However, they didn't expect that Meton cared! And he cared a lot!
"You mean I didn't get any salary, and my salary will be deducted for three months?" In the Mo Mansion, Meton looked at Pande, who came to deliver the imperial decree, in disbelief.
"What? You have a problem?" Pang De wore a pair of reading glasses and had a benevolent look on his face as he beamed. But everyone in the palace knew just how powerful Eunuch Pang was.
"I don't have a problem. It's just that I'm a young man, and it's not easy for me to find a job with salary. I'm ready to earn money and save money to get married. If my salary is deducted like this, when can I save money in Chang 'an and get married?" Meton complained.
"Merton still needs to save money to get married?" Pande looked at Meton, who was complaining about being poor, speechless.
Moton said matter-of-factly, "Of course. I was raised by the elders of the Village Mo when I was young. Now that I have a job, I can't rely on a bunch of old, weak, sick, and disabled people to raise me!"
"Old, weak, sick and disabled!" Pande's mouth twitched. Any old man from the Village Mo was comparable to a master craftsman. Who dared to say that he was old, weak, sick and disabled?
"Besides, when it comes to marriage, isn't it better to earn your own money to get a wife?" Morton argued.
"So Merton doesn't need the money of the Village Mo to get married in the future?" Pande rolled his eyes and said.
"Of course! The money of the Village Mo belongs to the Village Mo. Marriage is a private matter. How can we not distinguish between public and private matters? "Meton said righteously.
Pande said with admiration, "Marquis Merton is really a role model of the young generation. If all the men in the world can be independent like Merton, it will be a great fortune for the world. I'll go back to the palace to report to His Majesty and ask His Majesty to announce to the world that Merton will be publicly rewarded. Let all the men in the world follow Merton's example and earn money to get married. "
"Ah!" Meton suddenly turned pale with fright. He hurriedly wanted to dissuade him, but how could Pande give Meton another chance? He turned his head and walked away.
"It feels good to talk too much, but pretending will ruin your life!" Meton immediately hung his head dejectedly, his face ashen.
He was not going to marry an ordinary person, but a princess! The amount of money he had to spend was not a small amount. With just his salary, he probably wouldn't be able to save enough money even if he worked for seventy or eighty years!
…
"What? Mo Jiazi really said that?" Li Shimin looked at Pande in disbelief.
Pande held back his laughter and nodded. "Your Majesty, it's absolutely true."
When Li Shimin heard Pande's narration, he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He suddenly realized that this was an opportunity to take revenge.
A daughter was a father's little cotton jacket. A father-in-law didn't see eye to eye with his son-in-law. Li Shimin's heart had long been filled with resentment. Now that Meton had handed him a handle, he would be letting him down if he didn't make things difficult for Meton.
"Pass down the decree. Mo Jiazi can be considered a role model for young people. He is self-reliant and self-reliant. I am greatly comforted and hereby commend him. The original three months of salary penalty will be reduced to six months of salary reduction by half." Li Shimin revealed a proud smile.
"Yes!" Pande smiled as he received the decree.
"Go and tell him that I will keep an eye on him!" Li Shimin said hatefully.
Soon, following the decree, the news that Mo Jiazi was going to use his salary to get married quickly spread throughout Chang 'an City.
"Hahaha, to think that Mo Jiazi would have such a day!"
"Three months of salary penalty will be reduced to six months of salary reduction by half!"
"Your Majesty's decision is really satisfying!"
…
Many people immediately rejoiced in his misfortune.
"A seventh rank official's salary is 25 taels of silver a year. Adding on the salary and land, it adds up to 50 taels of silver per piece." Some busybodies began to help Mo Jiazi calculate how long it would take for him to get married.
"50 taels of silver! That's enough for him to get married! " Others clicked their tongues. A normal person's income was very meager. A normal person's annual income was three to five taels of silver. Meton's annual income was close to ten times that of a normal person. It was already considered a high salary.
A busybody sneered, "Of course it's not enough! 50 taels of silver is enough for a small family. But with Mo Jiazi's status, if he were to marry someone from a prestigious family, not to mention 50 taels of silver, even 500 taels of silver would be too shabby. "
Everyone clicked their tongues and said, "So, even if Mo Jiazi doesn't eat or drink, it would take him at least ten years to get married?"
The busybody nodded sympathetically. Since the imperial edict had been issued, Meton couldn't even touch the Mo Family's wealth. Mo Jiazi could only swallow this bitter pill.
"So, if Mo Jiazi could save the money he squandered previously, it would be enough for him to get married!" Others clicked their tongues and said.
The busybody nodded in agreement and said, "This time, Mo Jiazi's prodigal behavior will be punished by His Majesty."
Everyone was stunned when they heard this and said, "Hahaha, I'm afraid that from now on, Mo Jiazi's title will change from prodigal to miser."
The whole of Chang 'an City was suddenly filled with kind laughter. Ever since Meton became famous in Chang' an City, he had brought a lot of joy to the people of Chang 'an City.
"Come, come, come, come, it's time to collect your monthly salary!" In the Mo Residence, Meton said proudly.
"Coming, coming!" Immediately, everyone lined up and gathered in front of Meton under Uncle Fu's lead.
"Uncle Fu, you've done well. Here's your monthly salary of thirty copper coins!"
"Thank you, Young Master!" Uncle Fu received the money with a smile and counted them one by one. Even if Uncle Fu's brocade robes cost no less than three hundred copper coins, he was happier to receive thirty copper coins than thirty taels of silver.
"Aunt Xu usually works hard to make clothes. Thirty copper coins a month. "Meton passed the thirty copper coins to Aunt Xu. Aunt Xu also received the money with a smile.
"First-class maid Zi Yi! I only serve tea and water a few times. Twenty copper coins a month. "Meton said as he took out ten copper coins from his hand.
"Who cares about your twenty copper coins? Mochi has to give me two hundred copper coins for every painting I draw." Zi Yi said disdainfully.
"You … If you don't like it, you can give it back to me. I don't dislike it at all." Meton pretended to take it back.
"That's my hard-earned money. Of course I want it!" Zi Yi grabbed the money and immediately counted them one by one happily.
"The rest of the Mohist disciples will also pay twenty copper coins," Modun said weakly.
Soon! Strings of copper coins disappeared quickly. Meton counted the remaining ten copper coins that he had taken from Zi Yi's hand. He suddenly felt sad and indignant. He was probably the poorest person in the whole Mo Residence and even the whole Mo Family Village!
Meton counted a few times like a miser. He put the ten copper coins in his purse and looked in the direction of the Imperial Palace. Meton sighed. In order to make Li Shimin happy, he purposely gave him something that could be used against him. It could be said that he had given a lot of thought.
Besides, which man didn't try his best to please his father-in-law? As for the result, it was up to fate.
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