Chapter 17: When an Ambitious Person Meets a Treacherous Person

Chapter 17: When an Ambitious Person Meets a Treacherous Person

Jinling Prefecture magistrate was the official position of the fourth rank, and the Prime Minister of Shuntian Prefecture was also the official position of the fourth rank. In addition, he has changed from the official seal officer to the Deputy official. It seems that his real power has been greatly reduced. But these days, the capital's officials are dignified. Even if the Prime Minister of Shuntian Prefecture can barely be regarded as half of the capital's officials, he still deserves the word ”promotion” in the eyes of the people at that time.

However, this position that officials all over the world envy, in the view of the tyrants of the Jia family, was still filled with 70% disdain and 30% envy. They keep saying that a fourth-class hall official has settled down in a broken place. It seems that Jia Yucun would have been worse off without the support of family and friends like Rong Guo Fu

Tch!

Sun Shaozong finally understood the meaning of the proverb ”A dog's eyes that look down on a human.” He also thought that these young fellows should also often make up stories about the Sun family, so he tends to become less close to them.

But because of Jia Lian, it's not good to give Xing'er a face.

So he just answered, and went straight to the living room.

Since Jia Lian mentioned him in front of Jia Yucun, he might think it's a good idea to bring them together. Moreover, since he was a person who wants to go on the journey together, it was better to meet early than late.

When he was walking to the front door of the living room, he heard someone inside vividly say, "The abbot of Jiming Temple didn't like the dirty thatched cottage, so he went to the backyard in the dark for the toilet. Unexpectedly, he was dim-sighted from old age and was stabbed by the tender tips of bamboo shoots into his buttocks. He screamed in pain. When the little monk heard the sound, he couldn't help but put his hands together and said, “Amitabha, it's really a bad retribution!”

Before his words were over, Sun Shaozong had already arrived at the door. He saw a middle-aged scholar in the hall with his palms placed together. His face was half surprised and half happy, and he was also a little panicked, just like the little monk who had just solved the hatred of the backyard but was afraid of being blamed by the Buddha.

This performance, which was delivered with role-playing, narration, action, and playing, naturally caused Jia Lian to give a round of applause and laugh. He said straight in his mouth, "What a good retribution! What a good retribution!"

Sun Shaozong was only stunned for one second, then smiled and crossed the threshold. He joked, "I don't think it's retribution. It's clear that the old monk did not have enough extravagance. If he could be like your Second Brother Lian, with three or five lanterns shining every time he goes to the toilet, how can there be such a disaster?"

When Jia Lian saw that it was Sun Shaozong who came in, he laughed happily again. He got up and poked his finger at him falsely, laughing and scolding, "I don't like the feeling of stomach ache. Erlang can't buckle the excrement basin on me!"

With these words, he affectionately pulled Sun Shaozong to the table and introduced him to Jia Yucun, "Big brother, this is the Erlang of the Sun family. Their family and Rongguo Mansion are old friends of several generations."

At this time, Jia Yucun was in control of the conversation of the three people at the banquet and coaxed Jia Lian like a puppet, which goes along with his words.

However, Sun Shaozong was still able to stand up for himself. When it comes to people's livelihoods and political affairs, it is more meaningful than the rhetoric of young people nowadays.

At such an age and with such a person, it was appropriate to use the word ”promising” to describe them!

Therefore, Jia Yucun could not help feeling jealous but had a love for talents, so he said so.

Sun Shaozong smiled at the speech and was about to say something. Jia Lian shook his head. "Brother Yucun, this is your fault. It will be a pity if Erlang doesn’t use his martial arts skills to fight in the army! You think everyone is as happy as you to spend time on the paperwork."

"Haha..."

Jia Yucun slapped himself on the forehead, laughing, "I’m the one to be blamed. I just think about Shaozong's good knowledge, but forget that he is still a valiant general. Forget it. I'll punish myself first!"

The drinking feast went on till midnight.

Jia Lian was drunk again. Sun Shaozong and Jia Yucun called the servants, carried him back to his residence like a dead pig, and wobbled out of the living room.

Along the way, the two walked side by side and said some drunken words, which they didn't know what they had said.

When they arrived at the northwest guest room of the government office, they said good night to each other because they were not in the same yard. They were helped by others and stumbled to their residence.

With the help of Feng Xin, Sun Shaozong walked more than a dozen steps away. He looked back, subconsciously. Unexpectedly, he was caught in the sights of Jia Yucun. Their eyes were full of exploration. How could there be any sign of drunkenness?

Both of them were stunned, and then they both laughed.

After laughing for a long time, they arched their hands and walked toward their guest rooms again. This time, they did not stumble at all.