I can help the school government plan to regain its momentum. I am deeply impressed. I think that Da Sima is really a man of heaven!"
Have great foresight, Da Sima is indeed far-sighted!
Then he glanced at Mi Zhao and added:
“Of course, Mi Langjun is in the middle of the coordination, and I am very grateful.”
(End of this chapter)