Hua Wuxie, who was standing next to me, saw that I couldn't take my gaze away from the man for a long time, so he asked me, "Is it really that important?"
"I've already said that if you want to go home, you must have a musical flute."
"The old man just said that trade has been interrupted, but if you give him thirty taels, maybe he will risk his life and smuggle it over for you, let's try?"
"Thirty taels? Do you have any?" I suddenly looked up at him, my eyes full of expectation.
"I don't have any, not even three ounces."
"Then what are you talking about... let's go." Continue to pay homage to the rich. If you ask them to donate too much, you might be able to deduct from it. Hehe, the thirty taels will be no problem.
First, we visited the prefect of Liaodong City, but before the visit, we had to go to a stall that specializes in facial makeup, pick out a mask belonging to Mr. Guan and give it to Hua Wuxie, "Just wear this..."
"What?"
"Aren't you afraid that others will recognize you? Wearing this will prevent others from recognizing you."
"So this is the trick you were talking about?" He said with an expression of contempt for me.
"Then do you have any better ideas?"
"never mind……"
Without further ado, he quickly put the facial makeup on his face. It looked pretty good, at least much better than when he painted it all black. Okay, now everything is ready to go.
After walking for about five minutes, we arrived at the prefect's Yamen.
However, the process of visiting was really troublesome, almost as difficult as going to see the emperor.
The magistrates are so arrogant that they have to inform everyone at all levels to show that we are the Kong family and explain that invitations have been sent out a few days ago. Please go in and inform the guards as the first step.
We stood outside and waited for a long time.
After a long time, the guard came out and said arrogantly: "Our prefect agrees to see you, come with me."
He led us into the living room and said: "Wait for now, our prefect will meet with very important guests. He will naturally meet you when he is free later..."
Alas, are we going to have to wait for another half day?
How could the Ming Dynasty survive with such parents and officials?
Hua Wuxie was so angry that she slammed the table and shouted at the maid: "Hey, no one is even serving tea?"