Shen Biyao gave Zhang Wen a pair of words, saying that this pair of words was worth five thousand taels of silver. Zhang Wen took it out of the long box and slowly opened it to see that it was a regular script font, the font was solemn and large, simple and majestic, majestic, and had the demeanor of Yan Zhenqing. After opening half of it, the current content is the record of Magu Immortal Altar, and it is indeed Yan Zhenqing's words...... Or copying.

Zhang Wen couldn't tell whether such a realistic character was genuine, and remembered that Shen Biyao had just said that it was worth five thousand taels, I'm afraid it wasn't genuine, and the authenticity must be more than that, so Zhang Wen asked, "Which dynasty is the copy?" ”

Shen Biyao said: "Song." When Mr. Zhang went to see Mr. Zuo, he should be able to use it. ”

Zhang Wen thought about it, and it didn't matter if the student gave the teacher calligraphy and paintings, so he accepted it. Zhang Wen rolled up the calligraphy, put it in a box, and arched his hand: "If there is nothing else, let's do it like this, farewell." ”

He couldn't see Shen Biyao either, and after saluting, he turned around and wanted to leave, when Shen Biyao suddenly called out to him. Zhang Wen turned around again and asked, "Is there anything else wrong with Miss Shen?" ”

Shen Biyao's voice trembled a little: "I always feel that Zuo Guangdou is unreliable, he can be a member of the three grades, without the support of the Donglin Party, it is impossible, at this time Li Ruzi is friendly with many Donglin people, Zuo Guangdou may not easily fight with Donglin." ”

Zhang asked, of course I understand, but what else can I do now? But he was relieved: "Lord Zuo has the people in his heart, and he won't watch the people of Zhejiang can't afford to eat salt, I have a way, Miss Shen, please be relieved." ”

Shen Biyao said again: "If things don't work out, can Master Zhang come again?" ”

"Okay." Zhang Wen replied casually and walked out of the bamboo building.

When the oncoming cool breeze blew, his mind was cold, and he was suddenly a little stunned, and he didn't know if he could see Shen Biyao. He suddenly wanted to see what she looked like, Zhang Wen shook his head, his heart was at this time, what else did he want to do.

Zhang Wen took the pair of words given by Shen Biyao, and went to the branch of the Metropolitan Procuratorate to find Zuo Guangdou. He was greeted by Zuo Guangdou's student, the scribe who sent Zhang Wen the "Fuqiu Poetry Anthology" last time, dressed in simple cloth clothes, but he must have been an official of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

"I didn't ask the teacher's brother to have a big name." Zhang Wen asked with a smile.

The scribe said: "Don't dare, don't dare to be honored by the senior brother, avoid the high surname Su, Su Cheng, and the word Yiyi." Mr. Zhang, please. ”

Zhang Wen's heart was cold when he heard this, this Su Cheng was called Zhang Wenchangyan last time, and now he has changed his words to Master Zhang. Zhang Wen suddenly felt that there was no hope for this matter, Shen Biyao was right, Zuo Guangdou can achieve three grades, it is definitely not just by integrity, listening to the tone of Zuo Guangdou's student Su Cheng, Zhang Wen guessed that Li Ruzi's people had already contacted Zuo Guangdou.

But it had already come, Zhang Wen couldn't turn around and leave, looked at the calligraphy and painting in his hand, Mom Laozi might as well sell it and distribute the money to those poor people in the west of the city, so he turned around and handed the box to the sword, and walked in by himself.

Zuo Guangdou's room for receiving guests was very simple, and at this time, Zhang Wen was unhappy in his heart, looking at this simple environment and saying: You are a third-grade master, and your protégés are all over the world, so you don't have a point to express it? I just want to make such an appearance.

Zuo Guangdou, who was wearing a casual robe, saw Zhang Wen walk in, and greeted him casually: "Changyan, please take a seat." ”

"Xiaguan meets Lord Zuo." Zhang Wen bowed and only called Lord Zuo, since no one regards you as a protégé, why bother to stick a hot face to that cold ass?

Zhang Wen sat down on a chair on the west side. Zuo Guangdou sat on the north side, picked up the teacup and asked for tea, and then said, "I don't know what Changyan is here for?" ”

Zhang Wen said tentatively: "The salt on the market in Zhejiang has risen fifteen times, which is four taels and five dollars a pound of silver. Now the price of rice is only seven yuan per stone, and one catty of salt is equivalent to the price of more than six stones, more than 700 catties of rice, and ordinary people can't afford to eat salt. ”

Zuo Guangdou said with a sad face: "The old man inspected Zhejiang, and when he saw such a situation, he was also worried. The old man has written to the emperor to get rid of the middle and nano as soon as possible, as long as the salt policy is corrected, the price of salt will soon be stable. ”

Zhang Wenxin said that now that the two parties have not yet reached a result, which side will take the blame? Rectify the ...... as soon as possible Zhang Wen's heart suddenly cooled, thinking to himself that I had just sat in the position of the salt class, should I be guilty of it? It's good now, take me to blame, both sides are satisfied, it's a tie. The military budget has also been sufficient, and the private pockets of all parties have also swelled, so I will find someone to cry out for injustice?

There are also some other people who have grievances and have nowhere to shout, everyone is swollen, and who are the people who have been exploited to cry out for grievances? Any party, it's all landlords, who can you find?

At this time, I saw Zuo Guangdou looking at Zhang Wen with pity, and said: "If this kind of salt strategy drags on for one day, the people will suffer one more day, we can't just take care of fighting back and forth, we have to consider the people, and we must try to end this matter as soon as possible, Chang Yan understands?" ”

Zhang Wen was dumbfounded, the people who dare to love are thinking about the suffering of the people, think about it carefully, it's really like that, the Donglin Party is so backbone, of course it won't be a waste of the people of the Zhejiang Party, why are they willing to reconcile, isn't it for the sake of the people?

Yes, that's right.

Zhang Wen felt that in order to save his life at the Jingshi Noon Gate, he escaped from the battle, which really left a great trouble, which would be revealed. Putting Zhang Wen in the position of being promoted by the salt class is actually a back move arranged by the two parties together, in case they can't hold each other, they will use Zhang Wen as a shield. No wonder Li Ruzi believed Zhang Wen so easily, doing that was tantamount to sending his own future, Li Ruzi really couldn't think of any other reason except for believing that Zhang Wen was really cowardly. In fact, Zhang Wen didn't see so far at that time, he had just been an official for a few years, how could he see through everything?

"Yes, Xia Guan understands." Zhang Wen said dejectedly, at this time, even if the crying father shouted that the mother pretended to be pitiful and pretended to be a grandson, it was useless.

Zhang Wen walked out of the branch of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and was extremely depressed. His tragedy stems from not admitting defeat, Li Ruzi's family was strong enough, he insisted on touching it, but he refused to accept it, and he had no foundation, and he was admitted to the Jinshi just by relying on a lot of energy, but as a result, it was not easy to become an official, and it was not easy to play with others, and he became what he is now, desperate.

If he had bowed his head and been convinced, he would still be his landlord honestly and live a small life. This is how many people who are bullied come over.

Zhang Wen Tie returned home with a blue face, and the yamen did not go, at this time it was pouring rain in the sky, and Zhang Wen stood in the rain, his body was wet.

Zhang Ying carried an oil-paper umbrella, walked into the rain, covered him from the rain, and the two were silent.

Zhang Wen's mind was a little confused, and at this time he thought of Shen Biyao, probably because of the sympathy for the same disease, Zhang Wen always thought of her today.

At this time, light makeup came over with an umbrella and said, "Boss, someone outside the door wants to see you." ”

Zhang Wen didn't want to say a word, and stood still.

Light makeup came over with a piece of red paper, and said: "This name card was received by the porter, but there is no writing on it." ”

Zhang Wen glanced at the red paper, and his heart was excited: Zhu! Could it be that the prince is still in Hangzhou?

Zhang Wen ordered someone to open the courtyard gate, walked out, and saw a carriage parked on the street. At this time, the curtain opened a corner, stretched out a white hand, and hooked his finger to Zhang Wen.

The rain ran down Zhang Wen's forehead to his eyes, stinging Zhang Wen's eyes so that he couldn't open them, and he squinted his eyes and looked at the finger......