Red House Shoufu

Chapter 257
After entering the twelfth lunar month, there has been no rain in Gyeonggi.

The icy cold wind continued to hit the ground, and two carriages appeared on the official road in the west of Beijing, with a few cloth bags on them, and they drove slowly towards the imperial mausoleum.

"Boss Su, are the people in Wangjiazhuang really members of our Wang family? Why have I never heard of it?"

The driver of the carriage shrank his neck into his dirty cotton jacket, the carriage was really suffering in the cold wind.

He was not happy to go out in the winter, and when he was blown by the cold wind, he hated the people in Wangjiazhuang even more.

Even if there was a car hood blocking it, the car curtain couldn't stop the bone-piercing cold at all. Steward Su held the hand stove and shivered and replied, "Is this still fake? It's just that the bloodline is far away, and the five clothes have already been released. It seems that the old uncle still has some contacts in the area, so he probably wants to come to the mansion to get some benefits..."

"Hey, it's just that you can't beat it, and you dare to come to the capital to make such a mess. We have to go out in this winter... Ah Xie..."

The groom sneezed, wiped his nose with his sleeve casually, and scolded: "The third master also has a good heart. If you ask me, I shouldn't give any food to these untouchables. These ten stones of food are worth a lot of money, really. Wasted."

Good heart?

Steward Su thought contemptuously in his heart, if the master hadn't given the death order, the "good-hearted" third master would not even want to take out this bit of food.

What can a dozen stones of grain do?The aunt who married to Rongguo Mansion directly sent enough rice grains for a whole village to survive the winter.

Alas, I really don't know what evil I did in my previous life to live under the hands of the third master.

crunch...

The wooden wheels drove westward on the uneven official road, and it took about two hours to reach Wangjiazhuang.

However, the situation in Wangjiazhuang was not hiding in the house as Guanshi Su thought, but a group of people gathered around the grain drying field in the middle of the village and were busy in full swing.

The old patriarch was wearing a thick winter coat, sitting in front of a pile of charcoal fire and directing the men in the village to be busy: "Everyone hurry up and finish these briquettes, and we can have a good New Year. My wife, daughter-in-law and baby The new clothes, the meat and food money for the New Year will be earned..."

Steward Su came to the old patriarch under the leadership of a boy, and he found that the grain drying yard was full of scattered coals, as well as honeycomb briquettes that had just been made.

Isn't this the new honeycomb briquette produced in Beijing this year?Why are people in Wangjiazhuang doing this?If he remembers correctly, the third master got drunk a few days ago and yelled at several shops that were backed by King Zhongshun's mansion, saying that the coal production sites near the capital were bought by King Zhongshun early on, causing him to lose this profitable business. Chance.

"What is the steward of the Wang family doing in our shabby place?"

The old patriarch still remembers the sentence that the slave who ruled the county official's mansion said: The Wang family has no poor relatives!

He sat in front of the charcoal fire without any intention of getting up, and glanced at Steward Su, as if he was remembering something.

Manager Su didn't dare to take the big picture, not to mention that the other party was the patriarch of Wangjiazhuang, and he had a reputation as a scholar.Even though the winter clothes worn by the old scholar were not as valuable as the big coat he was wearing, the old scholar was the master of the Wang family in name, and he, the steward who gave birth to a son in the Wang family, would always be a slave of the Wang family.

"The little one pays respects to the grandpa. The master heard that there is a shortage of food in the village, so he asked the little one to bring food..."

The middle-aged man who had just led the way for Steward Su whispered a few words in the old patriarch's ear, and the old patriarch laughed: "There is a shortage of food in the village, but who can eat the little food you brought? Is this food hitting the face of the old man, the face of Wang Jiazhuang?"

Manager Su also felt that what the third master did was too embarrassing, but he was just a domestic slave and could not control these things at all.

"Grandpa, the little one is just following orders..."

The old patriarch waved his hand and interrupted Steward Su's words: "Go back, and help the old man to convey a message to the county magistrate, bridges return to bridges, roads return to roads, Wangjiazhuang and the county magistrate's mansion will no longer have the slightest relationship from now on."

"Grandpa..."

"Grandpa Patriarch told you to go, don't stay here!"

The men who were resting around immediately surrounded them, holding various tools in their hands, staring at them, as if if Manager Su said one more word, they would be thrown out of Zhuangzi.

After Steward Su and the others left Zhuangzi, the old patriarch sighed and said to the people around him: "Don't blame me for cutting off your connection with the county magistrate's family. They came to send food just to save their reputation. In the end, I still can't see it." Go to our poor relatives!"

A hardcover man next to him with soot on his hands and face grinned: "We can do what uncle says, and we will still have work and money after we leave his county magistrate's house."

"Forget it, I can't explain to you."

The old patriarch got up and saw that there were a lot of dried briquettes piled up on the grain drying field, and told the strong man: "Six sons, you go to the Huanglingwei camp and report that the honeycomb briquettes have been dried, let them Send someone to pull them back. Tell the dog and his mother to prepare some hot soup and rice, and they probably won't have time to go back tonight."

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After the negotiations reached a stalemate, Lin Shu continued to try to seek breakthroughs from the two deputy envoys of Tatar.

After many trials, a small progress was finally made.It turns out that the problem still lies with the Tatar envoy Tutuo Chahan, who has been pretending in fact.

After the mission left the grassland, he strongly suppressed the members of the mission. He had only one purpose, let Wushen and Kundu dog bite the dog. He wanted the youngest son of the old Khan, Tara Haitaiji, who is only 11 years old now. Get on the sweaty bit.

Although Tara Haitaiji's biological mother is only a captive Han girl, she is familiar with poetry and books. The 11-year-old little prince has a wealth of knowledge under the guidance of her mother.

If the Tatars wanted to survive in the cracks between Oala and Dachu, they could not rely solely on fighting fiercely. They had to communicate with the Han people so that they could recuperate, and at the same time use the Han people to fight against the increasingly powerful Oara.

Wang Huan took two deputy envoys to the South Lake painting boat several times, and finally set out these situations in the delicious wine and food and the fragrant wind and warm tents.

After Qian Qianli scolded the old fox a few times, he began to prepare for the final negotiation with Tuotuo Chahan.

As for the two countries of Wala and Rakshasa, since they insist on procrastinating, let's procrastinate.The Embroidered Guards kept a close eye on every plant and tree in the Sifang Pavilion. As long as they reached an agreement with the Tatars first, Da Chu would be free to transfer some of Xuanda's elite soldiers to Hexi to prepare for the battle.

Lin Shu just came out of the East Palace, and tightened his cloak.The cold wind blew on his face, almost like a knife.

"Master, I'm afraid it will snow today."

After Fuquan saw Lin Shu walking out of the palace gate, he hurriedly greeted him.Passing the stove over, he said, "Second Lord Cailian left the palace just now, and said a few words to his subordinates. Prince Zhongshun has already arrived at Baoding Mansion, and he probably will be back in three or two days."

(End of this chapter)