Wang Zhen has been very upset recently, thinking that after returning to Beijing, he can give He Wenyuan's father and son a dismount, and even imagined He Wenyuan's expression of losing his beloved son, but God is not beautiful, and most of his subordinates have lost most of them.

"Miss Lu Yao, I will tell the emperor about this later."

"Tell me? You dead eunuch. After Lu Yao finished speaking, the smile on Wang Zhen's face froze, and his face became ugly, if he didn't know that this Lu Yao was the famous shadow assassin Wu Liuqi with red sleeves, he would have to be killed, or he would rely on having a backer, look down on the eunuchs, and one day have the power in his hands and kill all the arrogant dogs with red sleeves.

"Then Miss Lu Yao, wait a minute."

After speaking, he walked into the distance with a black face, returned to his room, called a little eunuch, and ordered him to go to the imperial study to serve the emperor, while Wang Zhen lay on the couch.

Outside the door, Wang Li walked in. When he just came back, Wang Zhen called someone to call him.

"Godfather, what do you have to tell your son to come?" When Wang Li came to the door, he knelt down and asked while beating Wang Zhen's leg.

"Why do you ask you, what happened to me in the previous stage, causing me to lose so many people, my son... I don't think this is the end of it, why don't you look for you, it doesn't mean you're fine. ”

Wang Zhen closed his eyes and said in his mouth, but the sound of rubbing against the jade ring in his hand became heavier and heavier.

Wang Li hurriedly increased his strength, and the speed of beating his legs in his hands also increased, and he replied: "My son knows, my son has already rearranged it the next day, this time my son spent a lot of money to gather and buy some rangers from the rivers and lakes, all of them are good hands, there are the gossip gate heirs Shang Xingzhou, the senior brother of the Ma family's Zhiquan generation, Ma Tianqi, and..."

Wang Zhen opened his eyes, his eyes were like beans, staring at Wang Li, and raised his hand to interrupt Wang Li.

"Okay, don't tell the family, you can take care of these people yourself, don't make trouble in the capital. This He Wenyuan's son He Qiaoxin is also a troublemaker, and at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there have been many fights related to him.

Recently, the emperor is not very satisfied with the safety of this Jingshi, especially the assassination of His Royal Highness King Yu in Huaxian Tower, the emperor said, Confucianism is chaotic with literature, and chivalry is forbidden with martial arts, and your son should know what the family means. ”

"My son knows, don't worry, godfather, I'll be keeping an eye on them recently."

Wang Zhen nodded, stopped touching the jade ring on his right hand with his left hand, stood up and walked to the window, looking outside.

"My son, the He family called you here today, one is to tell you, I am afraid that you will do something wrong again, the He family and you all rely on the emperor's Enlong to be beautiful, so don't be confused.

The second is to ask you to do something, and find out for me who is in charge of the Red Sleeves, why did you arrange the shadow assassin Wu Liuqi into the palace, and also arranged it by the side of the Empress Dowager Zhang, obviously the Empress Dowager is their person, don't make a noise about it.

He Wenyuan and He Qiaoxin don't care about it for now, you go and tell Lu Yu, you two will figure this out for the He family first, go ahead. ”

"Yes, godfather, my son will do it immediately, and my son will retire."

"Hmm!"

In the imperial study, Zhu Qizhen looked at Lu Yao opposite and felt an indescribable feeling, this feeling had only been felt in Yang Hong's house.

"Your Majesty, the slave Lu Yao has seen the emperor, and the Empress Dowager Zhang asked you to go to her bedroom for a meal and catch up with the old days."

Putting away the thoughts in his heart, Zhu Qizhen replied: "Got it, you go back." ”

In the Guozi Prison, Meng Fei looked at He Qiaoxin opposite angrily, this He Qiaoxin thought that he had won a Xie Yuan, and he was also known as a prodigy, so he could ask for leave casually, and he would have to ask for five years.

"Master Meng, the student has to ask for this leave, you will be accommodating."

"Qiao Xin, why are you confused, you understand the yuan in the middle of this year, study well in the Guozijian, if you go well the year after tomorrow, you can take the exam, become a jinshi at the age of twelve, and when the time comes, we will all get a bright future."

Meng Fei knew it with affection and moved with reason, but He Qiaoxin on the opposite side was unmoved, and replied directly to Meng Fei: "Master Meng, because of this, students have to ask for leave, and their studies must not be broken, but it is impossible to be in the Guozijian, and it is impossible to participate in the imperial examination in the past few years. ”

Meng Fei sighed, looked at He Qiaoxin opposite, and felt that the legend had ended, thinking that he could witness the birth of a demon, but he didn't expect the demon to plan to hide it.

"Okay, Lord Sacrificial Wine said after you broke the Yuan last time, if you are not so high-profile, maybe Wang Zhen's dog eunuch will not trouble you, since you all think so, you are welcome to return to China to study in five years."

"Master Meng take care, I will definitely come to visit Master Meng when I have time."

"Qiao Xin also take care."

He Qiaoxin bowed and bowed, then turned around and walked towards the outside of the Guozi Prison. In the past year, He Qiaoxin has been managing and going to the printing house and publishing house less, and his development has a downward trend.

got into the carriage, opened the curtain, and said to He San, who was standing outside: "Third uncle, let's go." ”

"Okay, boss." He San answered, sat down next to the coachman, and the carriage began to move slowly, gradually throwing Guozijian away far, far away.

Rushed to Tongxian just in time for the printing plant to open at noon, got off the carriage and took He San straight to the canteen, the factory has been built for so long, He Qiaoxin has not come to the canteen of the printing factory.

When I arrived at the cafeteria, I found a place to sit down, and saw He Qiaoxin sitting here alone, and there were workers from the printing factory sitting next to him one after another.

Seeing that there were only a few nests on their plates, a little bit of fried pickles, and only a little bit of meat foam mixed with the fried pickles, He Qiaoxin couldn't help asking:

"You eat this every day? Just a little bit of meat? ”

The workers all looked at He Qiaoxin in surprise, and intuitively felt that this was a person who did not eat minced meat, and the food in the printing house was much better than the food provided by other workshops outside.

A worker of about forty put down his chopsticks and rice bowl, pointed to the food on the plate and said, "Childe doesn't know, the food in our factory is good." I used to work in the printing workshop, and there were only two nests for each meal, which was like our factory was not enough to add, as well as pickles fried with meat foam, and white rice. ”

"That's it, when I went to work before, the monthly money was less than 100 yuan, and the food was the same as a beggar, how can it be like now that the monthly money is two!"

"Tomorrow will be the monthly money, I plan to buy a roast duck for my son to taste, I also have a tooth sacrifice, hey."

As if it had caused a chain reaction, the workers next to him expressed their satisfaction with wages and meals one after another, He San came back from dinner, and when he saw this scene from a distance, he stood in place and did not come.

He Qiaoxin heard the sounds around him, and only then did he react, after he came to this era, his daily life was full of fish and meat, forgetting that this era is not as good as that of later generations, but he didn't expect that he would actually perform a Jin Hui Emperor.

Seeing the words of the workers around him with what He Qiaoxin understood as hope, he was full of emotion for a while, and the establishment of the publishing house brought a new way out to a group of readers, but he did not expect that the establishment of the printing house serving the publishing house brought the livelihood of ordinary people and the yearning for a better life.

With a smile on his face, he finally knew in his heart what the big thing he was going to do, he thought that it would be a big deal to make a newspaper and earn enough money for himself to have food and clothing, but now that he thinks about it, he has the thoughts and knowledge of the future, and he can't help but be ridiculous.

At this time, He San walked over with the food of the two, and when he passed by the workers, the workers all stood up and said hello to President He. He Qiaoxin looked at it and knew that He San had run into the factory a lot, his popularity was quite good, and everyone respected him.

"Boss, the food is here, the canteen is not as good as at home, I'll let them make it a little more fine for you."

He San's words were heard by the worker next to him who was the first to speak just now, looking at He Qiaoxin, and then thinking that the boss behind the scenes was He Qiaoxin, the Xie Yuan of Shuntianfu this year, he knew who was sitting here chatting with them.

The worker hurriedly knelt down and said, "Little Wei Datou has seen He Jieyuan. ”

The workers in the canteen around you also said a word, and I knelt down to give He Qiaoxin a salute, for He Qiaoxin and them, these workers are regarded as reborn parents.

Stretching out his hand to help Wei Datou, He Qiaoxin stood up, bent down and said, "Everyone get up, life is not easy, you have the right to be my own junior, you don't have to salute me, Qiao Xin can't stand it." ”

He San stood behind He Qiaoxin, looking at He Qiaoxin who helped up the workers one by one, tears flowed on his old face, he remembered that He Qiaoxin had always regarded him as an elder, not an ordinary subordinate, and the third young master had been kind since he was a child.

Ah Da is not here, if he knows that He San is this idea, I don't know how to feel. He Qiaoxin said that a group of people sat down to eat with peace of mind.

He Qiaoxin sandwiched the chicken thighs in his bowl to Wei Datou's plate, and without waiting for Wei Datou to speak, He Qiaoxin listened to He Qiaoxin say: "This chicken leg is really unpalatable, you can eat it, the cooking skills of the chef of this printing factory are not good!" ”

Knowing that he was afraid that he didn't want to, he deliberately said it to himself, Wei Datou was still very moved, and lowered his head and gnawed on the chicken legs.

"Ahh That dog day said bad things about me again, Niang Xipi, I want to be the first god chef disciple in Jiangnan, because I have no sense of taste, I went to a workshop near the capital to make a big pot of rice cook, it's really a ghost God doesn't have eyes. ”

The person who spoke was clear-eyed, polite and elegant, and in He Qiaoxin's words, she was a special mother, but what she said in her words was very vulgar.

He is the newly recruited chef of the printing house, named Chu Xiaohan, a native of Yangzhou, and his master is Liu Yuzhou, the first chef in the south of the Yangtze River, but half a year ago because of the loss of taste, his master expelled him from the division, and after several twists and turns, he finally came to Tongxian to apply for the cook of the printing house.

"Why is it so light?" The more He Qiaoxin ate, the more he felt that the dishes were very light, as if he didn't put salt.

He San smiled and said to He Qiaoxin: "The boss doesn't know, this new chef is the apprentice of the first chef in Jiangnan, and he costs ten taels of silver a month. ”

Glancing at He San suspiciously, He Qiaoxin didn't speak again, took another bite, looked at the workers who were eating and drinking around him, and He San, who showed a look of appreciation on the other side, still felt something strange.

In the back kitchen, Chu Xiaohan sneezed again, and scolded in a low voice while cleaning up the knives:

"It's the turtle son who scolds Lao Tzu."

……