As a literary leader in the mid-Northern Song Dynasty, people are not only eight feet tall and brilliant, but also full of spirit on the basis of bold and open-minded temperament. Not to mention, he was also an expert in official judgment when he was an official in other places.
The world likes Su Dongpo and needs no reason.
This time, I was demoted to Hangzhou as a satrap, and I have accumulated countless fans before I arrived at the station.
It is said that Master Su will take office, and the people are looking forward to it. In order to witness this famous genius, everyone gathered at the gate of the government office early.
Suddenly, two people came in the team, swearing and pestering. They are all scrambling to beat gongs and drums, clamoring to find the new adult Su to complain.
However, this is a long and arduous journey, and Mr. Su is still trudging on the road at the moment.
The head of government had nothing to say to the troublemakers, but told them the truth. Sue's adult hasn't arrived yet, so I advised them to retreat first, and it's not too late to come back when Sue's adult arrives.
But they are willful and stubborn, but they just refuse to leave. Then, a butt sitting on the ground, claiming that even if you don't eat or drink, you should stick to your post, just wait for Sue's adult to come to class and give you justice.
All the officials are still trying to get rid of these two people. When they are noisy, a little donkey walks leisurely in the alley next to the officials.
The donkey is tall and strong. It can be seen that this animal doesn't need to work much, but it needs to eat a lot of food. Otherwise, I wouldn't be so happy around the director in broad daylight.
But the owner riding on the donkey's back is happier than the donkey.
Although the master is sitting on the back of the donkey, he is obviously slender; It looks a few years old, but it is faintly visible. As the donkey's hoofbeat approached, he instantly attracted the attention of a group of people.
I saw his head, wearing a black high-brimmed wide-brimmed bachelor hat and a blue cassock, and the gray ribbon fluttered slightly in the wind. Perhaps because of the long journey, my cheeks are glowing red. However, those bright eyes are not tired at all, but have a different kind of vigilance and banter about life.
You think he is a Taoist, he is more like a teacher. If you want to call him Mr. Lang, he is a bit hypocritical and provocative.
People don't know who he is, just standing in the middle of the road.
He was in no hurry, but raised his hands and bowed to the villagers:
"Folks, please make way, along the way. I have something important in yamen. "
After all, the common people are wussy. Seeing this person's cool breeze pride, they must be very rich, so they make way.
You're welcome, the bearer gave the donkey a whip, and the donkey stepped up and went straight to the lobby of the yamen.
At the entrance of the lobby, people jumped off the donkey's back and tied the donkey to the colonnade. Say that finish, he strode to the center of the hall.
At this point, the whistleblower duo are still sitting on the slate in the outer hall playing rascal games.
People entered the purlin and sat directly on the tiger chair.
The chief behind is still panting, and the touts on one side are also uneasy. Seeing people are not only arrogant, but also dare to occupy the plush chair. This man is so different, he must not be a good man. So he yelled at him, and if he didn't get off the tiger's seat quickly, he would be convicted of disrespect immediately.
People are calm, just sitting in the same place, calm and calm.
After a while, he took out a red cloth bag from the cassock and put it on the counter. After he untied the cloth, a glittering official seal blindfolded everyone in the hall. It turned out to be his new gold seal.
This man is the new satrap, Su Dongpo, who came to Hangzhou from Beijing.
In the midst of all the people's fright and trepidation, Sue took office in such a hurry.
Since he took office, he should have a pair of awe-inspiring red-headed documents. He still adjusted his clothes seriously, then smoothed his sleeves and moved his ass to the third position very seriously. After he sat up straight, he patted the wood and announced loudly with clear pronunciation and clear pronunciation:
"Please bring the complainant to class!"
The audience was silent.
Obviously, everyone has not reacted yet.
Is this tall and imposing man sitting on the stage really our male god?
The audience gave a sigh.
"? ! Did anyone complain about drumming just now? "Sue adults play it by ear, hall wood fell again. This time, he raised the volume by several decibels.
This shout was like a thunderbolt, and several horses in the audience could not help but hit more than N ice. During their waking hours, two young people of similar age bowed down rashly, and they shouted in unison:
"I hope adults will be our hosts!"
Adults a pistol, informal founder, vowed:
"Don't worry, I'll make decisions for you two, but what's your grievance?"
As soon as the voice fell, the two rushed to complain. The little one accused the other party of not paying back the money, and the big one frowned and explained that he didn't mean to pay back the money because it was too difficult to do business.
Before the adults could speak, they quarreled in the next few days:
"I don't ask for a wife in her twenties. You teach me how to inherit the Wu family's incense? "
"If I really am the heartless rotten fruit who doesn't pay back the money, you can do whatever you want with me!"
Your honor ordered, Su Dongpo and lamented the hall wood, ordered it to be quiet:
"Well said, you two who is the plaintiff? Give me your name, and then tell the story briefly! "
Hearing this, the young man looked up and said:
"My Lord, I am the plaintiff. My name is Wu Xiaoyi. I am 26 years old and live in Yumen Bay. I sued Zhang Er for not paying back the money, which made it even harder for me to marry my wife! "
Su Dongpo looked at Zhang Er, a young man.
Zhang Er also looked up and said slowly, "Sir, I'm Zhang Er. I really owe Wu Xiaoyi money."
Su Dongpo didn't speak, just waiting for them to explain the situation.
Wu Xiaoyi continued.
"Zhang Er owes me three hundred coppers. This is the money I saved as a temporary worker for the landlord Li. Six months ago, Zhang Er said that he wanted to sell fans, which almost cost money. We are neighbors in the same block. Seeing that he is usually kind and upright, I think he is reliable. I don't want his interest either. I just stated that he would give it back to me unconditionally as long as I needed it. He promised me in good faith before I agreed to borrow money. But half a year has passed, and now I just got engaged. Although the girl is rich or expensive, she has a kind heart. Although her family doesn't need us to give too many colorful gifts, the wedding is just around the corner, so we have to buy something. But he's in love and can't get a penny out. Do you think I'm in a hurry?
Lord Su must judge me! "
Adults understand the cause of the incident, he turned to ask Zhang Er:
"Zhang Er, do you really owe Wu Xiaoyi 300 yuan?"
Zhang Er truthfully replied, "Yes, my Lord."
"But why don't you pay your debts?" Sue adults also wonder.
"My Lord, the villain is really unable to repay!" Speaking of paying back the money, Zhang Eryi frowned and instantly aged several years.
"Zhang Er, do you want to default, or have other ideas? The court has laws, and it is only natural to pay back debts. If you want to break the contract, I will give you 20 sticks. Are you afraid? " Su Dongpo's face was cold and his eyes shone with majesty.
When Zhang Eryi saw this look, there was a panic. He knelt down, moved a few steps forward, and sincerely said:
"Adult wise! Wang is anxious to do small business. He borrowed $300 from Wu Xiaoyi, and all the money was used to buy silk. I stretched it into a cool fan. But luck hasn't changed this year. Who would have thought it would rain every day? It's raining, and it's definitely not hot. It's midsummer, but every household is wearing thick spring clothes. Who will buy Wang's fan in this cold weather? "
Speaking of which, Zhang Er is very helpless. He sighed and turned to Sue's adult with begging eyes.
See Sue's adult, one hand bent on the stage, one hand hanging down naturally, he took half a body sitting on the tiger chair, head slightly forward, is listening carefully, and see a smile on his face, he gathered up his courage and continued to defend:
"Now this fan has been pressed at the bottom of the box, and the weather has been cloudy for a long time. The fans are all unlucky and can't be sold. A fan has not been sold, how can the money be recovered? My Lord, I really can't pay my debts! "
Hearing this, Dongpo finally figured out the ins and outs of the whole incident.
Soon, he came up with a plan
He once again will be a gavel, drink a way:
"Wu Xiaoyi and Zhang Er listened to the command, the official case now. Zhang Er's fans are made with Wu Xiaoyi's money. Since it has not been sold, it is just right for you to pay all the fans to Wu Xiaoyi. "
On hearing the result, the audience looked at each other, and everyone was worried:
What case is this? I'm afraid I can't just write poems and songs. Once I solve the case, I'll become a big idiot.
Hearing this, the Wu Xiaoyi cried injustice:
"My sky bosses, you this three hundred penetration of hard-earned money is in vain? Adults sit high, adults should use their brains to judge cases. Would you please change the way? I just want Zhang Er to pay me back, and I don't want his moldy fan! "
I vomited 10 thousand "holy shit" in my heart, but after all, he didn't dare to mess around when he went to court
However, in order to get his money back, this Wu Xiaoyi is throwing caution to the wind.
Hearing these words, Su Dongpo was not angry, but gently stroked his sparse beard and tentatively asked:
"Hey, you really don't want Zhang Er's moldy fan?"
"yes." Wu Xiaoyi corners of the mouth firmly become warped up.
"That's great! You don't want me! " Su Dongpo rolled up his sleeves, patted his thighs, and his face was full of joy and rhetoric.
"Zhang Er, where is your fan?" Dongpo asked Zhang Er.
"My Lord, they're all in other people's homes."
"You go and get it." Dongpo gave the order.
"Adult, this ....." Zhang Er also Zhang Er monk scratching their heads, not sure what this new satrap adult gourd sell medicine. However, since it is a judgment, I think I will always give myself a statement. For the time being, it's best to cooperate.
Zhang Er left the hall and smoked several bags of cigarettes. Sure enough, he brought a bundle of fans.
Dongpo lay man looked at the fan and saw that it was beautifully made. The pale flowers and white background on the spiritual scroll are elegant, but they are also beautiful. He shook it up and down twice. The fan was light, the air supply was easy, and the wind was cold. It was really a good example.
Pick a few more, and they are not satisfied. Because of the special material of silk, it is easy to get wet when it rains. If it is not exposed to the sun for a long time, it will crush the bottom of the box, and gray mildew spots will be born on the white background of silk cloth. It's like mouse shit ruining a pot of rice, and even beautiful colors can't enter people's eyes.
It happened that when Sue's adult saw these moldy folding fans, his eyes lit up. He said bluntly to Zhang Er:
"Well, this is the moldy fan. You choose twenty fans for me. "
Zhang Eryi thought, this is not right. Since adults want to buy my fans, they need at least one more batch. Only 20 is so stingy? Even though I made 50% of his profits, my debt to Wu Xiaoyi is far from being paid off.
Since adults advised, he still hoped that adults could do good deeds to the end, so he simply had the cheek and begged Su Dongpo to say:
"My Lord, please choose another batch."
Dongpo replied categorically: "Just twenty, no more. Pass them to me. "
At this point, Zhang Er couldn't help it, so she had to pass twenty moldy fans to the classroom table.
Dongpo took the fan and spread it out one by one on the table. Then, he told the chief to grind the ink. I rolled up my sleeves, pushed open the tiger chair, and raised my brush to prepare the inscription.
It turned out that he was going to draw a poem for the moldy fan.
In this way, this fan is far more than 300 yuan. You know, Su, a university master in Beijing, plays poetry and painting, all of which are arty. He has made him famous all over the world. Celebrities in literary circles worship him, and people love him. They not only pay lip service to him, but also scramble to buy his poems and paintings.
I heard that his poems are very popular in Hangzhou and want to sell for hundreds of thousands.
The onlookers in the audience now understand the intention of the bachelor, and everyone sighed and looked forward to appreciating his generosity.
I think he almost doesn't have to think when he writes ci-fu paintings. If there is a big mildew spot on the fan, he will splash the pen next to the mildew spot and draw it beautifully after a few efforts. If the mildew mark is small, he will draw it with a pen tip, bend it sideways and outline it carefully. Soon, he hooked flowers, birds, insects and fish Then, he wrote a poem beside the scenery: a mountain runs up and birds sing along. In short, the magnificent mountains and rivers of the motherland and the vast warmth of the world are all displayed incisively and vividly on this one-foot square folding fan.
Almost an hour, all 20 fans finished. He made it himself and turned all his fans back. Then, he handed Zhang Er ten bundles and said:
"Small businesses can no longer lose money. You can set a price acceptable to everyone and take it to the street to sell! "
Zhang erqian gratefully accepted the fan. He knows very well that these ten fans can be sold for at least 1000 yuan.
Adults and picked up the other ten fans asked Wu Xiaoyi way:
"Wu Xiaoyi, now this moldy fan is poetic. Do you really want it?"
Wu Xiaoyi is eager to get money, but he is by no means a fool. He was too happy to have such a good thing. Where is the reason not to do so? Before the adults could speak, he jumped forward and said:
"My Lord! I want it, I want it! This is not a moldy fan, it is obviously a treasure fan! "
"What about Zhang Er's three hundred dollars?" The adult deliberately moved the fan into his arms and bluffed and asked him.
"My Lord, look at what you said, these ten fans are top-notch!" Wu Xiaoyi readily agreed.
"Well, quit!" Su Dongpo is more cheerful. This time, Tom didn't shoot, but slapped happily. Say that finish, he retreated to the kitchens.
As for Zhang Er and Wu Xiaoyi, they naturally walked out of the yamen in high spirits. When they really took Su Dongpo's hand-painted paintings to the streets to sell moldy fans, there were countless onlookers. In a short time, all their 18 fans were sold out and sold at a good price.
Where are the other two?
Two young people are very clever, one keeps the other for himself.