The rise of the poor

Chapter 511
"What 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 say anything that hurt uncle."

Hearing this, the uncle's body became straighter and he felt no burden in his heart. He was a little complacent and praised his ability to adapt to changes.If I knew it was so simple, I wouldn't have to sneak around just now.

To be a human being, you must take a long-term view, and my uncle deeply agrees with this.

Now, the uncle is no longer worried about the property, but focused on the upcoming hospital 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.

Thinking of this, the uncle seemed to have seen the fame of a scholar flying towards him, and there was a smile on his face.

"My lord, what Xiang Sheng said is true." Feng Hushu raised his head, very 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 saying that there was no proof, Zhu Ping'an emphasized 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 cadence.

Feng Hushu was a little emotionally broken, what he said was the truth, why didn't Lord Zhu believe it? !What's more, today's surveying of the land, even taxation, I really didn't come up with it alone. It was really your uncle who came to find me first, and took 30 taels of silver to achieve today's matter.

If I fight this matter alone, it is definitely not as good as two people carrying it together.

Words without evidence?

no evidence
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 with writing and fingerprints came out.

"My lord, I have evidence, my lord, please have a look." Feng Hushu unfolded the paper with both hands and held it up.

"A written proof has been established?"

Zhu Pingan seemed a little surprised, his voice raised a little, and then he glanced at his uncle without any trace.Then, he set his eyes on the paper and glanced at it, and the contents of the whole paper came into Zhu Pingan's eyes.

"Contract as a Covenant"

Now Xiahe Zhu Shouren signed a contract as a contract, entrusting Brother Feng Wei of Huaining County Yamen to go to Xiahe to measure the land of his second brother's home the next day, so as to assist in the transfer of the land property. He voluntarily paid 20 taels of silver, and signed a contract as a proof, not allowed Different words, high mountains and rolling stones, never look back.

Contractor: Zhu Shouren and Feng Weizhong Meet: Tang Deji
On the [-]th day of the fourth month of the [-]st 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 into the stomach.

At this moment, the uncle was like Liu Xiang possessed, with vigorous movements and quick movements, grabbing, tearing, biting, swallowing, all done in one go, with smooth flow.

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

The villagers around were all dumbfounded.
Zhu Ping quietly watched his uncle tear up the written documents and swallow them into 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. A 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 nothing more than a salute, but she’s still called a village woman.”

"I"

Feng Hushu is really talking about Huskies at this moment, and this matter is found out, it is almost fatal.

"What are you, is it 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.

"Xiang Sheng has no eyes, offended Madam, Madam forgive me, Xiang Sheng made a mistake." Feng Hushu kowtowed while admitting his mistake.

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

Uncle Zhu Shouren saw Feng Hushu busy kowtow to admit his mistake, and couldn't help but smile on his face, as if Feng Hushu was kowtowing to him to admit his mistake, and he was very proud of his ability to adapt to changes. At that time, he must be a strategist anyway.

Just when the uncle was complacent, he felt a pain in his back. When he turned his head, he saw his father, Mr. Zhu, angrily holding a stick that had just been broken, and staring at him.

Uncle "Father" shrank his head.

"Father, I don't have such an unworthy son like you!" Old Master Zhu was so angry that he raised his stick and greeted Zhu Shouren.

"Old man, what are you doing?" Grandma Mrs. Zhu felt distressed, and hurried forward to stop her.

The uncle took advantage of the situation and ran behind Mrs. Zhu, dodging Mr. Zhu's stick in a panic. Mr. Zhu chased after him closely, grabbing the opportunity with two sticks.

Mrs. Zhu cried out in distress.

Dodging in embarrassment, the uncle Zhu Shouren ran out of the crowd, and Mr. Zhu chased after him.
"The county lord is here."

Not far away, someone came to remind him, and soon, he saw the county magistrate riding a horse and following a few yamen 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 Ping'an and exchanged greetings.

After a short greeting, Zhu Ping'an welcomed the magistrate to his home.

The villagers also dispersed.

After about an hour and a half, someone saw Zhu Ping'an and the county magistrate coming out of the house with smiles on their faces, as if having a good 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.

(End of this chapter)