The road of the farmer's fortune and the imperial examination

Chapter 1243 Death is imminent
"Go and report to the magistrate!" Baihu Wang Shouyi casually pointed to a soldier and asked him to report, while he ran up the tower.

"Let's go directly to the prefect's yamen!" Gu Chengyu frowned, it seemed that the prefect had to send someone to ask for reinforcements.

"Yes!" The war was about to break out, both Ming Yan and Ming Mo's hearts sank, and their faces were full of solemn expressions.

The shops on the street were closed one after another, probably because they heard the rumors, no matter it was true or not, they all avoided it for fear.There are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street, and it looks very bleak.

Within a quarter of an hour, Gu Chengyu and the others arrived at the prefect's yamen, and he ordered Ming Mo to deliver the post to the corner gate of the prefect's back yamen.

"Dong dong dong!" Ming Mo was a little anxious, and stepped forward to knock on the door vigorously.

"Come here, come here!" There was a sound of eager footsteps, and the corner door was opened from the inside.

"Who are you?" The concierge took a look at Ming Mo, seeing that he was unfamiliar, but Ming Mo was well dressed, so he didn't dare to be too negligent.

"I'm here to vote for my lord." Ming Mo handed over the invitation. It stands to reason that they showed the invitation at the gate of the city, and the magistrate should receive the news soon and come to greet him.

But now the situation is a bit special, the enemy army is attacking, it is quite normal to ignore this matter.

The concierge was a little puzzled, looked at the carriage, and then took the post, "Who is your lord?"

"Gu Shaoqing, the censor sent by the imperial court, Mr. Gu!" Ming Mo frowned before replying.

"Then you wait a moment, I'll report it right away!" After the porter finished speaking, he slammed the door shut.

Ming Mo's face suddenly turned ugly, the concierge didn't invite them to wait in the outer courtyard?They were also shut down, are there any rules?
No matter how high the rank of an official is, it is absolutely impossible to keep him out of the supervisory censor, unless he does not wear the black hat on his head.

"Guard Yang! It's not good, it's not good!" The concierge still had some winks, and was about to rush in with the post.The supervisory censor sent by the capital should be a great official.

"Why are you so flustered? I didn't see that your lord is having a banquet right now. If you disturb the guests, can you bear it?"

Steward Yang of the outer courtyard immediately stepped forward and reprimanded the porter, this indifferent thing.My lord has ordered before that today's banquet is very important, and he and the guests must not be disturbed.

If such a noise is heard by adults, it is inevitable that they will be severely punished.

"Guard Yang, a post was handed over from the government office, saying yes"

The concierge hurriedly handed over the invitation card in his hand with a bitter face, who would have thought that Manager Yang would not even look at the post after grabbing it, and waved his hand impatiently at the concierge.

"I receive so many posts every day, didn't I tell you, let's deal with it together at night?"

Steward Yang rolled his eyes. Today, the lord has already told him not to disturb his banquet.If he bothered at this time, he would be digging his own grave.

Besides, no matter how important the post is, it is usually sent a few days in advance, and it is completely in time to read it at night.

"But that's a senior official from the capital"

The concierge looked at Guanshi Yang who had disappeared from sight, and was troubled in his heart. What should we do?

While Gu Chengyu was sitting in the carriage waiting for a cup of tea, the expressions of Ming Mo and Ming Yan outside the carriage were already extremely ugly.

"Knock on the door again!" Ming Yan said in a deep voice. He glanced at the quiet carriage, feeling helpless in his heart.

These people are just bullying adults and young people. Because of their age, how much have adults suffered?This magistrate dared to treat adults so slowly, he really asked for trouble.

Adults never care about some small things, but if you irritate an adult, there will be no good fruit.Ming Yan lit a candle for the magistrate in his heart. The magistrate always had a smile on his face, but he held a grudge in his heart!
"Boom, boom, boom!" Ming Mo slammed on the door vigorously. Did the concierge go to the capital to ask for instructions?Haven't been back for so long?
The concierge was uneasy for a while, and then heard a knock on the door. After thinking about it, he felt that it was not his fault.Anyway, since I have already submitted the post, I have completed my task.

After thinking it over, the porter opened the door with a frank face.

"Come here! You are welcome, let's have a drink together!"

In the Zhifu's backyard, Qiu Zhifu's face was flushed from drinking, he squinted his eyes slightly to look at the guests in front of him, and then at the dancers who were dancing gracefully, feeling a burst of joy in his heart!
"This is the Zui Chunhua from Juxianglou, right? It's rare for us to drink such a precious wine!"

A luxuriously dressed man took a sip of the fine wine in front of him. The mellow wine entered his throat, and a sweet fragrance raged on the tip of his tongue. The honey fragrance was soft and memorable.

"It really is Drunken Chunhua, which is hard to buy! Good wine!"

"It's hard for me to get this wine. It only sells twenty altars a year. It's hard to say that it's hard to buy!" Qiu Zhifu's face was full of color, and his small eyes set off his distorted face with a smile. A bit obscene.

"My lord, you don't know! Ever since Juxianglou opened to the border, we've been watching it make a lot of money every day, and we really don't feel like it!"

The man who spoke also had two restaurants in his house. Previously, the Juxiang Restaurant was only opened in a wealthy place, so naturally it had nothing to do with them.

It's just that after Juxianglou suddenly opened a semi-colon at the border the year before last, the business of their restaurant plummeted.

"Who says it's not! This Juxianglou is really greedy, we're almost forced to die! I don't know which Bodhisattva is behind it, and we can't move. No matter how anxious we are, we can only stare blankly."

Another somewhat rich man in brocade clothes was also very dissatisfied when he mentioned this matter. He also owns a restaurant.Before, the business was good and the profit was high.But since the opening of Juxianglou, his restaurant couldn't keep going, and was forced to close in the end.

"Hey! Haven't you noticed yet? The prince of Fengqing Mansion has taken good care of Juxianglou. Prince Jing is not easy to mess with. You should be more sensible!"

Qiu Zhifu sneered, do these people know who is behind Juxianglou?Based on his guess, this Juxianglou is the property of that prince, otherwise why would the other party take such care of him?

"Hey! We don't care about these things. We invite you here today because we have important matters to discuss! Ladies and gentlemen, don't you still worry about your situation?"

Qiu Zhifu put his eyes on the wine glass, but in his heart he was laughing at these people who didn't know they were about to die!

If it wasn't for money, why would he be so polite to these merchants?The one who asked for money felt that it was ugly to take it by force, so he handed over the matter to him.

It's easy for these people to know each other, and it's no wonder he doesn't know each other.

"Where did your lord say that?" The previous person was startled when he heard the words, and exchanged glances with the others, secretly thinking that it really was a grand feast.

This old fox usually has the temperament of plucking wild goose, but today he not only entertained them, but also served such good wine, isn't this just a plot against them?
　Happy Mid-autumn Festival!
　　I hope that everyone's future life will be as happy as a full moon. Bless you, thank you for your support!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)