Chapter 1300 Mi Langjun reappears in the world (once again dedicating a 5000-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.
After all, Jianye's palace was expanded from the original old general's palace.
The wood 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 expansion part is not to build a new city wall, but to surround it with fences and serve as a city wall.
So to see whether a person's status in Jianye City is high or not, just look at where he lives.
Live in the newly divided part of the city, surrounded by fences.
Needless to say, it is either a member of the lower class or a member of the elite family.
And 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, there is a house in an alley on Yuan Road. Although it looks like the front door is tall, but if you look closely, you will see that there are no servants from the wealthy family coming in and out, and there is no buzz of people.
Not to mention the crowds of guests and carriages and horses.
No one was walking in front of the door, and the main and small doors were all closed, 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, you can see dust flying quietly.
The paint on the doorposts at the entrance of the house has peeled off in many places, and looks a bit mottled under the light.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."
A horse bell 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.
The outer wall of the carriage is not engraved with complicated patterns, 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 expensive and 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's not for civilian use.
Among the people in Jiangdong, bullock carts are now popular.
The dignitaries in Jianye City may be willing to pay a high price to buy one, two, three or four fine horses from the Han Dynasty to show off.
But it is absolutely impossible to use these precious horses to pull carts.
Most of the people who can ride in this kind of carriage are people with hands and eyes that are as big as dirt and money as dirt.
Therefore, it is not surprising that such a low-key, luxurious and connotative carriage suddenly appeared in front of the front door of this down-to-earth family, and 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, woolen fabrics, exquisite wine jars separated by burlap, and oil paper bags with the characteristics of Han brown sugar packaging, 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 people live, the people who can buy real estate here are at least big and respectable people.
But once these carts of gifts were laid out, they had already reached the point where these people would be jealous.
"Mr. Lang, we're here."
Under the incredulous gaze of the peepers, 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 gentleman is really too eye-catching.
Not only is his appearance 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 damn charm.
The little uncle who is between young and middle-aged, at the peak of his youth and autumn.
While walking slowly 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.
It was obvious that the concierge of this family could not sit still due to such a show of force in front of his house.
Until the moment when the other party stretched out his hand to knock on the door, he couldn't believe that the other party was really looking for his master's house.
"May I ask this gentleman, who are you looking for?"
"Please inform me that Mi Zhao, a junior from the same clan, is here to visit General Mi."
Mi Zhao said and handed over a greeting card.
When the concierge heard the other party announcing his home address, he was obviously taken aback.
But after 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 stuttered back, then immediately turned around and ran inside.
After a while, a gray-haired old man ran out regardless of his manners. Before anyone arrived, his voice came first:
"Good nephew, but good nephew in person?"
Mi Zhao looked at this clan uncle who was only in his fifties and already looked senile. Even though he was determined, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
"Nephew photo, I've met my uncle."
The old man walked quickly to Mi Zhao, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He suddenly stopped, 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 open your mouth and scold me. I will never say a word in return."
When Mi Zhao heard this, he smiled, making people feel like they are taking a breath of spring breeze:
"What do you say, uncle? As a descendant, how dare I say anything about what happened to my ancestor (i.e. 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.
He is also the cousin of Mi Wei, Mi Zhao's father.
When the old man heard Mi Zhao's words, he turned around hesitantly and looked at Mi Zhao doubtfully:
"Is this true? Hasn't your father ever resented our family?"
Mi Zhao shook his head:
"My lord has said that as a descendant, I dare not comment on the grudges between my parents."
When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh:
"If I could hear this sentence before I was alive, I would be ashamed and hate it 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, no matter how much you blame your own adults, it is not too much.
Because it was Mi Fang's actions that caused Mi Zhu to die of illness from shame, shame, and hatred.
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 reject his nephew from outside the house and not invite 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, in these years, I have never had a guest in my house. I have 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. I hope my uncle will accept it."
The old man took the gift list from Mi Zhao, and after just scanning the top few lines, his expression suddenly changed.
His hands were shaking violently and uncontrollably, just like Parkinson's disease.
Then he subconsciously handed it back as if he were 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 indifferent?"
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 master passed away, the Mi family became even more neglected and was likely to decline day by day.
If it weren't for the fact that he had the title of general bestowed upon him by His Majesty himself and could 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 thousands of children and a huge asset back then. The old man had personally experienced and even enjoyed it when he was young.
So he quickly recovered from the shock, exhaled a long breath with some emotion, and forced a smile to Mi Zhao:
"The ceremony is as heavy as a mountain. 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.
"Did your wise nephew ever become an official in Han Dynasty?"
"Returning to my uncle, upon the recommendation of the Grand Sima, he is now appointed as the 'Transporter Cao of Wu State and the Customs Capital of Jingzhou'. In fact, he was sent to the State of Wu as envoy two months ago."
"It's just that I'm busy with business, and I have to travel between Jianye and Nanjun, so I don't have any free time. I have less business recently, so I have no time to come to visit. I hope my uncle won't be blamed for the late arrival."
From a distance, I saw the old man waving his hands:
"No wonder, no wonder, how could it be? He puts public affairs first before private affairs. It can be said that the good nephew has forgotten his family while he is in office!"
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-level position. It's just to monitor all kinds of materials shipped by the Han Dynasty to the Kingdom of Wu, and to review whether each caravan has violated regulations..."
As for the Jingzhou Customs Capital, it is naturally responsible for reviewing the tax collection 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, so as not to irritate some people in Jiangdong.
But despite this, the old man's body was shaken violently, he stopped involuntarily, widened his eyes, and looked at Mi Zhao:
"What do you mean by the good nephew, the good nephew is in charge of the goods transported from the Han Dynasty to the Wu Dynasty?"
Mi Zhao coughed:
"It's just monitoring, checking and so on. Of course, when uncle says he is in charge, he is actually in charge of part of it."
When the old man heard this, his face suddenly twitched!
When he saw the mountain of property outside the door, he just lost his mind for a moment.
But when he heard about Mi Zhao's official position, he really wanted to...
Become someone’s mother!
He even had an idea involuntarily:
I remember that 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?
The cruel reality is that my uncle's lineage has received overwhelming 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 rare wealth in the world was lost like this!
He just wanted to stomp his feet so hard that he wanted to beat his chest.
"uncle?"
Mi Zhao saw the old man's face 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."
"It's okay, uncle."
When he opened his legs again, the old man couldn't help but look back at the door, and then asked:
"Good 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 run away from 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, if so, my family is now a big man, I wonder, 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 turning to 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 sides said goodbye, the coachman who had been waiting outside the house came up to him:
"Mr. Lang?"
"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 boarded the carriage.
The wheels turned and started to drive towards the outside of Luxiang.
The whole journey was silent.
It wasn't until he returned to the library that the coachman, 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 heavy gifts?"
Mi Zhao looked at the aggrieved coachman and smiled slowly:
"It's precisely because their family caused such harm to my father that I gave them such heavy gifts!"
The driver didn't know why: "Ah? Why is this? What is the reason?"
Mi Zhao walked towards the building and said casually:
"Did you ever hear a saying?"
"What?"
"Every man is innocent, 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 holding on to money and showing off in the market."
After saying that, he continued walking inside.
I am from the same family as them, and I miss their old friendship and cannot bear to see their family in poverty, so I give them some financial aid.
As for whether they have the ability to keep those things, and what kind of experiences they will suffer because of those things, what does it have to do with me?
I'm not from Wu.
"ah!"
The coachman who handed over the carriage to the slave quickly followed him and said with a happy face:
"Lang Jun, I understand, you are..."
"Help them."
"Yes, yes, I'm just helping them."
After entering the courtyard, Mi Zhao continued:
"Actually, there is a more important meaning."
He raised his head and slowly looked northwest:
"Lixin."
"Lixin?"
"Yes, establish the trust of the great Han. If the great Han can treat traitors like this, let alone surrender, are you right?"
"Surrender?"
The coachman became more and more confused.
Mi Zhao smiled strangely: "When Master Wang arrives, there will naturally be people who surrender."
"The more trust you have, the heavier it is, and the bigger it is, the more people you will receive."
"In my brother's words, it's a united front."
The coachman became more and more confused:
"What a fairy like Feng Da Sima said is beyond the comprehension of a small person."
At this time, a servant came over to report:
"Mr. Lu, the school official Lu Zhongshu is here to visit."
Mi Zhao burst out laughing and said to the coachman:
"Look, another person with united front value has arrived."
Then he said to his servant:
"Take Lu Zhongshu to the front hall and tell him that I will go 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 go to the mansion to visit Lu Zhongshu. What a sin, what a sin!"
"What crime? Not guilty. I came here to express my gratitude to Mr. Mi Lang!"
Lu Yi quickly took two steps forward and took Mi Langjun's arm enthusiastically.
It was no wonder that he was not enthusiastic. After all, the man in front of him was specially sent by Feng Dasima to coordinate the exchange of materials between the Han Dynasty and Wu Dynasty.
This is a person who is related to the income of the school administration.
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 Mi Langjun over there in Nanjun? His Majesty has indeed granted the title of king to the fourth prince!"
As he spoke, he extended his thumb and said gratefully:
"Thanks to Mr. Mi Lang for teaching me this step!"
Mi Langjun waved his hand quickly, "This is not my fault, but what Grand Sima taught me."
"Yes, yes, the Great Sima's plan is unpredictable!"
Lu Yi quickly agreed, with a hint of awe in his tone unknowingly:
"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 he can help the school government plan to regain its momentum. I admire him deeply. I think that Da Sima is really a man of heaven!"
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."
