The Ministry of Rites of the Qiufeng

After leaving, he went to talk to Liya for a while. Now, Liya is resilient to her young body and has recovered well. Although she has not been able to get off the ground, she can only take two steps for the time being. If she wants to recover to the previous life, she will be able to chop people with a geese feather knife, she will probably take a few months.

After sitting for a while, Mr. Shan Chixia came to look for him. He didn't come in outside the room and said loudly that it was Zhang Biao, the head of the East Factory, who was the head of the Qianhu family, asked for a meeting.

The good official was stunned and thought to himself, "What is this guy doing?" Could it be that the last lesson was not enough? After thinking about it, he smiled at Liya and turned around and went out. Risa looked at Liya, who was lying on the bed and smiling happily. He couldn't help but have some thoughts in his heart. He didn't know if His Highness would carry Sister Liya into a side room! She stood there thinking about it, but the good official shouted at her outside, and then woke her up and smiled sweetly at Liya, "Sister Liya, I'll leave first, you have to get better quickly!"

When he saw Zhang Biao, the good official was really surprised. This guy was full of spring breeze. Is it really the Zhang Biao who was slapped hard by him?

Today, Zhang Biao was wearing a bright flying fish suit, wearing a cloak, embroidered with a spring knife around her waist, and her thick eyebrows and big eyes. She was really a little majestic. After seeing the good official, she seemed to have no memory of what she had taught her by her uncle. She smiled and knelt on one knee, clasped her fists, "The lower official has met the Grand Governor."

Seeing his attitude, the good official couldn't help but be beating in his heart. He wanted to say that this guy forgot that he had humiliated him, who believed it? The good official didn't believe it, but judging from his appearance, it seemed that he really didn't take what happened that day to heart.

"Please get up, Zhang Qianhu." The good official smiled on his face, and he was also wondering in his heart. The so-called "Only a thousand days of thieves can be defended against thieves for thousands of days". It is not scary to have a sword and a gun. He is afraid that he calls his brother and draws the guy from below. He is really put on a whistle and shouts for justice. "I don't know why Zhang Qianhu is coming!"

"The officials came to apologize." Zhang Biao knelt down on one knee with a sincere face, "I used to be too arrogant. I just thought that my uncle was the governor of the East Factory, so I could dominate the situation. This time I came to Suzhou, but I was awakened by the governor..."

He knelt on the ground and said some sincere words of apology, but the more he heard the good official, the less he felt. He really wanted to kill this guy to avoid disaster in the future. However, if he didn't hit the smiley person, would he have to kill the other party because of suspicion? Such a decisive decisive thing can only be done by a generation of heroes!

He smiled and said without a smile: "Zhang Qianhu has something to say, you are still young! It is understandable to make some mistakes. As the saying goes, knowing mistakes can improve..." He was only fourteen years old, but he was still young to others. That is really inconsistent with how he listened, but Zhang Biao was just listening to his words, which was quite meaningful to listen to his teachings.

He taught Zhang Biao a lesson for a while, and seeing Zhang Biao's expression, his expression, the obedient official sneered in his heart. The more respectful this guy was, the more he didn't believe it. Is there such a good temper in this world in the Ming Dynasty? Absolutely, even scholars are concerned about revenge on their own. A guy from the East Factory may be taught a lesson to turn from evil to justice? Don't tease him.

"Come on, get up and talk." The good official pulled the guy up personally and pressed him to sit down. "Zhang Qianhu, we can't be acquainted. In fact, you and I have no grudges, right? It's just that you and I have different understandings about the government. If you Zhang Qianhu took the money back, you would use it in the East Factory. To put it bluntly, you should do things for the court..." He said a lot of nonsense, and suddenly changed his subject, "Why don't you ask Zhang Jing and Eunuch Zhang to turn off the marriage, and then ask the Royal Horse Supervisor Li Jin and Eunuch Li to speak in person and marry his daughter to me. Aren't we your own people? Do you think this is the case? Haha!"

His words were extremely shameless, and he opened his mouth to ask Zhang Biao's fiancée. There is a saying among the Chinese people: "The hatred of killing his father and taking his wife." When he said this, the good official sneered in his heart. I see if you pretend again, if you have the ability, you will continue to pretend, and I will be convinced.

Zhang Biao's pupils shrank, and a few bloodshots spread out on the whites of his eyes almost visible to the naked eye. It was not a big mistake for him to not cultivate enough. As long as a man was a man, he would never accept the humiliation of the good official's words. Unless he really got to the point where Liu Bang was, someone killed his father and cooked it into a meat soup, he even shouted that he would share a cup of meat soup to taste.

Mr. Chixia was sitting next to him, drinking tea slowly. In fact, he was also ridiculous about his young master's words. However, if Zhang Biao took action at this time, Mr. Chixia would only jump to Zhang Biao. If the two birds of Southern Zhili Cheng Chong Dou Shi Jingyan were present, he would know what he was sitting with his legs slightly straight and his legs slightly bent. He would never escape from him. Just looking at this sitting posture, he would be a master.

After clenching his fists tightly, Zhang Biao took a deep breath, slowly let go of his hand, and smiled on his face, "Governor is really good at joking."

The good official wanted to say at this time, "You sister, who is joking with you?" If he can force him to get rid of his sword and take action, then he will be mentally burdened if he kills him. It is easy for the court to talk. For things like Lu Louwei, the good official doesn't want to have them anymore. He wants to get rid of the roots. Since this guy is a bad idea, the best way is to make him no chance to break the idea.

Unfortunately, on the one hand, Zhang Biao restrained his emotions, and on the other hand, someone else reported that several Nanjing Ministry of Rites asked to see the governor.

"The Grand Governor is busy with his work, so the officials will say goodbye first." Zhang Biao then left with more than a dozen men and walked to the gate of the yard. He saw several civil servants wearing deep indigo official robes coming in from outside under the leadership of a man wearing a scintillating official robes, and happened to collide with them face to face. The civil servants were surprised, but the civil servants had always been in opposition with the East Factory and were not in opposition. At that moment, the few people turned their heads and pretended not to see Zhang Biao and others.

After leaving the Governor Su Song's office and walking two streets, Zhang Biao suddenly burst out of anger, "Zheng Guofan, I want you to look good sooner or later."

"Master Qianhu, now Zheng Guogong is pretending to be stupid. We can't get his money. What should we do next?" The following phone asked for instructions. Zhang Biao glared at that phone fiercely, scaring the phone so much that he didn't dare to speak. Then he walked forward and returned to the office office of Dongchang in Suzhou. As soon as he entered the door, he swept the teacup on the table next to him and the lampstand to the ground, and suddenly fell to pieces.

"Why should you be angry with Lord Qianhu?" A tall man walked out of the side wing, wearing the service of Dongchang and an embroidered spring knife tied around his waist. It was Lu Louwei who assassinated his uncle. The outsider must have never expected that this assassin who pretended to be Dongchang actually ran back to Dongchang after assassination.

"Bastard, if you hadn't made an idea to test Zheng Guofan, how could this Qianhu be humiliated by him?" Zhang Biao's face was full of fierceness. He hated the fact that he had been slapped in the face by Zheng Guogong. Lu Louwei appeared in front of him as if he had settled his mind. The two hit it off.

"Master Qianhu, this time you went, have you tried to test that Zheng Guofan was going to kill you all! This has achieved the purpose of testing." Lu Louwei's rough face was full of shrewdness. He was a rude man, but after the death of Princess Fang, whom he loved deeply, forced this rude man into a shrewd and vicious sinister man.

After hearing what Lu Lou Wei said, Zhang Biao was stunned and then said viciously: "So what, he... Concubine De is now favored by the Emperor..." He clearly regretted his tone. He seemed to be too arrogant at the beginning.

"Long live the favor of Concubine De, but it does not mean that the uncle has favor." Lu Louwei said slowly: "If you have a favor, you will naturally have a favor of Concubine Qianhu. Your uncle, Zhang Jing, will have a stronger affection in front of Concubine Long live. As long as the governor Zhang is still in power for one day, Concubine De has no idea. Besides, when Empress Dowager Cisheng's father resells military uniforms as inferiors as good ones, he was deprived of all his real power! In the end, it depends on whether the Lord Qianhu is determined to fight against the Zheng State Fan."

Zhang Biao gritted his teeth, "This hatred is irreconcilable."

Lu Louwei immediately knelt in front of Zhang Biao on one knee, "I am willing to work hard for thousands of families." Zhang Biao looked down at him and nodded slowly. He was relieved of this person. He did not say anything else, but said that he dared to assassinate Zheng Guofan. If it were not for the irreconcilable hatred, it would not be like this. Uncle Zhang Jing once said that if he wanted to win over someone, either share wealth or hardship. Now he is like him, he hates Zheng Guofan to the core. Isn't this a shared hardship? Such a person can be used assured before Zheng Guofan falls.

"Get up!" Zhang Biao bent down to help Lu Sanzhuo up, "Tell me, how should I deal with it now!"

"I saw that the Lord Qianhu wanted to be anxious or slow down!" There seemed to be a gleam in Lu Louwei's eyes.

Zhang Biao frowned, "How about urgent? So what about slow down?"

"If you have to worry, the Qianhu Lord can connect with Li Chengliang, the uncle of Ningyuan. The uncle of Ningyuan has been in charge of Liaodong for many years. Now the newly appointed general of Ji Liao squid Shan Chixia is from the housekeeper of the Zheng family. He used to be under Qi Jiguang's tent. I believe that the uncle of Ningyuan is also worried about his position! At that time, you only need to let go of the border and lead the elite troops of the Tartars to besiege Ji Liao. With his knowledge of Zheng Guofan, he will definitely go to rescue him at all costs. There is no eye-catching arrow on the battlefield, and you will die.

The uncle, I guess the court has nothing to say. If it is to be slow, the Lord Qianhu will return to Beijing immediately, first go to apologize to the Marquis of Wuqing, and then set up a plan to get the marriage with the lady of the Marquis of Wuqing. When Qianhu fell into a polite manner to the wife, he asked the wife to come to the palace and say some little words from the Zheng family in front of the empress dowager. The so-called iron rod is ground into a needle. No matter how great the affection is, he cannot withstand the long-lasting disgust and remarks from the Empress Dowager. At that time, it will be difficult for the Emperor to do it. If you look for an opportunity to slowly draw it..."

After hearing this, Zhang Biao couldn't help but say, "This slowdown is too slow. Ten years? Or twenty years?" Lu Louwei said with a low voice: "It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. In another twenty years, Zheng Guogong will be in his prime. In these twenty years, he can afford to be a humble position."

"You can afford to wait, but this thousand households can't wait." Zhang Biao was not willing to take it slowly for twenty years. "And you are anxious, I'm afraid it's not feasible for a year or two. Is there no faster way?"

After hearing this, Lu Louwei couldn't help but lower his head and curled his lips. This Qianhu Lord is really an A Dou who can't help. If your uncle was not the governor of the East Factory, you might not have been able to touch a hair in thirty years.

However, he couldn't say this. After pondering for a moment, he said, "Isn't Zheng Guojiu an assistant general? The imperial court appointed this position to supervise the chieftains of the south. However, the practice is to be in Nanjing, which is not easy to deal with. It would be better for Lord Qianhu to give some money to the cabinet masters, let the cabinet work harder and drive him to the south. When the sky is high and the emperor is far away, let's..." As he said that, he compared the throat-cutting posture, which was to re-engineer and continue to assassinate the other party.

Zhang Biao was obviously more interested in this and nodded immediately, "This is almost the same, well! The toasts from the south are still very awe of our East Factory, so let these toasts take action. Even if the matter is exposed, we can still get a clean end."

"The Lord Qianhu sees it clearly." Lu Louwei bowed.

Zhang Biao chuckled twice, then thought of Zheng Guofan's mouth just now and asked his fiancée for his wife. The muscles on his face twitched a few times, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Zheng Guofan, in this world, there is me or you, or you or me..."

At this time, the good officials were meeting with officials from the Nanjing Ministry of Rites. These officials from the Ministry of Rites came to please others just for one thing.

Bo Jiabo, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites in Nanjing, said to Zheng Guojiu: "Governor Zheng, these leaders are all under the name of the Ministry of Rites. Now you have hooked up with you, but where are the laws of the court? I hope that Governor Zheng will clearly understand and put the leaders back, and the job of the subordinates will be completed." The other officials of the Ministry of Rites agreed, which means, Mr. Zheng, you have already made enough money now, and the famous prostitutes should give us the money!

The good official picked up the teacup and took a sip, then slowly said, "What if I don't let it go?"

"Zheng Guojiu." Bo Jia was furious, "The court has laws. Don't think that you are the uncle, so you can regard the laws of the court as nothing. I would like to advise you not to mistake yourself."

After hearing his words, the good official felt familiar. After thinking for a while, he remembered that he seemed to have said this. He laughed twice, ignored him, and turned to Shan Chixia and said, "Uncle Shan, give them 200 taels of silver each, let them leave!"

After saying this, Bo Jia, the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, and several officials of the Ministry of Rites, turned purple with shame.

There was a custom of fighting the autumn wind in the Ming Dynasty. The attitude of a good official clearly regarded them as being the one who came to fight the autumn wind. Each person was rewarded with 200 taels of silver. You can get out quickly.

This was even more humiliating than pointing at their noses and scolding. Bo Jia trembled all over. He raised his official finger and pointed at the good official, but his fingers were trembling and trembling, and his mouth was so shaking that he couldn't speak smoothly, "You... you... are humiliating... are gentle... are humiliating..."

"I think it's too little!" The good official smiled, "It's better for each person to have five hundred taels."

Bo Jia suddenly felt a breath stagnation in her chest, and her eyes immediately turned black and she almost fell to the ground.

Most of the officials in the Ministry of Rites are famous. These people are good at face and want a face. Now that the good officials give money, they are really better than slapping them in the face. How can they not be angry?

"This Master Bo." The deceased official looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Do you know what it means to occupy the pit and not poop? Your Ministry of Rites just occupy the pit and not poop. Every year, it spends a large sum of silver from the court, but it cannot bring a penny to the court. This governor and everyone, the two performances will be paid in millions of taels of silver. The silver will be sent to Beijing soon. If you think I have defiled your face, you are welcome.

If you impeach me, you can also ask your colleagues to join forces to impeach me. However, everyone, the governor will never return it to your Ministry of Rites. If your Ministry of Rites is tactful and sends you the written deeds of the leaders, I will give you face. I may even give you hundreds of thousands of taels of silver. If you are not tactful and I have entered Beijing for these millions of silver, I believe the cabinet will send the official tactful officials who know how to cooperate with the governor to make money..."

The world is huge and the money is the most expensive. The good official is not arrogant. As long as the wise master is a little rational, he will definitely compromise with the good official. Is it important to be the face of the Nanjing Ministry of Rites or the finances of the entire court important? Isn’t this very obvious thing!
Chapter completed!