Zhao Yushi walked towards Yushitai with dark eyes. He couldn't stand it all night long, and his body was about to stink. Yesterday he went home desperately and slept. Unfortunately, he was having nightmares all night. The river-like memorial was submerged, and the eye sockets were still dark after waking up, and the spirit may not be much better than sleeping in Yushitai with clothes together for a while.
"Be content." Zhao Yushi said to himself, being able to take a shower and change into clean clothes is already a hundred times happier than those colleagues who have fought hard at Yushitai for a month and never returned home, surrounded by flies.
He walked towards the Yushitai listlessly, squeezed through piles of memorials, and finally found his seat. The rest of the colleagues just raised their heads, glanced at him with bloodshot eyes, and buried themselves in reviewing the official documents.
"Hey, Hu Xueting! Zhang Zhenzhou!" Zhao Yushi cursed in a low voice, if it weren't for these two shitty guys, would they be like this?
"You are familiar with Zhang Yitong, can you ask Zhang Yitong to come forward and persuade Hu Xueting?" A censor asked, and a large group of censors raised their heads. No one expected that Hu Xueting would admit defeat or anything, but it is possible to change the fighting mode Well, for example, real person PK, isn¡¯t it very good, why is it limited to writing memorials and complaints? It¡¯s too inconsistent with Hu Xueting¡¯s usual personality, it¡¯s simply depraved!
Zhao Yushi looked at his colleagues who were full of expectations: "I have already been there." A group of colleagues were silent, no need to ask, just look at Zhao Yushi's dead fish-like eyes, and you will know the result.
"Alas!" The sound of sighs swept across the entire Yushitai like waves.
A small official stumbled in and yelled loudly: "Today, the carriage for delivering the memorial has not arrived yet!"
A group of censors were stunned, did the courier get lazy?
"No, they don't dare." Yu Shi immediately said, the mail that could be handled in a small package suddenly turned into a mountain, so many that it had to be pulled by a horse-drawn cart. Don't dare to delay work.
"It's possible that the courier is sick." A certain censor said, don't look at the horse-drawn carriage used to deliver the mail to Yushitai. A big package, and a package bigger than a person on the back. If you tie a face scarf on your nose, you will be like a thief in Japan. With this work intensity, it is normal for the messenger to be tired and sick.
"I saw the people at the post station, but they didn't come to us!" the little official said loudly happily.
The censors were stunned, and suddenly ran out of the censor's platform, crowded at the door, and looked at the post station officials who were distributing mail in the distance. The Ministry of Officials, the Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Punishment the post station officials distributed them one by one. The censors stared at the little official, and the little official finally walked towards the censor platform.
"Alas!" Long sighs of disappointment sounded everywhere, probably to inform Yu Shitai that the carriage pulling the letter was broken and it would take a few days to repair it.
"This is today's letter." The little official sent out two or three memorials. The censors stared at the little official's hand, Zhao Yushi tremblingly asked: "All?"
The censors looked at the little official nervously, waiting for the verdict of fate.
"All!" The little official nodded vigorously.
"What happened? What about the letter from Huainan Road?" Zhao Yushi asked without hesitation.
"There is not a single letter from Huainan Road today!" The little official also couldn't believe it.
"What exactly happened?" Zhao Yushi was shocked, and a group of Yushi were shocked, and they couldn't believe the calm in front of them.
"Why are you still standing there! Go home, take a bath and go to bed!" A certain censor shouted loudly, who cares what happened in Huainan Road, let's talk about collective absenteeism today.
On the second day and the third day, Huainan Road still did not have a single memorial, not even a normal official document, and the entire court was surprised.
"This is Zhang Zhenzhou finally getting the general idea?" Some people were pleasantly surprised, Zhang Zhenzhou regained his composure, and voluntarily gave up pecking with the small county magistrate.
"It doesn't look like it." Some people shook their heads. If Zhang Zhenzhou gave up the memorial offensive, he should have a new attack method, so where is it?
"What happened to Huainan Road?" Luoyang civil and military officials all stared at Huainan Road from a distance, not knowing why
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"This is impossible!" Zhang Zhenzhou said in amazement. A group of subordinates nodded vigorously, there was no lie at all, it was true.
Zhang Zhenzhou slowly picked up the teacup, took a big sip vigorously, he never thought that such a thing would happen, it was even more surprising to him than Hu Xueting rushed up with a knife.
"There is no stock at all?" He collected himself and asked the little official in charge of the warehouse in the manager's mansion.
The little official shook his head: "Ten days ago, it was already in theWho would dare to underestimate someone who can beat Zhang Zhenzhou?
This seat is famous all over the world, heroes come to vote, and Danyang is the foundation. If there are people and people, and money and money, the world will be in chaos in the future. This seat will immediately become king on its own, sweep the entire Jiangnan, and then cross the Yangtze River, and enter Luoyang. The Central Plains commands the world, who dares not to obey? Then go north to destroy Li Tang, accept Li Er as a younger brother, and east destroy Korea Hey, master, how did you go, I haven't finished talking yet. "
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ps: Note 1. The setting of Huainan Zhigui comes from the reader "Mad Hatter". I searched for a long time, but I didn't find out that the memorial should be prepared by the government or purchased locally. According to common sense, it should be more likely to purchase locally. After all, it is too funny to distribute paper from the capital to the whole country. However, this is just my guess, no exact information has been found.
?Note 2. "I go forward and the cow goes behind", from "Liu Sanjie". Landlords and common people are singing folk songs, and a scholar describes the words and sentences of cultivated land.
? 2018.10.23. 18:55 Corrected the typo, thank the reader "She Buji" for catching bugs. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com