Reality proved that the New Year after the war was not a good time.
Those who were busy continued with their work, those who had to work overtime continued to work overtime. Only Feng Zhen stood out among the crowd.
Yang Si slammed the table loudly. He was so angry that his beard was about to float.
"I don't care, I want to get married and ask for leave …"
The entire government office was almost drowned in thick bamboo slips. People had to walk on tiptoes.
Everyone was in dire straits. Feng Zhen, the old and frivolous fellow, had gone to busy himself with wedding matters after giving the lord a slip.
Why?
Was he discriminating against married and unmarried people?
Yang Si saw that Feng Zhen was staying at home and not busy at all. He felt unbalanced.
Feng Zhen held a plate of dried fruits in one hand and a thin, long, bamboo toothpick in the other. He poked a piece and threw it into his mouth.
He said leisurely, "Jing Rong, the walls have ears. As the lord's important minister, how can you find such a lame excuse to avoid responsibility? If the lord finds out, she will be furious and very disappointed. Don't lose sight of the bigger picture because of the small things. "
Yang Si was so angry that he wanted to laugh.
"Zi Shi, do you know that deceiving the lord is a serious crime?"
Feng Zhen asked for leave with the excuse of preparing for his wedding. Jiang Pengji felt that there were no elders or relatives in Feng Zhen's family to take care of his wedding, so she simply granted him leave. Not only did she let him take this year's leave, but she also generously lightened Feng Zhen's burden and pushed the burden on others.
With one less main labor force, wouldn't the burden on others be heavier?
The most optimistic estimate was that many people would be busy until the morning of New Year's Eve. If they took a little more time, they would still have to stay in the study to fight after New Year's Eve dinner.
The houses of Jiang Pengji's civil and military officials were close to each other. Most of them were in the central area. They were either neighbors or separated by one or two streets.
Yang Si and Feng Zhen lived close to each other. The former took the time to check on the latter's preparation progress.
He didn't know if he didn't care, but he was shocked when he did.
Where was Feng Zhen, who was rumored to be so busy that he jumped up and down?
Who was this lowly person in front of him leisurely lying on a small couch in front of an open window, drinking sake and tasting dried fruits?
Feng Zhen said he was taking leave to prepare for his wedding, but in the end, he was secretly sleeping in and hiding. If this wasn't deception, what was?
In the face of Yang Si's threat, Feng Zhen was not the least bit intimidated. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, "Zhen did not lie to my lord."
Yang Si asked, "You're resting here. Who's busy with your wedding?"
Feng Zhen puffed out his chest proudly and said, "Who asked me to have such an intelligent and capable son? A son should be like this!"
Yang Si: "…"
He had already been showered with dog food by Feng Zhen, and now he was showing off his son. Couldn't he show some sympathy for an older single man?
Feng Zhen cheekily picked his teeth with a toothpick and said, "You are all alone, how can you understand the beauty of having a virtuous wife and a filial son?"
Yang Si immediately revealed an expression of disgust. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's time to let that Madam Wan see your virtue!"
How could Feng Zhen have the cheek to do such a vulgar act in front of outsiders?
Feng Zhen said, "In the future, when it's fun in the bedroom, you'll naturally see it. Jing Rong, you don't understand the joys of a married couple —"
Yang Si: "…"
That's damned enough!!!!!!!!!! "
Having successfully disgusted Yang Si, Feng Zhen hummed a little tune. He reclined on a small couch, his outer robe slipping down to his shoulders, revealing a green Confucian robe. His hair scarf was loose, and his black hair draped over his shoulders. He propped himself up on the couch with one hand and reached for a steaming cup of wine with the other. He took a sip. At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the window. The cold wind carried fine white snow, drifting to the top of his head and strands of hair —
"Auspicious snow indicates a bumper harvest — next year will definitely be a bumper harvest —"
He murmured and sighed. Outside, the festive atmosphere was strong. Commoners wearing thick new winter clothes could be seen on the streets and alleys.
After a few years of construction, the entire Xiangyang District had become the commercial center of Wanzhou. There was an endless stream of merchants coming and going from all over the place.
The buildings in Xiangyang District were also gradually renovated and remodeled, from the original low and dilapidated wooden houses and stone houses to green tiled wooden houses.
The streets, big and small, were paved with clean and tidy stone or green bricks, wide and clean.
Because of the repeated expansions and modifications of the city, the original city gate was changed to an inner city gate. Later, a gate and two city gates were built.
In terms of prosperity, the current Xiangyang District was not inferior to the former Shangjing. The former was better than the latter.
The population had expanded from the original 20,000 to 30,000 to more than 300,000.
As the end of the year approached, the market was already a sea of red. The merchants and vendors on both sides of the street were enthusiastically promoting their goods.
It had been snowing heavily in the past few days. The district headquarters had issued an order for all the commoners to sweep away the snow to prevent the houses from collapsing.
The commoners had been maintaining this order for several years and had long gotten used to it.
At first, there were outsiders who had migrated here who didn't care. In the end, a commoner passed by the commoner's house and slipped and fell, breaking his bones. The commoner was furious and sued the family to the magistrate's office. The magistrate's office sent bailiffs to inspect the snow and judged the commoner to have improperly swept away the snow. They were fined a sum of money, and the head of the household was also arrested and sent to prison for three days as punishment. After the heavy punishment, no one dared to violate the district headquarters' orders anymore.
After a few years, sweeping the snow had also evolved into every household's winter entertainment.
Yang Si passed by a certain residential alley. Separated by a courtyard wall that was taller than a person, he faintly saw a burly figure in black standing on the eaves sweeping the snow.
"Isn't that General Fu?"
Yang Si mumbled and hurriedly stopped the horse carriage.
He tiptoed and tried to take a closer look.
Fu Wang's muscles were very strong and strong. At this moment, he was wearing a short black outfit. The tight clothes were wet and stuck to his body, outlining the contours of his muscles and exposing all the advantages of his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Which man wouldn't be jealous and envious of him?
He rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. The muscles on his forearms swelled and tightened due to his strength. Both his hands held a large broom specially used for sweeping snow.
"This doesn't seem to be General Fu's residence?"
Yang Si looked at the surrounding terrain and once again confirmed that he didn't remember wrongly.
"Go, knock on the door and say that the master is here to visit General Fu."
Fu Wang, who was in the courtyard, was also confused.
He didn't have a deep friendship with Yang Si. Did the other party have to visit him and Lady Huijun's residence?
Yes, Fu Wang was currently in Huijun's residence visiting the child and helping her sweep the snow on the roof.
There were only a few old maids and maidservants in Huijun's residence. The house was also relatively high, so it was inconvenient for them to climb up. Thus, Fu Wang volunteered.
As someone who was raised by a pack of wolves, Fu Wang's style of doing things was obviously closer to that of a wolf.
He didn't lack patience when waiting for prey.
He would infiltrate the other party's life bit by bit and then take them down with a thunderous force!
He wasn't afraid of failure, but he was afraid of not being able to keep his cool.
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