"Your information is really bad. Xiangyang District is a paradise. I heard that the merchants who went there to do business have returned. Many people want to move their families there. I heard that the land there is neat and tidy. It's clean even on rainy days. The houses are like heavenly palaces … "
The man described it in poor language, and what he said was what he had heard from the merchants.
When Fengyi County was still in the hands of the Tsing Yi Army, the merchants still dared to do business in Xiangyang District. This in itself explained a lot of problems.
"… What do you think Xiangyang District used to look like? It wasn't much better than here. In the hands of district magistrate Liu Xi, it changed in half a year. Now that Chengan District, Maolin District, and Jiaoping District have all been conquered by him, these three poor places might become as good as Xiangyang District. What do you think … If I go for such a good opportunity, I might become rich. "
The person danced with joy as he spoke. In the end, he sighed. "Unfortunately, my wife and I won't allow it. Otherwise, they'll fight with me."
Everyone was discussing it. They were very curious about the Xiangyang District that the person mentioned. Most of them did not believe it.
Upon hearing that, the boy servant asked the strategist in a low voice in surprise, "This Liu Xi … isn't he just a district magistrate?"
A district magistrate mobilized troops to attack the three nearby districts?
Who would believe such nonsense, let alone to recover the lost land in Dongqing and save the people from suffering.
A mere district magistrate actually had the ability and military strength to recover the three districts. From what he said, he even had the three districts in his pocket …
"He's ambitious and bold." The strategist took a sip of tea. "He's an interesting person."
The teacher had heard of Liu She, but Liu Xi … He had never heard of him.
"Would you like to take a look, sir?" the boy servant asked.
The teacher glanced at the boy servant amusedly and said, "Didn't you say that you wanted to go to Diyang District?"
As the master and servant were talking, they heard the person say in exasperation, "… What I said is true. Those were spread by merchants when they were doing business. Who dared to go to Chengan District to do business in the past? Now, they've all gone there and each of them has made a lot of money … The person in charge is said to be Wei Ci or something. He's a great beauty and does business logically … "
The attendant widened his eyes in astonishment. "Mr. Zixiao?"
"I don't think so. Maybe he has the same name, or maybe he got the wrong person … With Zixiao's personality, he doesn't seem to be the type to fall into a trap so quickly."
The current situation in the world was still chaotic. With Wei Ci's complicated thoughts, he would most likely choose to observe for a while and wait for the True Dragon.
The page boy pouted and said, "Didn't that person say she was a great beauty?"
The strategist couldn't help but laugh. "I've taught you several times, but you didn't listen. Zixiao hates it when people talk about his appearance."
The errand boy raised his hand and rubbed his chubby face. His appearance was mediocre. He really did not understand the mentality of those who wished to be ugly.
"I'm not allowed to say that she's beautiful. Then I won't say it in the future." The boy grinned.
After a while, they listened carefully to that person's narration. The more they listened, the more they felt that the mayor of Chengan District was Wei Ci.
The attendant said in a daze, "Maybe … it's really Mr. Zixiao?"
The strategist said uncertainly, "Perhaps."
The servant asked, "Sir, why don't we go to Chengan District to look for Mr. Zixiao?"
The strategist was rather helpless. "You're a man of your word. Since we're already at the border of Diyang District, it's only a day's time. It's not a wasted trip to see Huang Song first. If you're not satisfied, we'll go to Chengan District to look for Zixiao. "
The master and servant drank their tea and returned to the carriage.
The weather was still cold, and the people were still wearing heavy clothes. After the end of the spring plowing, there was a period of slack. There were not many people on both sides of the street. However, the closer they got to Diyang District, the more lively it was. It looked a little like the leisure life of a farmer.
"This Diyang District is peaceful. It seems that Huang something is quite capable."
The servant drove the carriage, and the wheels of the carriage rolled slowly.
The strategist clicked his tongue and did not make any comments.
The master and servant found a quiet place and found that there were open teahouses and eateries on both sides of the street. The people who came and went had a slight blush on their faces. It was obvious that they were living a good life. The servant's impression of Huang Song increased gradually.
The strategist's ears were filled with his servant's nagging, saying that everything was good, and that Huang Song seemed to be a good person …
"You're very noisy," he said calmly.
The servant retorted, "If I don't speak, you'll definitely say that the surroundings are too quiet again."
Daily Pitting Master and Servant Against Each Other (1/1), Completed.
He was mentally exhausted. Where had the reserved and obedient servant gone?
The strategist found a seat in the teahouse and asked the waiter some questions. Then, he ordered a pot of ordinary tea.
"Don't you think Diyang District is good, sir?"
The servant stretched his neck and looked out of the window. Ever since they entered the city, the scenery they saw was quite good. There were even children playing on the streets.
"It's quite good."
However, it was not good enough.
"Are you going to stay here, sir?"
"Let's meet Huang Song first before making a decision."
The strategist frowned, and information about Huang Song flashed across his mind.
Since Huang Song and Feng Jue had caused a lot of trouble for Prince Changshou, Prince Changshou had investigated the identity and background of these two people.
Huang Song was the godson of Huang Tan, who was a eunuch's descendant. His family background was a problem … However, he was not much better. Naturally, he would not be picky about his family background … As for his ability, the Diyang District in front of him was the best evidence.
However, he had to focus on this person's breadth of mind and bearing.
After all, he was the one who had schemed to get Prince Changshou to frame Huang Song.
How could Huang Song not bear a grudge and be disgusted?
He did not want to be put in a difficult position.
"How do we meet him?" the servant asked.
"Hand over a visitation card and say that Yang Si, from Ding County at the border of Chenzhou, wishes to meet him."
The servant exclaimed and said, "Sir, if we directly send a visitation card, he might not be willing to meet us."
Yang Si said with a smile, "If Huang Song doesn't even know who plotted against him, there's no need to meet him."
If Huang Song investigated him, he would naturally know who Yang Si was.
Regardless of whether he flew into a rage or something else, he should at least meet him.
The servant nodded in agreement and wrote a visitation card neatly.
When the gatekeeper saw that the servant was dressed in rags and had countless patches on his clothes, he felt disdain in his heart.
He took the visitation card unhappily. Without looking at the contents, the gatekeeper took it directly into the mansion.
He did not put the card at the top. Instead, he squeezed it to the bottom. The visitation cards placed at the top were all from important people.
After waiting for three days, there was still no news.
Yang Si asked the servant to describe the situation that day in detail, and the servant said it aggrievedly.
"How would he pay attention to you when you were wearing a set of patched clothes? I'm afraid this card won't even reach that person's table … Forget it, forget it. If we can't meet, then we can't meet. Pack up, let's set off to find Zixiao. That person still owes your master a few strings of money. He hasn't paid for a few years. This time, we must get it back … "Yang Si did not have any reluctance to leave, so he asked the servant to pack up and leave.
The servant pulled the rug from under his feet, "It's not that Mr. Zixiao owes you. It's clearly that you compounded the interest, from a penny of buns to a few strings of money …"
Yang Si turned his head and scolded him softly, "No one will think you're mute if you don't speak."
After the master and servant had been on the road for half a day, Feng Jue, who was already crazy busy, inadvertently flipped through the pile of visitation cards on Huang Song's table.
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