Training Wu Zhou

The next day, early in the morning.

The accompanying capital is Luoyang, and the governor of Yongzhou.

Wu Yong, the governor of Yongzhou, was an idler. He said that he was idle because the geographical location of the large state government under his jurisdiction was somewhat special among the various governors. As we said before, Luoyang is a special city.

Because this place can't be said to be as high as the sky and the emperor is far away, he doesn't have to say anything first. Since then, the emperors, including Wu Zhao, like to stay here for a few days.

Of course, it cannot be said that he has nothing to do. It can only be said that when faced with major emergencies, the pressure he bears is far less than that of the states below.

Of course, Luoyang at this time is still not as good as Chang'an, which is constantly changing. Although there are princes and nobles such as Princess Qianjin, it is relatively stable in general.

Because of this, his name is often ridiculed in private, Wu Yong, used.

Speaking of which, a few days ago when Tang Guanchu was awarded the Hongwen Museum, he, an idler, went to Chang'an to pay a visit to Tang Guan. The reason was that he had heirs in his family and had a place in his body, so the two had met.

On this day, Wu Yong changed into his robes as usual and walked out lazily outside the door, looking at the bright sunshine in a good mood, thinking whether to have a cup today or first? [

At this moment, a flustered servant broke Wu Yong's good mood, and saw the servant hurriedly approached, and then said in a panic: "Master, it's not good!"

"En?" Wu Yong frowned, and the man hurriedly said: "Several members of the Ming Dynasty have come, saying that something serious has happened, and they are in a hurry to see you!"

"Oh?" This Wu Yong is also interesting, and he doesn't have many lines.With a soft sound, he immediately walked to the living room.

when he walked into the living room.There were several people standing here, each wearing blue official robes.Seeing this scene, Wu Yong couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows. For more than ten years, Luoyang has been peaceful and peaceful. Now that the subordinates are gathered together, could something really happen?

"Mingfu, who are you?" Wu Yong said as he entered the room and cupped his hands slightly.

Several people saw that he had finally arrived, and one of them stepped forward and said, "Wu Shijun, you are here!"

"Who are you?" Wu Yong was even more surprised when he heard this.Since they have all come, it means that something has happened that is beyond their level.

"Hey, my lord, today in Luoyang City, a group of soldiers from the county and my younger brother suddenly came, posting notices everywhere."

"Notice?" Wu Yong was taken aback when he heard the words. He thought that something serious had happened, and it was normal to post a notice on the place, so he immediately asked, "That's all?"

Everyone heard that he was so calm.Thought he knew about it long ago, but one person still stepped forward in embarrassment and said: "Master, you don't know something, the notice was posted on the emperor's list."

"Emperor List!?"

"What is the will of the Holy One?" Wu Yong also became serious at this moment.asked anxiously.

If it's an ordinary arrest notice, then forget it, it's not surprising that he didn't know.This kind of thing also needs his hands, but this imperial list is different.It stands to reason that if there is an imperial list to be published, one should go to him to have a look first.

"My lord, so you don't have any news either?"

When everyone heard this, their faces suddenly changed, and Wu Yong was greatly puzzled. At this moment, a county magistrate said: "Brother Wu, I have a copy here, please take a look at it for now."

After finishing speaking, the man took out a document from his pocket and handed it to Wu Yong. Seeing this, Wu Yong stretched out his hand to take it, and read it carefully.

At a glance, the three big characters "order for medical treatment" came into view, and then he scanned them one by one, and finally set his eyes on the small seal below the text.

"It's the number one scholar!?" Wu Yong frowned when he saw this small seal, and instantly recognized that it must be Tang Guan's seal.

Several county magistrates saw him and recognized him. The county magistrate who seemed to have a good relationship with him and could be regarded as a brother and brother with his dignified governor stepped forward and said: "Brother Wu, it was sent by Zhuangyuanlang. It's an urgent march, and we don't know whether to stop or not, so we came together to ask the envoy."

"That's not right." Wu Yong stared at the document for a moment and muttered to himself.

Everyone looked at each other, and after a long time, Wu Yongcai raised his head and said: "The number one scholar, Lang Tang Qubing, is acquainted with this official. I know what a young talent is. I guess this was approved by the Holy One. You wait to return to the ruler first, As long as those people don't harm the people, don't ask them for now."

"My lord, this..." As soon as the words came out, several people were hesitant to speak. In fact, they were not the only ones. Wu Yong was also confused, but he also understood that Chang'an was changing rapidly, and something big might happen before it was too late. Just inform yourself.

Thinking of this, Wu Yong felt a little more at ease. Seeing that everyone still didn't leave, he said again: "You should go back to rule first, I will review the book and ask questions."

After finishing speaking, Wu Yongwu walked out with his hands behind his back. Seeing this, everyone had to look at each other and then dispersed.

Wu Yong returned to the backyard with his hands behind his back, still holding the medical order in his hands, and when he walked to the door of the bedroom, he couldn't help picking it up again and watching it intently.

"Could it be that this kid is sick?"

He left as soon as he wanted to, and sat down slowly in front of the desk in the bedroom. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up a pen and started writing on a piece of paper.

It took a long time to finish writing, and then he called out: "Come here."

As soon as he finished speaking, a servant walked into the room, and Wu Yong said, "Send this letter to Chang'an champion Lang Tang Qubing's residence."

"Yes." Hearing this, the servant bowed to take it, and was about to turn around and leave when Wu Yong said again, "Wait."

After Wu Yong glanced at the medical order on the table again, he said, "Prepare some gifts and send them together."

"Yes." The servant heard the words and said yes, and then left.

Until he left, Wu Yong was still full of doubts on his face, looked at the medical order and shook his head: "Strange thing, strange thing."

At the same time, in a small workshop in Luoyang City.

A strong young man who looked to be about 20 years old was selling bottles and cans in front of him with a smooth mouth.

This young man looks ordinary, but he seems to be in good spirits. I just heard him shout: "Feng family's ancestral panacea, bruises, wind-cold and poisonous diseases. Replenish essence and strengthen yang, one pill will be effective! Dalang eats life and death. Lady eats it." In order to nourish the yin and nourish the skin, I walked past the uncles of the folks who passed by. Sisters and sisters, don’t miss it, it’s a once-in-a-lifetime event!”

"Dangdangdang~"

After yelling, he knocked the gong in his hand for a while, and this was not over, seeing that some eyes were attracted, he actually opened a small bottle in front of him, poured out a small black pill, swiped his hands and swallowed it whole. He shouted again: "The so-called words are what you say. Seeing is believing. What do you guys think of my strength!?"

After all, he did a few somersaults again and again, and his movements were quite nimble. Unfortunately, after all his moves, no one stopped to buy medicine, only a few people watched monkeys playing, and left with a smile after watching.

Luoyang has a lot of street medicine sellers like this.The panacea in his mouth is nothing more than flour, licorice and water.

If you are lucky on weekdays, maybe there are a few people who are in a hurry and go to the doctor.Or look at him poorly, buy two pills, if he is unlucky, he wants to earn nothing like today.

The young man accepted the style.Looking at the empty booth in front of me, I felt annoyed.He actually threw the gong in his hand aside and cursed secretly: "Damn it."

Then he touched the water bag on his waist.He took a sip and said to himself: "Looks like I have to take another sip today. Hey, if this continues, when will I be able to marry Aunt Ling!"

Just when the young man was secretly annoyed, suddenly there was a surge of people on the street. The young man raised his head when he heard the sound, and was taken aback when he saw everyone rushing towards the notice board in front of the square.

"Hehe, there's excitement!" The young man was taken aback for a moment, but then excited. Like most ordinary people, watching excitement is one of his hobbies.

Immediately, he didn't care about the bottles and cans beside him, and directly followed the crowd to the notice board. Naturally, a drug seller like him couldn't read a few words, but whenever he encountered such excitement, there would naturally be those old pedants Come out to sell the scenery.

Sure enough, there was one beside him, and he was an old acquaintance, and he immediately shouted: "Sanbo, what does it say?"

He saw that the person he called Sanbo was a gray-haired old man. Hearing his words, the old man looked up at the young man, and said with a smile, "Xiaobao, are you not selling medicine anymore?"

"Oh, let me tell you what to write first!" The young man was a little anxious and couldn't help asking.

Hearing the words, the old man shook his head and smiled, squeezed forward, squinted his eyes to recognize the words on it, first he was shocked, and then he said to the young man beside him: "A senior official in Beijing is sick, he is looking for a doctor Woolen cloth."

"Doctor?" The young man was taken aback when he heard the words, and murmured, but seeing the old man's eyes fixed, he couldn't help but said in his heart: "The high official must give a lot of money to find a doctor, right?"

Hearing the words, the old man returned to his senses and looked at him, with a hint of sarcasm on his face, he said: "Little Treasure, you can only deceive foreigners with this little skill, don't think about it, if you don't do it well, you will lose your head."

The young man was shocked when he heard the words, since ancient times there was no saying that he would lose his head if he looked down on a bad disease, but the old man didn't seem to be lying to himself, in fact, they were all fellow villagers here, and he knew this ability well.

But after shrinking his head, he still said: "I guess a senior official should have ten taels of silver to see a doctor, no matter what, don't you think so!?"

As soon as these words came out, the originally chattering crowd stopped for a while, and then burst into laughter, and the old man over there also laughed.

The young man was taken aback when he saw this, thinking that he was talking like a lion, ten taels was indeed too much, and he had never owned so much silver at one time in his life.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help asking the old man beside him: "Sanbo, what are you laughing at?"

"Haha, Xiaobao, ten taels? Hey, it's 500 taels. Look, I'll give you 500 taels!"

"Five hundred!" As soon as these words came out, the young man's face flushed immediately, and even his eyes glowed with gold. To him, five hundred taels was a wealth like a mountain of gold. The maid eloped!

Immediately, the young man's ears rang, and he backed away slowly involuntarily, completely cutting off the uproar.

After a long time, he came back to his senses, glanced at the notice, swallowed a mouthful of spit, and then turned back to his small booth.

He quickly packed the bottles and jars and carried them on his back, then picked a direction and started walking quickly, muttering in his mouth: "My mother, 500 taels, this is going to be distributed!" (unfinished to be continued..)