Chapter 33 Worrying about the people and worrying about the country

"Hehe~"

Anyway, Zheng Sanjun is also a second-class member of the imperial court, he glanced at the little guy standing at the door secretly, and secretly prepared to go back and change him.

"Let's talk about it! What is the need to see me?"

Zheng Sanjun didn't even give up his seat, and directly blocked him in front of the private room, so that he didn't even approach the table. This time, Fan Yun, who was able to enter the door, would not be able to.

"If you were in the government office, you would be at least three feet away from the old man. If you are in the old man's house, the old man will stand at the door of the outer study and say a few words to you. For the sake of your sincerity, the old man gave you the opportunity to speak within three steps. Why, you still want to have a cup of tea?"

"You~" The thin man behind Fan Yun was a little unhappy, and was about to step forward over Fan Yun, but was stopped by Fan Yun stretching out a fan.

"Do the merchants of the Ming Dynasty have a lot of money? Many! How's it like to have a lot of people drowning their feet? Isn't it just a matter of wearing silk at home? He might as well wear it out for people to see? There are words, there are farts. Don't delay the old man and his friends to eat and drink."

"Fifty thousand taels of silver, one printing office, in exchange for five hundred Jingshi resettlement refugee places."

"Who, and where did they come from?"

There is a black market transaction in the number of refugees resettled outside the Beijing Division, which Zheng Sanjun has heard of. This time, under the leadership of the emperor, the resettlement conditions for the refugees from Jiaozhou Prefecture were very good. Not to mention anything else, just waiting in line for Beizhili to distribute Koutian made many homeless people in Daming envious. Not to mention, in the process of waiting in line, the imperial court also provided work such as road repair and land reclamation, and the monthly salary was not a lot.

However, 50,000 taels plus the 20,000 taels of silver in front of you are enough for 500 people to live a good life. Not to mention that he and Huang Weizheng were talking about printing just now, and they rushed to send out a printing office. It is really necessary for someone with this ability to do this.

"Our owner turned out to be a coated slave of Houjin, born in Liaodong. Our owner originally gambled on gold to win, so he bought chips and put them on the table. Now it looks like Da Ming is still good, and Liaodong can see that it will be a draw. The big boss registered with Houjin, so naturally he couldn't come back, and he had to die in Fengtian Palace. But the big boss still has a son, and this can't be ruined for the sake of Houjin. I am the second son's person, so naturally for the sake of the little master, I will see if I can find a way to survive here with the two adults."

People are very charismatic, and they are very single.

"Isn't this a scholar from Shanxi? I'm afraid that the second young master of your family can't stand the hardships of this labor."

Zheng Sanjun mentioned that his throat and eyes fell into his stomach again. This matter is actually just right, it is in the place where the court law rubs the edge, but it does not step on the top of the red line.

In fact, they are just not familiar with the path of the imperial court. In Zheng Sanjun's view, as long as this matter can follow the path of Zhao Shujiao, and casually pinch a tune of "grateful for the homeland and resolutely return", it will not cost a penny, and it will also benefit from the imperial court. He was pondering, Huang Weizheng seemed to have guessed what Zheng Sanjun was thinking, and asked directly:

"Perennial in Liaodong, shouldn't you be familiar with Zhao Shujiao Old General Zhao, no matter how bad it is, it is not difficult to find a way to garrison Dengzhou."

"If you go back to your lordship, there must be a way. But the two adults in Liaodong are not unaware that there are many spies in General Zhao and Dengzhou City. My little master wants to be a peaceful dog, but he doesn't want to frame his old father to death."

"That's not enough." Huang Weizheng shook his head directly.

"Fifty thousand taels of silver, not enough for your master to be a dog."

The words were not good, but the words had already been spoken, and Zheng Sanjun nodded at the maid.

"Grab a seat and serve."

Fan Yun smiled slightly, bowed and sat down.

"Lu Xianggong's subordinate Qin Keping is my student, and when he was in the Ministry of Industry in the early years, the old man took good care of him." Sitting is sitting, but Huang Weizheng and Zheng Sanjun are completely as if there is no such person. very

Soon, Biyun and Si Qi also returned, and these two were even more interested. With a large glass of wine down, Huang Wei said to Zheng Sanjun.

Zheng Sanjun shook his head, indicating that he had no impression of this person at all.

"We were all working there, and we used to be in construction, and then we stayed in the river for a while. Originally, the canal had already been released, if it weren't for the old man's bright eyes, he would have stuffed him in when Lu Xiang was promoted to Beizhili. Tut-tut, if it's still on the canal now, it's hard to say. Look at the Shangshu of Yingtianfu."

This is the skill of these big officials and ordinary people to chat. They never emphasize their own importance, but they do highlight their uniqueness by reciting heroic genealogies and talking about confidential matters.

So, in this case, it's important to have a good compliment.

Therefore, Zheng Sanjun naturally took over the topic.

"You slipped him over that day, and you watched from the sidelines, and I told him."

"Why don't I have someone pick him up now?"

"Forget it, people are still in Baoding, and Lao Lu is also ruthless in employing people, so I can't tell where I am now. Sheng Mingkuan of the household department, can you speak?" Zheng Sanjun asked.

"Not familiar, what's the use of him?"

"Then I'll go tell you, I still have some incense with him. Isn't he facing Henan Province in the household department? Refugees in Liaodong can't do without military documents, but they don't need to be in Shanxi, Henan. Let's ......."

"Done! Let's see you another day, if you can. You, you! You have more resources in the imperial court than me, so you are idle there?" Huang Weizheng is a little hated for the meaning that iron does not become steel.

"Some of the incense accumulated during the imperial examination is not big, but it is not small. I don't usually bother to move around."

The two of them were talking about things as if no one was around, the girl next to them was patiently pouring wine, and Fan Yun was eating with a calm face.

"There is no part of Chen Zilong in Xishan Qianzhuang." As soon as he turned his head, Huang Weizheng suddenly asked Fan Yun.

The words were vague, and he directly pointed out Chen Zilong's name. Zheng Sanjun knew that this was a test, if he could understand it, this matter would be considered a decision, if this question was not clear, then the later things would have to be reconsidered.

"No, but our master has a little bit of a part."

As soon as he finished speaking, a stack of 50,000 taels of silver tickets was placed in front of the two of them. Even Zheng Sanjun is a person who has seen a lot of money, but he was also shocked by the temperament of this one who exudes a sudden wealth.

He was about to say when people gave money just now, "How do you tell me to divide the 50,000 taels between me and Lord Huang."

I didn't expect that people didn't have a total of 50,000 taels, but 50,000 taels per person.

"Recently, the little one has nothing to do in the capital, if the two adults are running errands, they can be ordered at any time."

After that, he looked at the expressions of the two again, and then said:

"If you talk about the novelty of thinking, the city can also express a little respect for the two adults from all over the world. But, to say more interesting, there is no queue here. If the two adults are fine, why don't you go and sit with the grass people?"

The next day, Zheng Sanjun, who often gets up at night when he is ugly, slept until noon. Si Qi walked slowly to change his clothes, and Zheng Sanjun stretched his waist from the bedroom that was called a grass house to the front hall.

In the capital, the well-built houses were decorated with thatched huts, which was also too in line with the mentality of Zheng Sanjun, a self-proclaimed scholar. In the living room, Liu Jun's "Visiting Putu on a Snowy Night" hangs, and several bitter bamboos stretch behind the transparent glass. It is not only able to enjoy the beautiful view, but also not affected by the weather.

Bang ta, Huang Wei was pulling his shoes and walked over.

"It's been a long time since I've seen Sanjun sing so young."

Zheng Sanjun smiled refreshedly.

Huang Weizheng put a document on his desk.

"My house in Willow Alley will not be lived in by your chess girl." As he spoke, he took the tea from the shy Si Qi.

"This is the title deed of the house here that people gave you, as well as the sprinklers, the cook, and the maid

The Covenant of the Seven."

At this time, there may be tens of thousands of taels of silver tickets on his body, Zheng Sanjun seems to have become atmospheric, and said to Si Qi.

"You are the master mother here, these things still need *** heart, you put it away first."

Then he looked at the painting on the wall and said to Huang Weizheng:

"You say, 'Is it better to put the lamb in first, and eat it slowly, than to take some silver?"

"That's nature, that's nature."

After that, the two looked at each other and laughed.

"Then I won't delay you from enjoying this little day, my house is next door, come over in the evening, let's drink together."

When he got out of the house, Huang Weizheng didn't know what he remembered, and laughed again. Only then did he leisurely walk back to the study in his room, remove the bookshelves, burrow into the ground, walk for a while, and return to Zheng Sanjun's feet.

Fan Yun sat there quietly.

"All dealt with?"

"Deal with it, Fan-sama."

Fan Yun stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Your emperor taught me a lesson in Korea, and that was the biggest failure of my life. But haven't I come back again?"