Strictly speaking, Jianye is not qualified as the capital of a country.

In other words, it is relatively shabby.

Because it has been using the original old city wall since Sun Quan became emperor until now.

Some places have even become dilapidated and dilapidated.

After all, Jianye's palace was expanded from the original old general's palace.

The wood and stone were demolished from the palace in Wuchang and transported to Jianye by water for secondary use.

This is not the case with the Jianye City Wall - of course, it would be wrong to say that it has not been expanded.

But the expansion part is not to build a new city wall, but to surround it with fences and serve as a city wall.

So to see whether a person's status in Jianye City is high or not, just look at where he lives.

Live in the newly divided part of the city, surrounded by fences.

Needless to say, it is either a member of the lower class or a member of the elite family.

And further inside, those who live on the edge of the original old city are families with some wealth.

The innermost streets near the palace are basically the residences of dignitaries.

The closer you are to the palace, the higher your position.

Of course, there are not exceptions.

For example, there is a house in an alley on Yuan Road. Although it looks like the front door is tall, but if you look closely, you will see that there are no servants from the wealthy family coming in and out, and there is no buzz of people.

Not to mention the crowds of guests and carriages and horses.

No one was walking in front of the door, and the main and small doors were all closed, making it seem quite deserted.

The sun has not yet passed its zenith, and the slanting sunlight shines down. Where the light and darkness intersect, you can see dust flying quietly.

The paint on the doorposts at the entrance of the house has peeled off in many places, and looks a bit mottled under the light.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

A horse bell rang in the distance.

A carriage gradually drove over from the distance of Luxiang.

The sound of horse bells comes from the bells on the necks of the horses pulling the carts.

The outer wall of the carriage is not engraved with complicated patterns, but under the sunlight, the faintly reflected dark red color shows that the wood used to build the carriage is of extraordinary quality.

Not to mention that this is Jianye and this is Jiangdong.

The land south of the Yangtze River was already short of horses. As the Three Kingdoms continued to stand in power, the Wei State in the north strictly prohibited war horses from flowing into the south.

Wu's horses became increasingly expensive and scarce.

Not to mention that in the past few years, even the state of Wei itself has begun to lack horses.

Although Ji Han is now supplying war horses to Wu, they are for military use.

It's not for civilian use.

Among the people in Jiangdong, bullock carts are now popular.

The dignitaries in Jianye City may be willing to pay a high price to buy one, two, three or four fine horses from the Han Dynasty to show off.

But it is absolutely impossible to use these precious horses to pull carts.

Most of the people who can ride in this kind of carriage are people with hands and eyes that are as big as dirt and money as dirt.

Therefore, it is not surprising that such a low-key, luxurious and connotative carriage suddenly appeared in front of the front door of this down-to-earth family, and there were surprised and even horrified looks from some cracks in the door.

Not to mention that there were several carriages carrying gifts behind this carriage.

The uncovered bundles of Sichuan brocade, woolen fabrics, exquisite wine jars separated by burlap, and oil paper bags with the characteristics of Han brown sugar packaging, unknown wooden boxes that contain good things at a glance...

Every car is packed to the brim, leaving no room for anything.

Although this area is not a place where the top powerful people live, the people who can buy real estate here are at least big and respectable people.

But once these carts of gifts were laid out, they had already reached the point where these people would be jealous.

"Mr. Lang, we're here."

Under the incredulous gaze of the peepers, the coachman stopped the carriage and horses steadily in front of the most unlikely house.

Then he shouted respectfully into the car.

The carriage door was opened, and a gentleman in brocade robes got out.

Then, the lady who was secretly observing let out an uncontrollable exclamation.

Without him, this gentleman is really too eye-catching.

Not only is his appearance extremely handsome, but he also looks even more graceful and luxurious when paired with a decent brocade robe.

He is not a young man in his twenties who is full of vigor, but a young uncle who has matured and experienced, knows how to be restrained but cannot hide his damn charm.

The little uncle who is between young and middle-aged, at the peak of his youth and autumn.

While walking slowly and calmly towards the side door, there were many more women's eyes in the cracks of the door, looking brightly at this side.

Just as he raised his hand to knock on the door, the side door was already opened.

It was obvious that the concierge of this family could not sit still due to such a show of force in front of his house.

Until the moment when the other party stretched out his hand to knock on the door, he couldn't believe that the other party was really looking for his master's house.

"May I ask this gentleman, who are you looking for?"

"Please inform me that Mi Zhao, a junior from the same clan, is here to visit General Mi."

Mi Zhao said and handed over a greeting card.

When the concierge heard the other party announcing his home address, he was obviously taken aback.

But after seeing him hesitate for a while, he accepted the invitation with some disbelief, as if until this moment, he still couldn't believe the facts in front of him.

"Please, sir, please wait, wait a moment."

The concierge stuttered back, then immediately turned around and ran inside.

After a while, a gray-haired old man ran out regardless of his manners. Before anyone arrived, his voice came first:

"Good nephew, but good nephew in person?"

Mi Zhao looked at this clan uncle who was only in his fifties and already looked senile. Even though he was determined, he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

"Nephew photo, I've met my uncle."

The old man walked quickly to Mi Zhao, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He suddenly stopped, turned around and covered his face and said:

"Where did my good nephew come from? Our family has no shame in seeing you again. If you want to come here to accuse me, please just open your mouth and scold me. I will never say a word in return."

When Mi Zhao heard this, he smiled, making people feel like they are taking a breath of spring breeze:

"What do you say, uncle? As a descendant, how dare I say anything about what happened to my ancestor (i.e. Mi Fang)? I came here this time to visit my uncle on your orders."

Mi Fang had been dead for many years at this time, and the old man in front of him was Mi Fang's son.

He is also the cousin of Mi Wei, Mi Zhao's father.

When the old man heard Mi Zhao's words, he turned around hesitantly and looked at Mi Zhao doubtfully:

"Is this true? Hasn't your father ever resented our family?"

Mi Zhao shook his head:

"My lord has said that as a descendant, I dare not comment on the grudges between my parents."

When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh:

"If I could hear this sentence before I was alive, I would be ashamed and hate it until I die!"

As a son of a human being, the old man is naturally not qualified to say anything about his father Mi Fang's actions.

But for the victim, another member of the Mi family, no matter how much you blame your own adults, it is not too much.

Because it was Mi Fang's actions that caused Mi Zhu to die of illness from shame, shame, and hatred.

When Mi Zhao heard this, his expression remained unchanged, and even the smile on his face did not change at all:

"Zhao and his uncle haven't seen each other for decades, and now Zhao has traveled thousands of miles to come. Could it be that my uncle wants to reject his nephew from outside the house and not invite Zhao into the house to talk to him?"

When the old man heard this, he quickly slapped his forehead and said apologetically:

"I'm so rude! Alas, in these years, I have never had a guest in my house. I have even forgotten how to treat guests. Don't blame me, my dear nephew. Please, please come quickly!"

"Thank you uncle. This is a small gift from my nephew. I hope my uncle will accept it."

The old man took the gift list from Mi Zhao, and after just scanning the top few lines, his expression suddenly changed.

His hands were shaking violently and uncontrollably, just like Parkinson's disease.

Then he subconsciously handed it back as if he were holding a ball of coals, and said somewhat incoherently:
To be continued...