Many officials in the capital are not as transparent as Old Man Li.

Hu Hanshan congratulated Old Man Li and sighed a few words: "When Long En grows up, as long as he takes the college examination and passes the Xiucai, the Li family will also be a squire in the township in the future." ”

When Old Man Li heard the words Xiucai and Squire, his old face smiled and folded, and he hurriedly hugged his fists: "Little Lao'er will borrow the good words of the great good man, and when the little grandson passes the exam, he will definitely give two water gifts to the great good man." ”

Hu Hanshan was really happy for the old man Li's family, who was a little rich and peaceful, and after confirming the conjecture in his heart, he walked on the stone road with left and right protrusions, and went to the main hall to find Zhang Youwen.

Zhang Youwen's ambition has always been to do practical things to benefit the people, from the head of the household in Jiangning County to the housekeeper of the nursing home who manages the needle and thread, there must be a gap in his heart.

Hu Hanshan was ready to comfort the follower who was recorded in the history of the Ming Dynasty, and first roughly told him that there were follow-up arrangements.

"Is this it?"

"That's right, the plaque says Nursing Home."

"Take advantage of the fact that these days are ten-day holidays, and persuade Brother Zhang well."

Before Hu Hanshan entered the main hall, he saw several people wearing blue collared clothes, with dense pleats and red cloth ribbons tied around their waists, walking in from the gate of the nursing home.

The porter learned that they were coming to visit Zhang Youwen, so he put several third-class six-room directors in Jiangning County inside.

Hu Hanshan stopped and walked to the paper window of the main hall, wanting to hear Zhang Youwen's true thoughts.

Zhang Youwen, who was immersed in dealing with trivial chores, suddenly stood up from the official hat chair with a smile on his face: "How come a few of you have time to come to Jinling, are you thinking about sneaking to the Jiaofang Division again." ”

When men are together, they are always inseparable from wine and wealth.

Several of the six-room leaders sat on the official hat chair with a smile and looked around, which was far worse than their signing room in the county office.

There are no official kiln teacups, no thin-necked blue and white spring vases, and even the official hat chairs in the main hall are a little thick and not meticulous at all.

The head of the official's house is the oldest, and he is also the oldest in Jiangning County, and his mouth is the tone of the elders teaching their children and grandchildren: "When I came over, the official had already inquired, and the people living in the nursing home were all widows and widows. ”

"You and I have worked together in a county for many years, and the official didn't hide it and said it openly, these are all dead and alive, no one pays attention to them, and there is no silver profit in the mud legs."

"You said that you are too, it is not appropriate to put a head and face in charge of the house, but you want to mix it with these old bangzi, what benefits can it be."

Zhang Youwen put down the hard brush in his hand, leaned back against the official hat chair, and watched coldly the persuasion of the head of the officer's office.

The words are good, and he looks like an elder who is all thinking about him, but in fact, it's because people go to tea and see that he has lost his position, and come over to say a few cool words, and watch his jokes.

The head of the house has been pressed by Zhang Youwen over the years, and the lawyer who found him to dredge up the relationship is far inferior to Zhang Youwen, and I don't know how much money he has lost over the years.

The head of the ceremonial room held his breath in his heart, and now Zhang Youwen was no longer the head of the house, and said regretfully: "Brother Zhang should hurry back to Jiangning County, and if it drags on for a while, I am afraid that the position of the head of the household will be held by the county's master of money and grain." ”

"We have been friends for so many years, and I really don't want to see outsiders occupy Brother Zhang's position."

Don't want to?

I can't be happier now.

Zhang Youwen looked at the ceremonial room who was talking some cool words, but he was all worried about him, and he didn't think there was anything wrong before, but now he seems to be really proficient in the way of officials.

It's just that the proficient officials are different from Zhang Youwen, who are proficient in all kinds of grain consumption and the eating and asking for fire consumption.

It's not enough to say a few words in charge of the courtroom, and it's rare to catch the opportunity to ridicule Zhang Youwen, so I have to say a few more words: "If Brother Zhang can't serve as the head of the county government, I'm afraid that your brother-in-law's position as the head of the warehouse will not be guaranteed." ”

"After all, the granary responsibility of taking care of the spring tax and autumn grain cannot be handed over to outsiders."

The head of the ceremonial room is really an old official who is extremely experienced in grasping people's hearts, and he hit Zhang Youwen's key point with one sentence.

Zhang Youwen is famous for attaching importance to his family, and his face sank: "When this official resigned from the Jiangning County household house to take charge of the case, he had already agreed with the magistrate that he would not dismiss his wife and brother's head of the barnhusband. ”

"I'm afraid, someone is getting in the way."

Zhang Youwen looked at the several third-class six-room masters in front of him, and he already knew in his heart that it was their hands and feet.

The head of the officer's room, the head of the ceremonial room, smiled and said nothing, looking irrelevant, and sat leisurely on the official hat chair.

With Zhang Youwen's temperament of never asking for people, he almost couldn't help but beg Hu Hanshan, and after thinking about it, he could only sigh helplessly.

The head of the three classes and six rooms is different from the liuguan like the county magistrate, and it is all controlled by the squires of each county for generations, and they control the most important county affairs such as household registration, the number of fields, and the payment of grain taxes in each county.

The magistrate was still thinking about being promoted, but when he saw a letter from Hu Hanshan, he was so frightened that he agreed to Zhang Youwen.

These officials in the third class and six rooms, unless they meet a great grace, it is possible to complete the most difficult jump.

From an official to an official.

The three classes and six rooms have been in control of the township for generations, and there is no possibility of promotion in this life, so they will not be afraid of Hu Hanshan, the eldest son of Hu Weiyong, the prime minister of Zuo.

The imperial power does not go to the countryside, let alone the prime minister of Zuo.

The more ugly Zhang Youwen's face was, the better their mood became, and the smile on their faces made them feel more comfortable than drinking Songjiang Mansion mustard tea.

Seeing that he had completely lost his position, the head of the ceremonial room took tea and cooled down, without any consideration: "You said that you have been pretending to be high all these years, and you have never collected fire and silver and all kinds of favor silver." ”

"What has this made me who received the money become, all of them are corrupt officials? The entire county government is a good official for you... Bah... With a fake Qinggao like you, you can't even be an official, and you can't be an official in this life and the next. ”

Zhang Youwen only had helplessness in his heart, it was really difficult to be a good person these days, and if he didn't collect cash, he became the target of public criticism and was squeezed out by others.

Maybe if you were in the same stream with these cases, you won't end up in the bleak situation of going to tea alone.

It's nothing to lose the position of the head of the house, and it makes Zhang Youwen feel sad that his brother-in-law lost the head of the warehouse.

I think that when he could be the head of the household, it was Lord Taishan who passed the position to him, not to his son.

Zhang Youwen felt aggrieved: "I'm sorry for my wife." ”

For the sake of his brother-in-law, no matter how reluctant he was, Zhang Youwen could only open his mouth and beg these people to ridicule his case, hoping that they would let go of his wife and brother.

"Is there any living person in the yard?"

Suddenly, a shrill shout rang out from the sanatorium.