Carefree Prince In Tang Dynasty

After listening to Wang Gui's words, Li Xin breathed a long sigh of relief, as if a large rock had been removed from his chest.

When he took Xiao Runniang home, he was always worried-what if his Chu Palace was the same? If his servants and servants of the Chu Palace were beaten to death and maimed every day, and the mats were thrown into the mass grave as soon as they were wrapped up, and the wild beasts were allowed to bite their bodies, what would he do?

Can he still be so arrogant? Can he still feel at ease that he is different from those who are despised by him?

Therefore, when he heard Wang Gui said that he and his Prince Chu Mansion were finally completely different from those who cannibalized people without spitting out bones, he felt very relieved. Especially when he heard that Li Xuandao had the same views as him, and he had already begun to practice personally, he could not help but feel a strange thing flowing in his body, warm, perhaps the so-called identity and belonging. Feel it.

All in all, Li Xin slept soundly this night.

The next day, when Li Xin woke up, a maid served willow branches dipped in green salt and tea for him to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth. Li Xinxin was not used to this thing. After a few hastily pokes in his mouth, he began to miss the electric toothbrush he had been using before, and said secretly: "There is no chance for electric toothbrushes. Ordinary toothbrushes should be made. This willow branch is too difficult to use."

After washing and changing clothes, Wang Gui led Runniang, who had changed her clothes, to see Li Xin.

Runniang was born cute, but she was a little too thin. She was washed clean and put on a new plain skirt. She finally seemed to have a bit of vitality, like a tenaciously growing wild grass, revealing arrogant vitality. .

Wang Gui said: "This child is too young and weak to do much work. There is no one else in the house to serve. I think it's better to let her follow the prince. The chores of serving tea, pouring water, washing pens and ink, will be allowed in the future. She will do it."

Li Xin nodded and did not raise any objections.

Yesterday, the goatee came to the outside of the Chu Prince's Mansion before dawn, and respectfully handed Runniang’s slave papers and three silver pancakes to the hand of the concierge. The concierge did not refuse. It was accepted as a matter of course.

Li Xin was holding the three heavy silver pancakes in his hand, and thought with a little bit of laughter and tears: "Yes, the road is not flat, and I didn't spend a penny. Not only did he pick up a little loli to be a maid, he also made a lot of money. ........This business is done." According to the prices of early Tang Dynasty, a silver pancake is equivalent to a consistent coin, and a consistent coin is one thousand copper coins.

Forget it, since the goatee refused to accept Li Xin's money anyway, Li Xin gave up the idea of ​​sending the money back. If I wanted to do this, the goatee would be scared to death on the spot, and would hang himself in his shop. Then Li Xinke would have committed evil.

After Wang Gui confessed to Runniang's affairs, he went to work. Although there were not many people in the Chu Palace, and Li Xin was the only master who needed to serve the Communist Party, there were still many miscellaneous things.

Li Xin watched him go away, leaning on the corridor and stretched leisurely. The autumn sun also shines lazily, shining warmly.

Li Xin's title is a prince, but he did not hold a formal official position in the DPRK, in other words, he is an idler. He hasn't experienced the feeling of not having to go to class, self-study, work, or do anything when he wakes up early in the morning for a long time, and no one urges him to do anything.

To be honest, it's a little empty...but it's cool.

Runniang followed Li Xin timidly. Li Xin glanced at her, and said, "Let's go, follow me to visit Chang'an City." Speaking of which, although I went to the East City with Qin Huaiyu yesterday, there are still many other places in Chang'an that he has not visited. Think of it as an autumn tour.

Li Xin and Runniang were about to walk out of the palace of Chu, but he saw Wang Gui leading an old man in coarse linen into the palace. As soon as Wang Gui saw Li Xin, he said, "Master, it just so happened that the farmers on the Zhuangzi came to see you, and you must ask for instructions on some things."

"Zhuangzi?" Li Xin was stunned for a moment, and then found relevant information in his memory.

As a prince, Li Xin naturally has his own fief, called Lantian County, located outside Chang'an City. The area of ​​the fief was not large, with a total of several thousand people living in it, which looked like eight or nine hundred households. The land cultivated by these farmers belongs to Li Xin, and they have to pay part of their cultivated land to Li Xin as land rent every year. According to official words, this is called Shiyi.

After understanding these things, Li Xin asked: "What's wrong, is there anything wrong with Zhuangzi?"

As soon as the voice fell, the old man knelt down to Li Xin with a puff. He lowered his head, and the short coat he was wearing was patched with patches of different colors, and the stitches were very fine. Knowing that he is coming to meet the noble master today, this may be the cleanest and most decent clothes he can wear.

"Master, there is a severe drought this summer, and the income of every household in Chengdu is not good. Therefore, everyone begged my old man to give up this old face to beg the master, and see if this year's rent can be reduced first?" The old man was dark. A bitter expression appeared on his face, looking at Li Xin pleadingly.

The look in his eyes made Li feel painful.

"Master, if there is another way from Zhuangzi, I would not say such shameless words. But this time it is really bad. This year's harvest is estimated to be only half of last year's, and every household does not have much food, even every day. Those who drink thinly will find it hard to survive this winter. If you pay the rent again, I'm afraid... you won't be able to survive." The old man cried as he said, his muddy tears flowed down. His gully and gully face rolled down.

Li Xin quickly helped the old man and said, "Uncle, get up quickly. Just stand up and talk about such trivial things."

However, the old man refused to get up. He still babbled: "My old man Zhang has never been less than the renter of the main house in my life, but this time I really can't help it... The host is more tolerant, even if it cannot be reduced, can the tolerance be limited until the summer grain harvest next year..."

Li Xin soothed and said, "I didn't say that I would not agree to you. You go back and tell the folks, since this year's harvest is not good, then I don't need the rent this year. You can spend the winter with peace of mind and work harder next year. "

As soon as he said this, Old Man Zhang couldn't hide the joy of his face, and his knees, which had been slightly off the ground, immediately knocked to the ground. This time, his forehead was also heavily knocked on the hard blue brick floor of the palace.

"Thank you, the master! Thank you, the master! Old man Zhang kowtows to the master, and the master must be a prince for all generations, with many children and grandchildren!" He said incoherently many auspicious words that made people laugh, and the tears in his eyes seemed to stop even more. Can't help it.

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