After dinner, Gao Zhang could only bite the bullet and follow his father and mother to the courtyard.
At this moment, the servants in the mansion were very skillful in carrying a basket of incense candles and paper money.
Seeing the big basket, Gao Zhang's eyelids twitched wildly. He raised his head and looked at the ancestral hall that was already filled with smoke.
I saw my mother who was full of fighting spirit and high spirits, and my biological father who also looked very fighting today, as if he would be sorry for his ancestors if he didn't burn the basket tonight.
At this moment, Gao Zhang really wanted to say something, ancestors and ancestors, you have worked hard...
The smoke was burning, and the smoke was billowing. It seemed that at this moment, Gao Zhang, bathing in the smoke of these fireworks, felt that his life had been greatly sublimated.
In the end, I couldn't stand the fumes of this world, so I crawled out of the ancestral hall and went back to my house to sleep.
After all, I am still a child. Only by ensuring adequate sleep can I grow taller.
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"It's actually burned like this..." Zhao Ji, an official, looked at the Chongzheng Hall in the deep palace with a distressed look on his face, half of which had been burned down.
At this moment, in front of them were all the disgraced fire-fighting palace people who fell to the ground.
There was not much rain last night, but there was thunder, and then a bolt of thunder happened to hit the Chongzheng Hall.
As a result, although it was raining outside, the fire started inside the temple, and when the clouds dispersed and the rain subsided, the fire was already raging.
Fortunately, the fire was saved in time, but even so, the majestic Chongzheng Hall turned into a half-burnt ghost.
This Chongzheng Hall is also one of the main palaces in the deep palace of the Song Dynasty. It cannot be burned down.
After looking at it for a long time, official Zhao Ji's eyes fell on the generals and supervisors who had arrived.
"After careful inspection by officials and ministers, I am afraid that it will be extremely difficult to repair the Chongzheng Hall after such a disaster, so we have to rebuild it."
"Nearly half of the main beams of the official house have been burned away and cannot be repaired at all. Furthermore, it has been more than a hundred years since the Chongzheng Hall was built. Not only are the materials decayed, but they have to be torn down and rebuilt..."
After hearing the speeches of these general supervisory officials and technical staff, the official Zhao Ji nodded helplessly.
As the Chongzheng Hall in the palace was to be renovated, the officials took it up for discussion, and the Ministry of Finance's hands lit up.
This year's summer tax revenue has been completely used up. As for the autumn year, there is no time to collect it. Therefore, if you want to rebuild the Chongzheng Palace now, I really can't do it.
In addition to the Ministry of Household Affairs, the Ministry of Works believes that since Chongzheng Hall has not collapsed, it means it can be repaired.
Even if there are such difficulties, the money spent on repairing is definitely far less than the money spent on rebuilding.
Therefore, the Ministry of Works believes that the supervising gang must be motivated by wealth and want to get a vote, so they think reconstruction is better.
The general prisoner was furious. I am repairing the palace every day. No one has a say more than me as to whether it can be repaired.
The big bosses of the Ministry of Industry laughed and laughed, "Who the hell can't repair things? You will be the supervisors and just build some palaces. I, the Ministry of Industry, haven't repaired anything in the world?"
Soon, those who were engaged in technology began to quarrel, and those who did not want to pay and those who wanted to make money also quarreled.
All in all, this is the imperial court of the Song Dynasty. The Song Dynasty did not sin with words. Well, the Wutai Poetry Case was a special case.
Nowadays, the whole dynasty is full of wise men and they are all the backbones of the reform sect. Naturally, it is impossible to directly eliminate the opponent physically.
But the problem is that each department has its own jurisdiction. If you don't brush it off, won't everyone think you are incompetent?
Seeing the noisy court, the official, who was very impatient in non-talent matters, became annoyed and walked away.
Cai Jing looked at the official's appearance and said, it was useless. He could only stand up and calm down, asking everyone to calm down. Since the autumn harvest has not been collected yet, then wait a moment.
As for whether to rebuild, it is better to see what the officials want. After all, this is the emperor's home. The emperor's home is in tatters, and everyone's face is not good...
While the court meeting was still proceeding under the auspices of Prime Minister Cai Jing, Zhao Ji, an official who returned to the palace, felt very depressed.
These subordinates are really making me angry to death. Even though he was the emperor, he had no way to prevent these ministers from expressing their opinions.
After all, the atmosphere in the court of the Song Dynasty has been like this over the years, and there have been even more excessive scenes than this.
This is why he dislikes hosting court meetings, and it is also why he likes Gao Zhang, his beloved disciple.
Gao Zhang always followed the advice put forward by his master unconditionally, and even thought about himself as his master and his own face all the time.
As for Cai Jing, although he also knows how to think about me, he is too selfish after all...
Zhao Ji, an official sitting in the slightly swaying carriage, couldn't help but compare Cai Jing and Gao Zhang.
At this time, the carriage had slowly stopped. Zhao Ji, an official, opened the curtain and saw the yard where the familiar master girl lived alone.
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Zhao Ji, an official, was sitting in Miss Shishi's boudoir, drinking fine wine, eating side dishes, and flirting with Miss Shishi.
It finally made me feel a lot better, but with what kind of person Ms. Shishi is, it is natural to see that the official seems to be in a bad mood today.
"Does the official have something on his mind?"
"Well, speaking of it, it's not a big deal, but it makes people have a headache."
Zhao Ji, an official, looked at the charming beauty and her bright, watery eyes, and finally couldn't control the urge to talk.
So the big house in their own compound was burned down, but the house manager in charge of construction felt that it should be demolished and rebuilt.
However, the accountant in charge of the money and silk in the mansion felt that the family's money was insufficient now, so there was no need to waste so much property on rebuilding, and they could just make do with tinkering.
Facing Zhao Ji, an official who still pretends to be a wealthy gentry with lots of money and stupidity in front of him.
Miss Shishi curled her lips secretly, turned her bright autumn eyes charmingly, and smiled sweetly.
"If the officials are short of money at the moment and can't make enough money, it just so happens that the slave family has some money here..."
After hearing this, the official Zhao Ji felt warm in his heart, but as an emperor of the Song Dynasty, how could he take a woman's money.
"What are you talking about? How could someone take your money?"
Seeing the look of the official Zhao Ji, Miss Shishi laughed out loud, took the official Zhao Ji's arm and whispered in his ear.
"Official, look at what you are saying. This money and silk are specially left to you by your disciples. They are just stored here at the slave's house."
These words immediately made the Emperor of the Song Dynasty bulge his eyes, raise his fingers, and point at the bridge of his handsome nose.
"Xiao Gao left money with you and left it for me?"
(End of chapter)
