"This, no, it's too much, too expensive, our Mi family can't afford it..."

Mi Zhao seemed to have anticipated the other party's reaction. He stretched out his hand to block it:

"Uncle, this is a greeting gift from my nephew. I can't write two characters in one stroke. Why is my uncle so indifferent?"

The old man couldn't resist, and couldn't help but look outside the house. When the fully loaded carriage was reflected in his eyes, his breath suddenly paused.

After all, money moves people’s hearts!

Even when adults are alive, they are often discriminated against and no one wants to associate with them.

After the master passed away, the Mi family became even more neglected and was likely to decline day by day.

If it weren't for the fact that he had the title of general bestowed upon him by His Majesty himself and could receive some salary to live on, I'm afraid this mansion would have been sold.

Now that I have been trapped for a long time, how can I not be distracted and unable to control myself when I first see a gift that even a wealthy family would envy?

However, the Mi family had thousands of children and a huge asset back then. The old man had personally experienced and even enjoyed it when he was young.

So he quickly recovered from the shock, exhaled a long breath with some emotion, and forced a smile to Mi Zhao:

"The ceremony is as heavy as a mountain. It makes me feel uneasy, ashamed, ashamed! My dear nephew, please come inside."

"Uncle please come first."

The gifts outside the door will be carried into the house by servants. The two of them walked inside together, and they could still hear some words.

"Did your wise nephew ever become an official in Han Dynasty?"

"Returning to my uncle, upon the recommendation of the Grand Sima, he is now appointed as the 'Transporter Cao of Wu State and the Customs Capital of Jingzhou'. In fact, he was sent to the State of Wu as envoy two months ago."

"It's just that I'm busy with business, and I have to travel between Jianye and Nanjun, so I don't have any free time. I have less business recently, so I have no time to come to visit. I hope my uncle won't be blamed for the late arrival."

From a distance, I saw the old man waving his hands:

"No wonder, no wonder, how could it be? He puts public affairs first before private affairs. It can be said that the good nephew has forgotten his family while he is in office!"

Then I heard him ask again:

"It's just that this 'Transporter Cao and Jingzhou Customs Capital', what kind of official position is it, why have I never heard of it?"

"Oh, it's not a high-level position. It's just to monitor all kinds of materials shipped by the Han Dynasty to the Kingdom of Wu, and to review whether each caravan has violated regulations..."

As for the Jingzhou Customs Capital, it is naturally responsible for reviewing the tax collection at various checkpoints in Jingzhou - after all, this is related to Wu's foreign debt mortgage.

But it’s hard to go into detail on this, so as not to irritate some people in Jiangdong.

But despite this, the old man's body was shaken violently, he stopped involuntarily, widened his eyes, and looked at Mi Zhao:

"What do you mean by the good nephew, the good nephew is in charge of the goods transported from the Han Dynasty to the Wu Dynasty?"

Mi Zhao coughed:

"It's just monitoring, checking and so on. Of course, when uncle says he is in charge, he is actually in charge of part of it."

When the old man heard this, his face suddenly twitched!

When he saw the mountain of property outside the door, he just lost his mind for a moment.

But when he heard about Mi Zhao's official position, he really wanted to...

Become someone’s mother!

He even had an idea involuntarily:

I remember that back then, my uncle (namely Mi Zhu) and your Excellency invested all their wealth to finance Liu Bei.

If you had not surrendered the Wu people when you were in Jingzhou, based on the status of the Mi family in the Han Dynasty, how could our family be much worse than my nephew's family now?

The cruel reality is that my uncle's lineage has received overwhelming rewards, but my own lineage... alas!

As soon as he thought of this, the old man's heart suddenly felt like a knife being twisted!

This rare wealth in the world was lost like this!

He just wanted to stomp his feet so hard that he wanted to beat his chest.

"uncle?"

Mi Zhao saw the old man's face changing, his eyes dull, and he stood there motionless as if in a daze, so he couldn't help but asked worriedly.

The old man who was brought back to reality replied in a panic:

"Oh, oh, nothing, nothing, I just thought of something."

"It's okay, uncle."

When he opened his legs again, the old man couldn't help but look back at the door, and then asked:

"Good nephew, I heard rumors in the early years that you were at odds with Na Feng and Feng Da Sima. Some even said that you were forced to run away from Nanzhong."

"Over the years, Feng Da Sima has become more and more powerful in the Han Dynasty. No one can compare with him, but there is no news about you. I also say..."

Mi Zhao smiled slightly:

"Uncle, this must be a rumor spread by people with bad intentions. According to the current ranking of the Xinghan Association, there are eleven people. I am lucky to be able to call Da Sima my brother."

Xinghan will be ranked eleventh?

Can you still call Feng Da Sima brother?

The old man's face twitched again.

No wonder!

No wonder he can be so generous.

If, if so, my family is now a big man, I wonder, well, my son can follow his nephew and call Feng Da Sima brother, right?

The old man's intestines were so painful that they turned blue.

The two of them drifted apart, and their words gradually became inaudible.

By the time Mi Zhao came out of Defu again, the sun was already turning to the west.

Moreover, all the main men in the house were sent out of the house in person.

One can imagine how warmly he received this visit.

After the two sides said goodbye, the coachman who had been waiting outside the house came up to him:

"Mr. Lang?"

"Well, let's go back."

Mi Zhao nodded slightly, nodded again to the Mi family who were still standing at the door of the mansion, and then boarded the carriage.

The wheels turned and started to drive towards the outside of Luxiang.

The whole journey was silent.

It wasn't until he returned to the library that the coachman, who had the same surname as Mi Zhao, couldn't help but ask Mi Zhao who was getting off the car:

"Langjun, that family has done such harm to our ancestors, why did Langjun still come to visit them and give them such heavy gifts?"

Mi Zhao looked at the aggrieved coachman and smiled slowly:

"It's precisely because their family caused such harm to my father that I gave them such heavy gifts!"

The driver didn't know why: "Ah? Why is this? What is the reason?"

Mi Zhao walked towards the building and said casually:

"Did you ever hear a saying?"

"What?"

"Every man is innocent, but he is guilty of carrying a jade."

As he spoke, he stopped and added:

"Perhaps you will understand better if you are a childish person holding on to money and showing off in the market."

After saying that, he continued walking inside.

I am from the same family as them, and I miss their old friendship and cannot bear to see their family in poverty, so I give them some financial aid.

As for whether they have the ability to keep those things, and what kind of experiences they will suffer because of those things, what does it have to do with me?

I'm not from Wu.

"ah!"

The coachman who handed over the carriage to the slave quickly followed him and said with a happy face:

"Lang Jun, I understand, you are..."

"Help them."

"Yes, yes, I'm just helping them."

After entering the courtyard, Mi Zhao continued:

"Actually, there is a more important meaning."
To be continued...