Zhou Bai had a tacit understanding and did not ask further questions. He just watched the county magistrate erase the tea seal.
The county magistrate's name is Dong Yi, who is from Yangyuan County in the north of Bei'an County. Because he is an official in a different place and has no outstanding political achievements and background, he has actually been the county magistrate in Pingcang County for twenty years.
The powerful families in the county all have good relations with him, but they are not too close. When several county magistrates had political conflicts with Zhao, Chen, Qian and other families, he was able to remain neutral.
For such a roly-poly to be able to give him this kind of reminder is obviously something that values him very much and is good for him.
Do you want me to get a chance to write a memorial memorial? Zhou Bai thought about Dong Yi's conduct as a person and decided to get the chance to write the memorial memorial.
After another cup of tea, Ji Hongzhe finally had time to see him. Zhou Bai was about to enter the back hall, but a group of celebrities just walked out from the side corridor.
The two sides looked at each other, and Zhou Bai knew that these old people were Shi and Yu Zhu. He also followed the etiquette of juniors and let the seniors pass first.
The elders smiled and nodded, a bit of doubt flashing between their brows. It was rare to see such an impressive young scholar in Ping Cang.
Shi and Yu's eyes intertwined. They were both Jinshi scholars and had studied Taoism. It was obvious that they could see the remnants of the imperial attention in Zhou Bai.
In this way, the identity must be revealed. The imperial court has just appointed a Yunqi Lieutenant, Zhou Bai.
But what they were even more curious about was that this man, who had just been convicted of a crime and was awarded the title of Yunqi Lieutenant, didn't seem to be very lucky.
He is better than the township clan he was born in, and is comparable to the legitimate sons of the family among them, but not as good as the top county tycoons like the Zhao family.
The layers of white luck are enough, but the red luck in the county can only be limited to the whole body. In this case, the probability of passing the exam should not be high.
Maybe you have to stay at home for a few years?
"Little friend Zhou." With various thoughts in mind, Shi Hongmao took the lead in saying hello.
"Mr. Shi, Mr. Yu..." It was clear that they just passed each other by, but why did they say hello? Zhou Bai could only lower his head and say hello again.
After getting closer and seeing Zhou Bai's face clearly, Shi Hongmao's attitude became more kind: "You are very good. We will talk about it later. The county magistrate wants to see you."
Before Zhou Bai could react, the elders had already walked out of the hall, and he could only shake his head and walk inside.
What's going on? This attitude is very ambiguous. I'm not familiar with him at all. Why are you suddenly treating me like a nephew?
Entering the back hall, I saw Ji Hongzhe, the county official, breaking his cup and sipping tea, while suppressing a smile at him seemingly sternly.
"The county magistrate must have heard it, right? What does Mr. Shi mean? Please enlighten me." Zhou Bai bowed to Ji Hongzhe and pretended to be asking for advice humbly.
"Ahem, Mr. Shi has a precious granddaughter at home who is about to get married. I guess he has fallen in love with you." Ji Hongzhe put down the tea cup and almost laughed when he saw Zhou Bai's confused look before.
Zhou Bai was stunned, cupped his hands and said: "How dare you climb the lintel?"
"It's just someone like you who is suitable for the Shi family. Go and find out. Among the Pingcang Shi family, the reputation of this powerful family in the county is not as great as that of your Zhou family."
"You don't have to worry. I guess the boss doesn't know that you are planning to take the provincial examination. If you don't care about Miss Shi, you don't have to worry about offending Miss Shi." Ji Hongzhe waved his hand to comfort him.
"Huh, my nephew really hasn't thought about marriage yet, and his career has not been completed yet, so why bother." Zhou Bai said with a slight sigh of relief.
It is not easy to form a good match in this era. He has indeed ignored that he has become the marriage favorite of Pingcang County without knowing it.
It's just that he has no parents, and it may be difficult for those outside who have ideas to get in, so Shi Hongmao wants to find him and give him some advice.
If he wants to, there will naturally be elders in the clan who will take care of things for him as the clan leader.
"It's okay for a man to have ambitions in all directions. He has not yet been crowned. It's okay to be obsessed with fame. What's more, if you win the second prize, you can expect to live forever, but a mortal woman..." Ji Hongzhe was very considerate about this.
A person will eventually be trapped for his whole life by the things that a young man can't get. He was once a genius boy, he once looked up to Erjia, and he also thought about immortality.
There was a moment of silence in the hall until Zhou Bai spoke again: "Does the county magistrate know what happened to the man from the Kingdom of Jin after he came to Beijing? As far as I know, there seems to be a family in our county involved."
A trace of surprise flashed in Ji Hongzhe's eyes. He looked at Zhou Bai seriously and said, "My good nephew, don't you understand that the more you know, the more troubled and even more dangerous you will be."
"Sir, our clan is carrying out your land reclamation order, and the 120 suitable young men for repairing the Kukou Pass city wall have been selected." Zhou Bai said with a serious look on his face.
This is just a statement of his position. He is standing with you, and it is meaningless to hide it from his allies.
What's more, Zhou Bai himself was the "victim" that night, and he needed to know deeper information.
"The Marquis of Yinshan is very righteous. At least you and the Qi family have contributed no less. Now he should be living in Shenjing, seeking support from the emperor or some big noble."
"As for the family in our county you mentioned, they hooked up with a prince. The Marquis of Yinshan didn't dare to bite him without evidence." Ji Hongzhe also knew about the recent movements of the Zhou family, and immediately decided to tell the inside story.
"The Zhao family still has such powerful means? That prince stretched out his hand really far and wanted to touch the cheese at the border. Also, none of the princes and princes above did anything below." Zhou Bai curled his lips and said.
Ji Hongzhe was a little helpless. This boy spoke unscrupulously, so he glared at Zhou Bai a few times.
Zhou Bai pointed at it, and there seemed to be a layer of light flashing past. It was some kind of soundproofing restriction.
Then he smiled slightly and said: "Here, if you can let the conversation leak out, then I may really have to consider whether to continue to support you."
"Without further ado, I will be hosting a banquet for the wealthy clan heads of the county later. If there is nothing else, get ready to attend the City God Festival tomorrow." Ji Hongzhe suddenly felt that it was really difficult to control this kid because he was really Treat yourself as an ally and treat each other equally.
Zhou Bai did not retreat immediately, but continued to ask: "Who wrote the memorial to the City God? Can I be the main author?"
"As usual, a well-respected and famous person comes to write the poem. This is the memorial text left by the former Shi and Mr. Yu Zhu. I have no doubts about your poetic talent, but what about the memorial text?" Ji Hongzhe pointed to a stack of manuscripts on the desk next to him and revealed A suspicious look.
He knew that winning the favor of the gods might bring good fortune, which was indeed what Zhou Bai needed after Qiu Wei's death.
If the memorial text is good enough, there is no need to be highly respected, just help if you can. Anyway, the county magistrate will personally perform the ceremony.
It was unbelievable that he could write an article about worshiping gods at the age of fifteen, because Ji Hongzhe had never thought about it before, but Dong Yi, an old man, insisted on selling this free favor.
Faced with doubts, Zhou Bai did not say much. Instead, he walked straight to the desk and started writing quickly.
"On April 20, the forty-sixth year of Wei Xiangxing's reign, Zhou Baijin, a county resident, laid a memorial ceremony for the humble concubine with a clear drink..."
