"The letter has been received. The affairs of the Salt Division will be handled by others. Uncle Yi is in a noble position. He should think of recruiting talents for the court from the weak. Don't disturb others!"
Yang Yinqiu had mixed feelings in his heart when he read the reply from Ci Fuyong Xingong.
Although Mr. Yongxin was still very polite to him in the letter, the implication was almost clear.
The meaning is simply that if you are a Ti Xuedao, then you should do your best to Ti Xuedao. Don't worry about anything else. I guess you don't have the ability to take care of it.
To know why Xia Yangqiu replied like this, we have to look at Yang Yinqiu's previous letter.
In his letter, he first summarized the reason why he did not persuade Xu Song. It was simply that Xu Song was cunning and refused to let go.
Then he wrote in his mind that since the news of the imperial salt law reform spread to the southeast, the big families in Huaihe and Huaihe have taken action one after another.
Especially the Songjiang Shen family, which has always coveted the Gangshang, heard that they were raising funds recently. The old chief minister also wrote to his disciples to build momentum, and it seemed that they were bound to win the Gangshang of Lianghuai.
Yang Yinqiu originally thought that if he volunteered to serve as the teacher's eyes and ears in the southeast, the teacher would forgive him for his previous mistakes in the Xu family's affairs.
But he didn't expect that the reply was like a basin of cold water, which chilled his heart.
Following Xia Yangqiu's letter, there was also a letter from my brother Yang Yinchun.
His elder brother Yang Yinchun and younger brother Yang Yindong were both teachers at the home of Xia Yangqiu, the second assistant. Although they were teachers, they actually did not teach the young ladies of the Xia family to read, but served as a staff.
The letter from the eldest brother was very simple. In fact, Xia Yangqiu had no objection to his second brother at first.
But recently, there was a fierce fight between the two parties over the appointment of officials of the Salt Department with Qin Chief Assistant. Xia Yangqiu looked angry every time he came back from duty.
It is estimated that as soon as Mr. Tsusuke was angry in the duty house, he thought of the scene where his brother confirmed the letter in the letter... Therefore, Mr. Jisuke has always been unhappy.
There is another thing that has been spread in Beijing. It is said that this year's hospital test in Nanzhili has produced the first small three yuan in Nanzhili since the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Cifu was quite happy at first, but when he found out, he turned out to be a descendant of the Xu family in Hailing.
The examiner of this subject is his good student Yang Yinqiu.
According to Yang Yinchun, after Xia Cifu heard that this little Sanyuan was from the Xu family, he scolded him in front of the Yang brothers to see if Yang Yinqiu had a brain problem.
Yang Yinqiu was so full of grievances that he didn't know who to talk to.
Is this what he wants?
Even if he broke his head, he wouldn't have guessed that those two masterpieces were actually written by this little guy Xu He.
Besides, at that time, in front of Peng Ruyu, he gave up all the talk of being the head of the case and the first place. Do you want him to break his promise to enrich himself?
"But Xu He's article is really good!" Yang Yinqiu felt as wronged as a little daughter-in-law.
Thinking of this, in order to restore the impression in the minds of the teachers present, he picked up a pen and silently wrote the two articles Xu He wrote in the college examination and the poem on the letter paper, and then sent it to his eldest brother, asking him to show it to Duke Yongxin. At first glance, if you don't give a case report for such an article, wouldn't it be against your conscience?
Yang Yinqiu almost cried when he thought about his conscience.
"I'm already this old, and yet I've lost my conscience by being in the officialdom! No wonder I disappoint Mr. Yongxin!"
Thinking of this, Yang Yinqiu crumpled an article he had just recorded and threw it on the table.
At this moment, a servant outside the door suddenly reminded: "Master, the sedan chair is ready outside, it's time to go to the Hairpin Banquet!"
Yang Yinqiu was upset. He didn't want to participate but had to. After a long time of mental exhaustion, he reluctantly raised his butt and said: "I know!"
…
Shanyang Hou Mansion, west across the courtyard.
Xue Ju, the Marquis of Shanyang of this generation, was looking at Zhong Zhong's son and wanted to strangle him to death.
"Normally, dad doesn't care about you, but this time it's related to the future of my palace, and you won't tolerate your petty temper!"
The young Marquis Xue Yongzhi, who was standing at the bottom, held his neck and said in a loud voice: "Dad, my child has been fond of wielding swords and guns since he was a child. When he grows up, he wants to be like our great-grandfather, who relied on his kung fu to stabilize the country, but you let the child sacrifice. If you use your looks to please some princess, the child would rather die than obey!"
"You~!" Xue Ju was so angry that the veins on his neck throbbed when he heard this, and he cursed: "Our Xue family is a distinguished member of the Wei Dynasty. On the surface, we are in charge of the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies, but nowadays, all military campaigns are controlled by civilian officials. How can we And what’s the matter with our nobles? Now the Ministry of War is even more superior to the Governor’s Office of our Five Armed Forces. Over the years, the appointment and dismissal of the military attachés who have reviewed the Governor’s Guard Office have been taken away by the Ministry of War.”
"We, father and son, and the nobles of Nanjing city, can't even leave Nanzhili without the emperor's will. You still want to lead the army to fight? What are you dreaming about?"
Xue Yongzhi had heard these words thousands of times, and he said angrily: "That was before, but now, the Jiubian and Liaodong Tartars are in turmoil, the southeastern Japanese pirates are rampant, and civil unrest is everywhere. It’s okay to play some tricks, but if we mount a horse and kill the thieves, the court will still have to rely on warriors like us in the end!”
Xue Ju was so angry that he lost his soul after hearing this. Nowadays, the noble warriors have been at peace for more than a hundred years, and there are still a few who can mount strong horses and draw strong bows. Only his stupid son sits in Jinling every day and has unreliable dreams.
Besides, can the emperor of Beijing really trust their nobles?
If he was relieved, why was his grandfather deposed from the throne and directly reduced to a marquis just because he accepted a bribe of one hundred taels for no reason?
One hundred taels, it was all a joke, and the boss in Beijing was ashamed.
Which noble family would accept a hundred taels of bribes? It’s not enough for a meal of wine on the Qinhuai River.
But there were some words that Xue Ju did not dare to say even in his own palace.
Nobles like himself have always been the top priority for the imperial guards to secretly infiltrate.
In case there is any dissatisfaction with that person in words, Mr. Lu of Jinyiwei is that person's loyal dog...
In the conversation between father and son, one couldn't say more and the other didn't want to say more. The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Just at this time, a servant of the Hou family reported outside the door: "Little Marquis, the young master Shen Xuan from Shenge's hometown in Songjiang is visiting. He said he wants to attend the hairpin banquet. Please ask the master, Little Marquis, to help him get it!"
After just a few words of discord with his father, Xue Yongzhi said quickly: "Please wait a moment, Mr. Shen, and tell me I will be there soon."
Seeing that his son was about to run away, Xue Ju said angrily: "I don't care about you this or that. The princess will follow the prince to Jinling to pay homage to the ancestor's mausoleum soon. You are not allowed to run around during this period. You must stay at home and follow my arrangements!"
Unexpectedly, Xue Yongzhi turned around and said: "What's the good of being a prince-in-law? I can only stay in the prince-son-in-law's house every day like a resentful woman, waiting for the princess to be lucky. I can do whoever wants to do it. Anyway, I won't go!"
Xue Ju was furious: "You rebellious son..."
