Seeing Jingdong's teacup fall to the ground, Jingtian smiled slightly.
She smiled softly and called the maid to wash the tea cup and make another cup of tea.
Seeing Jingdong's painful look, she smiled sweetly: "Master, this is a rare opportunity."
"What chance, madam, are you still joking about being a husband? I have offended everyone in the court, and there is only one way to die." Jingdong's face was livid, he was extremely angry, and his chest was heaving.
"A blessing in disguise is a blessing in disguise?" Mr. Jingtian smiled softly and said calmly while drinking tea, "Official, you always know this."
"I know, what's the use of knowing? I can't wait for my husband now." Jingdong kept circling the table, his chest rising and falling, and he said a little angrily.
Jingtian smiled sweetly again: "Official, if you take care of this matter, wouldn't every one of the officials outside owe you a favor?"
"Madam, please stop laughing at me. That boy Zhao Ping only promised to give opportunities to the children of officials in the Ministry of Civil Affairs, but he didn't say anything about opportunities to the children of other officials." Jingdong was extremely embarrassed and still kept talking about the case.
Jingtian smiled sweetly again and said calmly and calmly: "Officials, the Nu family remembers that the little saint promised to give opportunities to officials in the capital, and did not say that he would give opportunities to officials in the Ministry of Personnel."
"Here, let me think about it." Jingdong stopped turning at this time and sat on the chair, drinking tea and thinking.
Mr. Jingtian didn't disturb him, and drank tea quietly while adding water to his teacup. ???????????????
Jingdong tried hard to recall, and then slowly said: "Letting the children of the officials study in Zhaojiazhuang Academy was proposed by the Chief Secretary of the Tang Dynasty. Zhao Ping promised that children of officials from the capital could come."
After he finished speaking, his eyes lit up, but then dimmed again, and finally he looked up at Mr. Jingtian.
"Officials from the capital can come." Jingtian thought for a while, then answered, analyzing the cocoons, and his eyes lit up. "The little sage's answer is not only for the chief secretary of the Tang Dynasty, but also for the officials. Although it is ambiguous, there are some A glimmer of hope.”
"Madam, it seems that officials from the imperial court and various departments in the capital have almost arrived. Behind them, there are hundreds of officials, big and small. What should we do?" Jingdong put down the teacup in his hand and couldn't help but He rubbed his forehead, obviously distressed.
Seeing Jingdong's gloomy and ugly expression, Jingtian put down his tea cup and said softly: "Official, it's not that there is nothing we can do."
"What's the solution? Let me tell you." Jingdong felt that his hair was turning white. He looked at Jingtian as if he was grasping a life-saving straw.
Jingtian smiled slightly and said as gently as possible: "Officials, how many officials are there in the imperial court who are above the eighth rank?"
"Eighth rank official?" Jingdong thought for a while, then asked in surprise, "Why do we need eighth rank? Isn't seventh rank enough? You know, the county magistrate is only seventh rank."
"Official, the magistrate of the county is in the seventh rank, and the slave family knows it." Jingtian smiled bitterly and reminded hurriedly, "But do you know, official, that the father of the little saint's future wife, Yu Rushun, is only in the eighth rank?"
Hearing this, Jingdong broke into a cold sweat.
Although Yu Rushun is only the eighth-rank Prime Minister of Dali Temple, he is far inferior to him.
But he had a good father, Yu Jie, who was a second-grade bachelor and Minister of the Ministry of War.
There is no way. Although Yu Sunru is only an eighth-grade official, he is the father of his wife.
If they start from the seventh rank, they will naturally despise Yu Rushun, which will be detrimental to their daughter. After all, her daughter is a concubine and has to consider these things.
Not only that, but in the future, after her daughter and Zhao Ping become predestined, they will have to visit him frequently to improve their relationship.
You must know that although Zhao Ping was young and unmarried, her concubines were not young. From now on, these concubines will be under the control of the head wife.
Now he and Yu Rusun are both officials in the capital, so they can get closer to the water and get the moon first.
"There are about a thousand officials above the eighth rank." Thinking of this, Jingdong couldn't help but sigh, his face turned livid, "It's a pity that Sanniang has suffered so much."
He couldn't help but feel sad at the thought of giving Sanniang to Zhao Ping as a concubine.
"Official, please don't sigh. Whether the little saint is willing or not is still unknown?" Seeing the ugly expression on his face, Mr. Jingtian hurriedly comforted him.
Hearing this, Jingdong became even more unhappy: "He dares to do this. I want to find an explanation from him."
"Officer, the key to this matter lies with the little saint." Knowing that Jingdong was unhappy, Jingtian quickly changed the subject, "Anyway, Sanniang is also talented and beautiful, and she is also a lady in the capital."
Jingdong blushed when he heard that she was a lady.
He is just a sixth-rank official who can barely support his family. He has little relationship with everyone. He is just a lady in the capital, with both talent and appearance.
"Madam, I'm roasting on the fire now. If it's not taken care of properly, it will be scorched." Jingdong was so worried that he kept rubbing his hands and looking at Jingtian longingly.
Jingtian was not as anxious as Jingdong, and remained calm and calm: "Guanren, don't worry. The slave family will handle Sanniang's matter properly."
"Madam, if Sanniang's matter is taken care of, the issue of the children of Beijing officials enrolling in Zhaojiazhuang Academy should be easily solved." Jingdong could see now that as long as he became Zhao Ping's half-father-in-law, other matters would be easy to handle.
Thinking of this, he felt relieved and sat down to drink tea quietly.
Jingtian nodded. Hearing that there were thousands of officials, he felt as if he had been stabbed and gritted his teeth.
She swallowed her saliva and then said with difficulty: "Officials, these officials, no matter how many gifts they give, we don't want a penny."
It was really heartbreaking for Mr. Jingtian to receive so many gifts and receive nothing.
"Madam, we have helped them so much, wouldn't it be a big loss if we don't accept the gift?" Jingdong's face turned red and he almost stood up from his seat.
Jingtian shook his head and said softly: "The slave family also wants to accept gifts, but after receiving gifts, can we say anything harsh?"
Although she spoke calmly, her mouth actually twitched.
However, Jingdong was so focused on his own affairs that he didn't notice it at all.
"Madam, please give me an explanation as to what should be done." This Jingtian family was born into an official family and had always been respected by him. He wanted to see what she thought.
"We don't accept gifts. We only ask for one, and each family can only produce one disciple. This can reduce a lot of trouble." Jingtian gritted his teeth and said decisively.
Jingdong still looked ugly and shook his head. He swallowed hard and asked with difficulty: "Madam, even if there is only one person in the family, there are thousands of children. Can Zhaojiazhuang agree to this?"
"Isn't there also five thousand in Zhaojiazhuang Academy?" Jingtian's expression changed at first, but he soon calmed down. "These students will not have much influence on Zhaojiazhuang Academy."
"One thousand?" Jingdong walked around the table a few more times, rolled his eyes a few times, and finally nodded, "Then let's settle it like this for now."
"Official, although this matter is difficult to handle, the person who accomplished it owes a favor to every official in the capital. It's hard not to think about getting promoted." After saying this, Jingtian's eyes were full of longing.
But Jingdong was not so optimistic, and his eyes were still worried.
He sighed heavily, shook his head, and sat down unable to do so: "Madam, it is still unknown whether Zhaojiazhuang can agree."
"Official, since it has been decided, you still have to receive these officials outside." Seeing Jingdong's decadent look, Jingtian reminded him hurriedly.
Jingdong hurriedly tidied his clothes, and Jingtian also stepped forward to tidy his hat.
When I heard the door creak open, the noisy noise outside suddenly quieted down, as if you could hear a pin drop on the ground.
There are more than twenty officials here, and with their entourage, there are fifty or sixty.
They breathed a sigh of relief, it had been too long.
In their minds, Jingdong should invite them in, chat for a while, put down the gifts, and talk about things.
Jingdong bowed his hands in a salute, with a serious look on his face, and his tone left no room for doubt: "I understand the purpose of your visit. No gifts are required. Each of you will have a disciple."
Everyone looked at each other and looked at each other, never expecting this result.
"Zi Bian, I don't know what you mean?" At this time, Zou Meng, the minister of household affairs, bowed his hands and asked with a smile on his face.
His rank was higher than Jingdong's, but he was asking for help, so he bowed his hand.
Jingdong hurriedly stepped aside, and at the same time sang a big promise to the people around him: "Shilang Zou, I don't dare to care about etiquette when I'm a subordinate. I mean, officials in the capital, as long as they are above the eighth rank, can be subordinate." The official will register here, and then I will recommend a place to Zhaojiazhuang Academy. As for the gift, I accept it with my heart."
While everyone returned the courtesy, they all looked at Zou Meng to see how he would handle the matter.
"Zi Bian, what you want is that as long as he is an eighth-rank official or above, he can recommend a disciple to study in Zhaojiazhuang Academy. There won't be much problem in the future exams." Zou Meng, as a person with this group of ideas, he must ask clearly .
This is the key, and all the officials who came nodded.
When they arrived, they found that one was the Jinshi and scholar examinations, and there were also arrangements for scholars in Zhaojiazhuang.
They believe that as long as they study in Zhaojiazhuang Academy, they will have a secure future.
Although the other people were talking, their eyes were all focused on Jingdong, concentrating on him without even blinking.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved, and mud cannot hold up a wall? Have you ever heard of it, Mr. Zou?" Jingdong didn't want to say this at first, but he promised that ugly things must be said first.
Naturally, there are some outstanding children from Beijing officials, and there are also dandy children.
What if someone sends a dandy? Jingdong can't do everything.
Zou Meng's face changed slightly. Not only did he have this idea, but many people present also had this idea.
Instead of eating and drinking in the capital and waiting to die, it would be better to send it to Zhaojiazhuang Academy for testing.
Zou Meng's face changed slightly at first, and then he tried to calm down his mood and make himself look gentle and elegant.
"Of course I've heard of this," he nodded, but immediately argued, "But Confucius also said, teach students according to their talents."
"Of course Zhaojiazhuang Academy will teach students according to their talents," Jingdong smiled and fought back, not to be outdone, "Zou Shilang has also seen that Zhaojiazhuang Academy has won the top three in the scholar examination, and even the top ten in the Changyuan County scholar examination. But these people are either from poor families or are not welcomed by big families. Even if they are not particularly sudden, Zhaojiazhuang Academy can still make them all achieve good results."
Nonsense, we just want Zhaojiazhuang Academy to make a clear commitment.
Now it seems that Jingdong is obviously not fooled, which makes their idea fail.
Zou Meng swallowed his saliva and asked with difficulty: "Zibian, how does the Zhaojiazhuang Academy plan to equal students from the capital?"
"Zhaojiazhuang Academy has eight words: focus on taking care of them and go all out." Jingdong bowed his hands to these people again and said solemnly, "As long as he is not the kind of person who can't be carved out of rotten wood, he should be able to become a talent."
Jingdong's words can be regarded as a promise, and the general idea is that you are not the kind of person who can't support the wall with mud, and you have a future in Zhaojiazhuang.
But Jingdong said this very tactfully. If you have poor qualifications and fail to pass the exam, you cannot blame me.
Everyone present was an old fox, and they couldn't understand the meaning behind Jingdong's words.
However, Jingdong focused on taking care of her and going all out was a true promise.
For Zhaojiazhuang Academy to be able to do this, it can be said that it has done its utmost to be benevolent and righteous.
If these Yamen disciples are really bad, they can't blame Zhaojiazhuang Academy.
Thinking of this, Zou Meng looked at the other people, wanting to ask for their opinions.
Yin Jiu, Zhou Yuanwu and others looked at each other. It was good that Jingdong could do this.
Although it is far from their original idea, it is obviously impossible to meet everyone's requirements.
Thinking of this, everyone present nodded.
"Then we have decided that I will be the first to register here at Zibian." Zou Meng said while winking at the servant, "I haven't visited your house yet and would like to go in and take a look."
After Zou Meng finished speaking, he stepped up the steps and was about to enter Jingdong's public house.
His servant didn't know what he was thinking, so he followed Zou Meng, trying to bring the Zui Chunfeng tea inside.
Jingdong looked at Zou Meng's eyes and became anxious.
He let Zou Meng go and shouted inside: "Da Lang, Er Lang, register with Zou Shilang."
As he spoke, servant Zou Meng took the gift away in a show of weakness.
"No, father." Jing Dalang and the others were already prepared inside. They bowed respectfully to Zou Meng and registered immediately.
Zou Meng didn't expect Jingdong to be on guard in person, so he had to smile bitterly, register his name and leave.
Jingdong agreed to do things for him but didn't accept any gifts from him. He was a big shot and he must remember it.
When everyone saw that not only did Jingdong not have any gifts from Zou Meng and others, then Wu Yili should accept them.
Wu Yi's gift was the simplest among all, it was just a pound of cheap meat, worth only ten cents.
Unexpectedly, after Wu Yi completed the registration, Jingdong returned the ten-cent piece of cheap meat.
Although cheap meat is not valuable, it is still considered a gift.
As long as he accepts gifts, other people's gifts must also be accepted, and it is difficult to say his rejection.
Qian Zhi rolled his eyes a few times and asked Zhou Changwen strangely: "How come no one from Dali Temple came?"
"That's right. No one came to Dali Temple today. Don't you know the news?" Chen Jie turned his head a few times and nodded to answer after confirming.
