Jiang Xingdao: "A little bit."
He quickly stood up and cheered up: "You can't blame them. It's this era that makes them treat marriage as a lifelong career."
Pei Renfang asked: "Do you still want to continue?"
Jiang Xingdao: "Yes!"
…
Jiang Xing is very rich.
The emperor's brother-in-law gave many rewards, and she was also very capable of making money.
The company founded by the three Jiang brothers and sisters was almost constantly making money. Jiang Xing thought to himself that it would be an exaggeration to say that he was the richest man in Dachang, but if he said that he was stable Being in the top ten is definitely a plus.
In the past, the men of the Jiang family went to the county government to copy documents, and the women of the Jiang family went to the streets to sell tofu cakes to earn some hard-earned money. The past has long been a thing of the past.
Now the Jiang family can be called a wealthy family.
For this reason, Jiang Ning took the initiative to persuade her sister: "The money in our hands will never be spent in a few lifetimes. What's the point of leaving a number in our hands? If we can preserve our wealth, we will never be short of money." , if not, money will be useless."
I plan to donate my shares to the court.
Jiang Xing admired his brother with admiration and happily followed him.
The brother and sister donated their shares together.
This made Zhu Yuanzhang a little embarrassed. He wanted to give some rewards to his uncle and sister-in-law, but he felt that they were unavailable.
My uncle is the eldest son of the Hou family, so he can't be granted a title, right?
My sister-in-law is already the master, and there is no way she can go any further.
If they really add more gifts, it will not be a favor to them, but will actually harm them.
In the end, each was given an iron coupon of the alchemy book, which could avoid death unless it was a serious crime of treason.
Jiang Xingxin said: OK.
Better than nothing.
Then he started to invest in building a factory, and the wages were paid on a daily basis, regardless of gender. The wages were not very high, but definitely not low either.
Want to work in a factory?
Okay, study the basic textbook thoroughly first.
It's very simple, just a few hundred daily words, and some simple arithmetic questions.
Want to be promoted to manager?
Okay, go study the intermediate textbook.
And so on.
When the first factory was opened, Jiang Xing and Pei Renfang both went there and prepared a hundred firecrackers, which made a loud noise.
Pei Renfang asked her: "Will it be useful?"
Jiang Xing covered his ears and answered her loudly: "How do I know? But I have to try!"
…
In the forty-seventh year of Yongjian's reign, Jiang Xing died of illness at the age of sixty-two.
After hearing the news, the Supreme Emperor was extremely sad and went to Pei's mansion to express condolences with the emperor in person.
Because of his outstanding achievements in his life and saving countless people, he was awarded Situ and given the posthumous title Wenzheng.
Throughout her life, she was the first woman to serve as an official in the court, the first woman with a foreign surname to be granted a royal title, the first woman to start a school to lecture on scriptures and pass on Taoism, and the first woman to receive the title of Three Dukes as a woman. In contemporary times, the posthumous title Wenzheng is the first of its kind...
In later generations, there were many women from the inner court who seized power, became regents, went to and from the court, studied in academies, and inherited the family school, all of which were started by Jiang Xing.
When Jiang Xing was twenty-five years old, he married Pei Wendinggong and had no children. He adopted the martyrs of the frontier army and dozens of children from orphans, but did not ask him to change his surname to Yi Zu. People at the time were not like this, and the couple did not change their ambitions.
After his death, there were dozens of children attending the funeral inside, which was orderly and friendly, with nothing out of line. Outside, there were more than ten thousand people accompanying the coffin, and the procession stretched for more than ten miles. Scholars praised him for his beauty, which lasted through the ages. Honor it.
…
Jiang Xing's tombstone is flat and has no inscriptions. This was her own instructions during her lifetime.
The merits and demerits of right and wrong are left to future generations to comment on.
Only Pei Renfang, who was already old, was silent for a long time. He went to the study to read a book and wrote a book of commentaries, which he burned in front of his soul.
Jiang Xing, a lonely traveler and a daring madman.
How dare she go against the flow of the times and try to use her arms as a chariot!
…
A warm breeze blows from the window, carrying the moist atmosphere of the ocean.
Jiang Xing suddenly sat up.
The dark blue bedside, the snow-white walls, and the familiar piano in the living room...
She covered her heart and shed tears unconsciously.
Her mother came in from the outside wearing a sun hat. She saw her daughter sitting on the sofa crying. The smile on her face faded slightly. She took off her hat every now and then and sat next to her. She asked with concern: "Xiao Xing, what's wrong? What? Did you have a nightmare?"
Jiang Xing buried his face in his mother's arms in a depressed manner: "Maybe I had a long, long dream..."
Chapter 67
Rewind time to a few days ago.
King Baling and his uncle Yan Hong, the chief historian of the palace, held a banquet in the palace that night to celebrate with all the palace officials. Then early the next morning, they went to the minister's desk to receive the appointment letter and related seals. .
King Baling was a relative of the clan, and he was also a senior agricultural official who was appointed as one of the nine ministers. The officials on duty at the Shangshutai were naturally attentive, and it was the Shangshutai where Yan Hong joined the post. , the attitude is also extremely warm.
The official on duty ordered someone to make tea, and then asked his subordinates to go to the relevant colleagues to stamp the seals. King Baling used the lid of the cup to stir up the tea foam, and suddenly turned Yan Hong unnoticeably.
Yan Hong slightly turned his face to look at him.
King Baling pointed with his eyes - look over there.
Yan Hong turned around and saw Geng Rong, his ex-wife's cousin Geng's family.
He immediately turned his head back. Not only that, he also shrank subconsciously for fear of being seen by Geng Rong.
King Baling was really sad about his misfortune and angry about his inability to fight. He whispered in his ears, hating that iron could not make steel and said: "That's all in the past. The Geng surname is powerful. You can't do anything to him. You have to hide and go. Now you have it." The emperor values him, and he is the master of the ministerial office. What are you afraid of? Like a man, show off your power in front of him! "
Yan Hongquan pretended not to hear.
King Baling was furious when he saw this. He grabbed his arm and half dragged him towards Geng Rong.
The people around noticed the movement here and looked over in unison, and Geng Rong also looked here.
Now, Yan Hong can no longer pretend to be invisible.
He faired like King Baling, straightened his clothes, walked over and called out politely: "Guang Luxun."
Geng Rong nodded in agreement, raised his hands in a common courtesy, and greeted King Baling again with a very polite tone: "I never expected to see you here. Why do you, the prince and the chief minister, come here?" ?”
Yan Hong remained silent.
King Baling rolled his eyes ten thousand times in his heart, but he refused to lose his momentum in front of Geng Rong. He deliberately showed off for his uncle: "So that Guang Luxun will know. Shi De was valued by the emperor and was granted the privilege to be appointed as the Master of the Secretariat..."
After Geng Rong heard this, his expression changed as expected: "When will the order be transferred?"
King Baling said proudly: "It was just laid yesterday, no wonder Guang Luxun didn't know about it."
Geng Rong was slightly surprised, as if he wanted to say something. His lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.
King Baling saw that he looked like he had eaten Coptis chinensis, not to mention how comfortable he felt.
As the saying goes, wealth without returning home is like traveling at night with embroidered clothes. Compared with the current situation, wealth without seeing his ex-wife and her brother is equivalent to wealth in vain!
Geng Rong didn't say anything, and Yan Hong couldn't beat him with three sticks. King Baling had something to say: "Hey, Guang Luxun, why do you look like this? Don't you think that you are your former sister-in-law?" Are you happy that you have a future?"
The corner of Geng Rong's mouth twitched and he asked him hesitantly: "Did you know that His Majesty has just drafted an internship regulations for officials from various places in Chang'an, and will start the trial operation with the officials who have recently joined the job? There will be no internship period." Salary?"
After failing to show off, he was slapped in the face. King Baling was shocked: "What?!"
Next to him, Yan Hong finally no longer looked like he was either shy or shy. He reacted even more sharply than King Baling: "What?!"
Geng Rong raised his hand and rubbed his temples: "Oh, you don't know."
King Baling: "???"
How could this be? !
He immediately turned to look at the official at the Shangshutai who had just received him: "Is what Guang Luxun said true? After Yan Changshi joined the job, there was no salary during the internship period?"
The official shook his head.
King Baling felt slightly relieved: "Fake?"
The official shook his head again and said, "No, it's true."
King Baling: "..."
King Baling was furious: "Then why are you shaking your head?!"
The official said: "What I mean by shaking my head is that not only did Yan Changshi have no salary during his period of study, but you, my lord, don't have any either."
King Baling: "????"
Damn, I was offended!
…
It took King Baling a whole day to accept the reality that he was working for free and had no salary. Even if he had to add "temporary" in front of it, his enthusiasm was greatly reduced.
It's not that I'm short of money, but I feel unhappy.
Next to him, Yan Hong was all emotive: "If you don't get a salary at work, what's the difference between going to work and going to the grave?"
"Oh, I know," he said gloomily, "You don't have to work overtime to visit the grave."
King Baling: "..."
