As the days passed, the Zhong and Huang families, each of whom was a little unspeakably hidden, were quite cooperative in the matter of marriage. The whole thing went smoothly for a while: the four preliminary procedures of Nacai, Mingming, Najib, and Nazheng were quite fast, but when it came to the fifth "invitation period", that is, the calculation of good days and auspicious days, the Huang family suddenly suspended the process - without it, Xiong Da... Bear-sama is here.

Xiong Wencan resigned from Beijing in early March at the Jinluan Palace, but at that time the North Canal had not yet thawed - the canal thawed a little more slowly during the Xiaoice River period. In this way, Lord Xiong's team had to take the land route first, and after grinding all the way along the canal to the boundary of Shandong, Lao Xiong got on the official boat and began to play rafting.

By the time Huang Zhicheng's staff stationed in the official post came to report, it was already early April. After getting the news, Huang Zhicheng decisively suspended the wedding process: he had to decide the next step based on the results of his contact with Xiong Wencan.

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Two days later, the official post of Desheng Bridge.

Dressed in a black wide-brimmed straight dress that Shilin accepted as a formal attire, and a full set of neatly draped clothes, Master Huang Ping was sitting in the hall of the official post at the moment, drinking tea, eating snacks, chatting and farting with a group of low-level officials.

The official boat on which Xiong Wencan sat was the Desheng Bridge that arrived before noon. Huang Zhicheng came here today for the purpose of submitting a name sticker, a letter of recommendation, and a letter of recommendation - Lao Xiong will definitely not see him today, but he must put on a correct posture and wait at the official post.

As the governor of a province, even if he is passing by, at the beginning of getting off the boat, there will inevitably be people of the same level in the Zhejiang officialdom who come out to socialize, and then wait in line, and wait for Lao Xiong to meet this class, how to say that it will take two or three days. Therefore, in the past few days waiting for the flop, Huang Juren has to come here every day to work.

After entering the gate of the official post, there is the traditional flower hall on the left and right, which is a place for the officials from all walks of life to sit idly. The Hou Jian Hall of the Desheng Bridge Official Station, like Huang Zhicheng, there are more officials, lifters, businessmen, and showmen who run around the door than dogs every day, and this place is very lively all year round, which is no less than the waiting hall of later generations.

These people who are in a position all day long are not in a good situation, and they are usually some miscellaneous officials and Hou Vacant people who have no background. The really powerful ones have already taken office in the household department, who still sits in the official post like a dog every day and waits for the big guy to summon him?

From the second day, Mr. Huang brought good tea and snacks - these two days were the first stubble before the Ming Dynasty Longjing was on the market, and it was now the 17th century, Longjing did not talk about truck sales, and other idlers could not afford to drink this expensive tea at all.

So Huang Ping, an outlier, has been very popular in the past two days, he is generous, talkative and elegant, everyone drinks tea while intimately exchanging all kinds of experience in running officials, and the bigwigs like and dislike, and they get along very well.

Huang Juren's camp is full of lifters and low-grade officials, and this belongs to the husky team with the loudest voice. These people scolded the post guards all day long, shouting and drinking, and the entire flower hall could be a group of them.

Only when Menzi shouted: "Lord so-and-so arrives at ......", the scene will be a little quiet, and when the big man in an official robe walks in front of him without squinting, the noise is as loud as ever......

There is also the quieter Xiucai camp on the side, this belongs to the Teddy team, and all of them are full of passion, and they want to complain when they see people, but no one cares.

The most non-existent is the camp of businessmen in the corner. These people belong to the Chihuahua team, all covered in ayara, and their fat faces are full of harmless smiles of humans and animals.

However, in the places where such officials come and go, the merchant is the most unpowerful category, and the harsh hierarchical oppression of feudal society is vividly reflected here - no poor official dares to be close to the merchant on such occasions.

In fact, even if these people's homes were full of silver, they could only buy a bowl of tea from the postman to quench their thirst here—the grass people drank good tea and ate snacks? Where do you put the face of a bunch of old men in the hall? It's good that I didn't let you kneel!

It was in this situation that Huang Ping soaked in the official post for three days, and poured a belly of tea and snacks every day to go home...... Fortunately, there is also a Hou Jian businessman named Xiong Dao who is even worse than him, he doesn't even have to eat snacks, and he drinks bad tea, which makes Master Huang's heart full of superiority.

On the first day of Xiong Da's arrival at the post house, Zhang Yandeng, who was then the governor of Zhejiang, came to pay a visit.

The next day, Dong Chengshao and Sun Zhifang, the political envoys of Zhejiang, came to pay a visit.

On the third day, Lin Zhen, the procurator of Zhejiang, came to pay a visit.

On the afternoon of the third day, after Liu Mengqian, the prefect of Hangzhou, came to the post house to hang around, Huang Zhicheng knew that it would probably be his turn tomorrow - the prefect was the lowest grade of Xiong Wencan's official reception, and then there was a personal relationship.

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Sure enough, on the afternoon of the fourth day, when Master Huang was blowing water and blowing happily with a group of Hou Que dicks, a subordinate wearing a soft hat (Stephen Chow's style of ordering autumn fragrance) ran into the flower hall and asked loudly: "Is Hangzhou Huangping Huang Xiaolian here?" My bear-sama, please. ”

Huang Ping threw down half of the osmanthus peach cake in his hand when he heard the sound, picked up the tea bowl and began to rinse his mouth, and a few friends who were blowing water on the side hurriedly handed over the hand towel...... After Master Huang wiped his face and cleaned up his head, he followed the soft-hat family to the inner courtyard with the only specially trained Ming Dynasty walking style with his chest and head bowed through the crowd.

After a few steps inside, Huang Ping began to ask, "I don't know what to call this one?" ”

"Don't dare, little Xiong Qi."

"Well, after a long journey, Lord Xiong is still healthy?"

While asking, Master Huang's big sleeves flicked, and a small ingot of thin silver came out of Xiong Qi's hand in an instant.

Xiong Qihuan's eyes narrowed with joy, and the pom-pom on the soft hat shook and shook: "Master Huihuang, my adult is very popular, and he used a small bowl of rice just now." ”

"Oh, nice look." As Huang Zhicheng walked, he thought: "Don't give Lao Tzu a whole day and night, it's good if the tea and rice don't belong." ”

Xiong Wencangui is the governor of a province, and when he took office, he was escorted by no less than 100 people from all walks of life with his master's staff, so he had three courtyards under the post house. At this time, Master Huang was led to a side hall to sit, and a good cup of tea was brought up by Xiong Qi later.

Waiting until the tea was put from piping hot to warm, Xiong Wencan, who was dressed in a loose robe, came out of the back hall.

Xiong Wencan, a native of Sichuan, is thin and clear-looking, and is now 53 years old, which is the golden age of officials.

Huang Ping saw the boss appear, and hurriedly got up and stepped forward to greet him.

Huang Ping doesn't have to kneel here: no matter in the public court, in private occasions, the level of lifting people is equivalent to the deputy department, and no matter how big Xiong Wencan's official is, the level is only the main department (Jinshi), except for the three deputy halls in the first class, the others are half a level behind in the system, and there is no reason to kneel.

This is the person who came out of the township test on the right path - already a member of the ruling class. In all kinds of ancient monsters, it has always been Xiucai who has been deceived, slaughtered, and slept by fox spirits.

......

Xiong Wencan is thin and small, but his lung capacity is not small, and his voice is like thunder: "Zhicheng doesn't need to be polite, I have been with Ershi for many years, and I sit down to talk." ”

...... At this moment, through the "Li Kui Operation", which had taken a lot of effort before, the dividends began to appear.

It can be heard from Xiong Wencan's title that he has read the famous posts and letters of recommendation submitted by Huang Ping before.

The day after Huang Ping learned that he was going to enter Xiong Wencan, a messenger went straight to Nanjing with an urgent letter from Master Huang - Huang Ping's master Chen Meng was the current secretary of Nanjing Guozijian. After presiding over the Ding Maoke Township Examination, due to the increasingly severe party struggle between the DPRK and China, Chen Meng returned to Beijing with the front foot, and was kicked from the Hanlin Academy to the Nanjing Guozijian with the back foot.

This Chen Siye and Xiong Wencan were both high-ranking officials from Sichuan when they were in the dynasty, so they naturally had personal friends. Therefore, when the master saw the messenger and read the letter of help from the most filial disciple under his seat, he immediately wrote a sincere recommendation to Xiong Wencan and handed it back to the messenger.

That's why as soon as Lord Xiong met today, he called Huang Ping's cousin: the content of the old friend's recommendation is not an ordinary "eight lines", but an all-round recognition of Huang Ping.

After the guests and hosts sat down, Xiong Wencan knew that this person was here to answer the curtain, and after a few polite words, he began to take the school entrance examination Huang Zhicheng. I didn't want to take this examination, but Xiong was surprised: he gave words to the people who came, had unique opinions, and had a good understanding of the situation in Fujian.

It only took a cup of tea to make Huang Zhicheng's way of speaking straightforwardly, not cloudy and foggy, and mixed with some specific figures to analyze the situation, which made Xiong Wencan can't help but look at him with admiration.

That's pretty much a rarity. Xiong Wencan has been in the sea for half his life, and he doesn't know how many gentlemen and staff members and masterminds have seen, and he knows in his heart how useful these people are: he is full of small words and righteousness on weekdays, and he is at a loss when he encounters problems, and he only brings out the death truth in the book. However, there are many mentors and friends behind this generation who come forward to recommend insurance, so many times Lao Xiong also pinched his nose and took him in.

To tell the truth, based on Huang Zhicheng's letter of recommendation, Xiong Wencan originally made up his mind to keep Huang Zhicheng today - as long as his performance is not too bad. As a result, Lao Xiong never expected that this son actually gave him a surprise on the spot!

"Zhicheng is now living in Hangzhou, how can he be so familiar with the situation in Fujian?" Xiong Wencan's eyes were blazing at this time, staring at Huang Zhicheng and asking.

"Don't hide it from the army, since I saw the newspaper in March, and learned that the adults will go south to Fufu in the near future, the students moved their minds." Huang Zhicheng's face was full of sincerity at this time: "In addition to checking some old newspapers, these students have also visited several maritime merchants and heard some news about Fujian, Guangdong and foreign noodles, so they dare to come to the adults today to show off a little." ”

"Zhicheng has a heart." Xiong Wencan nodded slightly when he heard this, and his heart became more and more satisfied: There are not many people who can collect news in a down-to-earth manner these years, even if it is hearsay.

Xiong Wencan doesn't care whether Huang Zhicheng's so-called analysis of the situation is accurate or not, whether it is useful or not, the news has not been smooth in recent years, and when he comes to Fuzhou in the future, there will naturally be accurate information for analysis.

What he cares about is only the talent of this son, in other words, Huang Zhicheng has the ability to analyze the current situation in combination with the intelligence in his hands, which should be a must for his staff, but in reality, he has the ability to be unique in a hundred, which is what Xiong Wencan values the most.