The continuous heavy rain blocked Xu Gelao's itinerary, but it failed to stop all kinds of news from coming in. At first, I only saw some bits and pieces from the Qingzhou newspapers, but as the rain became heavier and heavier, officials at all levels in Qingzhou came to visit, intentionally or unintentionally, and many information channels became much more formal. Of course, the old man is already in a semi-hidden state, and if he really wants to stand in front of the stage and do something, he may be hindered by all aspects. Especially the current situation in the court, he is in the middle of it, and he sees it far more clearly than anyone else. Rushing forward may bring some changes to the "comprehensive" relief that has already been arranged. Therefore, although he also met with the officials who came, he only talked about some academic things. In this way, the things that he learned earlier were stabbed in front of him intentionally or unintentionally.

The old man was originally a southerner, and it was naturally the glory of the south to reach the high position of the first assistant of the cabinet. The old man has been in officialdom for decades, and it can be said that half of the officials are his "protégés", so after the "association" is established, whether it is the court or the Shilin, they will try their best to have some relationship with the old man, even if it is just a "spiritual belief". In such a very passive state, the old man felt physically and mentally exhausted, so he wrote "resignation due to illness". This time I passed through Qingzhou, and I just passed through. Now that things are in front of him, he has to use the "procrastination trick", with a thick old face, no one dares to gossip about him.

However, at that time, the old man also ordered the servants to go out to find out the news, and after some information was summarized on the surface, the old man was actually still a little curious about the subject. Of course, most of the root cause is another layer of identity of the student who was splashed with dung, the behind-the-scenes owner of the Qingzhou Seven Days News. Dare to publish his articles without his consent, it is expected that it will not be a small role. The old man couldn't help but doubt every time he thought of this, after all, his "Complete Book of Agricultural Administration" had been tightly covered by him so far, and there were still many places that needed to be repaired and verified. In other words, the possibility of leaking out from him is actually very small. In this way, there is naturally another speculation, that is, that article only happens to coincide with his own "Complete Book of Agricultural Administration" in some concepts and patterns.

If this is the case, the old man will inevitably give a thumbs up to the "Xu Ge Lao". Therefore, the old man always wanted to find a suitable opportunity to meet the owner of the newspaper.

The results were unsatisfactory.

The rain outside the eaves has stopped, and there are no more rain stains falling in the tile ditch, and the heavy rain has washed away for nearly half a month, and the small courtyard does not have much meaning of dust after the rain, but it is so humid that people are uncomfortable, especially for an old man like Xu Ge.

The post house had already sent charcoal a few days ago, but the smell of smoke was too strong, and the old man didn't like it, so he didn't burn it.

In the room, the old man put down the scroll in his hand, hammered his legs, got up and went outside the door to breathe. There was a sound of footsteps at the other end of the corridor, and after a while, Hou Houcong walked over in civilian clothes, and behind him was Qiu Xinzhi, a fellow acquaintance of Qingzhou, and another person had never seen a fresh face.

After seeing the ceremony, the old man called the three of them into the house, sat down, and put the tea, the old man sighed softly: "The honorific is nothing to do but go to the Three Treasures Palace." ”

This was actually said once when he was outside the door, and Hou Houcong just introduced the two people behind him through the words. When Chen Xiujie was spoken, the old man stared at it, but he didn't pay too much attention to it.

Hou Houcong sat down and answered, "The lower officials also have no choice but to bother the boss." ”

The old man nodded lightly, looked at the three of them, and said, "The old man knows what you are doing here, do you want the old man to come forward to meet the prince Jing?" ”

Hou Houcong bowed his head and said respectfully: "Boss Mingjian, now the price of grain in Qingzhou is still high, if it continues to rise, the flood has not come, and the people are afraid that they will be hungry first." At that time, a few bandits in the vicinity of Qingzhou will inevitably be in turmoil, and once the situation is enveloped, the whole of Shandong will be reduced to a quagmire......"

The old man narrowed his eyes and asked, "Except for the closed door of King Jing's Mansion, everything else has been arranged?" ”

Hou Houcong responded: "The granaries in Qingzhou have been inspected, and the situation is still good. According to the practice of previous years, there is enough relief food! The official roads leading to various places have been repaired, and detailed relief rules have been drawn up and distributed to the county ......"

Hearing this, the old man got up and took a booklet from the bookcase and handed it to Hou Houcong: "In the past few days, the old man happened to see such a booklet, you should take a look at it first!" ”

Hou Houcong took it suspiciously, glanced at it, and the words "Health and Epidemic Prevention Manual" were written on the cover page.

On the other side, the old man's deep voice had already sounded.

"Early this morning, when the latest issue of the newspaper arrives, you can take a look at the contents that are sandwiched inside."

Qiu Xinzhi's neck was raised, but it was not easy to come over. Chen Xiujie didn't move, as if she had lost her soul.

Hou Houcong flipped through it, and the old man said again: "Regarding the matter of relief, the imperial court also has detailed relief regulations, but this booklet has a different emphasis and is a little ingenious. In addition to the existing relief methods of the imperial court, the first thing is hygiene! Then there is order, then there is belonging, and finally there is self-confidence! ”

Hou Houcong glanced up, and after a cursory flip, there was indeed a feeling of empowerment in some details, and then handed the booklet in his hand to Qiu Xinzhi, and asked out loud: "Boss, this booklet?" ”

"If someone goes to that newspaper and looks at it, they should know who wrote it, and they will study it afterwards to see if it can be used!"

Hou Houcong responded. After a while, the pamphlet had already been handed to Chen Xiujie, and there was no need for him to speak for a while, so he read it much more carefully.

The old man raised his hand and pinched the corners of his eyes, and said, "Jingwang Mansion, the old man will take the time to go over, as for whether he can see people, I can't guarantee it!" If not, the old man will send someone to tell you! In the end, he said solemnly, "No matter what the result is, as a local parent official, what should be done must be done, food prices cannot be suppressed, whether it is forced intervention, or the opening of official warehouses, there must be no chaos." ”

Hou Houcong bowed his head and responded: "The lower official understands." ”

"Well, you have to catch what you should catch, and there is no reason to be soft on what should be cut off, it's not the first time that these things have happened, but the situation may not be optimistic this year, you must have greater preparation and stronger determination!"

Hou Houcong nodded, Qiu Xinzhi also looked at it with a solemn face, Chen Xiujie put away the booklet, and the expressions of the two Shangguan were the same.

The old man said no more, and the three of them got up to take their leave, and returned the pamphlet before leaving.

Out of the post house, Hou Houcong turned his head and said to the two: "What do you two think?" The pamphlet? ”

Qiu Xinzhi wrinkled his eyebrows: "At least it's worth taking a serious look, the boss has also explained." ”

Chen Xiujie didn't seem to have come back to his senses, and after Hou Houcong called him, he replied: "There is indeed something new." ”

"Well, since that's the case, I'll leave it to you."

Hou Houcong knew that behind the newspaper was Zhizhi Bookstore, and the owner of the bookstore was Chen Xiujie's son. Pity Chen Datong's sentence, but he has been kept in the dark.

The three of them got into the carriage separately, and Hou Houcong and the two went to the government office, after all, they still had to study the important matter of how to stabilize food prices. Chen Xiujie asked for the address Hou and went directly over there to kill him.

Along the way, I thought about the possible conspiracy behind this, after all, there was no reason for that kind of thing to appear in front of an old man of the Zhishi Pavilion for no reason.

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage stopped at the intersection of the streets, not far from the east gate, and a voice came in from outside, saying, "Sir, the road ahead is narrow, and the carriage cannot pass." ”

Chen Xiujie got out of the car, shook off her clothes, and said to the servant: "You drive the car to a free place, don't block the road, I'll just go in by myself." ”

The cross street is not prosperous, but it is a place with a very heavy culture, and the whole street should be the oldest bookstore gathering street in Qingzhou, where there are mostly some time-honored stationery stores. However, in recent years, the government has deliberately renovated the area where Cross Street is located, so the rent of shops here is actually a bit ridiculously expensive. Chen Xiujie has the impression that there is no bookstore named "Zhizhi" on Cross Street. After walking for a while, he refused many shops and servants who came forward to solicit business, and at the end of the street, Chen Xiujie found the Zhizhi bookstore.

stepped in, but I never thought I would bump into an acquaintance.

Gui Chun, who had already come over to greet him, hurriedly put away the smile on his face after seeing Chen Xiujie, saluted seriously, and then asked in surprise: "Master, why are you here?" ”

Chen Xiujie felt that the amount of information was a bit large. To say that Gui Chun came to buy books for his son who didn't grow up, he didn't believe it at all, and Gui Chun's smooth reception just now looked like a guest buying books!

In a moment, Chen Xiujie had many possibilities in his mind. Finally, I sighed helplessly, walked to the chair in front of the counter and sat down, only to find that the layout of this bookstore was a little different.

In the place where books are sold, there are very few bookshelves for books, but there are a lot of chairs of various kinds, which take up most of the space, and if you look deeper, there is a separate room selling what looks like tofu brains. There was another staircase next to the counter, and in a moment two or three people had already come down, and they came to the counter with a satisfied face to thank them.

Chen Xiujie was confused, and after Gui Chun greeted people, he asked, "Is the owner of the bookstore your young master?" ”

Gui Chun's chick pecked at the rice and nodded.

"In other words, the owner of the newspaper that has been in a uproar recently is also your young master?"

Gui Chun nodded again.

Chen Xiujie patted her forehead and muttered, "What happened during the time I left?" ”

came back to his senses, but he didn't forget what Hou Houcong explained, and asked Gui Chun about the booklet at the moment. Gui Chun then went to the backyard to fetch it.

Chen Xiujie took it and looked at it, and it was true. There are thousands of question marks in my heart, and I can only suppress it for the time being, and I said to Gui Chun: "You personally run and send both sides to the Qingzhou Mansion ......"

Gui Chun should go down.

Chen Xiujie glanced at those strange furnishings again, got up and left, many things, should indeed be discussed with his son.

It doesn't matter if the sky is about to fall or not, there is nothing more important than this.