Bo~
As soon as I pulled out the cork, the sweet smell of alcohol spread in the carriage.
A few fingers in his left hand were hooked up and the cork was drilled into his palm. Hong Jiu slowly raised his wine bag and adjusted the angle of his neck.
But just as the amber wine was about to ripple and overflow, he suddenly stopped again and pressed the cork back into the wine bag with stiffness.
Alas~
He threw the wine bag into the corner casually, and Hong Jiu poured it on the cushion and sighed silently.
Although he felt that he had done nothing wrong, after sending off his deaf boss and second son, he still had the urge to relieve his worries with drunkenness.
However, he is not the time to get drunk now.
I don’t know how long it took, but the noise around the carriage gradually became louder, and the energetic hawkings urged Hong Jiu to sit up straight again.
He slashed his backhand and found a small mirror the size of a palm from somewhere. He held it in his palm and couldn’t help but adjust the expression on his face.
Until the stiffness and decadence completely disappeared, until his face was filled with a humble and sunny smile, Hong Jiu then put down the mirror with satisfaction and picked up the heavy curtains.
Under the dawn, the Dali Temple with high walls and vast buildings became more and more solemn and upright. Even the two lazy yamen runners outside the main entrance seemed to be given a different color.
Seeing this scene, Hong Jiu’s depression quietly weakened three points.
It’s time to make a cut from the past!
After all, my future is not in Shanxi Lane, but behind this high wall and in the vast building!
The carriage quickly walked around in front of the east corner gate of Dali Temple, but did not stop, but continued to run towards the side door of the northeast corner – although the daily entry and exit were from the east corner gate, the place where the officials and yamen runners pointed was near the side door of the morning northeast corner.
It is said to be a side door, but it is actually wider than the Dongjiao Gate. This is because the officials’ stables are also close to each other – yes, they must be officials of a grade to be qualified to use the stables in the yamen for free.
As for officials like Hong Jiu, even if they bring their own carriages, they can only be placed in a private parking lot around Dali Temple.
Leave little gossip.
But Hong Jiu got off the carriage and nodded to the guard’s yamen guarding the door with neither humility nor arrogant eyes. Then, in the complicated eyes of the two, he walked towards the southwest corner point.
When they were about to arrive at the door, they ran into two clerks from the right temple. Both sides greeted them with a smile. Hong Jiu turned his hand to avoid them, and the two clerks also took the favor.
After giving in for a long time, the two clerks took the lead.
This scene seemed very harmonious.
But the sense of alienation contained in it is beyond words.
After all, Hong Jiu’s beggar origins are no longer a secret in Dali Temple. Not to mention that the officials were ashamed of being with him, even the yamen runners were discriminatory in their hearts.
But Hong Jiu was specially recruited by Sun Shaozong again.
No matter how repulsive he was in his heart, there were only a handful of people in Dali Temple who dared to show Hong Jiu’s face.
So whenever I face Hong Jiu, I have such a polite and distant attitude.
Fortunately, Hong Jiu didn’t care too much.
I remember that when he begged, he received more than a hundred times cold treatments?
And he believed that one day, those contempt hidden in his heart would turn into awe of him, Hong!
With ambition, Hong Jiu pushed the door and walked into the dot, sweeping the room casually. A clear scene came into his eyes.
Four or five clerks were scattered on both sides, and there was a single person standing in front of the roster in the middle.
Seeing this, Hong Jiu walked to the isolated man without hesitation, bowed and joked, “Boss Zhao, you are so evil today.”
The Boss Zhao returned a bow with a bitter face, gave up the list, pointed to the outside, and walked out silently.
As soon as he left, the clerks who were originally scattered on both sides stepped forward and greeted Hong Jiu.
Hong Jiu smiled and was polite, but his thoughts had already flown to the Zhao Kangshen just now.
Speaking of the identity of Zhao Gangban, there are some similarities with him – although Zhao Gangban is not a beggar, he is a barbarian from Wuxizhou.
Last month, Lord Sun transferred Zhao Nan to the new position, but at that time he was only a slave of the Sun family. It was not until early this month that he and Hong Jiu became an official in Dali Temple.
If you really want to talk about it, Hong Jiu’s identity is actually above the Zhao Kangshu. After all, although he is not at the top, he is a very official.
But Hong Jiu did not dare to be entrusted in front of Zhao Nan at all – although the identity of a slave was more shackles, in a sense, it also meant a more intimate relationship.