Chapter 1090: Tricking Him
Mr. Huo hadn't spoken yet. He had just bent his back and hunched a little when he heard Zhou Shiyue speak indifferently.
"Give the old man a cushion. It's not good for him to kneel on the hard ground when he's old. Put a softer cushion and support him."
Qing Bao next to him: "Yes."
She moved briskly, took a cushion and walked quickly to Mr. Huo's side. She put the cushion on the ground in front of him and reached out to hold his arm.
Old Master Huo felt the hidden power in her hands, and he was unable to resist at all. By the time he reacted, she had already knelt down.
His leg had been injured before, so it was really difficult for him to kneel down.
It’s not that I can’t kneel, it’s just that my legs are stiff and my knees hurt a little when I kneel down.
Compared to the pain, what hurt the most was his face.
He is already so old, but he still has to kneel down to Zhou Shiyue, who is old enough to be his grandson. It's really infuriating!
Moreover, the Zhou royal family was the enemy who killed his son, daughter and grandson!
"Mr. Huo, why don't you say anything when you see me?"
Zhou Shiyue didn't say anything after seeing him kneel down, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes.
How could he not see that Mr. Huo was cursing him in his heart. But so what?
He generally doesn't use his status to bully others. Once he uses his status to bully others, it means that this person deserves to be bullied.
Mr. Huo had no choice but to take a deep breath, suppress the hatred in his heart, and shout loudly.
"I, a humble commoner, pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Prince of Jin. May His Royal Highness live a thousand years and a thousand thousand years."
He fell forward, put his hands on the ground, and rested his forehead on the backs of his hands.
Since you have been forced to kneel down, you should perform the ceremony politely to avoid Zhou Shiyue finding fault with you.
Old Master Huo waited for Zhou Shiyue to say "no need to be polite."
But he lay there for a long time, but did not hear Zhou Shiyue's voice for a long time.
My legs started to go numb.
Mr. Huo cursed even more fiercely in his heart.
Zhou Shiyue must have done it on purpose!
How dare you, little Huang, bully an old man! How unreasonable!
After waiting for a while, when he could no longer hold back, Zhou Shiyue's voice rang out.
"Mr. Huo, please don't be polite."
Zhou Shiyue said a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, when I saw Mr. Huo, I suddenly remembered some things in the past and was a little distracted."
"Why didn't you remind me that Mr. Huo was still kneeling?" Zhou Shiyue said to the people around him.
Qing Bao said, "I know I was wrong."
"Help Mr. Huo up quickly."
Qingbao helped Mr. Huo up, and immediately pulled his hand away before he could stand firmly. Mr. Huo almost stumbled.
He gritted his teeth.
They must have done it on purpose, even this maid did it on purpose!
"Mr. Huo, please take a seat."
After Mr. Huo sat down, Zhou Shiyue looked at him, then smiled and said, "I originally thought that the Huo family would not live happily these years, but now seeing how Mr. Huo is dressed, I worry too much."
Only then did Mr. Huo realize that what he was wearing today was quite nice.
To be honest, he had never wronged himself at home. He came out just now with the intention of seeing the tragic end of the Qiu family, so of course he had the attitude of a winner.
He wanted to borrow a carriage, but he didn't want to come in and see Zhou Shiyue.
So even if you find that your clothes are too extravagant now, it is too late.
Before he knew what Zhou Shiyue meant, Zhou Shiyue continued.
"Seeing that the Huo family is doing well, this prince is relieved. However, now that Subei has been hit by a disaster, the victims are suffering miserably, and so many people are about to have trouble making ends meet. This prince is anxious."
"I was planning to ask Zong Zhihong to come over and ask him to mobilize the wealthy families in the city to donate money and grain. Now that Mr. Huo has come, it's just right. The Huo family has such conditions, so why not be the first to do good."
What the hell? !
Mr. Huo suddenly felt something was wrong.
He was about to refuse when Zhou Shiyue continued talking, not giving him a chance to speak.
"Given the Huo family's situation, how about donating 5,000 taels of silver?"
"Your Majesty..."
"Can Mr. Huo donate more grain? That's fine, but you don't have to donate too much. You should keep half of the surplus grain at home, right?"
Zhou Shiyue waved his hand, "Someone come here."
Mr. Qiu came in personally immediately.
"Qiu Er, please help me remember the good deeds of Mr. Huo. When we return to the capital, I will speak well of the Huo family in front of my brother, so that he will not bear grudges about the past."
"Yes, Your Highness." Master Qiu was very quick. He asked someone to bring red paper and pen and ink, and immediately wrote three words on the red paper.
“Donation list.”
When Mr. Huo saw these three words, his pupils shrank.
"Your Highness, the Huo family is really..." Not that rich!
"Mr. Huo, this is all I can do," Zhou Shiyue interrupted him. "It's already a great honor to not let my brother bear a grudge against me. Mr. Huo, you shouldn't expect my brother to be grateful to you just for donating a mere five thousand taels, right?"
You need to know what mistakes you made in the past.
The way he looked at Mr. Huo was as if he was blaming the old man for being a little ignorant and asking for too much.
Blood rushed to Mr. Huo's head.
He was almost pissed off.
Why?
Now they are forcing him to donate silver and grain, and then blaming him for asking for too much?
Why didn't he know before that Prince Jin was such a shameless person?
But after Zhou Shiyue's interruption, Mr. Qiu had already written his name.
Old Master Huo donated five thousand taels of silver and one hundred dan of grain.
Then the column of words is clear and distinct.
The King of Jin even praised Mr. Qiu Er on the spot, "Mr. Qiu Er, your handwriting is very good."
"Your Highness, you are too kind." Mr. Qiu said modestly.
Mr. Huo: “…” The blood reached his throat.
Zhou Shiyue felt that Qiu Er was a really good person. He was not as straightforward as General Qiu, nor as stupid as Qiu San and Qiu Si.
He just said that half of the Huo family's surplus grain would be donated because he didn't know how much grain the Huo family actually had.
But if you really want to write it down, you can't just write half of it.
Mr. Qiu should know about the situation of the Huo family. After all, this is Subei City, and the Qiu family is the local tyrant of Subei. They should have a general understanding of the situations of these special families.
So Mr. Qiu wrote down the order of one hundred dan without asking any questions.
Zhou Shiyue was quite satisfied with his reaction.
"After the red paper is filled, it will be posted in the city so that the people can see the good deeds of the good people and someone can express their gratitude in the future."
After Zhou Shiyue said this, he seemed to have just noticed that Mr. Huo's face didn't look good.
"Eh? What's wrong with Mr. Huo? Is he afraid that the five thousand taels will be written first and it will be less? Is he afraid that he will be outdone by the kind people behind him? Then..."
"No, no, this is fine." Mr. Huo immediately interrupted him.
If we continue talking about this, it will be more than five thousand taels!
Prince Jin is extremely shameless!
But he can't just turn against me like that!
Nothing happened at the Qiu Mansion, and he hasn't figured out what happened yet!