Chapter 984 (1/2)
When Zhu Baqiu and his group of people distributed the wedding money at the door, an official on horseback came again.
”Is this the residence of Mr. Zhu Yuanyuan?” After getting off the horse, he led the horse all the way through the crowd to the gate of Zhufu. Then he asked the maid who was stringing copper coins with red string.
”How do you do, officer? Zhu Yuanyuan is the son of my family. Do you have anything important to do?”
After Zhu Baqiu heard the official's words, he handed the plate in his hand to the servant on one side, and then came forward to reply.
”Hello, I'm a yamen official. The magistrate sent me to send an invitation to Mr. Zhu. Please attend tomorrow's poetry meeting!”
The official took out a big red invitation card from his arms, handed it to Zhu Baqiu, and then said with great weight.
”Yes, officer, I will give it to my childe. Thank you for coming to send the invitation. It's a small favor. Please accept it. Today is the day when my young master was admitted to the junior college and got the desk. This is just some lucky money.”
After taking over the invitation, Zhu Baqiu took out a money bag from his arms and put it into the official's hand. There were 100 Liang silver notes in it, which were all prepared in advance. A dozen of these money bags were prepared together, which were used to send the servants sent by the town forces to congratulate them on the next night.
After all, as the saying goes, Yama is easy to see, and it's hard to pester little ghosts.
If they don't give any good to them, they will talk nonsense when they go back. There will be more enemies for no reason at that time, and they don't know how to provoke them. If these forces make obstacles secretly, it's not very good. Although Zhu Yuanyuan is not afraid, Zhu Baqiu, as subordinates, wants to think about everything for their master Although they are poor people who sell themselves to the tooth shop, it doesn't mean they are stupid.
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”childe, this is an invitation sent by the county magistrate, saying that you must go to the poetry meeting tomorrow. There is a time and address in the invitation.”
After Zhu Baqiu sent off the officials from the yamen, he went into the mansion, handed the invitation to Zhu Yuanyuan, and repeated the official's words.
”Well, I see. You go.”
Zhu Yuanyuan took over the invitation and sent Zhu Baqiu, then opened the invitation and looked up.
”Mr. Zhu Yuanyuan sent a letter to you. Today, the young master has won the test paper of the children's students. It is also the Spring Festival. Therefore, we hold a poetry festival to celebrate the Spring Festival and wish you all a bright future! I hope Mr. Zhu can drive to the Ming guilou for the poetry meeting tomorrow night
”Wang Xueming, county magistrate of MINGYE Town, respects you!”
After reading the invitation card, Zhu Yuanyuan found that there was no more confusion, and it is estimated that the invitation was written by the county magistrate Wang Xueming himself.