Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The officials in Pingjiang didn't feel very good when they were sitting in the audience. How did they feel so different when sitting? Sitting sideways, with buttocks next to the chair, it is like a chair with thorns. Pingjiang's small officials are almost all locals. These officials are not taken seriously-they are not the turn of money, and they are not the turn of important political affairs. But it was these small officials who formed the blood and veins of Pingjiang politics.

In the past, when Pingjiang was still in the hands of the imperial court, they would not be able to see Shangzhizhou for a year, not to mention Zhizhou, even Tongzhi could not see him.

Now facing Lin Yuan, in addition to being nervous, there was an uncontrollable excitement. Although this was the first time they saw Lin Yuan, they also knew that Lin Yuan was a person who valued doing things.

After all, although Lin Yuanren are not here, they will be evaluated every month. Those who are evaluated for excellence will be promoted. Although it is only a small promotion, for these officials, promotion is not their turn. Now that they have changed their masters, they are expected to be promoted. Why don't they be extremely excited?

"Master Zheng, are you here?" The official who had just sat down said with a laugh to Master Zheng who was sitting aside.

Master Zheng stood up. Although he was lazy, his appearance was still very bluffing. He was a beautiful middle-aged man in his forties. He had a good beard. Although there were wrinkles on his face, he could vaguely see when he was young. He has a good appearance. He stands up, his body is long, and he smiles at the corners of his mouth to say what he has done recently, how he has done, and what problems he has encountered.

Speaking is also a knowledge, and this knowledge can only be explained clearly one by one.

This knowledge is deep, such as Master Zheng, who obviously didn't do much, but when he said it, people felt that he was too busy all day.

Lin Yuan listened to him chattering, and finally understood what he did.

Master Zheng is in charge of household registration. In fact, it is to reorganize the Ehukou registration and include the refugees from other places into the people of Pingjiang. The new people do not have to pay taxes for the first year. It seems that there are not many things, but in fact, there are too many trivial things.

But the problem is, this Master Zheng actually did...just assign the task, and he only manages the refugee registration, which is very ordinary.

Lin Yuan looked at this Master Zheng, just by looking at his appearance, everyone would think Master Zheng was a gentleman. Since he is a gentleman, he must be a man of outstanding ability, noble temperament, and respect. He said, "Master Zheng is working hard. Right."

In the presence of so many people, face is still to be given, and people live a life.

But he still needs to understand clearly that this Master Zheng is just lazy, or is really a idiot.

If it's a straw bag, then he can't use him. Being an official is different from other industries. In some other industries, you can probably do a good job with a little effort, but you can't be an official. If you work hard, as long as it is a straw bag , Then do bad things, easy to be whispered, seeming honest, but in fact stupid and poisonous.

This meeting lasted a whole morning and went to Gongfang several times in the middle. The officials attached great importance to the first meeting with Lin Yuan. Even if they did not understand, they had to listen attentively, with a smile on their faces. , Either his face is serious and his posture is upright, but he looks a little bit vigorous.

Lin Yuan was hungry, so he asked who should be asked. After midday, the meeting ended, but they were left for lunch in the house.

"I won't share it with you anymore." Lin Yuan smiled, "so you don't feel comfortable."

Everyone quickly stood up and said no.

Lin Yuan: "You don't need to be polite with me, please, please."

People come in from outside and invite the officials out. Naturally, meals cannot be used here.

Song Shizhao, who was long overdue, walked around from the yard and ate with Lin Yuan. Lin Yuan didn't pay attention to eating, so he could fill his stomach as soon as possible, but the cooks took a lot of thought.

Knowing that Lin Yuan didn't love mountains, delicacies, fish, and meat, they disguised the rare ingredients as ordinary food.

Lin Yuan was not sad about these aspects. He felt better than modern things when he caught what to eat. Maybe it was because there were no additives in ancient times?

But logically speaking... Additives make it more fragrant.

"That Zheng Qingfeng is interesting." Lin Yuan said to Song Shizhao while eating, "Looks like a gentleman."

Song Shizhao almost broke his teeth-he was a few days late, and let the group of little fairies rush to Lin Yuan's eyes. There was still something that Lin Yuan could remember. This was really irritating to his heart.

"The lower officials also know him." Song Shizhao smiled on his face, "I heard that there are few virtuous names, because he was handsome when he was young, and there were lawsuits with children."

Lin Yuan was a little curious: "Oh?"

Women in ancient times paid attention to reputation, so they could still have children in lawsuits?

Song Shizhao said: "Then Zheng Qingfeng comes from the family of officials and eunuchs for generations. Although he is only a petty official, his family style is clean and upright. The only thing that is bad is that he is too knowledgeable to advance and retreat.

This is Song Shizhao who puts on some people's shoes, saying that everyone is as timid as a mouse.

He added: "That Zheng Qingfeng has been different from others since he was a child. He has an unruly temperament. He is jealous and enmity, but he has won a lot of good names and his life is beautiful. When he negotiated marriage, the matchmaker stepped on the threshold of his family. Exaggeration, it is indeed trampled."

"He... but a man..." Lin Yuan was startled.

Song Shizhao smiled: "I heard that when he was young, his face was white and heroic. Although it was difficult for young men and women to see each other, they were not really locked up at home as if they were in jail. They worshiped Buddha and attended meetings. When they met, there were several daughters. I went back crying, although I only saw him once, but this person did not marry him."

Song Shizhao also said: "If you dare to say this, you must be spoiled at home. If you are arguing, you will naturally cause headaches for your parents. If you become obsessed with them, your parents will go. Then Zheng Qingfeng has a poor family and wants to marry him. Too many-even if they are willing to accept concubines, I am afraid they can't support so many people."

"Those women said that even if they are concubines, they have their own dowry and don't want to do so."

Lin Yuan curiously asked, "What then? How many did he marry in the end?"

Song Shizhao shook his head: "He married one, his natal cousin. Since he got married, he has become more stable, steady and steady, and he has become what he is now. , Don’t ask for something, but ask for nothing."

"If he appeared on the street back then, even if it was a woman who was a member of the pavilion, he would have to go to the street to see him, and the road was blocked. Some people said that it was because of Zheng Qingfeng's good body. "Song Shizhao sighed.

Lin Yuan smirked: "Mister is envious."

Being pursued by so many women, not to mention ancient men, even modern men have not seen it before. It is a lie to say that you don't envy.

Song Shizhao smiled and said, "Xian Sha has been dismissed."

In Pingjiang, almost everyone knows Zheng Qingfeng's name, and the people talk about him with great relish.

After all, such beautiful men are rare, especially at this age, they are still beautiful.

Lin Yuan: "How about being an official at this time?"

Song Shizhao: "It was good when I was young. I have worked hard and have not been promoted for decades. I think I feel hopeless in my career. I would rather not do it than make mistakes."

Lin Yuanqi said: "Have you been promoted in decades?"

Song Shizhao lightly coughed: "I heard that Zhizhou's daughter also admired him before."

This is wearing small shoes.

Lin Yuan: "It seems that Mr. Trouble helped me to see which of these people are available and which are not."

Song Shizhao hurriedly said, "I will share the worries for adults."

Officials do not want to be promoted. It is a lie. New officials have three fires, but if it is ten or twenty years in the same position? Time wasted and people's will wasted. The donkey dropped a carrot and walked fast, not to mention people.

Zheng Qingfeng let his office go back to the mansion, took off his official robe, and put on a casual dress. He was sitting in the hall with a cup of tea in his hand. Zheng's wife was holding a nanny in her arms and coaxing gently. We have been together for a long time, and we have some husband and wife faces. Every action is similar, and their expressions are also similar.

Even if you don't know them, you can tell that they are a couple.

It's just that the husband is outstanding, and his wife is no different from everyone else.

"Why are you staying in the government office for so long today?" Zheng's wife coaxed the child, then turned to ask Zheng Qingfeng.

Zheng Qingfeng pulled the neckline: "The Nan Bodhisattva called all the officials, and the small officials also went. Even if a person only talks about a cup of tea, it takes some time."

Zheng's wife curiously asked, "How does the South Bodhisattva look? Is it really the appearance of a **** descending from the earth?"

Zheng Qingfeng smiled and said, "If you talk about your appearance, you are worse than your husband."

Zheng's wife covered her mouth and smiled: "The husband looks better than Panan, but I don't know what kind of character the Nan Bodhisattva is."

Zheng Qingfeng's eyes were deep, and he said: "I watch him act, and treat the people with a bodhisattva heart, but to the side..."

"The heart is so cruel that it makes me look at me with admiration." Zheng Qingfeng hugged the child from his wife.

The wife is strange: "Ruthless?"

Zheng Qingfeng: "There are more than one hundred mouths in the Jiang family, but none live."

The wife took a breath.

"Exactly... so vicious?" Zheng's wife was startled.

Zheng Qingfeng: "A small amount is not a gentleman, non-toxic and not a husband. If he is a bodhisattva like the rumors, then that makes people worry."

Zheng's wife looked at her husband's expression: "Does your husband admire him?"

Zheng Qingfeng: "Many people in the world are tired of imaginary names, just like me, half of my life is restricted by the word gentleman, if I was..."

Zheng's wife: "It happened so many years ago, it's meaningless."

Zheng Qingfeng sighed.

How many secrets did he provoked when he was young? He thought he was a gentleman, and ended up suffering for the word gentleman.

A gentleman is not something mortal can be, Zheng Qingfeng understands this truth too late, and he is already discouraged when it is late.

How can you not be curious when you see people called Nan Bodhisattva now?

They are all well-known people, but how can the South Bodhisattva be smarter than him?

The South Bodhisattva killed more than a hundred people in the Jiang family, but no one said he was cruel and vicious. This made Zheng Qingfeng puzzled.

Zheng Qingfeng said: "Interesting, such an interesting person, rare to see."

Zheng's wife looked at her husband. Her husband was an upright man, but unfortunately she was discouraged for many years. She only hoped that the Nan Bodhisattva was really a person who knew the hero and could see the heart of making merits under her husband's skin.

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