The hour is getting late, the sky is getting dark, but on the Panlou Street in the capital, there are drums everywhere, the windows are embroidered with pillars, the lights are bright, and they are as bright as day.

In the middle of summer nights, as long as people move a little, the sweat on their heads, faces, and bodies begins to seep out layer by layer.

Ma San wiped his sweat as he walked towards Zhang Jiayuanzi on the royal street.

Even if it is not as luxurious as the fanlou, but this home is located on the royal street, the terrain is excellent, you can overlook the night of the capital from afar, you can look at the abundant festival on the street closely, more importantly, this place is very lively, the outside is a crowded market for pedestrians, there are storytellers, singing all kinds of people, etc., there are people in and out all the time, and then to the inside, it is the private room, meet in this place, it is not easy to attract attention.

As a member of Taichang Temple, in the eyes of others, he is very prosperous, powerful and powerful, but Ma San has a hard time.

Kyoto is not easy.

Dajin treats officials well, but for officials, it can only be described as harsh.

Ma San received the little money every month, to be honest, even if he rented the outer gate of Nanxun, there were not many copper plates left, and there was some oil and water in the rest of the yamen, but Taichang Temple could not get any benefits.

Now there are two sentences, one is called "three classes eat fragrant", and the other is called "herds eat dung".

At this time, even if they were to be sent, they might not be able to be sent, but every year, hundreds of people who could not be sent would wait for dispatch in the third class courtyard. On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, they would raise money to give food to the monks and buy sesame oil money as a birthday celebration for the Son of Heaven.

The money they put together is called "incense money."

The third class took advantage of his authority to intercept most of the money and put it in his pocket. This share of money is not only shared by officials, but also by the officials who work below, and it is called "three classes of fragrant".

The latter refers to the herd priests who lead various workshops inside and outside the Communist Party, although they are in charge of raising war horses, and there is not much money to make, but they have another way to make a fortune, that is, to sell horse manure.

The Great Jin Dynasty did not explicitly stipulate that the money from the sale of horse manure should be put into the public account, and at this time, horse manure was very valuable, and every year, whether it was the officials of the Pastoral Department or the officials, the money allocated to the horse manure was even far more than their money.

Officials from other departments were red-eyed, so they gave the herd herding department the title of "herding eats dung".

For Ma San, whether it is fragrant or dung, it has nothing to do with him, he wants to eat, but there is no way.

Taichang Temple because of the pardon in hand, and in charge of the judgment division, since Taizong ordered to benefit its wealth, but also the general rank, everyone on weekdays is staring. The officials themselves are rich, and after the gain, even if they have no rest of their income, they can generally live a very nourishing life, but the officials are different, they have little money and no other sources of income, so how can they live?

Do you really tell him to drink dew and eat sand?

Nature is impossible.

I have to think of another way to make a living.

After following Xiao Er from Zhang Jiayuanzi, he went up to the second floor, followed the corridor of flowers and plants along the way, and walked for a quarter of an hour, and Ma San stood still outside a private room.

Xiao Er, who led the way, knocked on the door outside, and then pushed open the door carved with the autumn chrysanthemum pattern.

Before he could step in, Ma San felt a cold feeling coming from his face, and the heat of his whole body was dispelled, and the sticky hot sweat seemed to cool down in an instant. He turned his head to see a large iceberg taller than a man, a foot thick, and white mist shining out of the corner.

He didn't gasp.

It's not that I've never seen ice, but I've never seen ice like this.

Summer ice is expensive, ordinary people are rarely willing to put it, but go to the market to buy some ice and snow cold water, snow bubble plum blossom wine home to eat, kill the summer, large families are willing to put it, but at most it is to use a basin to fill it, it is almost inseparable.

Looking at this piece of ice, Ma San had no intention of looking at the rest of the furnishings and arrangements in the house, and only secretly calculated in his heart how much silver it would cost to put such a large piece of ice and wrap this private room.

While thinking about it, he kept walking straight to the middle of the hall, and saw a man in his fifties sitting at the table drinking tea, the other party had a round face, and he looked like he was a little rich and fat, and although the clothes and materials he wore were good, they were not so extravagant.

He stepped forward, saluted, and said with a smile: "Why is Li Yuanwai here in person?" ”

It stands to reason that he was born in the capital and worked as an errand in Taichang Temple, so he should know that the word "outside" is not called at will, but for flattery, Ma San did not hesitate at all.

It is said that businessmen are inferior, but it also depends on what kind of businessman they are.

This family is married to two county lords' daughters-in-law, and there is a lot of wealth in the body, in private, there are also rumors that he once went in and out with the three kings, compared with the other party, he is just a small servant, the relationship between the two is completely different from more than ten years ago, it is better to be polite.

Only then did "Li Yuanwai" put down the tea cup on his lips, revealing a smile, and he was kind, who was Li Chengwei of the Li family.

Li Chengwei smiled and greeted Ma San, but he didn't serve the food, only told Xiao Er to watch the tea, and sent the other party out.

Ma San immediately woke up.

How could such treatment be just to entertain yourself.

He couldn't help but sit up straighter, and didn't wait for the other party to ask, so he replied directly: "Li Yuanwai wants to know what the new officials in the Taichang Temple usually do, but he asked the right person, only take the recently appointed Du Pingshi, as soon as he got the post, he first looked for the statutes and laws of the Taichang Temple in previous years, and after reading it, he asked some old rules, and then asked someone to transfer the files of the previous years to check them one by one. ”

Li Chengwei looked a little interested at this time, and said: "But I don't know what kind of files these officials like to tune?" ”

Ma San said: "Most of them are prison files. ”

He briefly said the rules of the court again, and said with a smile: "This Du Pingshi started by overturning the case, and he jumped two levels in five years, and many people can't climb faster than him. ”

He also said meaningfully: "Li Yuanwai doesn't have to worry about it, it happened many years ago, and it's not a case, and there is not even a single independent file, it's just a record, and no one in the family is born, old, sick and dead...... But there's no need to be too careful. ”

Li Chengwei didn't answer, only smiled, pointed to the cup on the table, and said, "Taste it, I can't eat anything good about the tea sent from the south." ”

Ma San drank tea seriously, and after Du Tanzhi entered the Taichang Temple, he saw what the scrolls and what he did, and came one by one, and when he left, he carried a box of fluttering tea leaves out of the house.