"Brother Shan, if we get the identity of a high-ranking official, how dare that stinky constable dare not open the door?" After Lu Haoshan asked the city gate to open but failed, the two had to return along the official road, preparing to find an inn to deal with it for one night and enter Yangzhou City tomorrow. On the way back, Liu Jinzhu was still worried about the fact that the constable would not give face to the juren.

I have to say that this kid enters the role very quickly. In his mind, he has regarded Lu Haoshan as a juren. He has changed his timid appearance in Huatian Village on weekdays, and his words and affairs have become a bit of a bad slave.

Lu Haoshan couldn't help but smile. The different locations of a person's world also look different. In Liu Jinzhu's eyes, a juren, not to mention Huatian Village, even in Qiyang County, is a well-known person, and an existence that cannot be aroused. However, in a prosperous city like Yangzhou, princes and nobles and famous families gathered everywhere. Not to mention a small juren, even the prefect of Yongzhou Prefecture has to be a human being with his tail between his tail.

"Forget it, they are just small characters and can't speak at all. Haven't you heard him say that unless an emergency military order, no one will open the city gate when they come. What are you concerned about with them?" After Lu Haoshan finished speaking, he quickly smiled and said, "But it's good to get an official to do it. At least, we don't have to live in such a small shop, we can live in an inn set up by the government."

Throughout the dynasties, those in power have attached great importance to the construction of post stations. Because of the connection between the capital and the local government, the emperor's decrees must be sent to all parts of the country through post stations. The quality of post stations really affects the court's control over the local area. In addition, foreign envoys, local inspection officials and others can also go to the post station to rest. However, one thing is that only civil servants have the right to live, and the post station cannot be occupied. Lu Haoshan and Liu Jinzhu can only live in a small hotel opened by merchants next to the post station.

Liu Jinzhu's eyes lit up and he immediately said excitedly: "Brother Shan, you are so powerful, why not be an official? Anyway, your skills are so powerful, no one can see it."

Liu Jinzhu is now impressed by Lu Haoshan. In his eyes, Lu Haoshan is simply omnipotent. He first killed his enemies quietly, and then used a false and real way to guide him. When he walked from Huatian Village, he also made a lot of money on Li Xiangcai. The two of them traveled all the way, enjoying the food and drinking, which can be said to be very moist. For Liu Jinzhu, he died now and it will be worth it for the rest of his life.

Lu Haoshan shook his head and said, "Some things are more difficult to say. They are like a straw bun. If you don't seek knowledge and do further study, you can't change the essence of a nouveau riche even if you wear gold and silver. An old farmer who only knows how to farm will never have the momentum of a superior. In fact, there are three different levels of fakes, Jinzhu, do you know which three levels?"

"I don't know." Liu Jinzhu shook his head honestly, and then said curiously: "Brother Shan, what are the three levels? Tell me about it."

"The shape is similar, the spirit is similar, the heart is similar. The shape is like a handicraft. It looks similar. You can only coax those who are unsightly. At this time, you need to help with the words and tongues; the spirit is similar. The handicraft has reached the level of perfection, and even those with insight and appreciation cannot easily distinguish it. At this time, only a few words or expressions are needed to make people believe it."

After pausing, Lu Haoshan continued, "As for the third level, it is beyond the scope of handcrafts, and uses psychological and environmental packaging to influence a person's perception. Forget it, this is too profound. Let me give you a brief example. For example, the county master of Qiyang County led a person to tell you that this person is his boss and magistrate. Do you believe it? Believe it, because the person who introduced you is a magistrate, you will not say fake, and you don't know magistrate at all, or a calligraphy master praises a person's good calligraphy. Although you think he writes it in moderation, you subconsciously still think he is right. A person dresses in a bright horse and calls a slave and drinks a maid. The first feeling is that he is not simple. When a person is fake to this level, he can only be described as being unable to guard against it."

Liu Jinzhu then suddenly realized and said, "Oh, I understand. Brother Shan has never pretended to be an official. So that's the case. We don't have official seals and uniforms, nor do we use guards, so we don't even look like it when we pretend, which makes people suspicious, right?"

"It's good to understand," Lu Haoshan said confidently: "As long as there is a physical reference, it takes some time, it's not difficult to make. You kid can't even get on the table, and you will reveal your fill as soon as you open your mouth."

"Brother Shan, you are so amazing. You can even make official seals." Liu Jinzhu said with a look of admiration.

"Okay, hurry up." Lu Haoshan was speechless to Liu Jinzhu, who looked ill-faced, and was too lazy to explain so much.

The power and status in the world are based on power. Whoever controls the gun has the power to make rules. As long as the carefully wrapped sacred cloak is removed, the official uniform is a slightly complicated cloak. In Lu Haoshan's eyes, the official seal is just a craft. To be careful, the craftsmanship is complicated, and there are many secret artworks, such as weight, size, size, image, etc., all have extremely strict requirements. Only the most outstanding craftsmen can cast these. In feudal society, this type of craftsmen was monopolized by the imperial court and was covered with a sacred cloak, so no one dared to fake it.

However, when Lu Haoshan arrived at this era, everything was hard to say.

The two of them were talking while riding horses. Not long after, they arrived at an inn called Changfeng. After knocking on the door to tell us what they wanted, the waiter said with embarrassment: "Two guests, I'm really sorry, this store is now full."

This is a little dilapidated shop. The door paint fell, and the color of the word "Changfeng" on the plaque was lighter. Two lanterns hung at the door swaying back and forth in the night wind. The genius had just blacked out and the door was closed, and it seemed a bit lonely in the wilderness. The waiter's smile was hypocritical and was half alert. He just opened the small door and poked his head out, for fear that the two of them would rush in and plot against each other.

It seems that Luo Huayi, which was opened by the government office more than ten feet away, could not give him a sense of security enough.

"Isn't there a single room? My young master is a juren, no matter what, you have to make one room." Liu Jinzhu was teasing his skin again.

This sentence is probably effective in Qiyang County, but when he arrived in Yangzhou, the effect was greatly reduced. The waiter of the shop did not turn his eyelids and said without changing his face: "It turns out that he is a famous juren. The villain is disrespectful, but all the rooms in this store are full. Even the little room that the villain sleeps on weekdays can be cleaned up for guests. There is really no room left. Please forgive me."

Lu Haoshan said in surprise: "What's new in Yangzhou? Why are there so many people?"

When talking about the latest news, the waiter in the shop had a little more spirit and said happily: "Young Master is a foreigner. In three days, the ** business in Yangzhou will have a thin horse auction. At that time, the ten most outstanding Yangzhou thin horses will be selected from each building and court for public auction. Those who want to buy thin horses in various places will watch the fun. In addition, it is not peaceful now, so they all choose to live in inns. At least there is an inn here. To be honest, our store is opened by Luo Huayi's postmaster, so safety is not a problem."

Since the Ming Dynasty, a large number of young women who have undergone special training and are preparing to marry wealthy businessmen as concubines. These women regard thinness as beauty, and are all slim and thin, so they are called "Yangzhou Slim Horse". At that time, Yangzhou salt merchants monopolized the national salt transportation industry, and were rich in wealth and rich in the world. Therefore, Yangzhou's "raising thin horses" trend is the most prosperous.

There is really a kind of pathological condition in the Ming Dynasty. The front line and the Later Jin Dynasty were indecisive. It has not rained all year round in Shaanxi, and countless hungry people have been hungry. People in many places eat grass roots, eat soil after eating tree bark, and stone even eat each other. The army has dragged wages into a trend. However, in economically developed areas like Suzhou and Hangzhou, they are filled with wine, dancing, singing, and having sex, and living luxury. It would be strange if the Ming Dynasty did not collapse.

"Brother, I hope you can think of a solution. Just have a place to live. The room fee will be paid as you like. You know, it's messy outside." Lu Haoshan said while stuffing a silver bean into the waiter's hand.

Money can make the devil push the mill. When the waiter got the silver beans, a smile appeared on his face. He opened the door of the store and said, "Two guests, please contact others, which means being convenient for yourself. Although the room is gone, there is a woodshed room. If you clean up a little, you can still make do with a few benches and spend a night."

It is better to have tiles covering the head than to be outside, at least to be safe, and Lu Haoshan had no choice. He told the waiter to take care of the horses and eat something, and then followed the waiter to the woodshed with Liu Jinzhu.

"Hey, why is there a screen?" It's not surprising to sleep in the woodshed room. What's strange is that there is a dilapidated screen in the woodshed room, which makes Lu Haoshan feel a little strange.

The waiter of the shop quickly explained, "Young Master, this is the case. There is a poor scholar who was sick when he lived in this store and owed the money for nearly a month. Our shopkeeper was kind-hearted and asked him to move to the woodshed and give him some food every day. It's strange that after he sent the letter, no relatives brought money to redeem him for so long. Forget it, not to mention this, the villain was afraid of affecting the young master, so he specially set up a screen so that he would not be upset if he didn't see him."

Liu Jinzhu's face was elongated and he said with an unhappy look: "Okay, you waiter, my young master is a juren, and he pays enough for the meals and room fees. It's okay if you let him sleep in the woodshed, but you also want my young master to live in the same room with a sick man or a woodshed. What do you mean?"

"No, no, you misunderstood. This disease is angina pectoris and will not be passed on to people, otherwise we would have driven him out long ago. If the young master doesn't like it, the little man will carry him out."

"Forget it," Lu Haoshan waved his hand and said, "All of them are people who read the books of sages, why bother to take advantage of the situation? That's it."

The waiter of the shop hurriedly said, "Yes, yes, yes, or the young master has a Bodhisattva heart and nothing is wrong. Then the young man will leave first."

After the waiter left, Liu Jinzhu changed his clothes and sat on the simple bed. He smelled the unique smell of firewood rot in the wood, and said indignantly: "Just this broken woodwood, I dare to charge us 200 cents a night. This store is really dark."

"Forget it, there are so many unfair things in the world. It's not a strange thing for us to encounter one or two times. Let's go to bed and watch the fun tomorrow."

"Yes, Brother Shan, no, young master."

Not long after the two of them lay down, a faint voice suddenly sounded in the woodshed: "Brother, brother, father, father,..."

A cool breeze blew, and it was dark again in the night, as if a ghost was screaming. Liu Jinzhu was so scared that he hugged in the quilt, and said with a blue face: "Brother Shan, is this place unclean?"

Lu Haoshan was also startled at first, but he quickly calmed down and patted Liu Jinzhu on the head, saying angrily: "What are you afraid of if you don't have courage? Get up quickly. It should be the scholar sleeping next to you to make a fire note."

When the two of them were holding a candle to the other side of the screen, they were startled. Under the faint firelight, a man in Confucian uniform was lying on a bed made of grass. His eyes were big and dull, his face was as pale as paper, and his breath was as weak as silk. Maybe some days there was a stinking smell on his body. Lu Haoshan couldn't help but cover his nose when he saw it. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the pale poor scholar suddenly struggled and said:
Chapter completed!