Wang Bo has never paid attention to these guards of the Jia family.

Duan Chuliang looked a little dull and could not attract his attention.

Human skin is a drum?

Human bones are hammers?

Wang Bo got goosebumps all over his body.

But he needs to be calm.

He tried hard to take a deep breath, which was the method Jia Ping'an taught.

When you are in anger, remember to take a deep breath.

It should be fear, too.

The guards were all watching him.

The eyes are not right.

Wang Bo knew that his reaction was too great.

But how to ease it?

He went to ask Jia Ping'an.

"Duanduan grain really uses human skin as drums and human bones as hammers?"

"right."

Wang Bo was stunned.

Such a person can be called a devil, and he can even join the Jia family?

Wang Bo went to find Duan to feed grain later.

Duan Chuliang sat on the steps, watching Qiuse in a daze.

"Why do you use human skin as a drum?"

"hatred."

“…”

Why hate?

This question is relatively private. Unless Duan gives out grain and tells it, Wang Bo is not easy to ask.

Duan Chuliang glanced at him, "What do you want to ask?"

"Why don't you marry your wife?"

"No one wants to marry me."

Wang Bo took a look and was frightened by his straight-eyed look.

I was scared, could those women go crazy?

"Killing is not a pleasure."

Wang Bo said seriously.

Duan Chuliang said lightly: "What will you do when your father is dragged to death by the enemy and left with only a piece of his backbone?"

Wang Bo's face turned red suddenly.

He stood up and bowed, "I was rash."

He said seriously: "You are a hero."

The hero is the one who can avenge his relatives!

Duan Chuliang shook his head, "All the heroes are dead."

Why?

Wang Bo went to ask Jia Ping'an.

"The real hero... either dies when rushing to the battlefield or dies from open and hidden arrows behind him."

What I mentioned before is a military man, but what I mentioned later should be a civil servant.

"Sir, is the way to be an official... very hard?"

"It depends on why you become an official."

"Purpose?"

"Yes." Jia Ping'an felt that this disciple was a headache. "If you can't find the purpose of being an official, you are a walking corpse."

"Why is Aye?"

You Aye...

Wang Fuchou became an official to earn money to support his family.

Jia Ping'an suddenly wanted to laugh.

"Is it for the country and the people?"

Wang Bo fell into deep thought.

"It's probably true."

Jia Ping'an couldn't bear to hit him.

Wang Bo was a persistent person, "Sir, I, Aye, often bring books to the yamen. Are you trying to find the answers to the director in the book?"

I really want to say yes, but obviously not... Wang Fuchou went to work to catch fish.

"I don't know much about the following, please ask Huaiying."

Wang Bo really went to find Di Renjie.

"Take a book to the yamen?"

Di Renjie obviously felt something was wrong.

"yes."

But Wang Bo felt that his father wanted to use family-born Confucianism to verify the governing party.

Di Renjie pondered...

Wang Bo felt uncomfortable with this style, "Just say it."

Di Renjie said: "That year I met a minor official."

You said it!

Wang Bo looked eager.

"The little official went to the toilet for half an hour."

"So too, I Aye."

Wang Bo felt that something seemed wrong.

"Later, I went to the toilet and saw him reading a book..."

Shi Zhenxiang? Wang Bo: "..."

...

"Duke Jia County!"

It was like a ride flying.

"Your Majesty summoned."

As soon as Jia Ping'an was about to arrive at the gate, he saw several soldiers talking loudly.

"What a silver ore! What a big piece, the soldiers rushed into the imperial city with their backs."

Seal tax is very common in later generations, but it is a fantasy for this moment.

Officials are hunched.

Jia Ping'an asked again, "Do you understand?"

Officials are hunched.

Jia Ping'an suddenly became angry, "When you are picking up the tricks, you are rushing to speak nonsense, and you wish you could shut up. You are great, but what you said is right. But what did you say? If you are wrong, you will watch it blankly. Do you think you are an emperor, but if you say it wrong, you will be fine?"

Li Zhi felt relieved, but he still looked at Wu Mei.

When did I say it wrong?... It's time for your brother to clean up.

Wu Mei nodded slightly to indicate that she received it.

Turn around and kick.

The official's expression remained unchanged.
To be continued...