Fan Muye pressed his forehead, looked at the letter in front of him, and the irritability in his heart was about to burst out.

There are always people who are looking for death and want to die all the time.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a slight awe-inspiring look in his Danfeng eyes.

"Since they want to die so much, then I'm giving them this chance."

"Someone."

A servant hurried in from outside the room, his expression respectful.

"Sir."

Fan Muye clicked on the letter in his hand and said softly: "Since those people from the remote family are unwilling to rely on us, let them support themselves." ”

"Tell the bookkeeper that from today onwards, it is not allowed to spend a penny on the partially."

"If he dares to show half a penny, I will kill him!"

The little guy lowered his head, but just responded, "Oh." ”

He stood there bent over, waiting for Fan Muye's other orders, and Fan Muye only leaned slightly on the chair behind him.

"Also, go tell the old man."

"Let him move less crookedly, if you want to continue to live a good life, don't always think about taking my money to make up for other people."

Speaking of this, Fan Muye was slightly silent, and then said: "I naturally know how to "filial piety". ”

"So I'm not going to do anything to him."

"But he took my money to make up for the others, and I chopped off the hot finger."

"And let them fit together."

Listening to such terrifying words, the little guy only nodded slightly, without any reaction.

Fan Muye waved his hand slightly and let the little guy go down.

He leaned back in his chair, looking tired.

After dealing with the affairs of the family, he also has to deal with the affairs of the Publishing Department.

Fan Muye looked at the Kanyu map in his hand, with a little thought in his eyes.

The establishment of the Publication Department was not so simple, and he also heard it from Chen Ke's words before.

This is a different institution from some of the previous ones.

In fact, this organization can be divided into two parts, one of which will be the future "Publication Department", and the other part will be the "profit" of their "Fan family".

The main body of the Publication Department must be an institution that integrates printing and review, and this institution must belong to and can only belong to the imperial court and Penglaizhou.

But in another place, it's different.

It was a separate place for "printing" books, and he had heard rumors of the establishment of the "First Porcelain Department of Penglai Chau" by the Governor Chen.

As far as he knows, these institutions are "for-profit".

Although it still belongs to the imperial court institutions, and the leaders of these "system x agencies" must be assessed and appointed by the imperial court, but.... He was different from the imperial institutions.

It is equivalent to half a court person.

It is more similar to "Shangjia", but there is a "Shangjia" with a royal and imperial court background.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as "imperial merchant".

Fan Muye's hand tapped slightly on the table, and the look in his eyes was also erratic.

He didn't know how far he had to go to escape the eyes of the man.

In other words, not to escape, but to the angle that the one deliberately raised up and could not see.

When the water is clear, there are no fish, this is a truth that everyone in the world knows.

Fan Muye knew from the first day of cooperation with Chen Ke that the governor also knew this truth.

Therefore, there must be a bottom line and a passing mark.

The bottom line is absolutely and absolutely not violated, and it can't even be close to the bottom line, because if you get close to ancient times, you will really die, and it will be the death of the nine clans.

This is not something that can be solved by punishing three glasses of wine and not taking an example.

Fan Muye prefers to regard the "passing line" as the bottom line, and can be repeatedly tested around the passing line, but never one step closer to the "bottom line".

Who is more important, life and money, he is still clear.

Especially if it's really going to die.

He knew this, Chen Ke also knew, and His Majesty the First Emperor knew even more.

The tacit premise is that everyone knows that His Majesty the First Emperor will really kill people, Governor Chen will really kill people, and he will not look at anyone's face.

Even the children of the clan can kill it.

Majesty can create trust, and the politics of decisiveness and not letting the law contaminate the slightest human sentiment is the means of the first emperor to dominate the world.

Fan Muye sketched on this map, and finally exhaled.

"Whether the Fan family can take advantage of this wind and rise depends on the creation of the Fan family."

"I, the patriarch, have already done everything I can."

He pressed his brow, pressing slightly, easing the pressure on his slightly groggy head and the corners of his eyes.

..........

The gate of Penglaizhou

A notice was posted at the door again, and careful people immediately noticed that this notice was different from the previous one.

This time, the notice is blue-edged, and the previous notice representing the state notice is white.

The reader at the head was also puzzled: "Dare to ask why this notice is different from the previous one?" ”

The man who posted the notice smiled, and then said, "This is to distinguish between the different institutions; ”

"For example, His Majesty's holy decree is a paper post headed by Xuanxi, and the state-level is white, and now this is an order signed by a certain department in the state, which is the cyan edge."

It dawned on people and they rushed up to see what was written on the paper.

After reading it, everyone was a little surprised.

"This...."

"This publishing office is actually hiring?"

"You don't have to go through the exam of the anthology to enter?"

The person who posted the notice said with a smile: "Yes, the people recruited this time are not included in the official system, but they can be regarded as half a small official." ”

"It's someone hired by the imperial court."

"Wages and benefits can be guaranteed."

"But there are conditions."

He pointed to the announcement and said: "Everyone, please look at this, our Publication Department must know more than half of the characters in the "Thousand Character Text" this time. ”

"And this is only the first round of audits, and there are other reviews to follow."

"If you want to sign up, you have to hurry up."

...........

Such news spread all over Penglaizhou, of course, not only the imperial court was recruiting, but the Fan family was also recruiting.

It's just that most of the people recruited by the Fan family are recruited from within themselves.

As for the requirements, they are in line with the requirements outside.

This can be regarded as a convenience given by Chen Ke to Fan Muye.

It's not out of the ordinary.

...........

The news of the Publication Department soon spread throughout Penglaizhou, and even the people who farmed the land knew a thing or two.

After all, this recruitment does not limit the participation of those in the anthology, which shows that everyone has a chance.

Since Chen Ke came, the sale of paper loose pages such as "Thousand Character Text" began in Penglaizhou.

With land and income in their hands, the Qianshou will naturally not let go of this kind of literacy opportunity, so it is not uncommon for them to master more than half of the thousand-character texts.

And because this is a person hired by the imperial court, it can be regarded as half of the imperial court, so there are a lot of people involved.

All of them regard this as a matter of honoring their ancestors.

.........

Governor's Palace

Chen Ke sat on the recliner, looking at Erlang's legs, blowing the autumn wind in the distance, and the bells echoed in his ears.

The sound of silk and bamboo wind music was endless, and for a moment I felt that I was in the sky.

Footsteps sounded in the courtyard, and Fusu walked in silently, with a little rigor in his expression.

"Teacher, it's time for us to go."

Leave?

Chen Ke's eyes didn't open: "A few days later? ”

Fusu said, "It's about ten days away. ”

"The slaves are already packing up."

Chen Ke sighed faintly, he opened his eyes, and his face was filled with the orange light reflected by the joyful candle shadow, like a dream.

"I can go back to Xianyang, this is a really good thing."

"I don't know what happened to Xianyang's old friends."

Fusu lay on the recliner on the side, opened his mouth and said with a smile: "Teacher, you don't know them yet?" ”

"Brother Hai, I'm afraid I'm already crazy, Prime Minister Li Cheng and General Wang don't think anything will change."

He leaned in front of Chen Ke and said with a smile: "Teacher, you are not the kind of person who is sad about the spring and autumn, are you thinking of someone in Xianyang City?" ”

Chen Ke twitched his body to the side in disgust, and said helplessly: "Miss someone in Xianyang City? ”

"Who do I know in Xianyang City, don't you know?"

"Who else can I think of?"

Fu Su smiled: "Who knows if the teacher has a great friend in Xianyang?" Maybe there is a little lady who has a lifelong agreement with the teacher, but it is not necessarily? ”

Chen Ke waved his hand, not wanting to pay attention to him.

Just said, "Okay, don't talk about these useless things." ”

"Send a message to the county guards in Penglaizhou, and say that the governor is going to feast on them, which is the summary of this year."

He touched his chin and suddenly took his conscience away.

"In the future, even if I am gone, this banquet will become a habit, and at the end of each year, I will summarize the gains and losses of the year."

"Don't slack off."

Isn't it the annual meeting? Who doesn't know how to get it?

These people in Daqin should be tossed and tossed, this person is all cheap, only by tossing them, they know what they should do.

Fusu nodded, and said again: "Teacher, there should be a bait over there." ”

"It's been a big move lately."

Chen Ke sighed, with a little fun in his tone: "I heard that they were looking for someone to go to Xianyang before, and they wanted to ask Chuanyangjun to intercede, so that His Majesty could transfer me back when Feng Zheng returned to Beijing." ”

"I'm afraid they're surprised when they hear that I've been transferred, right?"

Chen Ke smiled, like a fox waiting for its prey: "It's just a pity, they don't know that the sweet honey pot in front of them hides poison." ”

"This poison is so poisonous that they only need to taste the honey to kill them completely."

Next year, next year.

Time is like spring, sparkling little by little.

Fusu also smiled mockingly: "That's their business, after all, this group of people......"

"Father has wanted to do something to him for a long time."

The First Emperor's patience with the clan was not so great, but he never showed it.

When the clan died again and again, it was not the clan that was the happiest, but the first emperor.

Because he finally had a fair reason to kill.

A glass of wine, sipping it is also a little comfortable.

The two of them lay on the chairs, constantly drinking wine, and felt the comfort in their hearts spread little by little, as unstoppable as fire.

...........

Hu Chuanjun's mansion

Like Chen Ke, these two people were drinking the same thing, and they were still drinking celebratory wine.

They felt that they must be able to arouse the emperor's suspicion of Chen Ke, because this was too simple, how could the emperor trust someone so much?

Even they don't need to do anything.

Just when the emperor asked, he directly said that everything is fine here, that everything is fine with Chen Ke, and that Chen Ke is so powerful and how majestic.

Ying Ku even smiled and said: "Hasn't our majesty always thought highly of himself? ”

"Don't you feel that you are the third emperor of virtue and the fifth emperor?"

"Let's blow Chen Ke into a saint! A saint like never before! ”

He squinted his eyes and said with a grin: "This is also thanks to the Confucianism back then, they wanted to make Kong Chuni a saint." ”

"They've done a lot of things."

"And although Kong Qiu cannot be sanctified, Chen Ke can be sanctified instead of Kong Qiu today."

Ying Ku looked at Ying Yuan and said, "Do you think Your Majesty will watch the birth of a saint?" ”

"Especially before this saint has done a very great feat to be called a "saint" now?"

Ying Rong laughed and said, "Of course Your Majesty won't!" ”

"Your Majesty will still feel that this so-called saint is a threat! As a result, Chen Ke began to have doubts in his heart. ”

"You don't need more, you just need a little bit."

"A drop of ink can turn a vat of water black, and a little suspicion can allow His Majesty to investigate Chen Ke."

"Again, no one in this world is clean."

He smacked his lips and looked at the wine glass in his hand: "Come, celebrate in advance that we are about to succeed!" ”

The two glanced at each other, and there was a slight smile in their eyes: "Hahahahahaha, come!" ”

"Let's celebrate our successes in advance!"

...........

Penglaizhou Municipal Street Outside

The newly established "Publication Administration" is here, and the establishment of the Publication Administration is very strange, even stranger than that of the Municipal Property Department.

For the time being, no one has been in charge of the Publications Department, but many of them are already in place.

They are all students from the Baijia Palace who came out of some anthologies, and these students can be regarded as studying in the Baijia Palace for three or four months.

Barely able to take on the position of a minor official here.

And the other part, that is, those who are hired, have not yet been selected, after all, this also needs to be evaluated.

Time is ticking.

Many people have received the news that Jiang Ruoang, the county guard of Langya County, and Tian Cheng, the county guard of Jiaodong County, have already come to Linzi County.

Who would dare not participate in the banquet that Governor Chen personally notified?

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was daylight on the day of the feast.

Many people were anxiously waiting, while others were constantly wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

Tian Cheng, Wei Xin, and Yu Que stood aside, like an independent son.

"Three, what are you doing standing here?"