klisemfg Chapter 10 The Emperor, Secretly Buying Red Underpants
Chapter 10 The Emperor, Secretly Buying Red Underpants
Shen Zhiyi smacked her lips with a sigh.
Previously, her cousin's cousin's husband's brother's sister's best friend worked as a nurse in a large hospital.
I've said it before: gay men, especially those who are genital-degrading, generally don't wear very clean underwear.
Now it seems that this is indeed the case.
I've learned something new!
So, our Minister of Justice must still be wearing diapers, right?
Thinking of this, Shen Zhiyi couldn't help but glance in the direction of the Minister of the Court of Judicial Review.
The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review subconsciously clenched his buttocks.
[Ugh, seriously, why would I stare at him like that? Do you think I could just check the security camera footage to see if he's wearing anything?]
The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review was practically kneeling before Shen Zhiyi.
Sister, stop looking, please stop looking.
[She was wearing it! I knew it; changing underwear every day is such a luxury.]
The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review was about to cry.
Why is it that the General of the Cavalry is not here at this crucial moment!
What on earth did that damned fellow go about?
He can't handle it all by himself!
The old emperor was also curious about the General of the Cavalry.
That old guy took the day off this morning, saying he wasn't feeling well and had caught a cold.
But he's as strong as an ox; if he believed the other person was unwell, he wouldn't be surnamed Zhou.
【Oh my god!】
Shen Zhiyi seemed to have seen something extraordinary.
Everyone watched as she rubbed her eyes vigorously.
They were all as anxious as ants on a hot pan.
Tell me quickly, what exactly did you see?
[The dignified General of the Cavalry, upon discovering that the Minister of Justice had run out of diapers, picked up his needle and thread and personally sewed a new batch, striving to ensure that the Minister of Justice could use brand-new diapers filled with his love after finishing his shift that day.]
Everyone: The scene is too beautiful to imagine.
The General of the Cavalry was someone who fought alongside the late emperor and the current emperor to conquer the country; he was a very large man.
He's two meters tall; he looks like a giant next to anyone.
The contrast was so stark that everyone immediately dismissed their imagined scenario when they saw her holding an embroidery needle.
From then on, the way people in the court looked at the Minister of Justice and the General of the Cavalry was different. Unfortunately, the General of the Cavalry, who was absent today, was unaware of what had happened.
One night, the General of the Cavalry complained to the Minister of Justice, "Fatty, why do I feel like everyone's been looking at me strangely lately?"
"illusion."
"Probably, I'm a grown man, there's nothing much to see about me."
The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review was biting his little handkerchief.
One grown man may not be much to look at, but two grown men are bound to be interesting.
*
Today is a good day.
The sun was shining brightly, and the sky was cloudless.
Actually, it was because Shen Zhiyi was off work today and in a great mood that everything seemed good to her.
She had lost some of the fierceness of a working woman, and seemed to have returned to the way she was before she became a vicious woman.
Shen Zhiyi went to the well in the courtyard, drew a basin of water, washed herself briefly, and then began to count how much silver she had.
The Imperial Diarist was a sixth-rank official.
There are 90 shi (a unit of dry measure) per month.
In her first month after arriving, Shen Zhiyi did a simple conversion: one shi (石) equals one hundred jin (斤), which is equivalent to 1,600 liang (两) or 16,000 qian (钱). According to the rice price at that time, one shi was worth 250 yuan.
So she earns over 10,000 a month, which is 20,000.
Shen Zhiyi took out one tael of silver and prepared to go to Wangyue Embroidery Shop.
She'd been eyeing the Minister of Works' red underpants for ages, and today she finally had the time.
The hands of the embroiderers at Wangyue Embroidery Shop must have been kissed by Lady Luck, otherwise why would the Minister of Works have such good fortune?
Shen Zhiyi did not seek promotion or wealth, but only demotion and a fortune.
"You bought red underwear too?"
Wow, that's pretty direct.
Uh, that's a really loud voice.
Shen Zhiyi's thin skin couldn't withstand the shrewish roar of the embroidery shop owner. She stammered for a long time, but before she could say anything, the owner slapped her away and went to ask the next person.
"Are you here to buy red underwear too?"
Shen Zhiyi subconsciously looked at the person behind her, and what she saw shocked her.
What a talented man!
Goodness, what brings such a talented scholar here? Aren't there embroiderers in the palace?
Chen Decai never expected to run into Shen Zhiyi.
The proprietress didn't recognize him, and seeing that this seemingly effeminate old man remained silent, her fiery temper flared up instantly.
"Go in if you want to buy something else, go back if you want to buy red underwear."
"It's unbelievable lately. I don't know why so many people are coming to buy red underwear. What do they take my embroidery shop for?"
The proprietress twisted her waist and hurriedly went into the shop.
She still has a bunch of red underwear that she hasn't finished making.
Shen Zhiyi and Chen Decai were left alone, looking at each other.
"Chen Nei..."
"Shh, Mr. Shen, this matter today is between you, me, heaven and earth and only we know."
After saying that, Chen Decai left as if he had seen a ghost.
*
Morning next day.
"My esteemed ministers, this morning we received a secret order: there is a severe drought in Jiangnan, and we need to send someone to escort a batch of grain. Do any of you have a suitable candidate to recommend?"
[Hiss, that's strange. Why are all the prime ministers, ministers and vice ministers of various departments, and all sorts of princes and dukes, even the lowest-ranking officials, flocking to Wangyue Embroidery Shop lately?]
[They're all buying red underwear!]
[He even specifically requested that it be made from the same cloth as the one used by the Minister of Works!]
The Minister of Works, who was secretly dozing off, was jolted awake.
He was so angry that his beard was trembling.
Are you all sick? Are you all sick?
Isn't that perverted? He even wants to share a piece of cloth with him!
Who is it! Who is it!
The old emperor, sitting on the dragon throne, laughed in anger.
His eyes swept fiercely over the ministers present.
Some of those who bought the red underwear couldn't help but touch their buttocks.
"Humph."
The old emperor was unhappy; he hadn't bought it yet!
[Damn, so Chen Decai went to Wangyue Embroidery Shop yesterday just to buy red underwear for the old emperor?]
The ministers, who had been cowering like quails, raised their heads one by one and looked up at the old emperor.
They're buying these things to get promoted and make a fortune, Your Majesty, why are you joining in?
The old emperor coughed awkwardly, raising his voice.
"So, do any of you ministers have a suitable candidate?"
People from all factions in front of the palace immediately became eager to try their luck.
Delivering disaster relief funds is a lucrative job. First, you can make a little money; second, delivering it is a great achievement; and third, it's just a simple delivery, not like the usual disaster relief work.
For a time, many people wanted to eat this piece of succulent mutton.
The recommended candidates were a mixed bag.
[None of the people recommended here are reliable. They've all embezzled some money. What do you call that? That's called being dishonest. It's one thing to be corrupt in ordinary times, but how can you embezzle disaster relief funds?]
Moreover, the Jiangnan region is usually prosperous, and everyone from top to bottom is corrupt. The old emperor should send his own people to provide disaster relief. If the locals are allowed to do it, who knows how much of the aid will actually reach the victims.
Upon hearing this, the old emperor's expression gradually became serious.
[Let's just let the Crown Prince go.]
The old emperor's eyes lit up.
The Crown Prince wished he could throw his shoes at Shen Zhiyi.
The old emperor's style.