Chapter 227: Holy Lord, you must work hard to make progress!

Author: Mr Mumumu

Chapter 227: Holy Lord, you must work hard to make progress!

Many Shandong gentry sighed and cried, thinking that they would be carried to the Western Regions by Emperor Qianlong and could never come back again, raising their heads and wiped away their tears. Some stretched their necks and looked back, trying to see who was so heroic.

After all, Confucian scholars in the Qing Dynasty were basically a bit of a dog.

Nothing can be seen in the generosity of literati.

Only those who are timid and those who are timid and those who are timid and those who are timid on the outside.

The lines in this guy appeared in the play, and they actually happened in the Qing Dynasty.

It's really unusual.

Does he think he is Cao Cao?

Everyone stared at it.

Wow!

Good guy!

It's really Cao Cao.

I saw this guy seven feet long, thin eyes and long beard, blushing and round face, and his every move seemed to be a treacherous look.

"Wang Dingjia, what are you talking nonsense!"

Someone whispered.

Of course, Cao Cao could not be resurrected.

But it doesn't prevent someone from calling Cao Cao.

Wang Dingjia was called Living Cao Cao - this nickname caused great trouble to Wang Dingjia, who was a high school Jinshi in the 40th year of Qianlong's reign.

After the Jinshi in high school, there were rumors that Wang Dingjia, the Jinan Prefecture of Shandong Province, was smart and alert, and had the ability to randomly weigh and respond, which was quite similar to Cao Cao.

So he inexplicably got the nickname of "Living Cao Cao".

As a result, I was a Jinshi in high school, but I had no official position to be a - who dared to be an official for Cao Cao?

And this was the Qing Dynasty.

If it reached Qianlong's ears.

Maybe I would just send it to the Caishikou and cut it into pieces with three thousand knives.

It seems that he was impatient to be Cao Cao in this glorious Qing Dynasty.

Luckily.

Wang Dingjia is not that famous, so he just went home to eat old rice.

This food lasted for nineteen years. At that time, I only passed the 23rd Jinshi, but now I have achieved nothing for 42 years and have wasted my time.

Wang Dingjia, who was originally honest but looked like Cao Cao in the play, wished he was really Cao Cao.

Last year, the Qing court ordered the gentry and training in the village gentry. Wang Dingjia, who was also a great clan in Jinan Prefecture, also recruited hundreds of people and joined the war against the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom.

However, Cao Cao's skills in fighting in this life are not very good, and his subordinates are not able to fight, and only a dozen of them are left behind.

Later, they were wrapped up together and came to the capital.

Cao Cao's sarcasm now made those who recognized him scold him.

"Living Cao Cao, we are either a minister or a county magistrate. The guests are full of guests. You are a man who has never been an official. What qualifications are you here to teach us a lesson?"

"That's right, don't look at what you are."

"Who asked you to come!"

Everyone started to scold.

Kong Qingrong frowned, called an old servant beside him, and whispered a few words in a low voice, as if to ask who put Cao Cao in this life to participate in the Shandong high-end official association in Beijing.

Then Kong Shenggong shouted: "Wang Dingjia, come here to have a banquet, why do you want to make such crazy and perverse words?"

"I'm crazy?" Wang Dingjia poured a glass of wine on his own and drank it all in one go.

Recently, he was so hungry that he was a little star-stirring. This capital is just a cage, and he is only allowed to enter and not leave.

"Yes, am I living Cao Cao? Of course I have to be crazy!" Wang Dingjia stood up, "Everyone, let's say it clearly. No one wants to go to the Western Regions, and he doesn't want to accompany the Tartar Emperor to chew yellow sand, right?"

As soon as this statement comes out.

Everyone present looked shocked.

“Bold!”

"Madman!"

"Are you going to rebel?"

"It's crazy!"

Everyone pointed at the bold and arrogant Cao Cao in front of them, and they felt cold behind their backs and sweated coldly on their foreheads.

Emperor of Tartar?

Listen to what this is called?

Is this something that can be said here?

It's so bold.

"Don't be rude! Come out for me!"

Suddenly, two healthy servants stepped forward, one inserted into Wang Dingjia on the left and the other on the right and walked out the door.

He inserted him outside the mansion.

Throw it out and close the door.

I saw the door clattering.

Wang Dingjia snorted coldly, patted the dust on his body, and was about to leave.

Then he heard the small door of the woodshed not far away open. An old man poked his head out, looked left and right, and whispered to Wang Dingjia: "Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang, come here."

Wang Dingjia walked in and looked at the faint starlight.

Oh, isn’t this the old servant beside Yan Shenggong?

"Why, I have to pay for a banquet in Kong Mansion?" Wang Dingjia asked.

"Mr. Wang was joking. Please come here, the Lord will invite you."

Lao Pu opened the door of the woodshed and said.

Seeing that Wang Dingxin was not moving, he had to explain: "Mr. Wang, it is not a place for discussion to talk too much in the hall."

"The Holy Holy One wants to discuss matters with me."

“That’s right!”

"Let's lead the way."

As he said that, the old servant took Wang Dingjia into the side door and entered the inner hall.

"Mr. Wang is going to wait for the meal to finish, and the Lord will come back."

"Go and go, by the way, I'll make me a pot of wine later and I'll take it away."

Wang Dingjia said loudly.

The old servant responded quickly.

Withdraw out.

Leaving Wang Dingjia as if he was thinking.

In fact, the banquet cannot continue, after all, they are all a group of frustrated people.

When I think that I can't go back to my hometown in Shandong in the future, and I can't kowtow to my ancestors' graves during festivals, I'm afraid I'll have to bury my bones in a foreign country. No matter how fragrant the wine and meat in front of me is, it will taste very little.

In addition, Wang Dingjia made such a fuss.

Soon someone left and said goodbye.

After a while.

The people at the banquet were almost gone.

Wang Dingjia didn't wait long.

I saw the Contemporary Yansheng Gong of Confucius's Mansion hurriedly walking in.

Wang Dingjia stood up to greet him.

Kong Qingrong grabbed Wang Dingjia's hand and asked with a burning look: "Dare you ask me, what's your surname?"
To be continued...