Dad, You Rest, It's My Turn to Scold Li Shimin Today

The seventh year of the Zhenguan era. With a thunderous bang, I transmigrated and became Wei Shuyu.

As the beloved son of Wei Zheng, shouldn't I be helping my father solve his problems?

Chapter 453 Good morning, Lao Wu

Chapter 453 Good morning, Lao Wu

It was still dark.

Choi Shin-ki knocked loudly on the door.

Old Wu opened the door with a resentful look on his face, and a jingle drifted into his ears...

"Good morning, Lao Wu! Hello, Lao Wu!"

"Old Wu looks so young."

"Hooking up with the fat woman next door."

"Quickly and efficiently."

"Take off your thick cotton-padded coat."

"Let's sleep together."

How would I know?

"It's your fault for being too flashy."

The bed creaked.

"The sound was like a cannon."

Don't blame me for nagging.

I'd like to say hello to you!

"Awoo, awoo..."

Good morning, Lao Wu!

After reciting the rhyme, Choi Sin-ki dashed into the Wei residence.

Old Wu was left standing alone at the door, bewildered in the wind.

Ever since that day when Cui Yixuan praised his ability to compose poetry in the imperial court.

Choi Shin-ki became completely addicted to it.

"You bastard!" Old Wu roared.

We must find a gatekeeper.

Otherwise, I won't do this job!

They're both stewards, but the other one has a whole bunch of servants and maids under his command!

What about me?

Not only is there a lot of work, but the wages are also low.

Every day they have to endure this inhuman torture!

"Hey, Old Wu's up."

An early-morning vendor, carrying his wares, greeted him warmly upon seeing him.

"Get up for no reason. Do you think I want to get up?"

Old Wu glared at him and shouted, "Come here! How much are those vegetables?"

"One coin for four bundles."

"fart."

Old Wu scolded, "Everyone else gets six bundles for one coin, and you only get four bundles?"

"Then go buy it from someone else!"

The vendors picked up their shoulder poles and left.

"stop!"

Old Wu stepped forward and grabbed the other person, saying, "I'm definitely buying from you today."

What do you want to do?

The vendor was unfazed: "Let me tell you, if you bully me, I'll go and seek justice from Minister Wei!"

Old Wu's face darkened.

Other people's housekeepers are all domineering and arrogant, but even a street vendor like me dares to give me attitude?

no.

I have to get you dealt with today.

"Why are you looking for a master? I'm going to reason with you!"

Old Wu pulled the vendor to the door.

The vendor hesitated for a moment.

After all, he's the head steward; maybe he can make a deal.

"I'm telling you, if you give me a discount, I'll buy them all."

How about seven bundles for one coin?

What is that?

Wasn't it just one coin for six bundles? How did it become seven bundles?

"Let go."

The vendor struggled angrily, trying to break free from Old Wu's grip on his sleeve: "If you don't let go, I'll call Wei Shizhong."

"I told you I was being reasonable with you."

Old Wu glared at him fiercely: "If you sell the vegetables directly to me, you can go home and hug your wife."

"Hug my ass!"

The vendor retorted without flinching, "If I don't make any money, my wife will scratch me when I get home!"

"Coward!"

Old Wu looked at him with disdain: "No man would act like you."

"Who said there's no one left?"

The vendor retorted stubbornly, "That's how Minister Fang is!"

Old Wu was taken aback.

I was speechless at that answer.

"Stop criticizing Fang Puye behind his back."

Old Wu scolded, "If anyone hears this, they'll drag you to the yamen and give you a beating." (Let it slip)

The vendor then realized that he had spoken without thinking.

He immediately shut his mouth.

"Seven bundles for one coin, I'll take all these vegetables from the Wei family." Old Wu started bargaining again.

"Not for sale! Not for sale!"

The vendor shook his head repeatedly: "Seven bundles for one coin, how can I survive this year?"

"What northwest wind?"

Old Wu said disdainfully, "You have to pay a stall fee if you go to the trade market to sell."

"Sell it to me now and you'll save this money!"

That makes sense.

But we're not buying it.

"I pay taxes, and I'm proud of it."

"I will donate cloth to the Tang Dynasty!"

Fuck you!

I was already annoyed enough by being woken up by Choi Shin-ki so early in the morning.

How did you manage to catch someone so quick-witted?

If I don't teach you a lesson today...

I'll hand over my position as housekeeper to you, Old Wu!

"If you sell your vegetables sooner, you can go find work elsewhere."

Old Wu continued, "Wouldn't that mean we'd earn even more?"

Hmm.

The vendor fell into deep thought.

The woman grows vegetables at home.

I can find a job outside whenever I have free time.

This seems like a good idea.

but……

"If jobs were so easy to find, why would I need to sell vegetables?"

"If you don't look for work, you'll only be able to sell vegetables every day!"

"I have vegetables to sell, and I'm looking for work while I'm at it."

"If you can't sell your vegetables, your wife will scratch you, and your son will scold you..."

"If I can't sell it, I'll sell it to you. You stingy housekeeper, would you even want it!"

Go to hell.

If I don't accept it, what can you do to me?

Alright, we're all from the same village, let's give in a little more.

"Do you even know what my young master does?" Old Wu released his grip.

"An official!"

The vendor replied irritably.

After arguing for so long, my sleeves are almost torn to shreds.

"My young master is in charge of the Commerce Department!"

"Does the Ministry of Commerce understand?"

"That's the department that manages merchants..."

"Just say the word from my young master..."

"You can choose any job you want in Chang'an!"

Holy crap!

The vendor's attitude immediately changed.

He put down the carrying pole and revealed a fawning smile...

"Old Wu... oops, Butler Wu, please don't mind."

He had barely said a few words when his tone shifted: "Can you really find us a job?"

snort.

Old Wu nodded proudly: "Of course!"

"I'll tell you..."

"Young Master was raised by me with my own hands."

"I took care of all his food and clothes when he was a child!"

The vendor nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes, who in all of Chang'an doesn't know the illustrious name of Steward Wu!"

"I don't know about this job..."

As they were talking, the vendor secretly slipped a few coins into his hand.

"Let go!"

Now it was Old Wu's turn to retort: ​​"Dare to bribe me? Do you think I'm the kind of person who accepts bribes?"

Yes, yes, yes.

The vendor nodded repeatedly.

"Um?"

Old Wu snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Huh? No, no."

The vendor quickly changed his tune: "What I meant was that you, Manager Wu, are the most upright person."

Old Wu nodded in satisfaction.

"I'll tell you..."

"When there's a job opening next time, I can mention it to the young master!"

It turns out it was all just empty promises.

The vendor was slightly disappointed.

But it's better than nothing.

The job the Wei family found shouldn't have too bad a paycheck.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Steward Wu, to keep an eye on things," the vendor said with a forced smile.

However, Lao Wu did not reply.

I just looked at the vegetables in the basket.

"Seven bundles for one coin, deal!" the vendor said eagerly.

That's right.

How dare you talk back to me, the housekeeper? Don't you know your own limitations?

"Sell it to my Wei family, you'll make a killing!"

Old Wu struck a victorious pose: "Try having any other butler..."

"They not only deduct money from your pay, but they also take kickbacks!"

"This steward...doesn't want these!"

Pooh.

You don't want it?

Dare to take a single penny and see if Wei Shizhong will spit you out.

Yes, yes, yes.

The vendors chimed in, "There isn't a steward in all of Chang'an who can compare to you."

snort.

Old Wu raised his head, like a victorious rooster.

"Old Wu, something bad has happened."

Just then, a figure rushed over.

"This is bad first thing in the morning, who are you cursing?"

Old Wu said something without turning his head, still arrogantly ordering the vendors to carry vegetables into the mansion.

"Your grandson is sick...it seems to be smallpox!"

What?

Old Wu's body trembled.

I was so scared I almost fell to the ground.

Smallpox was a terminal illness in the Tang Dynasty!

What to do? What to do?

Oh, right.

Young Master seems to have mentioned that Doctor Sun is in Hu County.

Old Wu hurriedly stepped through the gate...