Chapter 1677 Not a good thing

Yuzhu Village.

Song Zhiqing was enjoying the cool air under the walls of the corridor and listened to a man beside him reporting the news that he had inquired from the city.

"No discussion is allowed?"

The man wearing a gray-white coat exposed his two arms and small eyes and bearded swallowed and said, "Yes, I've inquired too, and said, "It's the emperor's order, and whoever discusses it will be arrested. By the way, this is an announcement issued in the palace. The little one spent half a tael of silver to send someone to copy it. Please check it out."

He took out a piece of folded paper from his arms and presented it to Song Zhiqing with his hands.

The weather was hot, and he was soaked in his arms that the paper was soaked in his arms. It was a little damp and emitted a sour smell.

Song Zhiqing was a little disgusted, and covered his mouth with a handkerchief before taking it, then stretching it out, glanced at him again, smiling: "Half a tael of silver?"

Tuo's announcement requires half a tael of silver. Do you think he is a stupid guy to cut it?

The man smiled awkwardly, his eyes dodged and his heart was guilty.

It is indeed not necessary to have half a tael of silver, but on this hot day, it is so far away, so what is the hard work?

He raised his arms and wiped the sweat from his forehead, rubbed his hands, and said with a smile: "There are many refugees in the city, so it is not easy to find someone to lay them out. You also have to find paper and pen. This disaster is not easy for everyone, please forgive me."

Haha, this is a bit literary.

Song Zhiqing snorted, too lazy to argue with him, so he took out a silver worth more than one or two taels from his sleeve and threw it to him.

The man took it and thanked him with a smile.

Song Zhiqing had already read the news on the rubbing on the paper. When he saw it, his face looked a little bad. What was it all about the accounts, and the accounts of the good deeds Song Ci did.

Pooh!

hypocritical!

Song Zhiqing rubbed his hands and kneaded the paper into a ball. He didn't believe it anymore. The dignified prime minister would not be able to create a good-looking "deed" and it was all an illusion that deceived the world.

"So, no one in the city dares to spread the rumors about the Grandmad?"

After hearing this, the man couldn't figure out what the master meant, so he glanced at him carefully and said, "The emperor also issued an order, so he naturally did not dare to pass it on."

Song Zhiqing said sarcastically: "That's right, the emperor must respect her aunt in private."

These foolish people are really greedy for life and fear of death. After only a few days of preaching, they are afraid of power.

What a pity.

The man heard the sarcasm in his tone, his eyes rolled and said, "But the young man heard a piece of news."

"What?"

The man rubbed his hands with a smirk.

Song Zhiqing glared at him disdainfully, and threw a piece of silver over.

The man hugged and smiled, "Thank you, Master San, for the reward."

He stuffed the silver into his belt and said, "I was afraid that the third master would miss the house, so I walked around to the prime minister's mansion. I heard that the grandmother was sick and had not yet woken up."

Song Zhiqing Yiliang was sick and unconscious?

That thing works?

The man kept paying attention to his expression. Seeing his face dispersed like dark clouds, he couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart.

This third master seemed to hate his mother very much. Look how happy he was when he heard that the lady was unconscious.

Tsk tsk, it’s either biological or different. No wonder the legitimate mother and the illegitimate son were born to be incompatible.

Song Zhiqing saw that he was still there, and waved his hand to let him go.

When the man walked out of the yard, he heard laughter coming from inside, mixed with a few words, and he was cured.

He shook his head. This third master is not a good thing either, tsk.
Chapter completed!