Chapter 97 The wolf falls in love with the sheep
Cheng Zhiyuan thought while walking, and said, "The court will go to the information and make a decision. Let's only talk about our internal yamen. First of all, from today on, everyone in the yamen will not be allowed to gather to eat and drink. If everyone is fine, go home and eat by themselves!" The master quickly lowered his head and wrote quickly, and recorded it.
Cheng Zhiyuan took two more steps and then said: "Secondly, I believe that a vigorous cleaning campaign should be launched in the entire yamen. Starting from today, all the toll constables will stop working, and all the silt and bad water will be sorted out. The toilets and huts should be thoroughly cleaned and resolutely cleaned and cracked down on impure things."
Cheng Zhiyuan paused, took a sip of tea, and continued, "Third, who else in the yamen who was in a low spirit, weak and stood crookedly, immediately go to the lord to settle the silver and get the official back to isolate it!" The tolerants standing crookedly on both sides immediately straightened up.
"Well... I'm thinking about so much for the time being, have you remembered it?" The master lit his head like a chicken pecking at rice and said repeatedly: "I've remembered it, I've remembered it!"
Cheng Zhiyuan took it over and looked at it. After confirming it was correct, he put it in his sleeve.
The master said in confusion: "Sir, have you sent all the memorials from the past to the post station and report them to the court immediately? Sir, this is..."
Cheng Zhiyuan glared at the master: "This matter is of great importance. I must send it to you personally to ensure that everything is foolproof!"
"Would you like to send two more people to escort the master?" The master said flatteringly.
"Bad, there are many people and big goals... Well... I mean I want to go private visits in a private manner, and while delivering memorials, I can also understand the people's sentiments!" Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes turned rumbling, and finally thought of a more reasonable reason.
"Yes, lord is indeed full of righteousness, with clean arms and loving the people as good as his son, and he is meticulous!" The master immediately gave his thumbs up and flattered Cheng Zhiyuan's face.
Cheng Zhiyuan seemed to enjoy this flattery and nodded with satisfaction, "Master, you have written this memorial very well. I will raise your salary tomorrow!"
Duan Mingyu looked at Cheng Zhiyuan with a look of surprise. If something goes wrong, there will be a demon. Did this old fox take the wrong medicine today?
Now it is clearly Mid-Autumn Festival and the weather is not hot, but the master seems to be very hot, as if he is seriously ill. He raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his temples, and smiled embarrassedly: "Sir, I'm over the award!"
Cheng Zhiyuan returned to the back of the case and saw that although the sides were sparse, they had already stood tall and straight, like a javelin, suddenly covering his stomach and shouted loudly, "Ouch!"
The master quickly took a step forward and asked nervously: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Cheng Zhiyuan didn't speak. After a long time, he looked up gently and said with a heavy expression: "I suddenly felt a headache in my mind. I'm afraid... I'm also infected with an epidemic. Mrs. Ji, I'm in good health. This case should be adjudged first and then tried again."
"Ah?" Wang Rongrong and Ji Yunyi were stunned.
Duan Mingyu seemed to understand Cheng Zhiyuan's intention, and kept giving cordial greetings to Cheng Zhiyuan's female family in his heart. He was a sluggish and his mind hurts. Why are you covering your stomach? Duan Mingyu walked to Cheng Zhiyuan and said quietly, "Sir, cover your forehead, cover your forehead!"
Cheng Zhiyuan hurriedly moved his hand from his stomach to his forehead and said seriously: "You retreat quickly to avoid being infected by me! In order to prevent more people from being infected, I will go home now... Go home to isolate, and everything is done in the yamen,... Master, you can take care of it!"
"Ah, let me take care of it, sir, this matter is probably not..." The master looked at Cheng Zhiyuan in horror. Before he could finish his words, Cheng Zhiyuan screamed like a pig, "Oh, I am in pain, this matter is settled!" After that, Cheng Zhiyuan grabbed the gavel, slapped it, and shouted with angrily: "Get out!"
After Cheng Zhiyuan said that, he got up and left the table. Duan Mingyu hurriedly cooperated to support Cheng Zhiyuan: "Sir, you are weak, so I'll send you to the mansion!"
Cheng Zhiyuan put his hand on Duan Mingyu's shoulder, "That's how...this will bring you the top scholar...Oh~Oh!"
Wang Rongrong and Ji Yunyi looked at Cheng Zhiyuan screaming, but their feet were steady and left the court with great strides. Seeing the two of them being so excited, impatient and a little excited, as if they were escaping from the sky, they didn't look like they were infected.
After leaving the yamen, Duan Mingyu gave Cheng Zhiyuan a thumbs up, "Great, Lord Cheng is indeed tall. My respect and admiration for Brother Cheng is like the surging river, continuous, and like the water of the Yellow River flooding, it is out of control!"
Cheng Zhiyuan quietly accepted the flattery, "Hahahaha, where, where, Brother Duan is a truly smart person, I am ashamed!" After saying that, Cheng Zhiyuan took out a piece of paper from his sleeve. This piece of paper was the plague memorial drafted by the master for Cheng Zhiyuan to reach the court. Cheng Zhiyuan kneaded the paper into a ball and threw it into the stinky ditch. "I saw this memorial in tears, and it was a pity to throw it away!"
"Brother Cheng is too worried, but I can write about a hundred or so articles when I sleep!" Duan Mingyu patted Cheng Zhiyuan's shoulder and comforted him earnestly.
"Yes, I almost forgot. Reciting poems and essays is your specialty. Haha, noon is almost over. You might as well get to my house to gather. Let's drink and drink happily, wouldn't it be fun!" Cheng Zhiyuan patted his forehead suddenly and held Duan Mingyu's hand excitedly. Judging from this posture, he was afraid that he would die today. Cheng Zhiyuan's love for literature is like the love of a wolf for a sheep... That, isn't there a song that is not sung like this? Wolf falls in love with a sheep, and loves crazy...
Duan Mingyu suddenly gave a sip of wine, "That's the thing... Brother Cheng, tell me what bad luck I had today, and I actually got into such a lawsuit. Oh, is it just because I am so handsome that God deliberately punished me in this way?"
"Puchi!" Cheng Junyu sprayed all the water on Duan Mingyu's face. Duan Mingyu hurriedly wiped the water with his hand. His grandmother really knew how to save water resources, and she didn't waste a drop, and sprayed it on the face of the top scholar.
Cheng Zhiyuan's old face suddenly turned dark and scolded: "Jun Yu, what are you doing? Why don't you apologize to Brother Duan quickly!"
Chapter completed!