My father-in-law is Kangxi

The human heart is greedy and its desires are hard to satisfy.

It is normal to go to Long to look at Shu.

Only the Fusong family was happy to be re-registered in the clan. They were happy at first, but later they were dumbfounded when they found out that Fusong alone had received the grace.

Fusong's stepmother, Ma Jiashi, asked again and again to confirm that the news was true. Fusong had "made a great contribution to the country and was promoted to yellow belt." When he got home, he cried to Fusong's Ama: "How can there be such a reason? He is a little bit." How can you achieve merit at such an old age? It’s just that there is a prince’s brother-in-law, who has been promoted. To say that our family has a large population, there is nothing to say. He only has one younger brother, and the grace is given to me, so what can I do? Nine Fujin is my niece..."

Fusong Ama is a man, and after all, he is better informed than the housewife. She knows that Fusong was indeed on errands in front of the imperial court in the second half of last year and did not show up much.

Although no specific credit was mentioned, it is definitely meritorious.

He glanced at Ma Jiashi and said: "If you are dissatisfied with the Emperor's decree, go to the Emperor and tell him..."

In this life, he is already content.

The older generation wanted to return to their clan, but never succeeded.

He did nothing here and got grace by following the crowd.

What are you still fussing over?

The key is that he knows that all the hard work is in vain and it doesn't take much effort.

Anyway, if the eldest son has a yellow belt, so will the descendants of that branch, which is more worthy of the ancestors.

Ma Jiashi choked, looked at Fusong Ama, and said unwillingly: "But there is a huge difference between a yellow belt and a red belt. An idle clan can receive a five-grade title, which is 85 taels of silver a year; Jueluo only has a small amount of silver. 24 taels a year... The clan members will be given 100 taels of silver for marriage and 120 taels for funerals. When they arrive at Jueluo, they will be given 20 taels of silver for marriage and 30 taels for funerals."

Fusong Ama hummed and said: "Isn't this good? In the future, the family fortune will be ruined and the children and grandchildren will not starve to death. They can also make up for the shortage of Jueluo in each banner. It is better than just eating and waiting to die."

Ma Jiashi stroked her chest and said, "They are all my sons. The next one is the clan, and the other is Jueluo. Don't you feel bad for me?"

Fusong Ama said: "Why do you feel sorry for me? The credit does not belong to me, and I did not work hard. I am the only one among the Eight Banners clan. I think it is glorious! If you want Xiao Er to be promoted to yellow belt, then just think It's a good way to make meritorious service, so Fusong only served as an errand for three years, and after two years of waiting for Xiao Er to become a young man, he will also be allowed to work as an errand."

Ma Jiashi said with a bitter face: "Jueluo has more people than the clan, but there are fewer children than the clan. How can we grab any errands?"

Fusong Ama was too lazy to pay attention to her, and continued to drink wine with a plate of braised soybeans and salted duck eggs.

Beautiful...  

Ma Jiashi picked up the curtain and went out, then arrived at the west wing.

Sister Fusong was already waiting and asked with concern: "Eni, what did Ama say?"

Although Ma Jiashi complained a lot, she was convinced by her husband.

It is indeed the emperor's grace. No matter how wronged or unfair they are, they have no ability to change this result.

Even if they go to Fusong's place or the prince's residence, it will be of no use.

She looked at her daughter and sighed.

Sister Fusong couldn't help but have red circles in her eyes. There was a world of difference between the clan and Jueluo, and the same was true for the clan's daughter and Jueluo's daughter.

That's his biological brother, shouldn't he get the credit and benefit his parents and family?
It's just a child, why can't Enie tolerate it?

That is Amma's son, why is he not kind at all?

*
In the Dutong Mansion, both Qi Xi and his wife were happy for Fusong.

After sending all the girls away, Qi Xi said to Jue Luo, "I thought the emperor would give me a benevolent general. Last year, the job seemed simple, but it was also hard work."

Jue Luo said: "It's already very good. If you give me a title, it will probably be in Jue Luo. If you are promoted to yellow belt, your merit will be equal."

She also knows the benefits of cowpox vaccine over human pox vaccine, and plans to vaccinate Xiao Qi next winter.

It's just that she is also a parent, so she can roughly guess the emperor's thoughts without guessing the holy will.

Most of the merit of the acne vaccine will be kept by Brother Jiu.

Qi Xi also thought of this. He didn't feel happy, but was a little worried, saying: "In the end, Brother Ninth's title will not be lowered. Don't be too conspicuous by then..."

Jue Luo was not very worried and said: "Brother Jiu has a temperament here. He doesn't have a palace. Even if he gets a high position, he won't arouse people's fear."

While the couple was talking, there was movement outside. It was Fusong who was back.

It happened that Lejia's ginseng arrived today, so Fusong brought two boxes over.

Although he nodded in front of Shu Shu, he did not plan to give away these two rare boxes of good ginseng, but planned to buy another gift.

It happened to be the winter month, and it was time to prepare for the New Year's ceremony. He planned to buy a few horses of good material and some exquisite food, put together half a cart and send them there.

It looks decent and doesn't cost half a stick of ginseng.

"My son got some good ginseng sticks. These are reserved for Amma and Enie..."

Fu Song came in, greeted the two of them, and offered ginseng.

When I opened the Jueluo family, I found one that was older than fifty years old and one that was younger than thirty years old.

Jueluo didn't say anything about not spending money. The parents just accepted the wishes of their children, always pushing them back and forth, and the filial son was too tormented to be filial.

She just said: "How many tubes did you get in total? Did you keep them for yourself?"

Fusong said: "Four, I don't need these. The other two are going to be sent to Brother Zhang. They will be given to Prime Minister Zhang and his wife later..."

Jueluo frowned slightly. Young people don't need this, but it's better to have some when you get married. Women can't live without ginseng when they give birth.

However, she immediately stretched it out, and her side was closed first.

Prepared ginseng is durable in storage, and the medicinal power will be lost after too long, but it will still be fine within three to five years.

Qi Xi looked at Fusong and said: "Take your time, don't be in a hurry. If you have more merit, you can be promoted to a clan title. You are eighteen now. When you are fifty, you will leave a middle title for your children and grandchildren, even if they belong to this family." Zhongxing Zu..."

Fusong nodded and said: "Well, my son is not in a hurry..."

He was truly happy, not for anything else but for the word "marriage".

He wants to "get closer" to his brothers... In the future, the two families will become one family and their friendship will last for generations.

If he still had the embarrassing status of being dismissed from the clan before, he would be embarrassed to follow Amma and Eneti.

My sister is concerned about the distance of blood and doesn't like "kissing each other", but Fusong doesn't want to stop eating because of choking.

The marriages between the Eight Banners are mostly based on close relatives, which has its shortcomings. However, they are only a minority. There is no clear conclusion as to why.

Jue Luoshi didn't know his little plan, so he just ordered: "Now that others are watching, don't be too ostentatious. Do whatever you were doing originally. It will be fine after a while."

Fusong also knows that the excitement in the capital comes from time to time, and he knows his own weight...

*
After having lunch at Dutong Mansion, Fusong left.

He still lives in the back courtyard of the Prince's Mansion. He is on the east side of the second courtyard, and his west neighbor is Zhang Tingzhan.

Zhang Tingyu has rented another house and moved out. It is still in Nancheng, but it has been replaced with a better yard.

During the summer, the house leaked and several ancient books were damaged. When I was looking for a house again, I chose a more expensive one.

The colleagues who shared the same apartment at the beginning also lived separately.

Their origins are too far apart, so they are reluctant to be friends, and each of them is uncomfortable.

This time we moved again, and there was no trace of alienation.

Fusong greeted the Zhang family's concierge and mentioned that he wanted to visit Zhang Tingzhan after he returned from the Yamen.

The two families live next to each other, and the two of them have a good relationship, so they don't need to be so unorthodox as posting.

The concierge didn't ask for help, so he went in and reported to Mrs. Gu.

Gu gave birth to a son at the end of July, Zhang Tingzhan's third son, and it is now a hundred days old.

Guizhen Gege started working on her back and forth in early August and gave birth to a little Princess.

The eldest daughter of the Manchu people is as precious as her son, and the couple is very happy.

When Mrs. Gu heard the report from the concierge, she knew that Fusong had something to do with her master. Otherwise, even if they lived next to each other, they would only come during the holidays.

She was afraid that her husband would be delayed in the Yamen, so she ordered the porter: "Send a boy to the Yamen to tell the master..."

So as not to be delayed at the Yamen or have any other errands and come back late.

The porter responded and went to the front to find the boy and went to Taichang Temple.

*
Although Zhang Tingzhan was a Ci official, he was not a pragmatic person. Especially in the past few years, he had been serving as a ceremonial officer in the Prince's Mansion. He was immersed in it and paid attention to the details of his errands. As the Minister of Taichang Temple, he became more and more comfortable in his job.

On this day, he also received news from the outside, knowing that the emperor had given grace to the Jige clan and Jige Jueluo, and he was also happy for Fusong.

As long as the identity is correct, there will be less trouble.

Otherwise, the clan is not a clan, and the ordinary bannermen are not the ordinary bannermen. If the children and grandchildren want to take the Eight Banners imperial examination, they will not be able to do so. No one will look at them. If they are stared at, they will always be exposed.

Now that the clan status has been restored, there is a way out if clan imperial examinations are allowed in the future; if clan imperial examinations are no longer held, clan vacancies based on written examinations can still be taken.

But his good mood only lasted less than half a day. In the afternoon, when he was about to go home early, he was blocked by his younger brother Zhang Tingyu.

Seeing Zhang Tingyu frowning and not smiling, Zhang Tingzhan felt unhappy and reminded: "This is a happy event, for Brother Yu Fusong, and for Yu Xiaomei..."

Zhang Tingyu disapproved and said: "Brother, our family is different from the Fucha family. We are both from a bachelor's family and we are married to the clan. For the Fucha family, it is the icing on the cake, but for the Zhang family, it is just a flaw."

Zhang Tingzhan said: "You are studying Chinese in the Hanlin Academy. When you come out, you will go to the South Study Room. How dare you act like a scholar in front of the emperor? If you really want fame, then hang up the title, become a hermit in the mountains and write books. Say it immediately."

Zhang Tingyu said helplessly: "Brother..."

The two brothers are now drifting apart, just because they have nothing to do with each other.

He looked at Zhang Tingzhan and said puzzledly: "Brother was not like this before, how could he not know that people's words are scary?"

Zhang Tingzhan looked at him and said seriously: "How good is my father's reputation? In the eyes of Jiangnan scholars, my father was criticized as an unfilial and unjust villain. In your eyes, my father is unfilial and unjust? Is he a villain?"

Zhang Tingyu shook his head and said: "Brother, you know that's not what I'm talking about..."

He planned to follow the example of his father and follow the path of a Ci official.

My brother is halfway along this road.

The two brothers are more than ten years apart, so they can succeed in their official careers.

In the future, younger brothers and nephews will also die one after another, and the Zhang family will become a troubled family.

Maintaining the position of a Han official, becoming a leader among the Han officials, and aiming to become a cabinet minister is the path that his brother should take.

Zhang Tingyu looked at his brother and felt a little flustered.

Zhang Tingzhan didn't want to tell him anymore. He just said: "You should figure it out for yourself. What do you want? Don't become more biased and become a joke..."

After that, he passed Zhang Tingyu and left the yamen.

Since he wants to follow the path of the emperor's close ministers, how can he have a good reputation?
The higher you stand, the more criticism you will receive.

If you care so much about people's opinions, you shouldn't be an official.

Nowadays, great bachelors are all called out by the emperor from time to time. How can they have any reputation?

It happened that the boy at home arrived at the door of the Yamen and was about to find someone to pass a message inside.

Seeing Zhang Tingzhan coming out, the boy stepped forward and told him his purpose.

Zhang Tingzhan didn't delay, got on his horse and headed home...

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