Rise From the Humble

"What the uncle said is true."

After the uncle Zhu Shouren finished speaking, Zhu Pingan nodded slightly, with a look of approval, then turned to Feng Hushu and said, "I can't write Zhu characters with one stroke. Uncle and my family came from the same school. How could he try to seize my property? Feng Hushu, don’t hurt my uncle with your words.”

Hearing this, the uncle's body straightened up even more, and there was no burden in his heart. He was a little complacent and praised his ability to adapt to changes. If I had known it was this easy, I wouldn't have had to sneak away just now.

As a human being, you should take a long-term view, and my uncle deeply believed in this.

Now, the uncle is no longer worried about the land, but is focusing on the upcoming college examination. Xie'er is already a sixth-rank official at this time, and he is also the number one scholar. If Xie'er is asked to come forward to say hello to the higher-ups, it will be much more convenient than Mr. Liu who is turning the corner.

When he thought of this, the uncle seemed to have seen the scholar's fame flying towards him, and he had a smile on his face.

"Sir, everything Xiang Sheng said is true." Feng Hushu raised his head, excited.

"That's enough. There is no basis for my words. How can I, Zhu Pingan, be a partial listener and a partial believer? Don't talk about it anymore." Zhu Pingan shook his head and reached out to stop Feng Hushu's explanation. He seemed a little angry on his face, and said When he said that there was no basis for it, Zhu Ping'an increased his tone.

"What you said is true. Our Zhu family is also a family of poetry and books. What the master said is gentle, kind, respectful, frugal, and accommodating. My Zhu family is also an example of going down the river." Uncle Zhu Shouren stroked the short beard of his chin, He spoke in a measured tone.

Feng Hushu's mood collapsed. He was telling the truth. Why didn't Mr. Zhu believe it? ! What's more, today's surveying of the land, and even the matter of taxation, I really didn't think of it alone. It was really your uncle who came to find me first, and took thirty taels of silver to achieve today's matter.

If I were to fight this alone, it would definitely not be as good as two people doing it together.

What you say is unfounded?

Words are unfounded

Huh, I remembered, I have evidence, Mr. Zhu, who has evidence, suddenly remembered something about Feng Hushu, and suddenly became excited again, I have evidence, then reached out and fumbled in his sleeve, and then took out A piece of paper came out with writing and fingerprints on it.

"Sir, I have evidence, please take a look." Feng Hushu unfolded the paper with both hands and raised it.

"A document was actually established?"

Zhu Ping'an seemed a little surprised, his voice raised a bit, and then he glanced at his uncle without any trace. Then, he set his eyes on the document and glanced at it. The entire content of the document came into Zhu Pingan's eyes.

"Contract as Covenant"

Now Xiahe Zhu Shouren signed a contract as a contract to entrust Brother Feng Wei of the Huaining County Government Office to go to Xiahe the next day to measure the land of his second brother's family, so as to assist in the transfer of the land property. Don't say anything, the mountains are rolling and the rocks are rolling, never look back.

Contractor: Zhu Shouren and Feng Weizhong Meeting person: Tang Deji

The twenty-ninth day of the fourth month of the thirty-first year of Jiajing

Zhu Pingan just glanced at the paper, not for a second, and just after he glanced, he saw a black shadow flash past, carrying a gust of wind, and then saw his uncle Zhu Shouren rushing like a tiger descending the mountain Come here, snatched the entire written document from Feng Hushu's hand without saying a word, then tore it in half, then stuffed it into his mouth without muddling, bit it several times, and swallowed it with a thud In the stomach.

At this moment, the uncle seemed to be possessed by Liu Xiang, with strong skills and quick movements, grabbing, tearing, biting and swallowing, all in one go and smoothly.

Feng Hushu, who was holding the receipt, felt a gust of wind blowing by. When he raised his head again, the receipt in his hand had already gone into the uncle's stomach.

All the villagers around were dumbfounded.

Zhu Ping watched quietly as his uncle tore up the documents and swallowed them in his stomach, with a smile on his face. His goal had been achieved.

At this point, no paper is better than paper.

"Gudong. It's nonsense. I don't know where the paper I found is also trying to deceive my son. How can I just sit idly by, hmph." After the uncle swallowed the paper in his stomach, he pointed at Feng Hushu in agitation and was filled with righteous indignation. One pass.

"You..." Feng Hushu pointed at the uncle, wanting to take off his shoes and slap him a few big mouths, there is such a shameless person, when he came to me yesterday, he nodded and bowed like a grandson

"What are you, did you just call your brother and sister a village woman?!" Uncle Zhu Shouren once again pointed his finger at Feng Hushu with righteous indignation, as if he couldn't stand it anymore, "Facing Liupinan people, don't you It’s just a salute, but she’s still called a village woman.”

"I"

Feng Hushu was like a husky at this moment. If this matter was found out, it would be life-threatening.

"What are you, are you?" Uncle Zhu Shouren held on tightly.

At this moment, Feng Hushu had the urge to feed Zhu Shouren, but after noticing Zhu Pingan's scrutinizing eyes, he didn't care what the evidence was, walked up to Mrs. Chen in two or three steps, and kowtowed to confess his guilt.

"Hang Sheng was blind and offended Madam. Madam, please forgive me. Xiang Sheng made a mistake." Feng Hushu kowtowed and admitted his mistake.

"I can't bear it." Mother Chen avoided it.

Uncle Zhu Shouren saw Feng Hushu busy kowtowing to admit his mistakes, and a smile appeared on his face, as if Feng Hushu was kowtowing to him and admitting his mistakes. He was very proud of his ability to adapt to changes. With his own ability, if he had been placed in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, At that time, he must be a strategist after all.

Just when the uncle was feeling complacent, he felt a pain in his back. He turned around and saw his father, Mr. Zhu, angrily holding a newly broken stick and glaring at him.

"Dad" the uncle's head shrank.

"Dad, what the hell, I don't have such an unsatisfactory scoundrel like you!" Mr. Zhu was furious and raised his stick to greet Zhu Shouren.

"Old man, what are you doing?" Mrs. Zhu, the grandmother, felt distressed and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

The uncle took advantage of the situation and ran behind Mrs. Zhu, hiding in a panic from Mr. Zhu's stick. Mr. Zhu was chasing after her, and whenever he got the chance, he would hit her with two sticks.

Mrs. Zhu cried out to the heavens and the earth in distress.

After dodging in embarrassment, uncle Zhu Shouren ran out of the crowd, with Mr. Zhu hot on his heels.

"The county magistrate is here."

Someone came not far away to remind him, and soon the magistrate was seen riding a horse and following several government servants.

"The lord of the county is coming from afar, and my younger brother welcomes you from far away, and I hope to forgive you." Zhu Pingan smiled and cupped his hands to greet him, "My younger brother has prepared rough tea and thin wine for chatting in the humble house, and I hope that my lord will not be disgusted."

"How dare, how dare, my lord has turned down my official position. Hearing that Master Zhu has returned safely, I am overjoyed to be an official. I have admired Master Zhu for a long time to learn from the past and the present, but I have never seen it. Now I have to be called, and I dare not obey orders." The county magistrate also bowed his hands. He saluted Zhu Pingan and started talking.

After a moment of greetings, Zhu Ping'an welcomed the magistrate to his home.

The villagers also dispersed.

About an hour and a half later, someone saw Zhu Ping'an and the magistrate coming out of their homes with smiles on their faces, as if they were having a lively conversation.

Zhu Ping sent the magistrate to the horse, and watched the magistrate and his party leave.

Feng Hushu, who left with him, was pale, as if he had lost his muscles and bones, like a dead fish.