Before dawn the next day, Qingzhou Yamen was lively.

Song Fuling hurriedly asked the official to make two batches, one for the Qingzhou Yamen to clean, and the other to clean the hotel, which is the place where the prince stays, sloppy, no dust at all, otherwise the monthly money will be deducted.

A group of officials silently greeted the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the Song Mansion Order in their hearts.

Song Fuling and the master changed into official robes early in the morning, and came to the city gate in a carriage to prepare to welcome the prince.

There were already a lot of Qingzhou bureaucrats who had arrived at the gate of the city in advance, and they saluted one after another when they saw the Song Mansion's order.

In a huge Qingzhou city, there are naturally many bureaucrats, and the division of labor is meticulous.

Under the Qingzhou Yamen, there are more than 10 departments, such as the Head Catching Division, the Prison Division, the River Protection Division, the Post House Division, the City Protection Division, the Commercial Tax Division, and the Agricultural Tax Division.

For example, the river protection department is specialized in managing rivers, of course, the function of the river protection department is not only to manage the river, but also to manage fishing.

If these ordinary people want to go to the river basin managed by the river protection department to fish, they must first pay ten yuan of peace money.

I'm afraid that you will accidentally fall into the river, and in order to ensure your safety, I will have to send someone to save your life at that time.

It's not too much to charge ten cents, right?

The ancestors all fished, and it was bitter.

I've been fishing in the river since I was three fucking years old, and I'm afraid of falling overboard? Do I need you to save me?

What can I do if I don't give it?

In short, each of these divisions has its own way of making money.

However, early in the morning, when officials at all levels gathered at the city gate to chat, they found that Zhou Dafa, the warden of the Qingzhou Prison, was wiping his sweat there.

"Brother Zhou, the sun hasn't come out yet? It's not hot! Why are you sweating so much? ”

Zhou Dafa laughed dryly, only to say that he has been weak recently and is prone to sweating.

Give a group of officials a good joke.

It's okay to go to the tick bar.

Zhou Dafa thought that you should laugh more now, it is best to laugh at this time, and quickly find someone to draw a portrait and frame it with good wood.

Qingzhou Yamen is definitely going to be washed in blood!

Song Fuling didn't dare to slack off, and after arriving at the city gate, he hurriedly stood at the front of the team.

After waiting left and right for half an hour, the official who was staring at the situation in front of him came back to report the news.

"Mansion, the team of the prince is here!"

Song Fuling and the others immediately straightened their waists, and after a while, they saw Zhao Ziyun and a group of spies dressed in white tiger robes, all riding high-headed horses, escorting the carriage in the middle towards the gate of Qingzhou City.

When they arrived at the gate of the city, Song Fuling immediately saluted with a group of bureaucrats.

"Song Zhizhang, the lower official, bring the Qingzhou officials to see the prince!"

I only heard the sound of coughing from inside the carriage, so I said: "Excuse me, I was infected with a cold a few days ago, and I won't meet you until I recover, so as not to infect you." ”

Song Zhizhang hurriedly said: "The prince is benevolent, and the officials are grateful." ”

said again: "The prince is infected with wind and cold, he should rest quickly, and the hotel has been arranged." ”

"Song Fuling has a heart, lead the way!"

"Yes, yes."

Song Zhizhang hurriedly led the team in front and led Chen Ze in the direction of the hotel.

Along the way, I saw the lively people...... Not much.

Seeing this group of white tiger robes, he was already frightened and went into the alley.

This hotel was built during the Great Sui Dynasty, and only princes and nobles and ministers were eligible to move in.

The place where the emperor lived was called the Imperial Palace, and under normal circumstances, he would not come to such a wild place as the eight southern states, so it was not built.

The hotel is not bad, divided into four courtyards in the southeast and northwest, with complete facilities, and there should be.

Eighteen hundred people can be stuffed.

When he arrived at the door of the hotel, Chen Ze called Song Zhizhang to the side of the carriage, coughed and said, "I haven't recovered from the cold, so I don't need to accompany you." ”

"Yes, yes, everything is at the command of the Son."

"I'll tell you something."

Song Zhizhang hurriedly surrendered his hand: "Listen to the lower officials!" ”

"I've been infected with this cold for a long time, and I didn't get any better, a few days ago I asked someone to help me calculate a hexagram, it turned out that I was not suitable to go out, and I didn't pick a good day to suffer."

"If you want to heal, you can only do some happy things."

"It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, today I want to set up a banquet to entertain the officials and famous families of Qingzhou."

"It just so happens that my sixteenth birthday has not passed this year, well, I will set up my sixteenth birthday banquet in advance today."

"Ah...... The 16th National Congress of the Communist Party of China, a big birthday? ”

The cough in the carriage was louder: "How? Comments? ”

"No, no, don't worry, the next official will let people handle it immediately!"

Chen Ze said again: "No, I will naturally let people do the banquet, as a parent official, you don't have to be busy, just do your own thing, and just eat with your mouth when the time comes." ”

"Everything is simple for my sixteenth birthday."

"Yes...... Be. ”

"But when I think about it, those famous families will inevitably want to give gifts, don't, it seems that the son of the world is not close to people, or the son of the world doesn't like those antique calligraphy and paintings, especially those bottles and cans, which are very annoying." Chen Ze coughed and said: "Song Mansion Order, when the time comes, you don't want to send some antique calligraphy and paintings, I don't like it, but I think Song Mansion Order will warm my heart." ”

"Yes, yes, the lower official understands, the lower official understands!"

"Alright, let's go, I'll go rest first."

Song Zhizhang hurriedly retired and led a group of bureaucrats to leave.

Halfway through, a group of bureaucrats were stunned.

"Huh!?"

"Sixteenth birthday!? Let's have a feast tonight!? ”

"Isn't this fucking bullshit!?"

A group of Qingzhou officials were staring at each other.

I don't like antique calligraphy and paintings and bottles and cans, doesn't this make it clear that they want money?

It's a good day, and the son of this world will come up and grab it!

"What's the noise!?" Song Fuling scolded angrily: "From now on, this son will be in charge of Qingzhou, and the 10,000 horses in the Qingzhou camp are all his, and if he is unhappy, everyone will die!" ”

"Mansion, this ...... How much do you have to give? An official smiled bitterly: "It's the first time we've heard of the 16th birthday." ”

Song Fuling glared angrily: "How do I know how much to give!?" ”

After finishing speaking, he ignored everyone, got into the carriage and went in the direction of the yamen.

Song Fuling also has a headache!

He is still specially taken care of by the prince, and he wants to warm the heart of the prince!

How much money does this cost to warm your heart?

Song Fuling knew that he must have had hemorrhage.

Of course, what is even more outrageous is ......

Before Song Fuling returned home, someone at home sent a message.

"Sir."

"What's the matter?"

The man didn't seem to have eased up a little, and said in a panic: "Bai ...... The white tiger robe is coming to the door. ”

Song Fuling's pupils shrank suddenly: "What are you doing?" ”

"Send, send the invitation, let me go to the sixteenth birthday of the son."

“……”

The name of a man, the shadow of a tree.

Everyone knows that the prince of Zhennan is not a good thing, and it turns out that this is a fucking brute!

I just sent you to the hotel, and you will have the invitation delivered directly to the door of the house!?

Damn, this is fucking premeditated!