He remembered that when Fu Bi was here, every time Fu Han saw him, there seemed to be some contempt in his eyes.
It's just that Mr. Fu Han usually doesn't show it.
However, all the disciples of Duke Fu Han unanimously distanced themselves from each other after Duke Fu Han took over the throne.
Wu Anzhi was a little irritable.
Wen Yanbo and Fu Bi were both old foxes who had grown up in the imperial dynasty.
These two people have always disliked him.
This always makes Wu Anzhi feel a little uneasy.
Do you feel like you have done something huge wrong?
But what did I do wrong?
Wu Anchi thought seriously, but couldn't figure out what he had done wrong?
"Selling newspapers... selling newspapers..."
In the distance, Wu Anchi heard the childish cries of children.
"The Bianjing Newspaper just published today..."
"Jiaozhi surrendered, paid a tribute of one million dan of rice every year, and sent his brother to the court to apologize!"
Wu Anzhi suddenly became a little irritable after hearing this.
Just in time, the two newsboys, holding a stack of thick tabloids that smelled of ink, came to him. Seeing that he was wearing an official's green robe and had a fresh face, they immediately came up to sell them.
"Official, do you want to buy a copy of the Bianjing Newspaper?"
"With only five yuan, you can buy the latest news from the government and the opposition, and you can also know the prices of various places in Bianjing, as well as the good places to eat, drink and have fun in Bianjing."
Bianjing Xinbao is currently developing extremely magnificently.
The number of printed copies per issue has now reached 20,000.
At its peak, it exceeded 50,000.
Such a large circulation is naturally due to the fact that this tabloid is very down-to-earth.
Except for news, most of the pages are devoted to daily life.
It not only contains gossip about state affairs, but also includes daily necessities, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, and tips on eating, drinking, and having fun.
Today, Bianjing News is not only popular among Bianjing people.
Along with officials and merchants from various places, his influence spread to states and counties all over the world.
Bianjing News has become a window for outsiders to understand the situation in Bianjing.
However, these two newsboys found the wrong person, and Wu Anchi was already in a bad mood.
He then looked at the two newsboys in patched rough clothes. They were about eleven or twelve years old, with bright red faces and jet-black eyes. They were healthy and confident, and their eyes were bright and seemed to be shining.
This stung Wu Anchi.
It reminded him of the way Wen Yanbo looked at him...
Dislike, disgust, reject a thousand miles away.
It also reminded him of Fu Bi's vague alienation from him when he was still alive.
Now, even the two newsboys dared to look directly at him.
Who do you think he is?
He knew the origins of the newsboys hired by Bianjing Newspaper.
They are all orphans!
They belong to the lowest group in Bianjing City, the most hopeless and the most easily bullied.
In the past, hundreds of people in Bianjing would freeze to death and starve to death every year.
When seeing someone like him in the yamen, they would only kowtow to please him or stay away from him.
Where do you dare to look at him directly? Where do you dare to talk to him?
Wu Anchi suddenly felt humiliated.
He is a very sensitive person by nature.
Otherwise, his married wife would not be in trouble to the point where the whole world would know about the discord.
As a result, his mind collapsed.
"Who are you talking to?" Wu Anzhi reached out angrily and waved at the two newsboys who had the audacity to look directly at him.
"I am the yamen of the prime minister's family!"
Yes, he is the yamen of the prime minister’s family!
Born with a golden key in his mouth.
Born to be superior to others!
Poor two newsboys, they are only eleven or twelve years old, they have only had enough food for three to five months, and their bodies have not been fully restored yet, so they are held in the hands of an adult like Wu Anzhi, who is over five feet five inches tall, leaving nothing behind.
He stretched out his hand and slapped his face.
Snap!
Suddenly, the cheeks of the two poor children became swollen.
Then, they cried loudly.
Things happened so fast that Wu Anchi's followers didn't even react. They saw their master, roared and beat the faces of the two newsboys until they were swollen.
They immediately gathered around, looked at the two newsboys, threatened and yelled: "Get out! Get out!"
"Don't even look at the robes worn by my officials!"
The colors of submission in the imperial dynasty are arranged in order of green, purple, and green.
Selected people wear green, officials in the capital wear green, waiters wear red, and chief ministers wear purple.
Wearing a green robe means that you are an official in Beijing.
There are only 2,800 people in the whole world combined.
Generally, only civil servants who are magistrates of a state or above are qualified to wear green robes.
The officials in his family are still the yamen of the former prime minister’s family!
The status is even more unusual!
How dare two mere children from nowhere dare to come into contact with an official of their own?
Eat the bear's heart and the leopard's courage!
If this was in Huazhou, he could be arrested directly, put in prison, and treated well.
It's a pity that Wu Anzhi is still his follower.
But they have all forgotten a key question - these newsboys, who walk the streets and alleys of Bianjing City, peddling everywhere, why have they never had any problems so far?
It can even be used in all streets and alleys without anyone coming or going.
Are the gangsters in Bianjing City unable to carry the knife?
Or are the corrupt officials in Bianjing City silent?
The two newsboys, after a brief moment of panic, remembered the education they had received in the school and Bianjing Newspaper.
Chief Editor Hu's words rang in their ears.
"You eat official meals, wear official clothes, sleep on official beds, and read official books!"
"You are members of the official family. Don't cause trouble outside, but don't be afraid of trouble either!"
"When something happens, blow the whistle."
The rules of Bianjing Xinbao are strict.
Even the quilts are required to be folded into tofu pieces. If the folds are slightly out of place, they will not be able to eat for the whole day and will be forced to stand.
If you do something wrong, you will be severely punished, and in serious cases, you will be expelled.
Fired?
The two newsboys recalled their wandering days.
The fear of starvation, displacement, and helplessness trumped all else.
So, they cried loudly, and then blew a special porcelain whistle hung around their necks hard.
The sharp whistle broke the silence at the entrance of the alley.
"How dare you blow the whistle?" Wu Anzhi's followers were furious: "You want to call someone, right?"
Wu Anchi even laughed.
He had heard about the reputation of Hu Feipan in the Bianjing Newspaper.
Knowing that this person has great magical powers, he can prosper in Bianjing City, and the Bianjing New Newspaper can even compete with the Bianjing Yibao hosted by Sima Kang.
Naturally, there must be power and backing.
But so what?
He is the prime minister and the son of Yanei.
Among the current ministers in the capital, there are two or three who once served under his father and are his old disciples.
Therefore, even with that Hu Frisbee, his fight was in vain!
Even if a small businessman was injured, he still had to come and serve him wine.
Not to mention the newsboy under the small businessman!
"I want to see who dares to make the decision with you?" Wu Anzhi said unruly.
The style of the yamen is clearly evident in him at this moment.
…
It’s another boring afternoon.
Xu An sat bored in the side room of the military store, covering Fan Yangli's head.
As the head of the capital under the inspection of the left and right wings of the Bianjing Army.
His duty is to maintain public order in the village, take charge of fire prevention, and maintain the street trees in Bianjing City and the lotus plants planted in the canals.
After all the heroes from Bianjing went to Denglai to pan for gold, there were far fewer thefts in Bianjing city on weekdays.
I can only receive a salary of three to five thousand dollars a month, and I occasionally prey on the small businessmen and hawkers to get some benefits to survive.
"What is this?" Xu An jumped up and became energetic: "Come and live!"
He remembered it very clearly.
Kaifeng Mansion has issued strict orders a long time ago.
The newsboys of Bianjing Xinbao are the key protected objects of Kaifeng Prefecture.
Anyone who dares to extend his claws to those newsboys is a morally corrupt, unconscionable, and extremely shameless scumbag!
For such scum, the Kaifeng Prefecture's Left and Right Army Inspection Department must take a heavy blow!
What makes low-level officials like Xu An even more excited is that the KPIs have been set by the superiors.
For officers and soldiers patrolling the military stores, military stores, and fire stores in various places, as long as they can protect the newspaper boy once, they will be counted as one meritorious service. If they accumulate ten times, they will be able to reduce their grind by one year.
When the Bianjing Newspaper was first published last year, the people in the inspection department around Bianjing City went crazy with joy.
Many people have accumulated enough merit in a few days and have reduced their grind.
During that time, all the heroes and heroes in Bianjing city were credited to the inspection department of the left and right armies.
Some are lucky enough to earn enough merits in one go, get promoted directly, and go to work in the fat department of the Inspection Department.
But Xu An was not very lucky. Not to mention being promoted, he even lacked one credit to meet the standard of reducing the grinding force.
Now I hear the whistle, which is the standard newsboy asking for help.
Can Xu An still sit there?
He immediately picked up the weapon and alerted the few dozing fellows in the arsenal.
"Don't sleep, don't sleep!"
"The credit is delivered to your door!"
The sleepy soldiers opened their eyes and looked at Xu An: "Tou, what's going on?"
"Listen!" Xu An said to them.
The soldiers pricked up their ears.
They heard the whistle.
Come on everyone!
They all stood up and picked up their weapons: "That blind thief, how dare you offend Bianjing Xinbao!? Aren't they afraid of death?"
The water in Bianjing Xinbao is very deep.
Kaifeng Mansion and the Detective Department all have an unclear relationship with it.
Of course, these things are too far away from these preparations.
To be honest, as long as the fire is not burning in the brow, these guys will just procrastinate.
But the problem is, they are very wealthy!
People who have helped Bianjing Xinbao and come back to Bianjing Xinbao will definitely express their feelings.
Not only will someone bring the victimized newsboy to the door to say thank you and send him a token of gratitude.
Although it's not much, maybe only a few hundred pieces per person.
However, the newsboys of Bianjing New News will send letters of thanks to them and banners to hang at the door of the military store!
This is unbearable!
The soldiers are all rough and tough. Where have you seen such a battle?
They took their children and bowed in front of them to express their thanks, and each of them shouted out loud: "Thank you uncle for your generous support for the children. It's just a small gift, but I hope my uncle will accept it."
Then, the thank-you gift enclosed in the red envelope was delivered to the hands of these children, who bowed again to thank them and presented them with handwritten letters of thanks.
The contents of these thank-you letters are sincere, and they describe the past experiences of these children, who were bullied, helpless, and had no one to care about.
Then the conversation changed - thanks to the help of their uncle, the children began to understand the tenderness of the world.
Finally, someone beat gongs and drums and hung a banner in the lobby or door of the military store.
What about ‘heroes of righteousness’, ‘heroes who protect the people’, and ‘neighborhood righteous men’?
I really can't stand it, I can't stand it at all.
Not to mention, there were sergeants from the left and right military inspection departments who were so grateful that they came to recognize them as their uncles and adoptive fathers because they helped the newspaper boy. They visited their homes during every year and festival to express their gratitude. They were more sensible than their own nephews or sons.
, things of filial piety.
So, Xu An took his troops and set off in a hurry.
The efficiency is more than ten times faster than usual.
Soon, they arrived at the scene of the incident and saw a middle-aged civil servant in a green robe, with a group of followers, surrounding two poor newsboys, looking menacing and murderous.
Xu An's brows twitched and he said in his heart: "It's time for me to get promoted and make a fortune."
Green robe is the official uniform worn by civil servants and officials in the imperial court.
If you put him in another place, he would be a majestic and great person.
But in Bianjing City...
Even among high-ranking officials, there are many important ministers who wear fish bags around their waists and gold and silver fish bags.
As for Bianjing Xinbao, its background is unfathomable and its backing is beyond imagination.
Even the crows at Yushitai did not dare to interfere with the affairs of Bianjing Xinbao.
So, Xu An led his soldiers forward without fear and yelled loudly: "What's wrong? What's wrong!"
"Where did Xiaoxiao come from and dare to commit murder in the street, intimidate newsboys, and bully children?"
"Come on, arrest them all and take them back to the Military Inspection Department!"
He is just an eighth- or ninth-grade civil servant and an official in the imperial court.
The chief officers of the Inspection Department of the left and right armies in Bianjing were all senior military officials from the seventh or seventh rank.
Further up, the person in charge is the Kaifeng Prefecture's Director of Military Affairs. This assignment evolved from the Postal Supervisor of the Han and Tang Dynasties.
It has always been served by civil servants and courtiers from the seventh rank or even the seventh rank.
Going up further is to know Kaifeng Mansion from the fourth rank or the sixth rank.
Therefore, Xu An is not afraid of making matters worse.
It's best to make a big fuss!
By alerting the people above him and making a big case, he can fish in troubled waters and get promoted and make a fortune.
As for the big shot's AoE, will he be accidentally beaten to pieces?
Xu An is not afraid at all!
When you are alive in this world, you must die with your eggs in the sky, and you will not die for tens of millions of years.
…
Wu Anchi looked at the man from Kaifeng Mansion with soldiers on his head and yelled at him.
He laughed and said to himself: "I have only been away from Bianjing for more than three years, but unexpectedly the people in Bianjing have already forgotten me!"
I remember that when his father Wu Chong was the prime minister, he was so majestic that even the capital city would tremble when he stomped his feet.
If he hadn't been framed by Cai Que and the editor-in-chief had been moved to another place, Wu Anchi might have been promoted to a post in the government office.
So, he took the time to look at the visitor and narrowed his eyes with a smile.
"Are you sure you want to arrest me?" Wu Anchi smiled.
"It's easy to catch me, but it's difficult to get me out."
He is the son of the prime minister.
There is still a state that knows the state, even if it is a person with power.
But he is also an official!
He was just the head of the district, and he arrested the magistrate of a state without authorization, and he was still the son of the prime minister.
This basket is not that big.
Xu An squinted his eyes and looked at the man opposite him. Of course he knew that if it was an ordinary matter, he would not dare to touch a civil servant.
At most, stabilize the situation and then send someone to notify the people above.
However, this involves Bianjing Xinbao.
Behind the Bianjing Newspaper is the Kaifeng Mansion and Detective Department.
And in Kaifeng Mansion, it is not just the Ming Mansion that is squatting now.
Nowadays, officials will go to Kaifeng Mansion to inspect the government every ten days and a half.
The economic officials around the official family would go to Kaifeng Mansion to work if they had anything to do.
Therefore, Xu An was not afraid.
He stared at the other person: "I am the commander of the left army and right wing of Kaifeng Prefecture, and I am ordered by the emperor to maintain law and order in this place!"
"I can take care of anyone who violates national laws, no matter who they are!"
"This official, please come back to the Yamen with me."
"Hmph!" Wu Anchi sneered: "I don't know whether to live or die!"
It is the common people's fantasy that a prince commits the same crime as the common people.
The reality is that in the Song Dynasty, people of different classes had different levels of treatment in law.
Those without official status compete for money, and those with official status compete for official status.
Within the officials, they are also divided into civil servants, military ministers, internal ministers, and skillful officials.
He is a civil servant, he is noble himself, and he is the son of the prime minister, so he is more noble.
Wu Anzhi swore in his heart that when the time came, even if this blind little official knelt on the ground and begged him, he would never let him go!
His family must be destroyed!
For a yamen like Wu Anchi, killing a small family is as easy as eating and drinking.
