I want to ruin the country

Chapter 166 The Successful Postmaster

Of course, Zhang Ying would not do these things personally. The housekeeper could just take the fire ticket issued by the Ministry of War.

Moreover, the postmaster will come to pay a visit to the master.

In fact, there is nothing lacking here, because there are many officials coming and going every day, and all expenses are well prepared.

Some post stations in remote areas are not so good. There may not be many officials coming in a year, so food and other things cannot be prepared all the time. They can only be purchased when people come.

The postmaster here is called Huang Bingyao. He has been working here for more than ten years. As the highest-ranking postmaster in the country, he naturally gained a lot of benefits.

This is a lucrative position, with officials coming and going frequently and spending a lot of money. Moreover, many officials come to Kyoto to attend to important matters, so they don't care about things like food, drink, and daily life.

Some people have been wronged and discovered something fishy. Who would want to mess with a small postmaster? As the saying goes, good shoes don't step on smelly dog ​​shit. Even if you do something to him, it won't show your ability.

Because of this, Huang Bingyao had figured out the trick. As long as he thought there was a minor official he could target, he would withhold money from him and treat him poorly, and nothing had happened over the years.

When Zhang Ying and his companions arrived at the inn, it was already around eight o'clock in the evening, and Huang Bingyao was very reluctant.

Damn, it’s already past dinner time, and they’re halfway through their eating and drinking, so after finishing their eating and drinking, they’re ready to play with their money for a while.

Now it’s all over. It will take at least two hours to light a fire and cook for them!

When he heard that Zhang Ying was a prefect from Guizhou, he immediately classified him as an official who could be bullied.

In his mind, a fourth-rank prefect is not really a high-ranking official. Who can blame him for meeting so many high-ranking officials?

There are quite a few guest rooms here, which are divided into different grades.

The main room is of course the most comfortable, followed by the West Flower Hall and then the East Flower Hall.

It happened that there were no other high-ranking officials today, and Zhang Ying should have been arranged to stay in the main house, but he arranged Zhang Ying and his son in the East Flower Hall, and several servants stayed in the side rooms.

No matter how much he looked down on Zhang Ying, the fourth-rank prefect, he didn't dare to be too presumptuous on the surface. He said with a smile on his face,

"Master Zhang, please wait a moment. I will immediately arrange for someone to light a fire and cook the meal!"

Zhang Ying said, "Excuse me, Mr. Huang, please bring some hot water so we can wipe our faces!"

"Okay, wait a minute!"

After leaving the guest room, Huang Bingyao came to the kitchen and ordered,

"A prefect of Guizhou, your old rules will do!"

The old rule was to reduce the level of treatment, but with just one word, the fourth-rank imperial hall became treated like a seventh-rank county magistrate.

Zhang Ying and Zhang Zhidong waited in the house for a long time but no one brought them water.

His follower Zhang Wang said,

"Master, I'll go take a look!"

"Go! Check if the meal is ready. Master, I'm really hungry!"

Zhang Wang came to the kitchen and saw three people chatting in the kitchen.

"Hey brothers, is the water ready? My master needs to wash his face!"

One guy looked at him and said,

"Okay, carry it over yourself, we're busy!"

Zhang Wangdao,

"Okay, could you guys please cook faster? My master is hungry!"

A fat man rolled his eyes.

"Your master has to wait even if he's hungry. You guys came too late today. It's too late to light a fire and cook. What were you doing earlier?"

When Zhang Wang heard that something was wrong, he didn't say much and came back with boiling water!

After helping Zhang Ying and his father wipe their faces, Zhang Ying asked,

"Is the meal ready?"

Zhang Wang pouted and said,

"Three people are chatting in the kitchen. They said they're going to light a fire and cook. It won't be ready yet!"

Zhang Ying was calm and said,

"Then just wait!"

Zhang Zhidong saw that Zhang Wang looked unhappy and asked,

"what happened?"

Zhang Wangdao,

"Complain that I'm late!"

Zhang Zhidong Road,

"How can we be sure of the time when we are on the road? According to what they said, if we are late, we should stay outside the door for the night and not come in!"

Zhang Yingdao,

"Forget it, ignore them and just wait a little longer!"

After a while, Zhang Zhidong felt the urge to pee, so he went out to the toilet.

When I walked to the kitchen, I heard someone say,

"Okay, this tofu will do. It's just a little sticky. I washed it with water, so they won't be able to tell the difference!"

Another person said,

"I smell a strong smell, why don't you change it?"

The man just now said,

"There's no need to worry about that. Didn't you see that our Huangtou didn't even let them stay in the upper room? So what can a small prefect do even if he finds out about it?"

Another voice said,

"That's right, we are not under his control, what can he do to us!"

When Zhang Zhidong heard that they were giving us stale food, he thought it was too much.

He pushed the door open and entered the kitchen.

"Everyone, I heard you guys want to give us the rotten tofu, right?"

When several people saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy coming in, one of them stared and asked,

"Who are you? Is this a place you can just come to casually?"

Zhang Zhidong laughed.

"Haha, who am I? The one living in the East Flower Hall is my father.

I shouldn't have been here in the first place. I was going to the restroom when I overheard you guys saying the tofu was rotten. I'm warning you, don't do anything against your conscience, or I won't allow it!"

Although these people did not take the prefect's son seriously, they did not have the courage to turn against him on the spot.

One of them said,

"Sir, please don't spit blood at me. Which eye of yours saw that we were so rotten that we turned into tofu?"

Zhang Zhidong walked over to the chopping board, picked up a piece of tofu, put it to his nose and smelled it, and said,

"Do you dare to say that this tofu is not bad?"

That man made a specious argument.

"It's broken, and we were just about to throw it away!"

As he said that, he picked up the tofu and threw it into the wooden barrel containing garbage.

Zhang Zhidong didn't say anything more and turned around to leave.

After coming back from the toilet, I didn't tell my father.

More than half an hour passed and the food still hadn't arrived.

Zhang Ying's servants were also hungry, so they went to the kitchen to check and heard Huang Bingyao saying,

"That little bastard is quite arrogant. Huang San, spit in his food and see if they can tell!"

Then I heard another person say,

"Spitting is nothing, just pee on him to make it taste better, hehe!"

"Hahaha!"

A burst of laughter came from the room.

After hearing this, the servant went to see Zhang Ying and told her what he had just heard.

Zhang Zhidong Road,

"That's really despicable! They must be upset because I scolded them just now, so they want to slander us. I'm going to go find them!"

Zhang Yingdao,

"Forget it. It's not good if the news of causing trouble right after arriving in the capital gets out!"

Zhang Zhidong Road,

"But they spit in the food, how can we eat it?"

As he was speaking, someone outside shouted,

"Master Zhang, the food is ready, we've brought it over!"

The servant went to open the door and saw Huang Bingyao in front, followed by two people holding trays. They entered the house and put the food on the table.

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