Just out of the fifteenth day of the first month, there was a cold rain, it turned into snow in the middle, the crimson clouds pressed on the city of Wuchang gloomily, the white salt-like snow particles hit people's faces painfully, the whistling north wind blew all night, and the weather suddenly became much colder.

Because there are no Internet, movies or even novels in this era, Tang Haoran has become accustomed to going to bed early and getting up early, lying in bed and sleeping all night, and when he opened his eyes and saw the light outside the window, he thought it was too late, so he hurriedly dressed and appreciated. He just moved here, but after a moment, Yun'er hurriedly got up, hurriedly boiling water in the kitchen, and at the same time prepared the tooth powder or something, and said softly.

"Young master, it was snowing outside in the middle of the night, and the snow was shining brightly. It's still early! Mr. Song hasn't gotten up yet! ”

The Mr. Song in Yun'er's mouth refers to Song Yuxin, who entered Tang Haoran's "curtain" from him, and naturally moved to Tang's house, and no longer went home to build a "bad room" in his hometown's old house.

"Oh, it's snowing again?"

Tang Haoran's eyes jumped in surprise, he likes snow, especially in this era, snow can make the surrounding environment drier, and of course, more importantly, it can suppress the smell of urine on the street.

If you say what is the biggest emotion for the city of this era, I am afraid that there are earthen pits on both sides of the road in Wuchang City for people to solve the "urgent need". Men with their backs to the crowd can be seen everywhere in the city, so that the entire Wuchang City has become a toilet, and the stench is stinking. The stench that came to his face on that sunny day, and because of this, Tang Haoran liked the snow even more to cover up a qiē, which could make him appreciate this time and space Wuchang City more calmly.

"Last night, when I looked like that, the snow melted when it fell, and I thought it wouldn't come down."

Tang Haoran said, stretched his hands, and opened the door in front of the door. A cold wind immediately swept in the snow through the door, covering his face and neck.

"Young master, it's cold!"

Yun'er's words made Tang Haoran laugh.

"It's a nice snowy scene!"

With that, he was about to go out. Song Yuxin, who had just gotten up, saw it and hurriedly put on his clothes and followed behind him.

This year's snow is really not small. Stepping out of the house, the streets and houses have turned white, although it is early in the morning, you can see some children in the alley having snowball fights there, Tang Haoran walked on the road on the snow, and Song Yuxin followed behind him.

"Jieqi!"

Walking and walking, looking at the empty streets, looking at the somewhat dilapidated ancient Chinese buildings on the street, Tang Haoran suddenly spoke.

"It seems that I won't be able to do this smoking ban for a long time!"

"Hmm!"

First stunned, Song Yuxin nodded.

"It's not long since I sat down!"

Song Yuxin, who knows officialdom well, knows that his character as the proprietor is too upright, and more importantly, he doesn't know what the official wants.

The reason why he said this is because Tang Haoran knows that there are already a few people in the house who are eager to try, and now Zhang Zhidong is still hesitating, but behind this hesitation is his decision to give up on himself, no, not to give up himself, but to give up the ban on smoking.

Compared with the ban on smoking, each of them, what they see is only the benefits of the ban on smoking, correspondingly, they are naturally happy to stop at the present, although they know the loopholes of the contractor system, they would rather turn a blind eye, because at least this will not cause any chaos, the lesser of the two powers, maybe this is the truth!

Walking silently, I don't know how long I walked, when Tang Haoran came back to his senses, he had already arrived at the riverside, standing on the high embankment and looking at the Yangtze River, the northwest wind lifted the hem of the robe, and the braids were also lifted high, Tang Haoran couldn't help but sigh.

"Jie Qi, if you leave the smoking ban bureau, when the time comes, I will find a way to find you an errand!"

In any case, it is always a guest and host, and something should be done for him, anyway, everyone has been like this all these years.

When Song Yuxin heard this, he laughed and said.

"Ziran, to be honest, in the past, I even dreamed about whether I could get an errand, thinking, thinking, and I became this obscene appearance......"

Song Yuxin's self-deprecation made Tang Haoran happy.

"What does this look like?"

Pointing to the distance of the river embankment with his hand, Song Yuxin said:

"Ziran, look!"

Looking at the place he pointed, his face suddenly sank, but more than a hundred meters away there was a row of low thatched huts tied with reeds, from here, you can see several women holding children sitting in the dilapidated thatched huts with leaky winds, the men in tattered clothes sat there weakly, and there was a faint cry of children.

This is the most typical slum in this era, Tang Haoran's face was gloomy, and he didn't speak for a long time, but Song Yuxin said:

"In the past, if I wanted to be an official, I didn't want to do things, but I wanted to make some money, even when I first took refuge in you, I was looking to see if I could take a shortcut on you."

Song Yuxin didn't hide his thoughts.

"I sold my ancestral land and donated a Qipin County, thinking about scraping some land after taking office, and getting it back, as for doing things for the people or something, I really didn't think about it, but I never thought that this was sixteen years, and I still didn't become an official for sixteen years, although I was hungry and full in the market, I was used to seeing the suffering of the world, if I let the small one become an official, maybe I would get it back even harder, and I would take back the more than ten years of hard work and the profits, but who suffered in the end? Aren't they yet? ”

Looking at the proprietor beside him, Song Yuxin sighed again.

"Although our guest and host are only a month, but I can be regarded as watching, the officials of the Great Qing Kingdom are the same, even if the Qing officials want to protect the top, they are good officials if they can not scrape the ground, but no one can take care of serious things, the proprietor, you want to do serious things, but what about others?"

"Bystander ......"

Song Yuxin's rhetorical question made Tang Haoran dumbfounded, but at this time, Song Yuxin continued to speak as if he had something to say.

"Others can't think about it so much, they are thinking about protecting their tops, and they are looking at how to pick up the silver at home, this is the officialdom of the Great Qing Kingdom, scraping the ground......"

Pointing to the people living in straw huts on the river embankment, Song Yuxin's expression looked a little painful.

"Can you do it? Earning a few big bucks a day, it's just barely wrapping up, so, thinking, if the proprietor leaves this officialdom, if I don't go home, I haven't been home for 16 years, it's really hard for my daughter-in-law, I have to serve the old lady above, and I am still taking care of my son below, I ......"

"Hmmm......"

Looking at Song Yuxin with a painful expression, Tang Haoran found it hard to imagine that in this era, a person would not return to his family for more than ten years or even decades in order to seek an official.

"Jie Qi, it's time to go home and take a look,"

"But, Ziran, I think it's ......"

Song Yuxin, whose eyes were slightly red, suddenly smiled bitterly again.

"This officialdom, in this life, you are afraid that you will not be able to leave!"

"Oh?"

Tang Haoran was stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly.

"You mean foreign affairs, do you need me to make Taiwan and run foreign affairs?"

Doing foreign affairs?

Isn't it enough to be sold once? With a wry smile, after this time, Tang Haoran found that he was too naïve, always too much, and he could make himself unimpeded in Hubei with three chapters of the law, but in fact?

It's too simple to think about things yourself, this year......

What should I do if I leave the anti-smoking bureau?

Use your expertise? Please take a seat in the general office of the iron factory, so that the Hanyang Iron Works will not take so many detours? To build the Hanyang Iron Works into the largest steel complex in the Far East?

Is it that simple?

It is not so much that Zhang Zhizhi is trying to stabilize after seeing the initial results of the smoking ban, but that from the very beginning, he has many concerns about trying to run the anti-smoking bureau like a customs yamen, and this concern has been buried in his heart, and this contractor's pursuit of stability is just a fuse.

Shaking his head and sighing, looking at the rolling Yangtze River, Tang Haoran, who let the cold wind blow, was speechless for a while.

At this time, Song Yuxin suddenly burst out with a sentence.

"Ziran, if Wuchang can't be accommodated, you might as well consider going north to Tianjin, after all, it's ...... now."

Tianjin, isn't it just to take refuge in Li Hongzhang?

But what can Li Hongzhang give himself?

Give yourself a Western-style enterprise, or get into the curtain, if you can let yourself train...... Train like Yuan Shikai, but is this possible? At the time of the anti-smoking bureau, it is still possible to establish its own power in the name of anti-smoking, but in the enterprise......

Helpless and self-deprecating, Tang Haoran smiled bitterly.

"Jie Qi, don't say this again, Xiangshuai treats me with the grace of knowledge, how can I carry it......"

When the words fell, although he said the scene, Tang Haoran muttered in his heart, maybe now Xiang Shuai is thinking about how to open himself, so as to avoid the reputation of "breaking his word and getting fat".

"Ziran ......"

When the words came to his lips, Song Yuxin, who originally wanted to persuade the proprietor to make concessions, also sighed, although the two had just known each other for a month, he knew that the proprietor would never give in on principled things.

"In that case, let's take one step at a time!"

When he said this, Song Yuxin's eyes flashed with a look, there are some things that the proprietor may not be able to do, such as

"One step at a time!"

When the sound fell, Tang Haoran looked towards Wuchang City, thinking of the governor in the city, his mind sank, what was he going to do now?

Is it like Mr. Sang said, waiting for himself to go to the line?

"In that case, then you just wait!"

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