Chapter 974: The Old Yellow Dog (Page 1/1)

On the same day, there were rumors in the palace of Lord Yushi that his wife chased thousands of miles into the capital and injured her husband, and the concubine was beaten half to death.

Master Mao Yujian has become the laughing stock of officials in Beijing and a typical representative of fear.

Although Lord Mao was not as seriously injured as rumored, there were many bruises on his body.

His little concubine was even beaten to the point that her nose was blue and her face was swollen, and she was suddenly reduced from the original concubine to the lowest maid.

Lord Mao Yujian didn't expect that his wife would know about raising a concubine so soon, and he found a servant at home to inquire about it, and it turned out that it was the post station that brought the news back to his hometown.

The post station of the Ming Dynasty was an industry belonging to the royal family, and it was originally used to transmit information and official documents.

Later, when officials entered Beijing or returned to their hometowns, they were openly occupied, and the post station became the welfare of the officials, and there was no need to pay a little silver.

The post station also did not have the court's money, and relied entirely on entertaining the merchants who went to earn some scattered silver taels.

Sometimes the silver taels they earned were not enough to entertain the officials who went to them, and the life of the post guards was even more miserable.

But such a group of post guards were hated by Lord Yushi Mao, if there was no such mouthy thing, how could he be beaten by the tigress at home.

That night, he wrote a letter asking the Holy Lord to abolish the post station, and what he wrote in the song was that the post station needed to consume 300,000 taels of silver every year, and the post station was of little use, just a waste of money.

How do you know that the song was sent to the palace, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no news at all, and the unwilling Lord Mao thought that it might be because his official position was too small, and the emperor would not pay attention to it at all.

The next day, Mao Yujian found Liu Mao, a relative of the official of the Criminal Department, and said that he planned to ask for the abolition of the post station.

Liu Mao was very disgusted by the officials' occupation of the post station, and immediately sent it to the palace.

It is mentioned that 300,000 taels of silver are used on the post station every year, and if it is used in Liaodong, it can make the Guanning army more combative.

Zhu Youzhen only noticed it after seeing this letter again, and Liao Yu had already forced him to be anxious.

Now that I saw that the elimination of a useless post station could produce so much more silver, I was immediately moved.

Immediately a decree was issued, and all the post stations in the country were to be streamlined, and most of them were to be abolished.

In a post station in Yinchuan, a young man in his twenties walked in quickly.

"Lao Huang! What are we going to eat today? The young man's voice was loud and full of confidence, and the dust in the shaking post station kept falling.

The door to the inn was opened, and an old pawn came out of it.

The man was in his fifties and had gray hair. His face was full of wrinkles, and his clothes were even more shabby.

"It's good to come back, they're all gone, and you're the only one left!" Lao Huang spoke with sadness in his tone, and his eyes were red as if he had just cried in the house.

The young man was so sad when he saw Lao Huang for the first time, and he couldn't help but put the things in his hand on the ground and asked, "Lao Huang! What's going on? ”

Lao Huang waved his hand and said, "It's nothing!" Let's talk about breakfast later! ”

Saying that, Lao Huang walked back silently, leaving a puzzled young man.

He just sent official documents to the adjacent post station for a few days, how could his post station have changed so much.

The house hadn't been cleaned in the past few days, and the table was already covered with dust.

Lao Huang is usually not like this, he has already regarded the post station as his home.

Even if you are tired, you will clean the post station spotlessly, don't look at their post station only a few post guards, but here is very popular with dignitaries.

Since Lao Huang didn't clean up, the young man got busy.

He found a rag, fetched clean water and began to clean the station.

After a while, the dusty post station had been cleaned by him, and a smile appeared on the face of the young man who looked at his busy results.

At this moment, the smell of meat came from the kitchen, and the young man twitched his nose and smiled even more happily.

involuntarily said: "Lao Huang is really, he is not happy to have meat to eat!" ”

Lao Huang walked out of the kitchen with a small pot and was stunned when he saw the cleaned post station, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.

"Clean and good! Clean and good! Come cleanly, go clean! Muttering words that no one could hear, Lao Huang put the small pot on the young man's table.

The young man was not polite, and used chopsticks to scoop up the meat in the small pot and put it in his mouth and chewed vigorously.

As soon as the meat entered his mouth, the young man smiled even more happily, and couldn't help but say, "Old Huang! Which unlucky dog was caught by you, and the dog meat is fragrant.

But don't let the white hair in the backyard smell the dog meat, or that guy will ignore you for days! ”

When Lao Huang heard the young man's words, the muscles on his face twitched for a while, and he held back his tears and stopped flowing down, twisting his head to the side and not looking at the young man who was eating.

When the young man was full of food and drink, Lao Huang said: "Li boy! The emperor decreed that the post stations across the country should be streamlined, and we are the post stations that have been cut.

They're all gone, and if I hadn't waited for you to come back, I'd have gone! Ay! How can such a good post station stop when you say stop? What about the merchants who come and go? Who will deliver the official documents that come and go? ”

The young man was stunned when he heard the news, he knew what the post station meant to Lao Huang.

Lao Huang, who has been a postman for generations, has long regarded the post station as his home, and this is his roots.

Without a post station, they can go to other places, what about Lao Huang? What will he do?

"Lao Huang? What should you do if the station is dismissed? Why don't you come back to rice fat with me! There are also relatives of my family there, and you can take care of them when you go there! The young man said with concern.

Lao Huang waved his hand and said, "Let's go!" Let's go! I have hands and feet and I will not die of hunger. Boy Lee! The most worrying thing about me is you, your fiery temper has to be changed, or it will bring disaster to you one day! ”

After speaking, Lao Huang trembled and picked up the small pot on the table, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Until the young man was ready to leave, Lao Huang did not have a situation again, and the young man turned to look at this post station and was reluctant to turn around and leave.

He had just walked out of the post station for more than a dozen steps, and Lao Huang suddenly appeared at the door.

"Boy Li! You've always said that white fur can keep you warm when made of white fur, and now I'm giving it to you! Hope you can use it! After Lao Huang finished speaking, he threw an object at the young man.

The young man took the fur casually, and just glanced at it, and saw the eye-catching white hair on the dog's head.

"This is ......, I ate ...... just now" The young man couldn't believe his eyes, how could Lao Huang kill the white hair that he regarded as a family member and stew it for himself to eat meat?

Just as he was about to turn around and return to the post station to take a look, thick smoke billowed from the post station, and after a while, the fire spread to the entire post station.

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