165. The impoverished Sima

Li Pojun really couldn't accept that this Yuanzhou city was a medium-sized state capital, and there were still dead bodies in the houses in the city, it wasn't that he was afraid, but he just felt that this was ...... Is this like a city in the Taiping era, what is the yamen of the state capital for, why is there no one in the city, why is it deserted, why there are dead bodies in the city, and no one to deal with it, this is ...... Is this going to be a rebellion?

Li Pojun looked at Wu Yanheng with fixed eyes, and said word by word: "Is this Yuanzhou City going to rebel?"

When Wu Yanheng heard this, he hurriedly replied: "Don't dare, the lower officials don't dare." Then his face was complicated for a while, and he only sighed: "Your Highness will go to the cold house with me to rest, and I will tell Your Highness one by one." After all, the expression on his face is very complicated.

Li Pojun looked at it suspiciously, this Wu Yanheng should have no malicious intent.

The group walked straight into the east of the city

, There are still some people here, some fireworks, like personal owners, and the little people passing by saw Li Pojun and others just saluting Wu Yanheng and left in a hurry.

Without exception, the houses here are all high-walled compounds, which should belong to rich and noble families, and it seems that the people who live here are either rich or expensive.

As Wu Yanheng walked, he walked to a small courtyard, and he didn't knock on the door, he pushed the door directly and went in, and as soon as he entered, an old man hurriedly walked over and saluted: "Master, you are back home."

After that, he looked at this team of people in disbelief, the people were strong and strong, and they also carried weapons, what was this for?

Wu Yanheng just nodded with a heavy face, and then arched his hand and introduced: "This is His Royal Highness the King of Jiangling, and he is not polite."

The old man was frightened, and hurriedly saluted, uh, what's the matter, why is there a prince in our house,

Li Pojun waved his hand indifferently, and then pointed to the twenty soldiers behind him and said, "You can find a place to settle them, arrange a resting place, and fill them with drinking water."

The old housekeeper hurriedly went down to take care of it.

Li Pojun and a few people entered the house, and a middle-aged lady came out in response, wearing the simple clothes of the day, but the color was very light, obviously relatively old, dignified and gentle, low eyebrows and pleasing to the eyes, and still holding a female worker in her hand, at first glance, she was a good wife, and there was a pretty little maid behind her.

Seeing this group of people, he was also panicked, and Wu Yanheng had to introduce it again, "This is His Royal Highness the King of Jiangling, come and see the ceremony." "Your Highness, this is the Humble Jing Ma Clan."

"Ah, I've seen Your Highness."

"Mrs. Wu doesn't have to be polite."

"Ah, Your Highness can't, Jing's wife doesn't dare to be, don't dare to be."

Wu Yanheng hurriedly returned the salute.

Li Pojun was stunned for a moment, and then understood, he was calling Mrs. again, Mrs. can't be called indiscriminately in this era, it can only be called by a woman with rank, and only the main room of the prince's house can be called. For example, Wu Zetian's mother, Mrs. Rongguo, and his sister Mrs. Wu Shun of South Korea, these ladies are all honorific titles, and they can't be shouted indiscriminately.

It's just that now Li Pojun didn't bother with him much with pretending to have something in his heart, and with a direct wave of his hand, he stepped into the inner hall first, although it was rude, but at the moment, he didn't understand the problem of how anxious to die and still cared about it, anyway, he shouted Mrs. Crazy may have been secretly scolded for being impolite and uneducated.

The group followed up, and Ma carefully walked around from the side, served tea, and then retreated.

As soon as I entered, I found that there was really no money left behind, only a few desks, a simple landscape painting on the wall, and then there was nothing else, the mouth was thirsty to see Ma's tea, when even if I was holding up and wanted to moisten my mouth, I looked, the tea bowl was the most coarse porcelain, not to mention, the tea soup was turbid, and there was fine slag floating on it, obviously it was tea foam or even tea soil, and I drank it shallowly, and it was miserable.

When Wu Yanheng saw this, he was also embarrassed, and immediately said: "Your Highness, don't blame, it's really, it's really a humble house, and I'm smiling." When he spoke, he was quite squirming and a little embarrassed, but he was straight-chested and sat awe-inspiringly, with this scene, but there was some wind and bones.

Li Pojun also sighed, he could see that the Wu Mansion was really simple, although it looked like a big house with three entrances, and the dignified six-grade Sima, but there was not even a door plaque, and the people were afraid that they didn't know that this was the "Wu Mansion", and there was only a desk in the main hall, and there was no vase furnishings, and the Ma family was also dressed in old clothes, and the old housekeeper was wearing patched linen clothes, and Wu Yanheng's official uniform looked at it, um...... It's also washed off the color, what's wrong, what's wrong with this world, it stands to reason, how can a dignified six-grade magistrate be so poor, even a Qing official won't be like this, the court's Yulu.

According to what Li Pojun remembers, he is a Zhongzhou Sima, and he should be from the sixth grade, so at least two or three taels of silver a month, nearly thirty taels a year, and there are about 100 stones, as well as more than 400 acres of vocational land, as well as various subsidies including firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, charcoal, as well as carriage and horse fees, etc., that is to say, as a Tang Dynasty official, you don't have to worry about eating and drinking at all, even small items such as firewood, rice, oil and salt, the court will reimburse you, and you don't have to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation, and the silver is your deposit. So why is this Wu Yanheng, a six-grade official, so shabby, so he is not as good as a small person in the West Market.

Li Pojun has always asked directly what he has, and if he can't ask it, he will say, even if he asks: "Wu Sima is honest and noble, his sleeves are clean, and this king admires himself, but this king has something to understand, and he takes the liberty to ask, hoping that Wu Sima will solve his doubts."

"Your Highness, it doesn't hurt to ask."

"That king is presumptuous, Wu Sima, as a six-rank official of the imperial court, asked himself if the imperial court was quite good, but why was he embarrassed."

As soon as these words came out, Su Dingfang and the others also looked at it, which made Wu Yanheng's face red, and then he sighed and said: "What His Royal Highness said is very true, the imperial court is very generous, and in the past, the officials were also quite rich in food and clothing, but this year, hey."

Suddenly, Wu Yanheng's face changed, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, took a step forward and knelt down, and cried: "I hope that His Royal Highness will be the master of the ministers and others, and will eliminate harm and grievances for the people of Yuanzhou."

Rub~ This is the sound of the knife coming out of the sheath, then Wu Yanheng's face became hot, he gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and then he stepped forward violently, which surprised Su Dingfang and the others, and thought that this Sima dared to assassinate the prince, and Zhao Yan had even drawn the knife.

Seeing Wu Yanheng kneeling, everyone was stunned, what is this, why is it such a big gift.

Li Pojun was calm, thinking that there must be a story in this, he had just knelt down to ask for grievances, and it also involved the history of the Yuanzhou assassin, and now he hesitated and made up his mind, and it seemed that something big was coming.

It's just that Wu Yanheng still bowed down, and he didn't dare to delay, so he helped him up and said straightly: "Wu Sima has something to say, what happened to this Yuanzhou, whether it was a disaster or a robbery, and what is the history of this Yuanzhou."

Wu Yanheng sat down on the desk and said, "Your Highness, this Yuanzhou City has been both disaster and robbery, and everything is inseparable from the history of Wang Thorn."

After everyone listened, Li Pojun and the others seemed to have some light in their hearts, but they were not sure.