From the next day until the summer season.

Song Shihui took the students of Beijing Normal University to visit Miyun County and learn about the hydrology and climate of Miyun County from the mouths of old crops.

As long as there is a different answer to a climate profile, it must be studied more deeply and strive to be rigorous to the extreme.

Village-by-village inquiry, worn out more than a dozen pairs of straw sandals.

Measure the land with your feet.

At this time, it was the birthday of a high-ranking official of the Donglin Party, and a banquet of thousands of flavors was held, with thousands of plates of water and land delicacies such as horses, cows, donkeys, calves, roe deer, venison, etc., to show their status.

The people who came to pay their respects were all bureaucratic squires with heads and faces in the capital, where would they eat more shamelessly as if they had never seen the world, but they didn't eat after two bites.

A lot of this plate of delicacies has not been moved, and it has been poured out directly, but the senior officials of the Donglin Party are smiling and watching these grains that do not know how many people can be saved are thrown away.

It seems that only by wasting food like this can his power and status be demonstrated.

The bureaucratic squires also smiled and smiled, and they were used to it for a long time.

Just add more rent for the coming year.

Zhu Yu of Miyun County has been running into walls everywhere for a while, and he said that he was instigating the squires of Miyun County to donate silver, thinking that he was a dignified county magistrate, and he couldn't even enter the door.

Thinking that the eldest brother was the disaster star of the Donglin Party, Zhu Yu also understood, not that he didn't want to see it, but he didn't dare, for fear that he would have a little relationship with the Zhu family and be targeted by the Donglin Party who were in the court.

Seeing that it was the summer season from the mango planting season, Zhu Yu really had no choice, so he wrote a letter to his father and asked for two hundred taels of silver, preparing to hold a banquet in the name of the Seedlings Association, and invite the squires of the county to come over.

The government office, the backyard.

In the very clean and simple courtyard, ten tables of feasts were set up, and each table used as much as twenty taels of silver, but in the eyes of these squires, it was clear soup and little water.

Fortunately, taking into account Zhu Yu's face, he didn't have a seizure, and he didn't touch those clear soups and little water, and sat on the bench to see what tricks the new magistrate could play.

Zhu Yu's eldest brother, Zhu Shun, an industrial uncle, only had three or four taels of silver for a meal, which had already made many industrialists secretly speechless, and secretly shouted that it was really extravagant.

Seeing that these squires didn't move their chopsticks, Zhu Yu thought that he was frightened by twenty or thirty riflemen armed with doumi-style rifles, and nodded with satisfaction.

Zhu Yu knew that these big squires were unwilling to be with him, and the white-haired scribes didn't dare to offend these local squires, so he could only bring Song Shihui and a few students from the Beijing Normal University Hall to sit at a table.

Zhu Yu, who was sitting in the first place, looked around, the table of the eight immortals was already full, and the squires should have arrived, standing up with a wine glass and saying, "As the saying goes, there are three fires when a new official takes office. ”

"This new official doesn't want to burn any fire, but wants to pour a basin of water, I don't know if the squires can help the official."

The squires didn't speak, and quietly watched Zhu Yu singing a one-man show alone, and the scene was a little embarrassing for a while.

After about half a cup of tea, the squires almost dried Zhu Yu, the magistrate of the county, and turned their eyes to Feng Yuanwai.

Zhu Yu didn't feel like an ordinary official, he didn't feel that his face was lost, he was angry, he just stood there with a glass raised, but he also looked at Feng Yuanwai.

He was not without gains during this time, and roughly figured out the specific situation of the local forces in Miyun County, and the squires in this county were basically headed by Feng Yuanwai.

It's not that Feng Yuanwai has more silver in his hands than others, nor is it that he has the highest fame, but he is just a white body.

Feng Yuanwai has a good cousin, Feng Quan, the former head of the household department, who is too big in the eyes of the bureaucrats and squires in Miyun County.

The first thing that every Miyun Zhixian takes office is to visit Feng Yuan first, and he has to prepare a heavy gift, so that he can make some 'political achievements' in Miyun County.

Zhu Yu failed to enter the gates of the various squire's mansions during this time, the reason why the eldest brother Zhu Shun only accounted for half of them, and the other half was that he was not the first to visit Feng Yuanwai, but found a squire at random.

This is a taboo for serving as a magistrate, which is equivalent to losing the face of the local squire leader, and his political achievements can only be inferior.

Feng Yuanwai hung Zhu Yu of Zhixian there, even if he had returned the humiliation at the beginning, he didn't stand up, sat on the bench and said slowly: "What water does Zhu Zhixian want to water, let's listen to it." ”

Zhu Yu is not a new science and technology scholar without a background, let these local squires bully at will, and sat back in the official hat chair: "It's not a big deal, the official is going to build a dam, I hope you can donate some silver." ”

The squires stroked their beards and smiled, it seemed that the new magistrate had finally opened his mind.

Feng Yuanwai nodded with satisfaction, but this profit-sharing silver can't be divided into five or five accounts, at most he will be given one percent, and he stroked his beard and smiled: "How much silver does the hall need." ”

Zhu Yu didn't understand the smiles on the faces of the squires, frowned and said, "It's not much, four thousand taels of silver." ”

The appetite is quite big, and when he opens his mouth, it is four thousand taels of silver.

The squires are more satisfied, but the people of Miyun County have already searched several times, and four thousand taels of silver is a bit difficult.

However, Feng Yuanwai and other squires didn't care, they didn't care about the lives of the common people, and they didn't care how much infamy Zhu Yu would suffer.

Feng Yuanwai handed a squire next to him a look, and the squire stood up and said two words: "One nine." ”

Zhu Yu finally understood why the squires suddenly laughed, or snatched four thousand taels of silver from them.

Originally, they thought they were going to loot the people's fat and people's ointment.

Zhu Yu also smiled: "What this hall means is that you will pay for everything, and you really want to build a dam." ”

The squire's smile suddenly froze on the old face, and soon turned gloomy, Feng Yuanwai frowned tightly, is he playing tricks on the squire?

How can there be a reason in the world for a squire to really donate silver.

Feng Yuanwai's old eyes glanced at the riflemen around him, knowing that this matter could not be done well today, he stood up and arched his hand: "Tang Zun is really a Qing official of the Ming Dynasty if he is not greedy or take it, and the old man is not undonated." ”

"I just had a copper coin in my hand, and my cousin took it to build a dam."

The squires laughed again, laughing loudly, and shouted in their hearts that Feng Yuanwai was really clever.

Donating only one copper is more humiliating to Zhu Yu than not donating.

"What Feng Yuanwai said is very true, and he also donated a copper."

"There is really no surplus food at home, so I will donate one outside."

"It's not much, but it's also a part of the old man's heart, the hall can build a dam, and then I will invite friends to come and watch the ceremony."

Zhu Yu suddenly clenched his fists, staring at these squires who were laughing heartily, and was so angry that he almost ordered them to be killed.

But he didn't dare.

It's not that Zhu Yu is greedy for life and afraid of death.

What is there to fear of death, it is worth the life of this group of squires and old dogs.

It's just that this will cause a lot of trouble to the eldest brother, and it will also implicate twenty or thirty riflemen, and implicate twenty or thirty families in ruin.

Zhu Yu watched the group of old dogs put down the copper in their hands, laughed heartily and got up to leave, and almost fainted in anger.

Suddenly stood up and roared in a low voice: "Don't you think about the people of the Ming Dynasty and the future of the Ming Dynasty!" ”

The squires laughed even louder.

"Haha, why do you have to think about those things that are inferior to pigs and dogs, a group of poor ghosts who can't eat enough."

"The future of Daming, haha, we are the future of Daming."

"I'm afraid that this magistrate is not stupid to read, and he doesn't believe it outside his own staff, who will donate money to those poor people."

Zhu Yu stared at the squires with cracking eyes, almost unable to believe that it was human words that people would say, just because there was no silver, pigs and dogs were inferior.

No matter how poor the people are, they are also the people of the Ming Dynasty.

But what can Zhu Yu do, he can't kill or kill, and he doesn't have that prestige when he is persecuted, so he can only watch the old dogs leave.

Could it be that Da Ming is really like what the eldest brother said, and his qi has run out.........

"Isn't it just four thousand taels of silver, the old man donated it."

"Old Zhou! How about you leave a few points for my brother, and the old man donates 5,000 taels. ”

"Lao Lu, you are no better than Brother Zhou, the owner of this factory donated six thousand taels."

“.........”

Just when the old dogs were about to walk out of the courtyard, there were voices of donating silver money outside the weeping flower door, and they were still rushing to donate.

I have to donate it alone.

Zhu Yu, who staggered and sat on the official hat chair, suddenly turned his head to look at it, with tears in his eyes.

A group of white-haired factory owners blocked the door, and quarreled with red faces and red ears over the donation of silver.

They even began to tear their clothes.

Industrialists.

Here it comes.