[Red Mansion] Sir, I'm a rough man

Lin Ruhai's trip this time was extremely beautiful, and wherever he passed, he was treated like a pick-up driver, but the scenery was accompanied by risks.

The so-called one emperor and one courtier is the same in the court, and it is also the same in a yamen or a family.

Now that the salt administration is concerned, no matter whether it is producing, transporting or selling salt, theoretically Lin Ruhai alone has the final say. Whether it is the steward of the salt field or the salt merchant, as long as he wants to, he can change whoever he wants.

Just, how could things be so simple?

Today's big potential, the salt tax, accounts for [-]% of the national tax revenue, but such a large proportion, compared with the previous dynasties, is only at the middle and lower levels.

And the salt tax, which accounts for [-]% of the national tax revenue, only accounts for less than [-]% of the profit of the entire salt industry... It is conceivable that the benefits of the entire industrial chain are abundant.

Who is willing to give up such a golden mountain and silver sea?

They can tolerate it if they just ask someone else to make a confession, or even add some more shares, but if they want to completely kick them out, that is their life and death enemy!

Therefore, who to change and not to change, and to what extent, is a science, and it is a transaction.

Jia Wan even had reason to suspect that the reason why Wang Ziteng lost his job as a Jiedushi was because he was a victim in this transaction.

……

More than a month later, in the room of a post station in Shandong, the water was steaming, but there were only barrels behind the screen, but no people.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" three times, and then three more times.

After a while, Jia Wan came out of the tub and wiped the water that covered his eyes and nose with his hand: "Go away!"

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" Three more beeps, neither too fast nor too slow.

Jia Wan picked up the water ladle and smashed it on the door.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk!" Three more times, without changing the rhythm.

Jia Wan sat down in the bucket and was silent.

Under such circumstances, who else would persevere in knocking on the door outside?

"Open the door for fun," Lin Ruhai's gentle and elegant voice said, "You've been washing for so long, the water should be cold, I'll go in and add some hot water for you, and then I'll come out."

"No."

"The capital sent a letter, do you want to read it?"

"No."

Lin Ruhai said: "If you don't open the door again, I will bump into it."

He waited for a while, saw no movement inside, and said again: "I really bumped into it."

The door opened with a "squeak", and a small, even thin, child stood barefoot in the doorway, wearing thin obscene clothes.

A very beautiful child, more beautiful than all the children he has seen, including Daiyu, and more and more beautiful.

It was probably because he had just come out of the water, and his skin became more and more translucent. In those two-way clear eyes, whether it was brewing water vapor or anger, it was a little misty, and under the cover of the long eyelashes, it showed a bit of mystery color.

The boy raised his head, pursed his lips, and looked at him with a dull expression.

The long hair just picked up from the water was draped over the back, and the clothes were already soaked, and a small puddle was poured on the ground, and those white little feet stepped on the puddle just like that.

"you……"

Just after Jia Wan said a word, his whole body was wrapped in a warm cloak, enveloped in the warm sandalwood fragrance, and then he was hugged.

Jia Wan stiffened for a moment and began to struggle.

"Don't move," Lin Ruhai said, "You know the master is weak, if you move around again, the two of us will fall together... Ah, the wound seems to be open!"

Although he is a scholar, he is not weak at all, he hugged him tightly, making it clear that even if the two fell together, even if the wound was opened, he would never let go.

Jia Wan was angry and annoyed, he never knew that his humble master could be such a rascal at times.

I had no choice but to calm down and lie on his shoulder honestly, feeling a little unspeakably sad in my heart.

In his previous life, he had long forgotten what happened when he was a child. In this life, he remembered things from birth, from childhood to adulthood, and the only ones who have hugged him like this are the nuns.

The master of Jia's mansion, his relatives and relatives, no matter who saw him and Xichun, they would say "I'm sorry", wiped a few tears with a handkerchief, but never hugged them.

Baoyu is 13 years old, and he is still acting like a baby in the arms of Jiamu and Mrs. Wang. He stands aside and watches, sometimes curling his lips secretly to show disdain. When there is no one around, he laughs at himself: Are you disdainful? , or envy?Yunluo, Yunluo, have you forgotten that you are not a real child?It's true that the more you live, the more you go back. Isn't it ashamed?

In the end, he will explain himself: Modern medicine shows that people's psychology and physiology are closely related. Even something as mysterious and sacred as love comes from the secretion of dopamine and adrenaline. What's so strange about the physiological age getting younger?

Jia Wan's mind was very dazed at the moment, and many thoughts flashed through in a mess. When he came back to his senses, Lin Ruhai had already taken him to his room, tidied it up, and stuffed it into the quilt.

Lin Ruhai closed the curtain and said, "Have a good sleep, I will sit outside and read a book for a while, so I won't disturb you."

Jia Wan didn't say a word, but shrank into the quilt.

Naturally, the blue cloth curtains in the post station cannot be compared with those at home. When they are drawn up, they are like a box that shuts people inside.

Jia Wan turned his head and could only vaguely see a slender figure sitting not far from him, with his back to him, reading a book.

Lin Ruhai sat upright and elegant, and looked pleasing to the eye, but Jia Wan wondered if his book had been knocked down, and even if it hadn't been knocked down, he must have missed a single word - a page of a book, just a hundred words, he sat So far, I haven't turned a single page...

As a martial arts practitioner, Jia Wan is very unqualified today. He has a lot of distracting thoughts in his mind.

You are worthless.

He detested himself for a while, lying on the bed, shutting himself in a box surrounded by curtains, his mood gradually calmed down.

He killed people today, and more than one.

The bright red or dark red, warm, viscous liquid with a fishy smell was sprayed on his body and face, covering his mouth, nose and eyes, making every breath of his breath full of fresh, warm blood. No matter what he looks at, it is full of blood.

He stabbed the gleaming spear tip into a body with the same structure as his own, pierced his skin, cut off his blood vessels, and cut his throat... When the other party fell down clutching his neck, he seemed to be Feel the pain of suffocation.

He has seen killing people, and even assisted others in killing people, but killing people with his own hands is different.

His face will turn pale, his heart will beat faster, his hands and feet will become weak, he will soak himself in water and rub off a layer of skin, and he will recall the expression of the other party before he died over and over again... Does this have anything to do with him? It has nothing to do with martial arts, and it has nothing to do with whether the person he killed should die or not.

You're worthless, do you think you're really a nine-year-old?

He cursed again, and then said: "Master."

"Here," Lin Ruhai turned back, and saw that the curtain was opened a crack, and Jia Wan poked out a head from inside. Although his face was still pale, his expression was much clearer than before, so he smiled slightly and said, "What?"

"I'm thirsty." And no shoes.

Lin Ruhai got up and poured a cup of hot tea, handed it to Jia Wan, and raised the tent casually. Seeing that Jia Wan showed no resistance, he hung up the tent again.

"Master, don't worry," Jia Wan shouted that he was thirsty, but he only took a sip and put it aside, looked at Lin Ruhai, and said seriously: "I'm just a little uncomfortable, and I will be fine soon, soon."

No matter how uncomfortable he was, he didn't regret the murder, he only hated himself for being weak in front of the battle.

If he had acted more decisively, he might have killed a few fewer people. If he hadn't lost his mind after the first murder, Lin Ruhai wouldn't have been injured trying to protect him.

Lin Ruhai sat on the edge of the bed without speaking.

Jia Wan said: "This world is not a peaceful and prosperous age. Since I have learned martial arts, I can't just play in my own yard for the rest of my life, making girls laugh... So this day, sooner or later, I will experience it.

"It's like a scholar going to the examination room and a woman giving birth to a child. What should come will always come. If you pass it, it will be nothing."

Then one day, even standing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, he would not change his face.

"Playing," Lin Ruhai sighed as he listened to what he said to himself, and gently stroked the top of his hair: "Do you still remember how old you are?"

"Huh?" Jia Wan thought for a while, "Nine years old? Ten years old?"

"When I was nine years old, I was spanked by my father with a board because I played truant from school and went to touch snails in the creek!" Lin Ruhai whispered: "I knew you were so good at martial arts, I shouldn't have brought you out. "

He would rather be shivering in his arms when he meets a strongman than to have such a child standing in front of him with a weapon, crying and killing people, and the blood flowed like a river.

"Playing, if there is a next time, you stay in the car and don't go out. The master has a lot of people, and he has already prepared against those people, and nothing will happen... You are still young, killing the enemy is not your job thing."

Jia Wan shook his head and said, "Master, you know I can't do it."

He is not the hero and heroine in TV dramas, he always has to wait for the other party to clear up the "little monsters" before he comes out to kill all directions and turn the tide.

Those were people, not props, they were the real people who led the horse for him, harnessed the cart for him, served him food, and talked to him.