After a loud bang, the murmuring stream of "poof" finally poured out from the bottom of the rubble. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

A group of militia and soldiers of the Western Army had excited smiles on their faces.

A stout military man, speaking with a northwest accent, shouted loudly: "Get out of the water-quick, the general said, a load of gravel for a hundred yuan, now start cleaning up the rubble-"

The moonlight in Qingjian City tonight is exceptionally good, the well water at a depth of more than 200 feet, after using a new drilling machine and blasting powder, the water came out in three days, and even the old seed himself couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Chong Shiheng looked at the drilling machine in front of him, and then looked at the blasting powder next to him, and suddenly had a thought in his heart: "Wouldn't it be wonderful if this blasting powder was used in combat with some kind of mechanism?" ”

Thinking of this, he took the explosive powder in his hand, took a closer look, and the mouth of the official of the secret spy department came to his mind, that Lord Fang.

"Li Qi," Chong Shiheng called his lieutenant Li Qi.

Li Qi came in response and waited for Chong Shiheng's orders.

"Li Qi, do you know that Lord Fang Zhongyongfang? Or, inquire, who is in the Jiangmen or in the Western Army who has a relationship with this Lord Fang? It was transferred to Yanzhou. ”

"This?" Li Qi was slightly puzzled, but still took the order and said, "Yes." ”

……

When Fang Zhongyong returned to Fang's mansion, his home was really lively.

Chai Lin, Ma Erya, and Zhang Xi all gathered at home, and the fat monk who cheated into drinking the imperial wine and stole the wine glass was also sitting in the hall.

Wang Ziyue saw Fang Zhongyong stepping into the door, his expression was like being amnestied, and he suddenly helped his head and said, "I'm sleepy, Ming'er is going to go to the mass grave, so I'll sleep first." ”

As she spoke, she helped Yannong, walked past Fang Zhongyong, and handed him a sympathetic look.

"What's the situation? This is—" Fang Zhongyong looked at Chai Lin suspiciously.

"This is a hairpin potato, the writer of our Yue Wenzhai girl." Chai Lin's introduction is very natural.

The fat monk who had not quit scars stood up, staggered towards Fang Zhongyong, arched his hand and said:

"Lord Fang is working hard all night, so he shouldn't be disturbed, but the manuscript of the small half a year was destroyed by this woman tonight, and he still needs to ask for an explanation. Since this woman is Lord Fang's person, is the compensation from Lord Fang? ”

The hairpin potato did not hesitate to point his finger straight at Ma Erya.

Fang Zhongyong took a look at the hairpin potato, and then at Ma Erya, and said in his heart:

Isn't this the legendary literati who are light? It shouldn't be, the tearing between the literati is all open and dark, Ma Erya is so unabashed, unpretentious literati are light, which makes it very difficult for Fang Zhongyong to do.

Fang Zhongyong looked at Chai Lin and asked politely with a very modest attitude of inquiry: "What is the situation of this matter, what does Boss Chai think?" ”

Chai Lin was on the side, covering his bleeding lips that had been injured by mistake, and glared at Ma Erya fiercely, and the other party Zhong Yong said: "What else can you see?" Pay him the money for these manuscripts of hairpins and potatoes, and then find other manuscripts to be sent first. ”

Fang Zhongyong turned to the hairpin flower potato and looked polite: "Do you do this, is it done?" ”

"Almost-" Seeing that Fang Zhongyong was an official, he was so low-voiced, and the anger in his heart had faded a lot, but he still pointed at Ma Erya and said, "But I want her to apologize to me." ”

"You want to be beautiful. You were the first to speak ill of Brother Zhongyong! Ma Erya became impulsive again.

Fang Zhongyong suddenly understood Wang Ziyue's sympathetic look just now.

……

Zhe still got up at night, but saw Liu Yue'e and Di Qing standing side by side in the bright moonlight.

Liu Yue's side face was slightly hazy in the moonlight, and the moonlight outlined a beautiful smile on her lips.

Di Qing changed his previous appearance, holding a plum in his hand, and he was very amorous in his actions.

Still slightly stunned by this scene, he rubbed his eyes, pinched himself again, and after being sure that it was not a dream, he tiptoed back into his room.

Perhaps, it's just that the two of them just can't sleep, so let's chat under the moon, right?

Fold still untied his coat, shrunk into the quilt in only close-fitting clothes and pants, stared at the ceiling, and began to think about the future of his girlfriend.

According to her woman's intuition, it seems that there is a good impression between Di Qing and Liu Yue. And from the perspective of a rational attitude of spectators, it is indeed much happier than with Chen Jichang, Liu Yue'e and Di Qing.

However, Yu Li is not in agreement.

Liu Yue'e was born in Jiangmen and is married, Chen Jichang is a civil official with a grade in the end, and this Di Qing is just a thief with a military leader, Yu Li said, I am afraid that this road is difficult and dangerous.

Damn the rites. Fold still has a kind of rebellion that shouldn't be, and curses the unreasonableness of etiquette in his heart.

For some reason, Fang Zhongyong's figure appeared in front of him again.

Zhe still stretched out his slender jade hand from the quilt, took the jade pei that Fang Zhongyong gave him, put it on his chest, and used his body temperature to warm the jade pei, and then before he knew it, he fell asleep in a daze.

……

When the spring breeze blows through the walls of the imperial city, the government affairs of the new year begin to be in full swing in the government hall.

From the day Fan Zhongyan stepped into the political affairs hall, he was accompanied by a large number of pavilion scholars, all kinds of praise from Qingliu officials who did not know Taoguang at all, and Lu Yijian's deep and pretended friendly gaze.

As the prime minister, Lu Yijian still presides over the daily government affairs. The day before, Zhao Zhen handed over a copy of his household excerpt, asking for a high standard of "personal income tax" for senior government officials who were not taxable before.

In order to please Zhao Zhen and win the Sacred Heart, Lu Yijian had to take the lead in expressing his willingness to implement and organize a discussion.

But in her heart, Lu Yijian doesn't like this kind of petty thing:

I am rich in the Song Dynasty, so do I care about the officials' money? Emperor Taizu said that the Great Song Dynasty was the emperor and the scholars who ruled the world together, and now they want to levy taxes on the world's corporal doctors, which is really a joke and a thing that has lost the hearts of the people.

Thinking of the word people's heart, Lu Yijian couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, where did the "people's heart" come from? It's nothing more than the people's hearts written by the scholars, and the scholars are unhappy, do you expect this to be written in the Danqing history books to win the hearts of the people?

Therefore, although such an errand should be done, it is still necessary for the deacons to discuss together, and the best thing is to find a reason to let Fan Zhongyan carry out this matter that offended the corporal doctor of the world.

Lu Yijian made a calculation in his heart, and then tried to guide the entire agenda, thinking about the direction he expected.

But what he didn't know was that the proposal to levy personal income tax was only the first link in Fang Zhongyong's fiscal package. (To be continued.) )