Sun Yong lives in Beihai County residence.

After he was dismissed, he was recovered from 500 yuan in stolen money. He had no money left and could not afford to rent a house. He could only live in the county residence with shamelessness. Because he was a crazy prince in Yongqiu Mansion, he was dismissed after committing perjury. Therefore, many people looked down on him and were often ridiculed by cold words.

Sun Yong was better. He meditated in the house every day to practice Qi, and all the affairs were handed over to Sun Hao. Sun Hao became an angry bag and lived a very frustrated life every day. If he hadn't felt that he still had hope of turning around, he would have left Luoyang long ago.

When Cao Miao entered the residence, Sun Hao was angry because he had missed dinner.

Some people who live in the county residence cook their own meals and cannot afford to hire servants. They don’t know how to cook them, so they can eat with their subordinates in the county residence for convenience and cheapness, but the time is not very free, so they can’t eat when they want, and they have to decide according to the time of the subordinates.

Today, when Sun Hao went to eat as usual, he found that the officials had finished eating, with only a little leftovers left, not even cold roast. When Sun Hao asked, he knew that those people were intentional, but he did not dare to have an attack, so he could only sulk.

Sun Yong was also very disappointed and was not even energetic in meditation. Under a lonely lamp, the father and son sat opposite each other, dejected.

"How many meanings?" Cao Miao pushed open the door and looked around. The room was not big, with a heavy humidity on the west side. There was a bed inside and a half-sized place for guests. There were two half-old mats, and a wooden table placed against the wall. There were rolls of bamboo slips and pens on it.

"Big Prince?" Sun Yong, Sun Hao was surprised and happy, and hurriedly stood up to greet him. "How did you find this place?"

"I am naturally going to see you because of my troubles." Cao Miao smacked his lips. "I heard that there was a Sun Binshuo in Beihai who had rescued Zhao Qi and was famous all over the world. Now it seems that Beihai is not all Sun Binshuo, and there are many snobs."

Sun Yong was embarrassed and lowered his head in shame. Sun Hao couldn't help but say, "Don't the prince know that oranges grow in the south of Huai, and tangerines grow in the north of Huai? Although there are many heroic people in the North Sea, when they come to Luoyang, they will inevitably become snobbish."

Cao Miao smiled and said, "Are you saying that there are only many snobs under the feet of the emperor?"

Sun Yong's face changed, he quickly stopped Sun Hao and apologized to Cao Miao. "The child is ignorant, has rough academic studies, and does not learn the saint's scriptures. He only likes miscellaneous books for various philosophers, and asks the prince to forgive his crimes."

"It's okay, actually I agree with the son's opinion. The one in Luoyang City is the most lacking in snobs. There are not many loyal and kind people like Xian and his son. In the past few days, Xian and his son have suffered. I have asked someone to clean up a small courtyard in the mansion and invite Xian and his son to visit for a few days. Please don't dislike him."

"I dare not, I dare not." Sun Yong and Sun Hao were overjoyed, and the hard days were finally over.

Sun Yong accompanied Cao Miao to speak. Sun Hao packed his luggage. Perhaps he was too excited. A bamboo slip fell out of his arms and rolled to Cao Miao's feet. Cao Miao picked it up and glanced casually. He found that it was annotation of "The Analects of Confucius", which was exactly the volume of "Zihan", "Zihan talks about profit, fate and benevolence". A comment was written below, and the writing and ink were fresh.

"You wrote it?"

"When you have nothing to do, just write a brief commentary and teach the children."

"Aren't there many people who comment on the Analects of Confucius, why do you still have to spend some time?"

Sun Yong stroked his beard and said with a little conceited attitude: "There are indeed many people who have made annotations for the Analects of Confucius, including Ma Jichang (Ma Rong) and Zheng Kangcheng (Zheng Xuan). However, Yong thought he was uneasy, so he did not take care of his mistakes and wanted to correct him."

Cao Miao was a little surprised. Even if he was not familiar with the academic history of the Han and Wei dynasties, he knew Ma Rong and Zheng Xuan's name, and knew their status in academic history. Unexpectedly, when Sun Yong was so confident, even Ma Rong and Zheng Xuan did not take it seriously.

This person is indeed not suitable for being an official, and is more suitable for studying.

Cao Miao didn't say much, and returned the bamboo slips to Sun Hao. After he finished packing, he went out together. When he passed by the front yard, he found that the officials in the county residence lined up in two rows and stood at the door nervously. Seeing Sun Yong and Cao Miao walking out side by side, Di Cheng, who was about fifty years old, stepped forward and bowed and gave a deep bow.

"Mr. Sun, I have been neglected these days, so I would like to ask Sun Junhai to apologize. To express my apology, we have prepared some wine to see him off. May Sun Jun and his son climb the dragon scales, attach themselves to the phoenix wings, have a smooth career, and become an immortal and achieve enlightenment."

Sun Yong returned the ceremony lightly. "Thank you all. I don't need to drink. I will practice with the eldest prince. I can't eat too greasy. It's better to be hungry occasionally."

Di Cheng blushed, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He turned to Sun Hao, and Sun Hao was even more desirable to him. He snorted and turned his head to look elsewhere. He didn't forget that just half an hour ago, these people had another face.

Cao Miao looked around and laughed. "You are not hungry, but I am hungry. How about it, are there mine?"

Di Cheng was overjoyed and said quickly: "If the prince doesn't dislike it, we will naturally be unable to ask for it. There is enough food in the mansion, even if the prince's entourage is more, it can still be afforded."

"Then let's disturb you?" Cao Miao looked at Sun Yong and squeezed his eyes.

Although Sun Yong was unwilling to forgive these snobs, he could not refute Cao Miao's face, so he could only agree and followed Di Cheng and others into the main hall. Di Cheng asked Cao Miao to take his seat, and then ordered someone to serve wine and food. Although he didn't believe that Cao Miao would give face before, he made preparations. At this moment, the food and food were served very quickly, and in a while, he could stop taking action.

Cao Miao praised: "What do you call me? I see that the Beihai mansion is in order, so you must be a capable official."

Di Cheng couldn't help but laugh, his eyes turned slightly, and he left the seat and bowed. "The eldest prince is too much, and I am ashamed. If the prince doesn't dislike me, let me introduce you to the prince in the palace."

Cao Miao nodded. "I can't ask for it."

Di Cheng was even more enthusiastic. He first introduced himself and introduced the others in Di. He also had a surname, Sun and his name was Cun, but he was not the same clan as Sun Yong. He started as a minor official, and now he has been over fifty years old this year, and has barely joined Di Cheng.

Di Cheng is an old official name, and his official title is Keguanlang, which belongs to the Keguan Order under the Great Honglu. Depending on the size of the county residence under his jurisdiction, it ranges from 200 stones to 400 stones. Sun Cun's salary is 300 stones, which is less than the upper and more than the lower.

Cao Miao did not have the chance that the prince should have. He talked and laughed with Sun Cun and others. When he was happy, he laughed. Sun Cun and others began to be a little afraid, but out of helplessness, they forced themselves to socialize. Later, they saw that although Cao Miao was not well-mannered and frivolous, he was cheerful, so they felt relieved. Those who were brave even toasted Cao Miao, talking and laughing.

Halfway through drinking, everyone was relaxed. Cao Miao asked Sun Cun a question quietly, "Are you under pressure to treat Sun Yong and his son like this?"

Sun Cun was already half drunk and sighed after hearing this: "The prince is smart. Although I am different from Sun Jun, I am a village party after all. If I were not helpless, why should I do this? I would be embarrassed to meet people when I returned to the countryside."

"Who puts pressure on you?"

"Customer Order?"
Chapter completed!