At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"Of course, those who enforce discipline must first abide by discipline, and those who discipline others must discipline themselves first..."

I heard Mr. Zhuang say before that it is not easy for the censor of the Imperial Palace.

Who would have thought that it would be such a difficult method!

Xie Zhushu was lost in thought, and next to him was his buddy who had just entered the court with him.

With a thud, he fell to the ground.

Caught off guard, Xie Zhushu was also startled and hurriedly helped his deskmate to help him up.

When the censor of Zuodu saw this, he collected the scripture without exhausting his talent.

Then he asked someone to take his waist card, went to invite the imperial doctor, and allowed the censors to start eating.

After the meal, Xie Yuheng began to write an article, frowning in thought and changing vocabulary from time to time.

He didn't finish writing until he was close to applying. Xie Yuheng put the pen back on the pen holder and rubbed his sour wrist.

After taking a short break, he took the compiled history book from Xie Mingli's hand.

Compiling historical records requires reading a large number of official documents and folk books.

After reading them all, you can start editing.

Xie Yuheng had only watched for a while when the bell rang.

If there is no urgent or important matter, most of the officials will go to the Yamen at Shen time.

She would never go to this yamen for more than a moment!

Seeing Xie Yuheng closing the book immediately, Cui Hai, who was looking for books in the morning, curled his lips.

Appearance, pretense.

Xie Yuheng asked another editor: "This colleague, I don't know if this book can be taken home to read?"

Zhong Han pressed a page of the book with his fingers and said shyly in a low voice: "It's okay, but you need to file it with the bachelor."

"Some are unique copies, so be sure not to lose them."

"Thank you, dear friend."

Xie Yuheng placed a bulging purse beside Zhong Han's desk.

"Don't be dissatisfied with a little snack."

A few plump hazelnuts jumped out of the purse and rolled down beside Zhong Han's arm.

The hazelnut and chestnut trees, the tung and catalpa chairs, and the harp and harp.

Hazelnut is a high-quality fruit. I don’t know how much more expensive it is with this quality.

"Eh."

Zhong Han was startled and was about to return it.

I saw the young man in Tsing Yi happily holding the book and going to find his brother.

Zhong Han pursed his lips, and his toes clenched the soles of his shoes under the desk. The shoes were still in good condition yesterday.

Today during lunch, I was stepped on by a sage.

The threads were broken, and the sole and body of the shoe were separated, which made him feel embarrassed.

This hazelnut... was taken to a pawn shop and someone collected it.

Buy some thread and thread to mend the shoes, and with the remaining money, you can buy a piece of cloth for your wife to make new autumn clothes.

Because his shoes were broken, Zhong Han had to wait until everyone had left before leaving.

The two brothers, Xie Yuheng and sister, had already filed the books to be taken out of the Hanlin Academy at Du Zhang's place.

Waiting for a while outside the Common Hall, he left the palace with Xu Lu and Xie Zhuqing.

As soon as he entered the Jiangling Marquis Mansion, he saw Xie Zhushu, who had changed into regular clothes and was walking in a hurry, as if he was about to go out.

Xie Zhuqing stopped him and asked, "Why, you have an important task on the first day?"

"No, I'm just learning from Mr. Zhuang."

Xie Zhushu took out a small notebook and charcoal pen, and said seriously: "I'll go outside and take a look before it's night time."

"Let's see if there are any big grievances who don't abide by the law, oh no, Daliang officials!"

Xie Yuheng warmly reminded: "How many ministers can you know if you take off your official robes?"

Hearing this, Xie Zhushu's face fell. He could count all the ministers he knew on one hand...

"Oh my God--"

How many years and months will it take for him to leave the Metropolitan Procuratorate?

When Xie Yuheng asked the whole story, the young man stepped forward and patted Xie Zhushu on the shoulder sympathetically.

Xie Yuheng sighed and said, "It's so miserable. Fortunately, it wasn't me."

He thought it was comfort, but he didn't expect it was a knife. Xie Zhushu was heartbroken.

"It's so miserable. Fortunately...it's not me either."

Xie Zhuqing and Xu Lu patted his shoulders one after another and entered the house.

Until Xie Mingli, Xie Zhushu looked at him with tears in his eyes, "Brother Qing."

"...Mianzai!"

Afterwards, Xie Mingli also reached out and patted him, crossed the threshold, and walked into the mansion.

Xie Zhushu was so depressed that he was internally injured. What kind of harm is this to his friends! !

But that night, Xie Zhushu still received the portraits drawn by his "bad friends".

They are all sketches, but their painting techniques are slightly different. Next to the portrait, it is also noted who he is and where he works.

Although the painting is only based on memory, it is definitely different from the person himself, but it is better than nothing.

Early the next morning.

After doing the painting, Xie Yuheng sat on his desk and ate the breakfast he had brought in.

The steaming hot soup made the young man's face turn red.

Zhong Han silently walked to her side, quietly put down two tea chickens, and then quietly returned to his seat.

Xie Yuheng seemed to have never noticed it, only after eating the buns.

He peeled off a tea chicken roe neatly and gnawed it clean in a few mouthfuls.

Zhong Han, who had been paying attention to her quietly, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that Xie Yuheng would dislike her.

Although it is not a valuable thing, I heard from the doctor that children should eat more chicken to make them grow taller.

After the meal, Xie Yuheng began to write a biography of an official from the previous dynasty.

Cui Hai, who arrived late, almost stared out of his eyes.

I watched silently behind him for a while, and then found a book to compare. There was no difference at all.

His pen is full of brilliance and his writing is like the stars and the autumn moon.

After a while, the paper waiting for the ink to dry was spread all over the case.

Cui Hai felt dizzy. Did he sleep all night?

But when I painted Mao just now, it was indeed the autumn of the sixth year of Yongping, the second day of August.

Could it be that this is the difference between him and the prodigy...

Cui Hai returned to his desk in frustration, feeling decadent for only a moment, as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, as if he was competing with Xie Yuheng.

However, he hadn't finished reading the book yet, so he stopped writing and couldn't catch up.

Until about this time, Du Zhang and people from the household department came to call Xie Yuheng to discuss something.

Cui Haicai breathed a sigh of relief. Working with this guy was very stressful!

In that room, all the tools for movable type printing have been moved into the Ministry of Industry.

Yang Chengwu asked someone to pass it on, and he would definitely not let the bastard of the person she hated get even half a step closer!

The uncle didn't know about the feud between the Xie family and the Chi family, so he just assumed that she didn't like the Chi family because of Chi Bai's poisoning, which was really cute.

Xie Yuheng chuckled and stuffed the paper into his sleeve pocket.

Continue to discuss with officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs about the Beijing News investment promotion.

"As far as Jiangling Mansion Newspaper is concerned, the largest advertising space is one thousand taels of silver per month."

"Jingzhong, I don't know the revenue of the merchants yet. It is suggested that the one with the highest price will get it and it will be auctioned."

Dai Ji rubbed his ears and asked in disbelief: "How much did you say, one thousand taels a month? One thousand taels?!"

"Exactly."

Xie Yuheng looked calm and picked up the tea cup without any hint of timidity.

"If you subscribe for a year, there will be a slight discount. However, you need to conduct a comprehensive investigation and verification of the merchant's character."

"It should also be noted in the contract that if the merchant's reputation deteriorates due to personal reasons."