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Fei Yinghuan closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage, and couldn't help but complain, "This idiot, the governor of Wei, is used to putting on airs. I'm afraid he is a corrupt official who only knows about party disputes. The people of Jiangxi are suffering."

Zhao Han asked, "Isn't it rumored that Governor Wei is honest and frugal?"

Fei Yinghuan smacked her lips and said, "I'm afraid he is clean and thrifty!"

Free is often the most expensive.

An official who advertises his incorruptibility, secretly greed to kill, is not something that can be done with three melons and two dates.

Wei Zhaocheng turned over two deputy imperial envoys before he got the position of governor of Jiangxi. Will he leave obediently if he doesn't eat too much?

Sweeping the cards on the table, Fei Yinghuan suddenly became interested: "There is still some way to go to Jiaxuan's tomb, Lao Wei, sit down quickly and play cards with me."

Wei Jianxiong sat cross-legged, grabbed the cards and asked, "Why are there so many cards?"

Jiu Po ​​said as if offering a treasure: "Brother Han has a new way of playing cards, playing two decks of cards together. Four cards can open the Kong, and the number of flowers on the Kong is much more. You can also play the right pair. It sucks to touch..."

"It sounds pretty new, let me explain the rules in detail." Fei Yinghuan smiled.

So, everyone started playing mahjong again.

Fei Yinghuan, Wei Jianxiong, Zhao Han, and Jiupo sat at a table, Qin Xin continued to massage her shoulders, and Jian Dan sat next to the eldest young master as a card skill consultant.

After a few laps, Fei Yinghuan was finally familiar with the rules, and it was indeed much more interesting than the previous gameplay.

Young Master Fei said happily: "Old Wei, take out the money and send it out. You can't have fun without the lottery."

Wei Jianxiong took out a few hangings of Jiajing Tongbao, and each person on the table got two hangings, and Fei Yinghuan paid for winning or losing, and he could get money even without playing cards.

As for Governor Wei, Fei Yinghuan had long forgotten it.

On the boat next door, Hu Mengtai, who was born in the Yongping Hu clan, doesn't seem to want to serve Governor Wei anymore.

Hu Mengtai was more interesting, too lazy to waste any more time, suddenly went out of the cabin to the bow, and fell into the water with a "pop".

"Master fell into the river, Master fell into the river!"

The boy screamed in panic.

Fei Yinghuan was trying to make up her mind when she heard the shout and immediately ordered: "Swipe over to save people! Touch, Ba Suo!"

The river was very lively, and several nearby passenger boats worked together to rescue Hu Mengtai.

Fei Yinghuan did not allow everyone to move the cards, walked out of the cabin, and asked across the boat, "Is Brother Hu okay?"

"My young master passed out." Hu's family boy shouted.

Fei Yinghuan said, "Quickly send it back to the county town for medical treatment."

The Hu family's boat hurriedly turned around, and when the two boats crossed, the unconscious Hu Mengtai suddenly blinked and smiled secretly at Fei Yinghuan.

Fei Yinghuan slapped her thigh and sighed: "How come I didn't think of such a clever plan? Brother Hu is really talented."

Wei Jianxiong said, "How about we fall into the water too?"

Fei Yinghuan scolded: "Idiot, you can't do it again, you're just embarrassing!"

Zhao Han was speechless, who are these people?

Chapter 023 [Selling Officials]

The ship was docked, and the autumn rain came suddenly.

The county magistrate Feng Xun held an umbrella and asked, "Yao Haigong, the rain is cold and cool, do you wait for the rain to stop before going ashore?"

"Mild wind and drizzle, it's a good time!"

Wei Zhaocheng pushed aside the umbrella held out by the servant, leaning on a trekking stick, and chanted as he walked: "Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating leaves, why not sing and walk slowly. Bamboo sticks and sandals are lighter than horses, who is afraid? Misty rain has lived forever..."

Feng Xun gritted his teeth, and simply put away the oil umbrella.After thinking for a while, he put on his big hat again, and quickly chased after him: "Yao Haigong is handsome and open-minded, and he can be a confidant of Mr. Dongpo!"

Seeing this, the scholars behind them collected umbrellas and hats, and went to Xin Qiji's former residence under the autumn drizzle.

"Sir, don't we use umbrellas?" Wei Jianxiong asked.

Fei Yinghuan said: "Follow, bring your umbrella, it's not raining much anyway."

Zhao Han was quite excited, after all, it was the former residence of Xin Qiji, so he could appreciate the sages in the air.

Hearing that the governor is coming to worship, the local chief has been waiting for a long time.

There are many people with the surname of Xin nearby, some are descendants of Xin Qiji, and some are descendants of Xin Qiji's servants.

The surname of the rior was Xin, and he led the governor all the way to Piaoquan, and introduced: "This place is the former residence of the ancestors."

"The mountains and rivers are beautiful, it's really a good place to retreat to the countryside!" Wei Zhaocheng repeatedly praised.

Xin Qiji had two villas in Jiangxi, one was Jiaxuan Manor, which was burnt to nothing.So Piaoquan Manor was built again, and he died here, regretting his long death.

Zhao Han was squeezed into the crowd of people outside. He was young and short, jumping on his feet, and finally saw the famous Piaoquan.

Immediately regret it, it is better not to watch.

It is a mountain spring that flows into the ladle-shaped stone pit.

However, two-thirds of Xin Qiji's handed down poems are created here, including the sentence: "I see how charming Qingshan is, and I expect Qingshan to see me as it should be."

Zhao Han suddenly thought of Qin Huai Bayan, wondering if that Liu Rushi had started a business.

Wei Zhaocheng took a scoop and scooped water in the scoop spring. After tasting it, he was full of admiration: "It's pure and sweet, and it's the only one in the world. You can drink the spring and taste it."

They are all local scholars, how can they not drink the spring water?

Oh, let's just pretend I haven't had one.

All the scholars came forward one after another. You took a sip and I took a sip. They were full of praise, as if they were drinking the nectar.

Suddenly, the autumn wind blows, and the rain drops like beans.

He didn't care about the misty rain and Ren Pingsheng, Wei Zhaocheng covered his head with his hands, ordered his servants to quickly hold an umbrella, and then trot back to the boat to hide from the rain.

Come in good times, and come back in defeat.

Xin Qiji's cemetery was halfway up the mountain, so he definitely couldn't go to pay his respects, so everyone returned to the county town by boat.

Zhao Han stood at the door of the cabin, admiring the fleet under the rain, and then thinking of Governor Wei's face, he couldn't help feeling sick.

Fei Yinghuan also came over to enjoy the rain, and said in a happy mood, "It's really just in time for the rain, otherwise I'd have to go up the mountain with me. If I have two or three best friends, it would be an elegant and happy thing in my life to visit Mr. Jiaxuan's grave in the rain. But Everyone here is clinging, and it will only disturb the spirit of Mr. in the sky!"

Zhao Han pointed to more than a dozen ships in the distance: "Are those yamen servants?"

"No, most of them are temporary servants." Fei Yinghuan shook her head and said.

Temporary servants are ordinary people who do white jobs for the government.

In order to accompany the governor on a tour of the mountains and waters, the magistrate of Qianshan recruited many civilians to serve.Not only did they not pay wages, the people had to bring their own food, and even those boats were recruited for free.

In addition, the wine, food, melons and fruits prepared for mountain climbing are also collected from the relevant servants.Even if you give up halfway, don't go to the mountain to sweep the grave, and you won't return the supplies, there is a high probability that it will be divided up by the soap officials!

That is to say, Wei Zhao's trip on a whim may cause some servants to sell their sons and daughters.

What's even more terrifying is that Wei Zhaocheng is planning to go to the Goose Lake Academy!

It belongs to the Holy Land of Neo-Confucianism, and it has been abandoned for a long time.Once the governor comes to worship in person, he must follow the official procedures and carry out simple cleaning and repairs.If it costs a few hundred taels at least, or more than [-] taels, the finances of Qianshan County will collapse immediately.

And what can Wei Zhaocheng get?

reputation!

Ehu Academy is the place where Zhu Xi, Lu Zuqian, Lu Jiuling, Lu Jiuyuan and others gathered to give lectures, thus laying the cornerstone for the prosperity of Neo-Confucianism and Psychology for hundreds of years.

Wei Zhaocheng can make a name for himself in the world by simply worshipping and repairing it.

Returning to the county seat, he sent Governor Wei back to the hotel to rest, and Feng Zhixian immediately summoned many scholars for a meeting.

Facing a gang of talented people and scholars, Feng Xun's attitude was as low as a gray grandson, and he almost said in a begging tone: "You are all talented people in this county, and Duke Yaohai wants to repair the Ehu Academy. This is a great feat. I also invite friends to go home and tell their elders whether they can donate some money. The county government is really poor, and if they can give out [-] taels of silver, it is a waste of money..."

Feng Xun did not lie, and the lead mountain official did not have any money.

Hekou Town, one of the four famous towns in Jiangxi Province, a thoroughfare of eight provinces, and a trade center.Ehu Town, the commercial road with the shortest distance from Jiangxi to Zhejiang.Yongping Town, the only business road from Jiangxi to Fujian!

Only these three towns can make Qianshan County financially abundant.

But no tax!

Moreover, in the huge Qianshan County, there are only more than [-] people on the official list, resulting in not much miscellaneous taxes.

Feng Xun, the magistrate, was extremely aggrieved.

As soon as the county magistrate called for donations, all the scholars collectively turned into Tai Chi masters.

Goose Lake Academy is in a remote location, and unless the great Confucianism of the world comes to teach in person, it will not recruit students at all.This dynasty has been repaired several times, and each time it is abandoned, it is purely a thankless thing.

Let the gentry and the rich give money, invite and buy fame for the governor, and help the magistrate to please the Shangguan, you can go away!

"Xianxian Zun, there are important things in the younger generation's family, so I will say goodbye first."

"The county magistrate of Haojiao knows that in a family who is born in a low-income family, he has to rush back to take care of him if he is born late."

"Xianzun, the younger generation is suffering from cold in the rain. At this time, the headache is splitting, and I want to ask the doctor to prescribe two decoctions."

"The county honorable..."

For a time, all the scholars were scattered, and Feng Zhixian was so anxious that he wanted to cry.

Seeing that Fei Yinghuan was about to leave, Feng Xun didn't care about his face, so he stepped forward and grabbed it: "Brother Da Zhao, can you have another cup of tea?"

Fei Yinghuan smiled and said, "I've been drinking a lot of tea today, so I'm in a hurry."

Feng Xun took Fei Yinghuan's hand and said, "I'll go to the toilet with Brother Dazhao."

Fei Yinghuan was too lazy to put it on again, and said directly: "The Fei family has no money."

Feng Xun stretched out a slap: "For 5000 taels of silver, Wei Futai can recommend the county magistrate, not a small county, but a magistrate of a large county. This is a sure-fire business. If you change it to another, you have to pay tens of thousands of taels."

Fei Yinghuan smiled and said, "He is a governor, can he recommend the magistrates of major counties?"

Feng Xun explained: "Wei Futai's mentor is Zhan Rugong (Chen Yuting), the leader of the Donglin Party. Wei Futai himself is also deeply favored by His Majesty. Is it a fluke to be promoted to eight levels in one day?"

The word "Tao Lao" has existed since ancient times, and it often appears in daily communication and letter notes.

"The county magistrate needn't say more, if I wanted to be a magistrate, I would have already brought my money to the Ministry of Personnel to donate officials." Fei Yinghuan refused directly.

Feng Xun anxiously said: "This magistrate is not the magistrate of that county. There are few official vacancies in big counties, let alone only 5000 taels of silver. Don't miss this opportunity. Time will never come again!"

"Farewell!" Fei Yinghuan walked away.

"Ugh……"

Feng Xun sighed alone, and did not care about his face, so he wrote directly to the big family with Juren, helping Wei Zhaocheng to sell officials in black and white.

But this official is really not easy to sell, unless you are too old, everyone thinks about getting a jinshi.

Even if they really plan to donate officials, they have their own way, why should they find a new governor?

The only selling point is that there are only 5000 taels left to buy the chief official of the big county, which is similar to the discount promotion activities of merchants...

Wei Zhaocheng's abacus is exquisite, thinking about selling officials to make money, and thinking about repairing the Ehu Academy to gain fame!

on board.

Zhao Han asked, "Young master, what's the matter?"

"Ah!"

Fei Yinghuan slammed the bulkhead and scolded: "Blatantly selling off officials, you don't want to lose face, this Wei should be killed!"

Wei Jianxiong muttered, "My surname is Wei too."

Fei Yinghuan said angrily: "This Wei Zhaocheng has been a minister of science and Taoism for many years, and he has never been able to find a chance to make money. Now that he has been promoted to eight levels, and he has been assigned as the governor of Jiangxi, he is impatient to sell officials everywhere. Listen. Said that he has been inspecting the prefectures and counties for the past few months, and he thinks that he has been selling officials all the way to the lead mountain. For the sake of money, he really doesn't even want noodles!"

"Maybe he's in a hurry to recharge his performance." Zhao Han sneered.

Fei Yinghuan asked, "What is the performance charge?"

Zhao Han smiled and said, "Slip of the tongue, nothing."

Wei Zhaocheng was in a hurry to sell officials everywhere, not just for money.

You can also make friends with local nobles, take in the children of gentry as students, and send minions and minions to various places as officials.Layers of gangs formed factions, so the Donglin Party grew and gradually controlled the right to speak from the central to the local.

Fei Yinghuan was being hypocritical here. His father, who was far away in Ehu Lake, was very happy to receive a letter from Feng Zhixian.

As long as 5000 taels of silver, you can buy a magistrate of a large county. This deal is too cost-effective!

On June [-] and Double Eleven, I have never seen such an honest merchant. The discount has already hit a comminuted fracture. If I don't place an order quickly, it seems that I have lost [-] million.