There is a home in the depths of the white clouds

The hail didn't last long, but that was hail.

Wu Youwei took a look around at his own house first, and it was very good, none of his family members panicked, but there was a bit of worry on their faces.

"It's okay, it's just a little hail." Wu Youwei reassured everyone.

Then he asked Dashan to set up the car, and took the housekeeper to Wujia Village to have a look.

Fortunately, the hail was very small, and although the crops were damaged, it was not serious. This is luck among misfortunes.

Throughout the year, everyone eats by pointing to the grain produced in this field.

Because people were outside the construction site, Wu Youwei was afraid that someone would be injured, so he immediately asked someone to ask, but Lin Guanjia said: "Young one, let's go!"

"Steward Lin, don't be small, young, just call yourself me." Wu Youwei is not used to a person older than himself calling himself "little". The butler of the government is much stronger.

He can let the butler of the Wu Mansion bow down in front of him because he wants to suppress him and doesn't like him. well organized.

He just needs to eat and wait to die as a rice bug.

This kind of life without worrying about everything is a comfortable life!

Whatever he wants to do, he only needs to order "Go down, and the housekeeper will take care of it. This day is called "day".

"Okay." Butler Lin Su nodded seriously: "I'll go over and have a look, and I'll be back in a while.

Lin Su found that although his master was young, he was strong-minded and approachable. Regardless of whether he punished anyone at home, the servants were very honest.

It's because the master treats them very well, and this family is also very good. No one wants to go back to the past after such a good life, because they didn't live well in the past.

Butler Lin Su passed by, and Wu Youwei, as the master, could not go there in person and could only wait for news.

After a while, Steward Lin came back: "Master, it's all right, everyone went into the house to shelter from the rain when it rained, and stayed in the house when the hailstorm hit. Not big."

Wu Youwei was relieved: "That's good, let them not have to go to work for these two days, and their wages will still be counted as their work. They all go back and look at their own homes. I heard that some homes are not very good. Don't let the water leak in your home." , and let the hail blow through the roof.

"Okay, I'll talk about it now!" Lin Butler went to convey Wu Youwei's decision again.

After settling them down, Wu Youwei didn't dislike the heat anymore, and went back to Mo Ling Villa, wrote a letter, sent it to Li Dongyang and the others, and invited them to meet at Pinyuan Teahouse.

He has a waiver there.

Arrived in the capital two days in advance, still staying in his mansion, with the carved Buddha statue, Wu Youwei first went to Fahai Temple.

When Master Ji Kong saw what he sent, he was taken aback for a moment, and then he said angrily: "You know how to find a way, and you have come to the poor monk."

"Ah?" Wu Youwei was stunned: "Master, this is a gift for the Dragon Boat Festival. Didn't I send the wrong thing back then?"

Did the old monk take the wrong medicine?

Suddenly being so indifferent to yourself, still angry?Still angry?

"Extreme mutton fat jade, good thing, this Buddha statue is worth a thousand gold, can you take it out?" Master Jikong said angrily: "It's useless to treat you like a friend who has forgotten years, you can go , take your things away, and don't come here again!"

"Why?" Wu Youwei would be a fool if he left like this!

He simply lay down on the monk's bed where Master Jikong was meditating: "Tell me clearly, is your old head flooded or did you take the wrong medicine? Why do you drive me away? I won't leave, what can you do! "

When Master Kong got angry, he immediately pulled him up from the monk's bed.

Wu Youwei was even worse, he directly put a monkey-like monkey on Master Ji Kong's body.

Master Ji Kong laughed angrily at his action: "You actually played tricks on the poor monk?"

"Aren't you going to break up with me too?" Wu Youwei hugged Master Ji Kong's arm tightly, and squeezed it back: "Master, you are so old, why is your arm full of muscles! I thought it was at least a bit old-fashioned.

The flesh on the old man's body is tight and firm, but Master Kong's arms are like the muscles of a young man, which makes Wu Youwei, who is like a white chicken, envious.

It is said that he is exercising every day now, but it just makes his body better, and he hasn't developed any muscles yet.

Besides, when he was in the Wu Mansion, he couldn't do much exercise. After all, he was a literati. If you lift a barbell or something, it's easy to be regarded as crazy.

That would give Madam Wu a chance, she wished he was a psycho, a lunatic.

Under such circumstances, Wu Youwei tried his best to pretend to be normal, reading "Book of Filial Piety" every day is already very good.

"Get out!" Master Zhikong still had a bad expression on his face, but his tone became softer: "Don't meddle in those matters, even if you come to the poor monk, the poor monk will not help you.

"I have nothing to ask you for help?" Wu Youwei scratched his head: "Master, have you misunderstood? I just came to make up for the rituals of the Dragon Boat Festival."

"Aren't you a lobbyist for the Wu family?" Master Kong was also taken aback.

"Wu family?" Wu Youwei was puzzled: "Wu Jun's family?"

"Yes!"

"His family is his family, and mine is mine." Wu Youwei declared, "We are separated."

Master Kong knew about the separation of the family. He used to think that their relationship was not good, and he thought it would be even worse to separate the family. Who knew that he even gave him a gift.

This made Master Kong angry.

"Didn't you come here for that girl from his family?" Master Ji Kong said, "That girl has already been drafted, she is the one appointed by the Ministry of Rites, a poor monk and an old monk, how can she help?"

Even if he has this ability, he will definitely not help!

"She's the one who chooses the draft? What does it matter to me?" Wu Youwei figured it out instantly. The co-author Master Kong thought he was here to solicit votes for Wu Qian'er?

"Really?" Master Kong squinted at Little Giant Wu hanging on his body like a chicken.

"Guan, me, what, what?" Wu Youwei gritted his teeth and let go of Master Jikong's arm: "Do you think I'm here to intercede for her? Or as a lobbyist for her, let you go into the palace to talk to me?" The emperor said? Or tell the queen mother? Her face is not that big!

Master Jikong looked at Wu Youwei suspiciously: "Really?"

"Of course!" Wu Youwei said with a look of lovelessness: "Others don't know whether our relationship is good or bad, but you don't know? You think I'm here to intercede with her? What do you always think?"

"Who told you to give such an expensive gift to this poor monk?" Master Ji Kong shook off Wu Youwei, leaped out with a stride, carried the Buddha statue in, placed it on the kang table in his room, and touched it Looking at the Buddha statue is a kind of contentment.

It was the first time he had seen such a fine suet jade and such a big jade Buddha.

"Is this okay?" Wu Youwei leaned over and asked him.

"Okay, of course, it's the best." Master Jikong touched the Buddha statue and smiled, "This Buddha statue looks like a poor monk!"

Isn't it!

Because Wu Youwei specially drew Master Ji Kong's sketch to show Master Mu, and Master Mu carved it according to Master Ji Kong's appearance. Although there are portraits and the most realistic sketches, there are still only six Buddha statues carved out. Split image is empty

But these six points are already very good.

No matter how similar you are, it is easy to be considered as offending the Buddha.

"Are you finally sober?" Wu Youwei curled his lips: "It's just a gift. As for this thing, don't I have a top-quality jade ball? This is for you, you can keep it.

"Poor monks can't be accepted." Unexpectedly, Master Jikong said, "It just happened that there was a hailstorm recently, so let's say it was donated by you to this temple."

"But this is for you." Wu Youwei was not very happy.

"If the poor monk doesn't bring it with him when he is born, if he doesn't take it with him when he dies, it's useless to keep these belongings. It's different if you donate it to this temple. You can't protect such a treasure by yourself. Who dares to touch the things of Fahai Temple? Master Kong said: "And you will also get a good stone."

Wu Youwei said indifferently: "Oh, I see."

Master Ji Kong thought for a while, and went out in person. When he came back, he carried three boxes together, carried them in and handed them to Wu Youwei: "Here, five catties of sparrow tongue, five catties of Dahongpao, five catties of frozen top Oolong, this is the good tea that poor monks have." Wu Youwei put on a forgiving face: "Okay!"

"It's not that the poor monk doesn't believe you. Do you remember what I said before that your elder brother has frequent contacts with people in the Ministry of Rites, and even the inner prisoner Niu Yu?" Master Ji Kong sat aside and said after seeing Wu Youwei took the things. : "At that time, there were rumors that there was going to be a draft."

"Remember, remember!" How could Wu Youwei not remember?Master Jikong said it two or three times: "But what does that have to do with me?"

"The poor monk thought that you couldn't get such a heavy gift. Only your elder brother can have such a good thing. He has been jumping up and down recently, and he has gotten very close to Niu Yu, and his brother-in-law is even more soliciting connections everywhere." , your eldest nephew and daughter have not yet entered the palace, they are busy." Master Jikong said: "And your eldest nephew, who came to ask to see the poor monk, the poor monk has never seen him."

"That's right, just don't worry about how they make troubles." Wu Youwei said: "My eldest niece is not a big-tempered woman, and the eldest lady's airs are high.

With Wu Qianer's arrogant and self-admiring appearance, can she be chosen?

Moreover, the rank of Wu Jun in the Wu family is not high, and the Wu family has no outstanding figures.

Hearing what Wu Youwei said, Master Ji Kong was relieved.

The two chatted for a while, and Wu Youwei had a fast meal here before heading home.

The next night Wu Youwei met Li Dongyang and the others at Pinyuan Tea House, all of them seemed very tired, Wu Youwei asked in puzzlement, "What's the matter?"

"Don't mention it, I'm so tired!" Liu Daxia drank half a bowl of tea in one breath before letting out a sigh of relief: "There is a hailstorm, and Qin Tianjian is in bad luck."

Wu Youwei bared his teeth: "Isn't it!"

The ancient Qin Tianjian was equivalent to a combination of superstition and science, and was responsible for observing celestial phenomena, calculating solar terms, and formulating calendars.

This time there was a hailstorm, they didn't figure it out, and they were naturally negligent of their duties. Moreover, this time the disaster fell, the government and the people were shaken, and the whole world was shocked.

Because the ancients believed in the heavenly time, if it violated the laws of nature, many people were afraid of disasters, so everyone from the emperor to the poor had to reflect on themselves, and the officials were much more honest. You, this is just right, no one has objected yet, after all, has God warned you?

Especially high-ranking officials, relatives of the emperor, and the three princes and nine ministers, all stopped.

Fortunately, the hail did not cause much casualties and losses.

"The Ministry of Etiquette is already starting the draft, and all the girls of the right age can apply." Liu Jian glanced at Wu Youwei: "The eldest daughter of your brother's family is also among them.

"How do you know?" Wu Youwei didn't think Liu Jian was a gossip man.

"Your elder brother went to meet the hall officials of the Ministry of Rites, and also visited the Minister of the Ministry of Rites who presided over the draft." Liu Jian said: "The Ministry of Rites has visited all the people who participated in the draft.

"Isn't this too ostentatious?" Wu Youwei thought for a while: "He is so ostentatious, okay?"

"Other families are pretty much the same." Liu Daxia said, "In this draft, the queen will be selected, and that's the queen!"

"So the people below are crazy." Li Dongyang smiled bitterly: "Even my mother wants my sister to run for election."

"Oh?" Wu Youwei, Liu Daxia, and Liu Jian looked at Li Dongyang together.

Li Dongyang spread his hands: "My father's level is not high enough, and my sister doesn't want to go to the palace, so this matter is a mess."

two people.......!! ! "

Gengshen, Emperor Rui was buried in Yuling.

It was lively and noisy for several days before it subsided.

Three days later, the ministers started to play, and the Ministry of Rites drafted the show.