Five Hundred and Sixty-Eight: The Prodigal Son Feng Zhen (1)

"The government office is flooded...it's raining too hard."

Yang Si tied the hem of his shirt into a knot, revealing his bare legs soaked in the water.

He moved the bamboo slips to the cabinet for a long time, panting and tired, and his old waist could not stand up straight.

Wei Ci sat on two stacked desks and looked at him with a smile, "Jingrong, Jingrong, you eat and drink all day without working, and now you are suffering, right? Look at how many bamboo slips you have just moved, and you are so tired that you can't even stand up straight. This won't do."

Yang Si was so tired that sweat broke out on his forehead, but he hated Wei Ci for still talking nonsense, and he couldn't help but glared at him fiercely.

"Don't be so arrogant, you fox. After this matter is over, I must leave far away and never see you again, a black-hearted fox."

Yang Si and the book boy moved the bamboo slips panting, and Wei Ci sat on the desk to avoid the water. What a mess.

Unfortunately, Wei Ci was weak. If he was asked to do these hard labors, he might fall into the water.

Wei Ci raised his sleeve to cover his lips and smiled, "If you can get away, then say this."

After getting on the pirate ship of His Majesty, you still want to get off. How can there be such a beautiful thing in the world?

Yang Si was furious. He didn't know how many times he regretted coming to Cheng'an County.

If he had known this, he might as well stay under the account of King Changshou.

It's not worth it to sell himself to Jiang Pengji, a Zhou Ba Pi, for a few meals.

"You fox, if you don't restrain your nature, be careful that others will be scared by you and dare not come."

Yang Si knew that Wei Ci had sent letters to many friends with the intention of recruiting people.

But this is a pit. Once you jump in, you can't get out.

Wei Ci blinked and said innocently, "Jingrong, don't worry about that. If you calculate the time, the fat fish may have taken the bait."

Yang Si was strangely silent for a while and asked, "Fat fish?"

So the friends that Wei Ci made were fat fish that could be cheated in his eyes?

Wei Zixiao, don't you feel guilty?

What's heartbreaking is that

I seem to be one of the "fat fish" in Wei Ci's eyes.

If he hadn't fallen into the trap, he might have received a letter of recruitment from Wei Ci.

Thinking about that scene, Yang Si felt that his mentality was about to collapse, and he wanted to throw Wei Ci into the water.

"You dead fox, I'll kill you today - justice for the heavens!"

Yang Si rolled up his sleeves and pretended to fight Wei Ci to the death.

Watching the two gentlemen bickering and making trouble, the book boy beside him was particularly tired.

As for hard work, his own teacher only helped a little, and the heaviest work still fell on him.

The drainage pipes in Cheng'an County have not been laid yet. The previous drainage ditches were broken and old. After two days of heavy rain, the whole city turned into an ocean. Fortunately, the water was not deep. Yang Si led the people to drain the water urgently. Just at noon, the accumulated water in the city had been basically drained.

The situation in the other two counties was worse than that in Cheng'an County, but compared with the past, the situation has improved a lot.

This heavy rain alleviated the drought in the north. The dry and cracked farmland was soaked with a layer of water, and the dry and hard mud turned into soft silt.

Yang Si and others began to get busy. On the one hand, they had to keep an eye on the construction of houses in the city, and on the other hand, they had to keep an eye on the firing of hollow pipes. After the firing, they had to lead people to dig the ditches, drain the accumulated water in the ground, burn and dry, and then bury the hollow pipes...

Because Cheng'an County is a pilot county for military farming this year, the number of reclaimed wasteland is huge, and the people still need to work day and night.

In addition to these trivial matters, the resettlement of refugees, the allocation of wasteland, the household registration of personnel, the relief of porridge sheds... all trivial matters have to be handled.

I really hate that I didn't give him a few more hands when I was born!

Yang Si has been so busy these days that his eye sockets are sunken, his eye bags are dark, and his eyes are full of bloodshot. Even if the Government Affairs Office specially assigns him a private chef, he can't be happy... because he is so tired that he doesn't even have time to eat. Isn't this a trap!

Yang Si trembled and said, "I'm going to write a letter to tell them... this is a trap, don't fall into it..."

The originally calm and self-sustaining counselor is now aggrieved like a child.

Wei Ci smiled and said, "That's not right. With more people, there will be fewer things to share."

If no one comes, won't I be tired by myself?

Yang Si looked like he had no desire to live, "The thing I regret most in this life is meeting you. If there is a next life, remember to get out of here!"

Wei Ci smiled lightly and said mischievously, "It's useless for Ci to get out of here. The key is to avoid the master."

Think about the last life. In order not to drag Yang Si down, the two of them rarely interacted privately. Did Yang Si do less work?

I am still so tired that I want to go on strike every day.

Your Majesty is too ambitious and has too many things to do. He seems to want to finish thousands of years of work in just a few decades.

Your Majesty is busy day and night, and which of his officials has to keep up with him?

If I want to be free in my next life, I must first open my eyes to see where Your Majesty is and avoid her, so that I can be free.

Yang Si was almost choked and couldn't breathe.

After a while, he muttered, "Who do you think that fat fish is? I know him?"

Everyone has a different circle of friends. Wei Ci's friends may not be Yang Si's friends.

Wei Ci said, "You may have heard of this person. His name is Feng Zhen, his courtesy name is Zi Shi, and he is from Anshan County, Zhangzhou."

Anshan County, Zhangzhou?

Isn't that the fief of King Changshou?

According to the image of "virtuous king" played by King Changshou before, there is no reason to let talents slip away from his hands.

"Zhangzhou Anshan County is far away from here. It takes at least half a year for your letters to go back and forth. Why did you get a reply so soon?" Yang Si frowned, "I have heard of this Feng Zishi. His character is not very good."

The key is that this Feng Zhen seems to be a sickly person.

Unlike Wei Ci's physical weakness, which is acquired, Feng Zhen's physical weakness is brought from the womb.

Two sickly people together, are they going to kill Yang Si?

Wei Ci said, "Zi Shi is a free and easy person by nature. He always likes to say 'Enjoy yourself when you can. Why wait until now?' He has a bad body and is born a little weak. It's not bad to have such a free and easy personality. It's much better than being depressed and dying."

Yang Si raised his eyebrows. It seems that Wei Ci used to be a stubborn person who was depressed all day long. Does he have the face to say this?

"Hearing what you said, I am a little interested."

Wei Ci was silent for a while and looked at Yang Si with pity.

This kind of "interest" is not good.

If Feng Zhen is not really capable, and Wei Ci cannot write to those friends in Zhongzhao, he really does not want to recruit Feng Zhen.

One emperor is already difficult enough to serve, and with Feng Zhen, life will really be chaotic.

Feng Zhen, to put it nicely, his temperament is free and easy, to put it bluntly, that is, he is unrestrained!

The Feng Zhen that Wei Ci knew in his previous life, one word is enough to describe his life - waste!

Because the doctor always said that Feng Zhen was weak and would not live long, Feng Zhen felt that life was short and he could not enjoy it in time, so this person was doing all kinds of things to kill himself, taking Hanshi powder as food, sleeping with prostitutes every night, drinking until he was unconscious every day, and being proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. He thought about how to kill himself all day long, and he did it as he pleased, which greatly destroyed the atmosphere of the group under His Majesty.

What was the result?

In the previous life, Wei Ci knelt down, and Feng Zhen was still alive and kicking!

Damn, life is not long!