The magistrate of Wugong County is called Liu Chi. He was originally the county magistrate. The magistrate was Zhu Si's confidant. Because of his many evil deeds, he was killed by Guo Song and became the county magistrate.
He heard that the county magistrate Wei had brought his relatives to be charged with serious crimes, so he couldn't help but feel strange, so he called the county magistrate for questioning.
Wei Xian Cheng did not dare to hide anything and told what happened today. Liu Chi was also frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. King Jin's personal soldiers would come forward. Maybe it was King Jin's private matter.
"Wang Ji should know the origin of Zhou Junyu!"
"I asked him about it on the humble road, and all he knew was that they were a begging mother and son who came from Yong County. Seeing that Zhou Junyu was strong, he deceived Zhou Junyu into becoming a slave in the name of recruiting his son-in-law, and deceived the mother and son into being illiterate.
"
Liu Chi walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and suddenly said: "Since he is a slave, then the county should have registered it!"
One sentence reminded Wei Xian Cheng that he did have a physical contract and it was he who handled this matter.
"Yes! I'll look for you from my humble job."
Wei County Magistrate hurried away. After a while, he brought a personal deed registered with the government and handed it to the county magistrate. "It has his place of birth on it. He is from Mingsha County, Lingzhou."
"There's trouble!"
Liu Chi rubbed his hands and said, "The native place of King Jin seems to be Mingsha County, Lingzhou."
He thought for a while and asked: "What's his mother's surname?"
Wei Xiancheng had seen their transaction documents. He closed his eyes and thought for a while, and suddenly said: "It seems to be called Guo Ping."
The two looked at each other, and they both understood that this Zhou Junyu might be the nephew of His Highness Prince Jin.
"Then what should we do?" Wei County Cheng suddenly panicked, "How about killing Wang Ji and sending his head to apologize."
"Don't worry!"
Liu Chi forced himself to calm down and asked, "Tell me, what exactly did King Jin's personal soldier say?"
Wei Xian Cheng thought for a while and said: "He said that His Highness the King of Jin did not want to force others. He asked Wang Ji to calculate the account clearly in two years. Not a penny should be lost. Let us handle it properly.
good."
Liu Chi paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking about this matter carefully. He thought for a long time, then walked back and threw the body deed into the brazier. After a moment, the body deed turned into a wisp of smoke.
"Go and get Wang Ji's share!"
"That copy has been torn off by His Royal Highness King Jin's personal soldiers and generals."
Liu Chi nodded, "It's just as I expected."
He solemnly said to Wei Xian Cheng: "You must remember two things. First, there is no slave or sale contract, and there is no son-in-law. Zhou Junyu just does odd jobs for Wang Ji, and the two parties agreed at that time; second,
Calculate the account clearly based on the highest price for monthly odd jobs."
"Does this mean that Your Highness, Prince Jin, will not pursue the case?"
Liu Chi sighed and said: "His Royal Highness the King of Jin will not care about a small person like Wang Ji, which will damage his status. If we kill Wang Ji to please him, it will be self-defeating. If he wants to kill Wang Ji, he will never let us do it."
, Do you understand?”
Wei Xian Cheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I understand the humble position!"
Liu Chi continued: "Secondly, His Highness the King of Jin certainly does not want his relatives to bear the reputation of slaves. Comparing his feelings, even we are not willing, so we first completely erase the status of slaves without knowing it, and then
Treat it as a rental dispute, and finally we will use a fairer method to resolve it, which is safer."
Wei Xian Cheng gave a thumbs up and praised: "You are still a wise Lord, I admire you for your humble position!"
Liu Chi felt proud, and he put his hands behind his hands and said calmly: "The higher up he is, the more he cherishes his reputation, and he will never let trivial things ruin his reputation, so the more fair we handle it, the more satisfied he will be.
"
Wei Xian Cheng's heart dropped. He thought for a while and said: "I asked Wang Ji and Zhou Junyu wanted to plant two hundred acres of farmland. According to the county prince, Zhou Junyu rented Wang Ji's land and planted two hundred acres of farmland.
If you can earn 300 guan in two quarters of the year and pay half of the rent, you will earn 150 guan in one year and 300 guan in two years."
Liu Chi nodded, "For this price, let Wang Ji pay for it, and let him remember this lesson for the rest of his life."
After a pause, Liu Chi asked again: "This matter is related to your future and mine. You must not pass it on to a third person. Tell Wang Ji that Zhou Junyu is the brother of that general, and you took care of this matter for him."
"Remember your humble position!"
...........
Three days later, Guo Song also met his nephew. He was indeed a very good young man, kind, honest, and extremely filial to his mother. He had a tall build, long arms, and a good figure for practicing martial arts. Unfortunately, he was already eighteen years old.
Yes, I missed the best period for practicing martial arts.
But as long as he can train hard and add his own talent, he might be able to catch up from behind.
"Do you want to join the army?" Guo Songxiao asked.
Zhou Junyu nodded with determination, "I don't want to rely on my uncle to get ahead. I want to rely on my own efforts to establish merit and become a pillar of talent."
Guo Song walked a few steps with his hands behind his back and asked again: "You must not be able to read yet!"
A look of shame appeared on Zhou Junyu's face. If he had been literate, mother and son would not have been fooled by that Wang Yuanwai.
"It doesn't matter. You can learn to read if you don't know how to read. Many of my generals were originally illiterate. They learned it little by little. But no matter what, you must be able to read and write, otherwise you won't even be able to understand the information."
"I will study hard."
Guo Song smiled slightly and said: "I have thought about it. You will go to the Taiyuan Military Training Hall to study for two years. It is a school for training middle and low-level generals. During the day, you will learn riding, shooting and weapons, and at night you will read and read. The chief officer of the martial arts hall is me.
The most loyal subordinate, everyone calls him Uncle Kang, nicknamed King Kang Yan. No one is afraid of him, but he trained most of the elite troops in Hexi. The instructors there are also generals with high martial arts skills. You can learn there
Real ability, but I won't tell them that you are my nephew, you are just an ordinary brigade commander, do you understand?"
Zhou Junyu nodded, "I will never let my uncle down!"
"Can you ride a horse?" Guo Song asked again.
"meeting!"
"As long as you can ride a horse, it will be easy. There happens to be a group of low-level generals from Guanzhong who are going to be sent to the Taiyuan Martial Arts Hall for training. There are about three hundred of them. They will set off tomorrow morning. Everyone will ride there. I will add your name and you will go with them."
"My nephew understands."
Guo Song immediately asked Zhao Jun to take Zhou Junyu to rest. After thinking about it, he wrote a letter to Yao Jin. Yao Jin couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his eyes. If he didn't say anything, he would not allow an unknown person.
However, Guo Song also stated in the letter that Zhou Junyu should be trained like an ordinary brigade commander, and that no one else except Yao Jin should know about Zhou Junyu's relationship with him.
Early the next morning, Zhou Junyu rode on a red war horse given to him by Guo Song and followed Zhao Jun to the Bashang Camp, where he began his military career.
...........
Time flies to mid-February, spring is coming, flowers are blooming, ice and snow are melting, and river beds are thawing.
Chang'an West City is extremely lively, with busy traffic and huge crowds of people everywhere, shop assistants shouting and selling one after another, and the air is filled with the smell of exotic spices.
Guo Song took several followers to personally inspect the currency situation in the West Market. He originally planned to deal with currency issues in March, but currency conflicts have become more and more prominent. Du You told him a few days ago that the market has begun to generally reject new money, and various conflicts have arisen.
Almost every day, people go to the government to pay for lawsuits.
This afternoon, Guo Song stole some time and came to West City to check the situation in person.
He was walking in the spice shop. There were more than 20 shops on both sides selling spices, and the business was pretty good. Guo Song came to one of them. The name of the shop on the signboard was very impressive, it was called "Smell Through the World".
The waiter introduced him enthusiastically: "Young master, it's a good idea to come to my house. The new products just arrived in the past few days are ambergris from Japan, frankincense from Sri Lanka, dipterocarps from Devaden, and some from the Lion Kingdom.
sandalwood."
After saying that, he whispered to Guo Song: "Don't go to the house next door. Their ambergris is not on the road. You know what it is called not on the road? That's jargon, which means fake."
Guo Song chuckled and asked, "Then how do I know your family is going to hit the road?"
The waiter suddenly became anxious. He took a dark object and handed it to Guo Song's nose. "Ask me, authentic ambergris costs ten taels of silver per piece."
Guo Song took a step back, avoiding the enthusiasm of the waiter. He glanced at the basket again. There was more than half of the basket of ambergris, which could be cut into at least a thousand pieces. This basket cost ten thousand taels of silver? It was probably not very popular.
.”
"Um...does your store only accept cash?" Guo Songxiao asked.
"Both old money and Jin money are acceptable. Silver is preferred. You can buy things a little cheaper."
"New money?"
Before the waiter could say anything, the shopkeeper's decisive voice came from the store, "We won't accept new money!"
The shopkeeper came out with a smile and bowed his hand to Guo Songgong, "I'm sorry, the profit in this small shop is small and I can't afford to lose money. I can't accept new money. I'm sorry!"
"Why do you lose money when you collect new money?" Guo Songxiao asked.
"Hey! We are going to Guangzhou to purchase goods, but Guangzhou does not accept new money. We can only go to the black market to exchange old money or silver. Now it takes 1,300 new coins to exchange for 1,000 old coins. Our gross profit
It’s only 20%, how can we not lose money?”
"Are you all like this here?"
The shopkeeper nodded, "It's the same, no new money will be charged."