"Your Majesty!" Han Du couldn't help but exclaimed when he saw it.
Lao Zhu seemed to have not heard Han Du's words at all. He just stared at the torch rolling in the air and then falling to the floor of the warehouse. After rolling it for several times, it still didn't go out. Instead, the grease inside flowed out, drawing a fire mark on the ground. Finally, the torch hit the old banknotes and stopped. The flames instantly ignited the old banknotes, and the fire quickly increased.
I created you with my own hands, and today I destroyed you with my own hands. I don't need you anymore because I have something better. I will never again recklessly plunder people's wealth to enrich myself, and I will not allow others to plunder people's wealth. Absolutely not!
"Set fire, burn!" In just three words, Lao Zhu didn't leave without even turning his head after speaking.
The guards of Yiluan Division only obeyed Lao Zhu's orders. When Lao Zhu gave the order, they kept throwing torches into the warehouse.
Han Du glanced at it and backed away helplessly.
A raging fire soon broke out from the roof of the warehouse, turning the entire warehouse into a blazing red mass. Huge flames shot up into the sky, quickly attracting even the people from the city patrol department. But when they saw that it was Yi Luan Si who was taking action, they turned around like a mouse after seeing a cat, fearing that they would get into trouble if they stayed for a moment longer.
Han Du also left with Xiong Ting. The old banknote matter was settled, and he could finally take back the glass industry in a legitimate manner. In order to help Lao Zhu recycle old banknotes and help him make up for the big hole left by the Yin Chi Mao Liang in the past, all the glass produced in recent years has been made into various mirrors and sold all over the Ming Dynasty, even in various country.
Apart from getting himself a few beakers and test tubes, Han Du never occupied the glass production.
Glancing at Xiong Ting who was following him step by step, Han Du suddenly stopped.
Xiong Ting didn't pay attention for a moment and almost bumped into Han Du.
"Forgive me, Mr. Marquis, I was distracted."
Han Du looked at Xiong Ting and suddenly asked: "Do you want to be an official?"
Be an official?
Xiong Ting, who had been a scribe for several years, dreamed of becoming an official. But first of all, he has no connections and can't find anyone to help him. Secondly, his family is not well-off, and there is no extra financial resources for him to woo noble people. He originally gave up hope, but he never expected that his uncle would introduce him to work under Han Du.
After several years of diligent training under Han Du, he finally got what he had dreamed of.
"Young man, thank you Lord Marquis for your support. Mr. Marquis has been so kind to me, and I will never forget it."
"It seems you are willing," Han Du glanced sideways at Xiong Ting who was kneeling on the ground, "Then you can come to Shibo Division tomorrow."
"City, Ship Division?" Xiong Ting was a little confused.
"Yes, it's the Shipping Department. Those wastes can't even collect taxes and keep accounts. It just so happens that you can take over." Han Du complained, looked back at Xiong Ting and asked, "What? You don't want to?"
The officials of the Shipping Department will naturally not be as useless as Han Du said, but their past experience is indeed of little use to Han Du. It's not that they don't know how to collect taxes and keep accounts, but Han Du thinks their efficiency is too low.
"Yes, I am willing." Xiong Ting thinks that he can be an official. He doesn't care where he goes at all, but he is still very happy to be able to go to Shibo Division. It's not that the current Shibo Division is very good, but he feels that if he can continue to follow Han Du, he may have the opportunity to be promoted in the future.
"Then you can go directly to the Shibo Department tomorrow."
"yes."
After Han Du left, Xiong Tingdu still stood there a little at a loss. After being happy for a long time, I suddenly remembered that I should thank Xiong Shi. Thinking of this, Xiong Ting immediately set off and rushed to Xiong Shi's home. Along the way, I also bought a roast duck and a roast goose, and also brought a letter of sweet-scented osmanthus cake.
When Xiong Ting came to see Xiong Shi, he happened to meet Xiong Shi who had just returned from his job.
"What are you doing? What good things are you doing today?" Xiong Shi couldn't help laughing when he saw what Xiong Ting was holding in his hands.
Xiong Ting suddenly beamed with joy and quickly said to Xiong Shi: "Uncle, come into the room and talk, come into the room and talk."
"Okay." Xiong Shi took Xiong Ting into the house without urging.
Xiong Ting handed the things in his hands to his aunt and walked into the house with Xiong Shi.
"Tell me, what good thing is it that makes you so happy? Did you go out and pick up money today?"
"I'm happier than finding money."
After Xiong Ting finished speaking, he paused for a moment before continuing: "The Marquis of Zhenhai has promised me to be an official today and wants me to go to the Shibo Department tomorrow."
"Being able to become an official means that your long-cherished wish has finally come true."
Xiong Shi was drinking tea with a smile, but suddenly thought of something, and quickly put down the tea cup that was brought to his mouth. Looking at Xiong Ting with wide eyes, he asked hurriedly: "Wait a minute, where did you just say that Marquis Zhenhai wanted you to go?"
"Shibo Division, what's wrong?" Xiong Ting was confused.
"Do you know what kind of government office Shibosi is?" Xiong Shi swallowed.
"I don't know." Xiong Ting said matter-of-factly. Since he accepted the Mingjing Zhai, he has to focus on making mirrors, and is responsible for selling mirrors. He also has to count and record the old banknotes one by one and seal them. He is busy every day, so he has time to care about the market. What kind of yamen is Si?
Xiong Shi was choked, but he didn't care at this time. He quickly warned: "Well, it's okay if you don't know Shibo Division. This may be a good thing for you. But there is one thing I want to warn you. After arriving at Shibo Division, you will get the money you deserve. Don’t take a penny less, but you must never take a penny from money you shouldn’t take, remember?”
"Yes, remember!" Xiong Ting nodded blankly.
"You have to keep it in mind." Seeing that his nephew was a little dazed, Xiong Shi gave another instruction.
"Yeah, remember it very hard."
Seeing Xiong Ting agree, Xiong Shi breathed a sigh of relief. Xiong Ting suddenly laughed when he saw that stupid people have stupid blessings. Shibosi may not look very good now, but Xiong Shi believes that this Yamen will definitely become a place of infinite beauty in the future.
The yamen of the Ming Dynasty were also divided into fat cadres and qingshui yamen. Naturally, most officials liked fat cadres and disliked qingshui yamen. But there are only so many vacancies in the capital, how can everyone have room for them?
Xiong Shi was able to stay in the Baochao Lifting Division, but he spent a lot of energy and financial resources in the past to barely keep his position. And now, Xiong Ting has unexpectedly entered the Shibo Division, a yamen that is destined to be a good job in the future. This is really a blessing that he has cultivated for many lifetimes, and it makes Xiong Shi envious.
