Chapter 1293 Mi Langjun reappears in the world

  Strictly speaking, as the capital of a country, Jianye is not qualified.

   In other words, it is relatively shabby.

  Because it has been used since Sun Quan became emperor until now, and it is the original old city wall.

   Some places have even become dilapidated and dilapidated.

  Jianye’s imperial palace was also expanded from the original old general’s mansion.

  The timber and stone materials were demolished from the palace in Wuchang and transported by water to Jianye for secondary use.

   Jianye City Wall is not the case—of course, it would be wrong to say that it has not been expanded.

  But the expansion part is not to build a new city wall, but just to surround it with a fence, which is right to be a city wall.

  So to judge whether a person's status in Jianye City is high or not, one only needs to look at where he lives.

   Live in the newly zoned part of the city, with the fence.

   Needless to say, either the lower class common people or relatives of the family members.

   Further inside, those living on the edge of the original old city are some families with a lot of family background.

  The innermost streets near the imperial palace are basically the residences of dignitaries.

  The closer to the palace, the higher the position.

   Of course, not without exceptions.

  For example, a certain family in a certain alley on Yuanlu Road, although it looks tall, but on closer inspection, there is no such thing as a busy family with servants coming in and out, and the voices of people are buzzing.

   Not to mention the flow of guests and the rush of horses and horses.

  No one walked in front of the door, and the gates and small doors were all closed, which seemed quite cold.

  The sun has not yet passed the climax, the slanting sun shines down, and in the place where the light and dark intersect, you can see the dust flying quietly.

  The paint surface of the doorposts at the entrance of the mansion has peeled off in many places, and it looks a little mottled under the light.

   "jingling..."

   There was a sound of horse bells in the distance.

  A carriage gradually drove over from the distance in Luxiang.

  The sound of horse bells comes from the bells on the necks of the horses pulling the cart.

  The outer wall of the carriage is not carved with complicated patterns or the like, but under the sunlight, the faintly reflected dark red shows that the wood used to build the carriage is extraordinary.

   Not to mention that this is Jianye, this is Jiangdong.

  There is a shortage of horses in the south of the Yangtze River. As the Three Kingdoms stand together for a long time, the Wei State in the north strictly prohibits the flow of war horses to the south.

  Wu's horses became more and more scarce.

   Not to mention that in the past few years, even Wei Guo himself has started to lack horses.

  Although Ji Han now supplies war horses to Wu, they are for military use.

   Not for civilian use.

   Among the people in Jiangdong, bullock carts are popular now.

  The dignitaries in Jianye City may be willing to pay a high price to buy one, two, three or four good horses from Han to show off.

  But it is absolutely impossible to use these precious horses to pull the cart.

  The people who can sit in this class of carriages are mostly people with open hands and eyes who regard money as dung.

  So it is not surprising that such a low-key, luxurious and connotative carriage suddenly appeared in front of the gate of this down-and-out family.

   Not to mention that behind this carriage, there are several carriages carrying gifts.

  Bundles of Sichuan brocade and wool without cover, exquisite wine jars separated by burlap, and oiled paper bags with the characteristics of Dahan brown sugar packaging, wooden boxes that are unknown but can be seen to contain good things...

  Every car is full, leaving no room.

  Although this area is not considered to be a place where top dignitaries live together, the people who can buy real estate here are at least the famous families of Dawu.

  But once these carts of gifts were put out, they had already reached the point where these people could feel jealous.

   "Lang Jun, we're here."

  Under the unbelievable eyes of the voyeurs, the coachman parked the carriage firmly in front of the most unlikely family.

   Then he shouted respectfully into the car.

  The door of the carriage was opened, and a gentleman dressed in a brocade robe came down.

   Then, an unknown lady who was secretly watching made an uncontrollable exclamation.

  Without him, this gentleman is really too eye-catching.

   Not only was he extremely handsome, but he also looked graceful and luxurious against the backdrop of a decent brocade robe.

  He is not a young man in his twenties with full vigor, but a little uncle who has matured experience, knows how to restrain himself but can't hide his **** charm.

  The little uncle who is between young and middle-aged, at the peak of his age.

   Walking slowly, while walking towards the side door calmly and calmly, there were many women's eyes in the cracks of the door, looking at this side brightly.

  Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, the side door was already opened.

  Obviously, the power in front of his house made the concierge of this family unable to sit still.

  Until the moment the other party reached out to knock on the door, he couldn't believe that the other party really came to find his host.

   "Dare to ask this gentleman, who are you looking for?"

   "Please inform that Mi Zhao, a junior from the same clan, is here to visit General Mi."

   Mi said as he said, and handed over a greeting card.

  The concierge was obviously taken aback when he heard that the other party reported his family name.

   But seeing him hesitate for a while, he accepted the invitation in disbelief, as if until this moment, he still couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

   "Please, sir, please wait, wait a while."

  The porter stammered back, then immediately turned around and ran inside.

   After a while, an old man with gray hair ran out regardless of his manners. Before he arrived, the voice came first:

   "Nephew, but nephew face to face?"

  Mi Zhao looked at this old uncle who was only in his fifties, and even though he was determined, he still couldn't help feeling a little moved.

   "Nephew's photo, I have seen the clan uncle."

  The old man walked up to Mi Zhao quickly, and seemed to remember something, he stopped abruptly, turned around to cover his face and said:

   "Where did the nephew come from? We are a family, and we have no face to see you from this line. If you want to come here to inquire about crimes, but please just open your mouth and curse, I will never return a word."

   When Mi Zhao heard the words, he smiled and made people feel like spring breeze:

   "What does the clan uncle say? As a descendant, how dare I speak lightly about the matter of my ancestor (that is, Mi Fang)? This time, I came here as ordered by my lord to visit my clan uncle."

   At this time, Mi Fang has been dead for many years, and the old man in front of him is Mi Fang's son.

   is also the cousin of Mi Zhao's father, Mi Wei.

  When the old man heard Mi Zhao's words, he turned around hesitantly, and looked at Mi Zhao suspiciously:

   "Is this true? Your father, didn't you hate our family?"

   Mi Zhao shook his head:

   "My lord has said that, as a descendant, I dare not talk about the grievances of my father's generation."

  When the old man heard the words, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh:

   "I heard this sentence before I was alive, and I want to hate it to the death!"

  As for the deeds of his father Mi Fang, the old man, as a son of man, naturally has no right to say more.

   But for the victim, another branch of the Mi family, it is not too much to blame his own adults.

  Because it was what Mi Fang did that caused Mi Zhu to die of illness due to shame and resentment.

  When Mi Zhao heard this, his expression remained unchanged, even the smile on his face did not change a bit:

   "Zhao and uncle haven't seen each other for decades, and now Zhao has traveled thousands of miles to come here. Could it be that uncle refuses to let his nephew out of the mansion, and doesn't want to invite Zhao to enter the mansion?"

  When the old man heard this, he slapped his forehead and said apologetically:

   "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Alas, over the years, the house has never had any guests, and I have even forgotten how to treat guests. Don't blame my nephew, please, please hurry up!"

   "Thank you uncle, this is a small gift from my nephew, please accept it with a smile."

  The old man took the gift list from Mi Zhao, and just scanned the top few lines, his expression suddenly changed.

  Hands tremble uncontrollably like Parkinson's syndrome.

   Then, as if holding a ball of burning coals, he subconsciously wanted to hand it back, and said somewhat incoherently:

   "This, no, it's too much, too expensive, our Mi family can't afford it..."

   Mi Zhao seemed to have expected the other party's reaction long ago, he stretched out his hand to block it:

   "Uncle, this is a meeting ceremony for my nephew. I can't write two words in one stroke. Why is uncle so indifferent?"

  The old man couldn't resist, and couldn't help but look outside the mansion. When he saw the fully loaded carriage in his eyes, he paused for breath.

   After all, money is touching!

   Even when adults are alive, they are often discriminated against, and no one wants to associate with them.

  After the lord passed away, the Mi family became even more neglected and tended to decline day by day.

  If it weren't for the title of general bestowed by His Majesty on his name, and he could receive some salary to live on, I'm afraid this mansion would have been sold.

   Now that we have been sleepy for a long time, how can we not be swayed and unable to hold ourselves when we see gifts that even rich people are jealous of?

  However, the Mi family had tens of thousands of children and customers back then, with assets of billions of dollars. When the old man was young, he had personally experienced it, and even enjoyed it himself.

  So he quickly recovered from the shock, let out a long sigh of emotion, and forced a smile at Mi Zhao:

   "The ceremony is as heavy as a mountain, which makes me restless, ashamed, ashamed! My nephew, please, please."

   "Uncle please first."

  The gift outside the door will be carried into the mansion by servants, and the two of them walked in together, and they could still hear some words.

   "Did your nephew ever become an official in the Han Dynasty?"

   "Returning to uncle, according to the recommendation of Da Sima, he is now serving as the 'Wu State Transshipment Cao and Jingzhou Customs Capital'. In fact, he was sent to Wu State as early as two months ago."

   "It's just that I'm busy with business. I have to go back and forth between Jianye and Nanjun. I don't have leisure. Recently, I have less business, so I have time to visit. I hope my uncle won't be late for the photo."

   From a distance, the old man waved his hands again and again:

   "Not to blame, not to be blamed, how could it be to be blamed, first public and then private, the nephew can be said to have forgotten his family before being an official!"

   Then he heard him ask again:

   "It's just that this 'Transfer Cao and Jingzhou Customs Capital', what kind of official position is it, why have I never heard of it?"

   "Oh, it's not a high position, just to monitor all kinds of materials transported by the big man to the state of Wu, and to check whether the caravans have violated regulations..."

  As for Jingzhou Customs Capital, it is naturally responsible for reviewing the taxation of checkpoints in various places in Jingzhou-after all, this is related to Wu's foreign debt mortgage.

  But it’s hard to go into details about this, so as not to irritate some people in Jiangdong.

   But even so, the old man's body was also shaken suddenly, he stopped involuntarily, his eyes widened, and he looked at Mi Zhao:

   "Nephew Xian means that Nephew Xian is in charge of the goods transported from the Han to the Wu?"

  Mi Zhao coughed:

   "It's just monitoring, reviewing things, of course, uncle said to be in charge, but it is actually part of the charge."

  When the old man heard this, his face twitched violently!

  Just now when he saw the mountain of belongings outside the door, he just lost his mind for a moment.

  But when he heard that Mi Zhao's official position was under his jurisdiction, he really wanted to...

   Enter someone's grandmother!

  He even had a thought involuntarily:

  I think back then, my uncle (that is, Mi Zhu) and my lord invested all their wealth to support Liu Bei.

  If your lord hadn't surrendered to the Wu people when you were in Jingzhou, with the Mi family's status in the Han Dynasty, how can our family be much worse than the nephew's family now?

  The cruel reality is that my uncle's lineage has been rewarded generously, while my own lineage... Alas!

   As soon as he thought of this, the old man felt like a knife was twisted in his heart!

   This great wealth, which is rare in the world, is so gone!

  I only wished that he stomped his feet so hard that he wanted to beat his chest.

   "Uncle?"

  Mi Zhao saw that the old man's face was changing, his eyes were dull, and he stood there motionless as if in a daze, so he couldn't help but asked worriedly.

  The old man who was pulled back to reality replied in a panic:

   "Oh, oh, nothing, nothing, I just thought of something."

   "Uncle is fine."

   When he opened his legs again, the old man couldn't help but glanced back at the door, and then asked:

   "Nephew, I heard rumors in the early years that you were at odds with Na Feng and Feng Da Sima, and some even said that you were forced to flee to Nanzhong."

   "Over the years, Feng Da Sima has become more and more powerful in the Han Dynasty, unmatched by anyone, but there is no news about you, I still say..."

   Mi Zhao smiled slightly:

   "Uncle, this must be a rumor spread by people with malicious intentions. According to the current ranking of Xinghan Association, it is eleventh. I am honored to be able to call Da Sima brother."

  Xinghan will rank eleven?

  Can you still call Feng Da Sima brother?

  The old man twitched again.

   No wonder!

   No wonder you can be so generous.

  If, if so, my family is also in the big man now, I can’t say, um, my son can follow the nephew and call Feng Da Sima brother, right?

  The old man's intestines were already blue with pain.

  The two gradually drifted away, and their words gradually became unheard.

  When Mi Zhao came out of the mansion again, the sun was already in the west.

   Moreover, all the main men in the mansion sent them out of the mansion in person.

   It is conceivable how warmly he received this visit.

  After the two parties said goodbye, the coachman who had been guarding outside the mansion came up to him:

   "Lang Jun?"

   "Well, let's go back."

  Mi Zhao nodded slightly, nodded again to the Mi family who were still standing at the gate of the mansion, and then boarded the carriage.

  The wheels turned and began to drive towards the outside of Luxiang.

  No words all the way.

  It wasn’t until we got back to the building that the coachman with the same surname as Mi Zhao couldn’t help but asked Mi Zhao who got off the bus:

   "Mr. Lang, that family hurt the ancestors like that. Why did Mr. Lang come to visit and give them such a heavy gift?"

   Mi Zhao looked at the aggrieved coachman and smiled slowly:

   "It is precisely because their family has harmed the eldest father that I gave them a great gift!"

  The coachman didn’t understand, so he said, “Ah? Why is this? What’s the reason?”

   Mi Zhao walked towards the building and said casually:

   "Have you ever heard a phrase?"

"What?"

   "Everyone is innocent, but pregnant is guilty."

   As he spoke, he stopped and added another sentence:

   "Perhaps you will understand better if you are an immature child holding money and swaggering through the market."

  After speaking, he continued to walk inside.

  I belong to the same family as them, and I miss their old relationship. I can't see their family being down and down, so I donate some things to them.

   As for whether they have the ability to hold on to those things, and what kind of encounters they will suffer because of those things, what does it matter to me?

  I am not from Wu.

"ah!"

  The coachman who handed over the carriage to the servant quickly followed, and said with a happy face:

   "Lang Jun, I understand, you are..."

   "Help them."

   "Yes, yes, yes, I am helping them."

  After entering the courtyard, Mi Zhao continued:

   "Actually, there is a more important meaning."

  He raised his head and slowly looked to the northwest:

   "Lixin."

   "Lixin?"

   "Yes, establish the trust of a big man. If a big man can treat traitors like this, let alone surrender, are you right?"

   "Surrender?"

  The coachman became more and more confused.

  Mi Zhao smiled strangely: "When Master Wang arrives, there will naturally be descendants."

   "The more Lixin, the heavier, and the bigger, the more people will fall."

   "In the words of my brother, it is the United Front."

  The coachman became more and more confused:

   "Feng Da Sima is such a fairy, what he said is really beyond the comprehension of a villain."

  At this time, a servant came to report:

   "Lang Jun, Lu Zhongshu from the school office is here to visit."

  Mi Zhao suddenly laughed, and said to the driver:

   "Look, another person with united front value is here."

   Then he said to his servants:

   "Take Lu Zhongshu to the front hall and tell him that I will go see him immediately after I finish changing."

   As soon as Mi Zhao, who was about to finish changing, stepped into the front hall, Lu Yi immediately got up to greet him.

  Seeing this, Mi Zhao quickly put on a smile and said apologetically:

   "Oh, Lu Zhongshu, I just returned to Jianye from Nanjun yesterday, and today I went to visit relatives and friends. I didn't have time to visit Lu Zhongshu at the mansion. It's a sin, a sin!"

   "What crime, not guilty, a certain came to the door to thank Mr. Mi Lang!"

  Lv Yi took two quick steps forward, enthusiastically grabbing Mi Langjun's arm.

   He couldn't help being unenthusiastic, after all, this Mi Langjun in front of him was specially sent by Feng Da Sima to allocate the exchange materials between the big man and the big Wu.

  This is a person who is related to the progress of the school office.

   Not to mention, Mi Langjun did him a big favor a few days ago, a big favor.

   "Mi Langjun," Lu Yi sat down next to Mi Zhao, glanced outside, and after making sure that there was no one there, he lowered his voice and said excitedly:

   "Mr. Mi Lang is in Nanjun, have you ever heard of it? His Majesty really named the fourth prince king!"

   As he spoke, he stretched out his thumb and said gratefully:

   "Thanks to Mi Langjun for teaching me this step!"

  Mr Mi Lang hurriedly waved his hands, "This is not my work, it was taught by Da Sima."

   "Yes, yes, yes, the conspiracy of Da Sima is unpredictable!"

  Lv Yi hastily echoed, with a hint of reverence unconsciously in his tone:

   "Great Sima is far away in Chang'an, not only was he able to help us expose Lu Xun's harm in front of His Majesty."

   "And now he can help the school government plan to regain power. I am deeply impressed. I think that Da Sima is really a heaven and a man!"

   Foresight and foresight, Da Sima really foresight!

   Then he glanced at Mi Zhao, and added:

   "Of course, Mr. Mi Lang is in the middle to coordinate, and I am very grateful."

  (end of this chapter)