Chapter 173 Three Leaves Killing Twelve Warriors
That day.
No toasts.
No debauchery.
A very formal birthday party.
Unexpected.
The invited guests came with their noses pinched.
Public relations officer He also received an invitation. He found out that Jiang Sima's eldest son was born in the year of the rat, so he used public funds and his own money to go to a jewelry store and make a golden rat as big as a real rat as a gift.
Because it was a life-size golden rat, and it was solid, Lord He spent a lot of money and effort. Although some of it was reimbursed by public funds, he also paid out of his own pocket, and the production fee was not small.
So when giving the gift, he didn't cover it with a box, but tied a ribbon.
When singing the song - Lord He gave a solid golden rat!
Still very face-saving.
The handsome Sima Jiang politely smiled and held his hand and talked for a while.
Sure enough, money can make people smile.
Sima Jiang smiled and said, "We can settle down in the city, thanks to Lord He's hard work. You also gave me such a valuable gift. I am really grateful."
Lord He's slightly bent waist straightened up a lot.
"You're polite, it's my duty. I wish Young Master Jiang a long and healthy life." Lord He felt a little awkward after saying that.
This was the first time he wished someone's son a long life in front of an old father. I always felt that there was something wrong with this.
Then Jiang Sima said, "Xiao Xu will also have a birthday next month. Lord He must come. We are all family."
Lord He: ...
He took out a hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. The gifts for next month should also be reimbursed by public funds. These are all corruption expenses.
"I understand, I understand. Then I will give you a solid golden rat as big as your body. It will be a perfect match."
But Jiang Sima shook his head repeatedly.
"No, no, no, Xiao Xu is born in the Year of the Ox." (Note 1)
Lord He rolled his eyes and almost fainted...
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Meng Shaoxia, who was born in the Year of the Ox, suddenly felt his ears itchy.
I don't know who is talking about him behind his back.
Could it be that his parents miss him?
It's possible.
Speaking of which, I haven't been home for a long time. Should I go back to visit my relatives and let my parents and grandmother meet Xiao Yu'er.
They will definitely be very happy.
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Everyone pinched their noses and pretended to be very happy to send birthday gifts.
As a result, they saw Zi Wenxin and Qi Qichi actually came.
Suddenly, they became much more serious.
After all, everyone had a deep impression of Zi Lu leading the troops into the city.
Zi Wenxin also did something that made everyone's heads smoke. When
the thieves came into the city, a group of scholars scolded them.
He held a banquet and invited famous and non-famous scholars to debate together. Two teams were set up for the debate.
The topic of the debate: Should the current emperor's rule exist?
The winner will get luxury cars and horses and the anti-thief system. The loser will be chopped off directly.
But the problem is that the winning team's point of view is "The current emperor's rule should exist and is superior."
This is a bit sudden and unpredictable.
Zi Wenxin's point of view is that it doesn't matter what point of view you have, you have to win first and then talk about other things.
In short, Zi Wenxin is also one of the celebrities in the city.
Needless to say, Qiqichi is the number one lackey of the anti-thief Zi Lu.
He hits wherever he is pointed. He is obviously a top scholar and is more ferocious than a wild dog.
The dignitaries who came put away their arrogance and reluctance, and became much more well-behaved and smiled sweeter.
Just drink tea and eat something, treat it as attending a tea party, chatting, and connecting with each other. Thinking in this way, the gifts given are not a loss.
It's just that the food and drinks at this banquet look a bit light.
It doesn't look like a rich family, a dignitary, or an upper-class society, with a table full of dishes.
The dishes are arranged with one main point, if you don't starve me to death, I will admit defeat.
Each dish is very small and very delicate.
Even a bowl of food has three leaves floating on it. There are twelve people at the table, this is a bit too much, how to divide it?
Three leaves kill twelve people?
This bland soup, who are you looking down on?
Do you think their gifts are not heavy enough?
When I saw the servants wearing white clothes and white hats coming with knives, I was even more shocked.
They are not going to kill people, right? Not only did they give gifts, but they were also very heavy.
As a result, I saw the servants taking out the three leaves with a knife, cutting one leaf into three pieces, turning it into four leaves, and then serving each person a bowl of soup with a small leaf.
Under the smiling gaze of the knife-wielding man wearing white clothes and white hats.
Everyone picked up the soup and drank it.
"You bastard!"
"Zhongshou!"
"Bitch!"
A mouthful of soup went down their throats.
All the dirty words came out.
When it tasted really good, there was no time to compose poems, praise or find allusions. The most intuitive reaction was to fuck.
The delicious soup reminded them of their mother, their first love, their cousin, their aunt next door, the honest official who sold himself but not his art, and their childhood.
In short, it was unforgettable.
It was just a mouthful of soup.
Then they ate the vegetable leaf.
It was filled with the deliciousness of the soup and the sweetness of the vegetable leaf. The vegetable leaf was cooked just right, not rotten or hard, and it was crispy when chewed, but it was very friendly to the teeth.
Full consideration has been given to the fact that many people have bad teeth.
A piece of vegetable leaf, no, only one vegetable leaf.
It's just the first dish.
It makes people linger on the taste and their eyes turn red.
It's a bit exaggerated.
The calm Zi Wenxin looked at the crowd and felt that the officials and dignitaries in this city are getting better and better at acting.
These people, what's the big deal, just a bowl of soup. It
's simply a performance without props.
It's so touching.
I didn't see you so emotional when my godfather was here.
He took a sip of the soup slowly.
Then he drank the
soup in silence .
He ate the vegetables in silence. He ate the meat
in silence. He ate the wild onions that he didn't like before in silence.
He drank the soup in silence.
Silence is the best expression, and the food will be gone if you speak.
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Of course I have to check my phone while eating. Oh, no, I have to watch the song and dance performance.
At this time, the song and dance performance of Jiang Mansion started.
"Boom!"
Everyone was shocked!
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