Fan Muye pressed his forehead and looked at the letter in front of him. The irritation in his heart was about to burst out.
There are always people who are looking for death and want to die all the time.
He narrowed his eyes slightly, with a pair of red phoenix eyes filled with a little awe.
"Since they want to die so much, then I will give them this chance."
"Someone is coming."
A servant hurriedly walked in from outside the room, with a respectful look on his face.
"gentlemen."
Fan Muye clicked on the letter in his hand and said softly: "Since those people in Pianjia are not willing to rely on us anymore, then let them fend for themselves."
"Tell the accountant that from today on, no money is allowed to be paid to the partial family."
"If he dares to show even half of the money, I will kill him!"
The boy lowered his head and just said, "Here."
He stood there bent over, waiting for Fan Muye's other instructions, while Fan Muye just leaned slightly on the chair behind him.
"Besides, go tell the old man."
"Let him be less crooked. If you want to continue to live a good life, don't always think about using my money to subsidize other people."
Having said this, Fan Muye remained silent for a while, then said: "Of course I understand filial piety. "
"So I won't do anything to him."
"But he used my money to subsidize other people, so I chopped off that hot finger."
"Let them be one."
After hearing such terrifying words, the boy just nodded slightly without any reaction.
Fan Muye waved his hand slightly and let the boy go down.
He leaned back in his chair, looking tired.
After dealing with matters at home, he still had to deal with matters at the Publishing Department.
Fan Muye looked at the map of Kanyu in his hand with some thoughts in his eyes.
The establishment of the Publishing House was not that simple. He also heard it from Chen Ke's words before.
This is a different institution than some that came before it.
This organization can actually be divided into two parts, one of which will be the "Publication Department" in the future, and the other part is the "profit" of their "Fan family".
The main body of the Publication Administration must be an organization integrating printing and review. This organization must and can only belong to the imperial court and Penglaizhou.
But in another place, it's different.
That was a separate place for "printing" books. He had heard rumors about Governor Chen establishing the "Peng Laizhou No. 1 Porcelain Manufacturing Office" and other institutions.
As far as he knows, these institutions are "for-profit" in nature.
Although it still belongs to the imperial court organization, and the leaders of these "departments" must be assessed and appointed by the imperial court, but... he is different from the imperial court organization.
Equivalent to half of the imperial court.
More similar to "merchants", but "merchants" with royal and court backgrounds.
Perhaps "imperial merchant" is a more appropriate description.
Fan Muye tapped his hands slightly on the table, and the look in his eyes was erratic.
He didn't know how far he could go to escape that person's eyes.
In other words, it's not about escaping, but about walking to an angle that the person raised deliberately cannot see.
If the water is clear, there will be no fish. This is a truth that everyone knows.
Fan Muye knew from the first day he cooperated with Chen Ke that the governor also knew this truth.
Therefore, there must be a bottom line and passing line.
The bottom line must never be violated, and you cannot even get close to it, because if you get close to ancient times, you will really die, and it will be the death of the nine tribes involved.
This is not something that can be solved by being punished with three drinks.
Fan Muye prefers to regard the "passing line" as the bottom line. He can test repeatedly around the passing line, but he must never get closer to the "bottom line."
He still knows who is more important, life or money.
Especially if you're actually going to die.
He knew this, Chen Ke also knew it, and His Majesty the First Emperor knew it even more.
The tacit premise is that everyone knows that His Majesty the First Emperor can really kill people, Governor Chen can really kill people, and he will not look at anyone's face.
Even the descendants of the clan were killed without fail.
Only majesty can create trust. Decisive killing and politics that do not allow the law to be contaminated by human feelings are the means by which the First Emperor suppressed the world.
Fan Muye drew outlines on the map and finally exhaled.
"Whether the Fan family can take advantage of this trend depends on the fate of the Fan family."
"As the leader of the clan, I have done everything I can."
He pressed his brow slightly, easing the pressure on his head and the corners of his eyes that were slightly dizzy.
...........
Penglaizhou entrance
A notice was posted at the door again, and the attentive person immediately noticed that this notice was different from the previous one.
This time the notice has a green border; previous notices representing state proclamations were all white.
The leading scholar also looked confused: "May I ask why this notice is different from the previous one?"
The man who put up the notice smiled, and then said: "This is to distinguish the various institutions;"
"For example, His Majesty's Holy Order is a paper notice headed by black. The one at the state level is white. Now this is an order from a certain department in the state, which is the green border."
This was when people suddenly realized what was written on the paper.
After reading it, everyone was a little surprised.
"this...."
"This publishing office is actually recruiting people?"
"You don't need to pass the essay contest to enter?"
The person who put up the notice said with a smile: "Yes, the people recruited this time are not included in the official system, but they are still half-minor officials."
"They are people hired by the imperial court."
"Wages and benefits are guaranteed."
"But there are conditions."
He pointed at the announcement and said: "Please take a look at this. When we recruit people for the Publishing Department this time, they must know more than half of the characters in the "Thousand-Character Classic". "
"And this is only the first round of review, there will be other reviews later."
"If you want to sign up, you should hurry up."
...........
News like this spread throughout Penglaizhou. Of course, it was not only the imperial court that was recruiting people, but also the Fan family.
It's just that most of the people recruited by the Fan family are recruited from within themselves.
As for the requirements, they are consistent with the requirements outside.
This can be regarded as a convenience given to Fan Muye by Chen Ke.
Not particularly convenient.
...........
The news about the Publishing Department quickly spread throughout Penglaizhou, and even the people who farmed the land knew about it.
After all, this recruitment does not restrict those who can participate in the literary competition, which shows that everyone has a chance.
Ever since Chen Ke arrived, the sale of loose pages of paper such as "Thousand-Character Classics" began in Penglaizhou.
With the land and income in their hands, the Guizhou leaders would not miss the opportunity to learn literacy. Therefore, there are not many people who have mastered more than half of the thousand-character text.
And because this person was hired by the imperial court, he could be considered half a member of the imperial court, so there were also a lot of people involved.
They all regard this as a matter of honoring their ancestors.
.........
Governor's Palace
Chen Ke sat on the recliner, looking at Erlang's legs, blowing the autumn wind in the distance, and the bells still echoed in his ears.
The music of silk and bamboo pipes was endless, and for a moment I felt like I was in heaven.
Footsteps sounded in the courtyard, and Fusu walked in silently, with a bit of rigor in his expression.
"Teacher, it's time for us to set off."
Set off?
Chen Ke didn't even open his eyes: "How many days later?"
Fusu said: "We will probably leave in ten days."
"The slaves are already packing their things."
Chen Ke sighed quietly. He opened his eyes, and his face was illuminated by the orange light reflected by the excited candle shadow, as if in a dream.
"I can go back to Xianyang. This is a really good thing."
"I don't know what happened to our old friends in Xianyang."
Fusu was lying on a recliner on the side, smiling widely and saying, "Teacher, you don't know them yet?"
"Brother Hai, I'm afraid you've gone crazy. Prime Minister Li and General Wang don't think there will be any changes."
He leaned in front of Chen Ke and said teasingly: "Teacher, you are not the kind of person who mourns spring and autumn. Are you missing someone in Xianyang City?"
Chen Ke pulled his body aside in disgust, and said helplessly: "Miss someone in Xianyang City?"
"I know everyone in Xianyang City, don't you know?"
"Who else could I think of?"
Fusu chuckled: "Who knows if the teacher has a close friend in Xianyang? Maybe there is a young lady from some family who has made a lifelong commitment to the teacher?"
Chen Ke waved his hand and didn't want to pay attention to him.
He just said: "Okay, don't say these useless things."
"Send a message to the county governors in Penglaizhou and tell them that the governor is going to entertain them as a summary of this year."
He touched his chin and suddenly put away his conscience.
"In the future, even if I leave, this banquet will still become a habit. At the end of each year, I will summarize the gains and losses of the year."
"Don't slack off."
Isn't it just an annual meeting? Who doesn’t know how to do it yet?
These people in Da Qin should be tormented. These people are all cheap. Only by tormenting them will they know what they should do.
Fusu nodded and said again: "Teacher, they must have taken the bait."
“There’s been quite a lot of action recently.”
Chen Ke said oh, with a hint of fun in his tone: "I heard that they were looking for someone to go to Xianyang before. They wanted to ask Lord Chuanyang to intercede and let His Majesty transfer me back when Feng Jie returns to the capital."
"I'm afraid they were surprised when they heard the news that I was transferred back, right?"
Chen Ke smiled like a fox waiting for prey: "It's just a pity that they don't know that the sweet honey pot in front of them contains poison."
"This poison is so poisonous that it will kill them completely as long as they try to taste the honey."
Next year, next year.
Time is like a spring day, with sparkling waves.
Fusu also smiled mockingly: "That's their business, after all, these people..."
"Father has also wanted to take action against him for a long time."
The First Emperor's patience with the clan was not that great, he just never showed it.
When the clan tried to commit suicide again and again, the happiest person was not the clan, but the First Emperor.
Because he finally had an honest reason to kill.
A glass of wine makes you feel a little comfortable when you sip it.
The two of them were lying on chairs, drinking wine continuously, feeling the comfort in their hearts spreading bit by bit, as unstoppable as a fire.
...........
Hu Chuanjun's Mansion
Like Chen Ke, these two people were drinking, and what they drank was celebration wine.
They felt that they must be able to arouse the emperor's suspicion of Chen Ke, because it was too simple. How could the emperor trust someone so much?
They don't even need to do anything.
Just when the emperor asks, just say that everything is fine here, that everything is fine with Chen Ke, and how powerful and majestic Chen Ke is.
Ying Ku even smiled and said, "Hasn't our Majesty always thought highly of himself?"
"Don't you think that you are one of the Three Emperors of Virtue and Highest, and more powerful than the Five Emperors?"
"Let's make Chen Ke a saint! An unprecedented saint!"
He squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "This is all thanks to the Confucians of the time. They wanted to turn Confucius into a saint."
"They did a lot of things."
"Although Confucius could not become a saint, Chen Ke can become a saint instead of Confucius."
Yingku looked at Yinglun and said, "Do you think His Majesty will watch the birth of a saint?"
"Especially before this saint has made great achievements that are enough to be called a "saint"? "
Yinglun laughed and said, "Of course not, Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty still feels that this so-called saint is a threat! Therefore, he begins to have doubts about Chen Ke."
"You don't need much, just a little bit."
"A drop of ink can turn a tank of water black, and a little suspicion can make His Majesty launch an investigation into Chen Ke."
"As the saying goes, no one in this world is clean."
He smacked his lips and looked at the wine glass in his hand: "Come on, let's celebrate our upcoming success in advance!"
The two looked at each other, with a little smile in their eyes: "Hahahahahaha, come on!"
"Let's celebrate our success in advance!"
...........
Outside Penglaizhou Municipal Street
The newly established "Publication Department" is here. The establishment of the Publishing Department is very strange, even stranger than the Municipal Property Department.
There is currently no one in charge of the Publishing Department, but many of the petty officials are already in place.
They are all Baijiagong students who came out of the literary competition. These students have been studying in Baijiagong for three or four months.
He can barely hold the position of a minor official here.
The other part, those who are hired, have not yet been selected. After all, this also requires an assessment.
Time is gradually passing.
Many people got the news that Jiang Ruo'ang, the governor of Langya County, and Tian Cheng, the governor of Jiaodong County, had already arrived in Linzi County.
Who dares not to participate in the banquet that Governor Chen personally notified?
Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was daytime on the day of the banquet.
Many people were waiting anxiously, while some kept wiping the sweat from their foreheads.
Tian Cheng, Wei Xin, and Yu Que stood aside, like independent young masters.
"You three, what are you doing standing here?"
