Xiaobai, a monster in a cloak, wandered the streets in the night, wandering through the entire Wentao neighborhood, hoping to find a few readers who really liked his novels. In the end, he was helpless to find that there was no one among the twenty or so people!

Each of them read the book more seriously than the other, and the thorns they picked were more technical than the last.

Some people started with animals and plants, some started with mineral water sources, and some even dug out old-fashioned maps of Nanming and marked on them. Some of them used characters to compare them with famous people in Nanming, and then wrote something.

A critical article.

Xiaobai was greatly disappointed. After returning to the yamen, he wanted to complain to the senior, but found that the stone bird was motionless and there was no smoke in the room. Apparently the senior was awake and busy doing research.

Xiaobai could only suppress his temper and take a nap.

When he woke up the next day, Shiniao was still motionless, so he didn't pay attention. After washing up, he changed his clothes and went to the hunting room to hang out.

Nothing major happened the whole day, and someone came to read the edict just before get off work.

"What is this? An imperial edict?" Xiaobai was shocked. Is there such a thing in this damn place?

Zhu Tangmin had obviously been prepared for it. He was wearing a luxurious Tai Ling dress, and his expression was solemn and filled with uncontrollable joy.

That's all. After all, he has an extraordinary background and is well-informed.

The problem is that several general managers, officials, second-in-commands and third-in-commands in the third and third shifts are actually uniformly dressed in solemn attire.

Officials in the East Ming Dynasty have three types of clothing, regular clothes, official clothes and formal clothes. Regular clothes are divided into seasonal categories, so there are several sets, all of which are regular clothes that are simple to wear and convenient for doing things.

Official uniforms are worn on formal occasions, such as when an official is inspecting a certain place, he must wear official uniforms to show his identity.

Dresses are basically the bottom of the bag.

It has only one purpose, to worship.

Therefore, the imperial edict also counts.

Xiaobai doesn't have this thing. It's not because he's not high enough, he can be considered an official Ding Wei, but because of the special nature of the prison. In the past, every time a newcomer came, they would be given out regular and official uniforms, but many newcomers would get hiccups after only a few days.

Damn it, so I save it. After all, even if this thing is of low grade, it is quite expensive.

After all, if you have to wear the clothes of a saint, how can they be shabby?

Even if the person you meet is not a true saint, you still have to show respect.

There is also the etiquette. I can’t tell which etiquette it is. Most of the newlyweds who died in the past were buried wearing it!

Over time, people down here will feel that it is unlucky!

Xiao Bai, who only wore regular clothes, was placed behind the crowd. When everyone knelt down to receive the order, he was stunned for a moment. He quickly realized what he was doing and hurriedly bent his knees, kneeling in the air without touching the ground.

Among the one or two hundred people in the entire Yamen Gate, who pays attention to him? Zhu Tangmin is the protagonist.

"The emperor's decree is to carry out the destiny..."

Upon hearing this drake voice, Xiaobai's body couldn't help but tremble, and he suppressed his laughter, feeling uncomfortable!

He was also very surprised. Although it was just a verbal commendation from the Holy Emperor, it was such a big deal. Is it necessary? Ah?

He probably guessed that he was Zhu Tangmin's grandfather, and Zhu Tang was still asking for credit from him!

After all, Zhu Tangmin has been here for quite a few years, and has never had any political achievements worthy of showing off. But he has been caught once, so he should exaggerate it endlessly.

Except for Zhu Tangmin and the top five arresters of Eleven Yamen, who were praised by name, the others only received an omitted praise of AOE.

After finishing verbally, we received a real reward. It was not much, thirty thousand coins, and was divided among the whole yamen. Five thousand coins were additional pensions from the royal family, and the rest had to go to Zhu Tangmin. However, this guy was very generous.

After thanking the edict, he respectfully sent the edict-issuing team away, and when he came back, he gave his share of the reward to the people below.

It was Xiaobai's turn and he got one hundred coins.

This is actually quite a lot, and Nanlongsu only received 500 coins.

But after all, it was Quanfang who did the hard work and it was Quanfang who sacrificed, and the remaining five thousand coins were basically used as additional pensions.

When Xiaobai was about to put the reward into the pension privately, he found that Nanlongsu had put the five hundred reward into it in front of him.

"Okay, you can be a good person like me." Xiaobai secretly praised.

If you add someone else right away, what will you do if you ask others?

Mosquitoes are also meat. Many people don’t want to donate, but you have donated. At this critical moment of competing for fame and position, everyone can only follow suit.

And this kind of imitation often does not have as good a reputation as the first person who actively invests money.

Instead, there will be some gossip.

Therefore, we cannot do this in front of everyone, as it would offend people, so we can only look for opportunities to donate it privately.

Nan Longsu turned around and saw Xiaobai standing outside the warehouse holding the reward of 100 coins, and couldn't help but smile at him.

"When I saw Sister Su coming this way, I knew what Sister Su was thinking. I thought it wouldn't cost me any money, so I came here to pay my respects."

Nan Longsu smiled and said: "Etiquette is less important than affection. There are not many people like you in the yamen nowadays! I am proud to recommend you."

"Promote, promote." Xiaobai watched Nan Longsu leave, then went into the warehouse and donated money. After registering his name and the purpose of the donation, he returned to the wing.

As soon as I opened the door, the familiar smoke drifted out.

Xiaobai entered the room dumbfounded, closed the door and said, "I really don't understand, what is there to smoke?"

Shiniao ignored him and got two books from somewhere and was flipping through them.

Xiaobai went over and took a look, and saw that the book was full of messy patterns, and the cover of another book clearly read "Twelve Patterns in the Golden Gap".

"Good guy, I almost looked like the Thirteen Hairpins of Jinling." Xiaobai sat on the chair with a smile and suddenly talked about what he discovered last night.

The old god Shiniao was reading a book and smoking a pipe: "When a piece of art is exhibited, ordinary people see its beauty, craftsmen see its craftsmanship, and businessmen see its value. Different people have different opinions.

When pragmatism is deeply rooted in people’s hearts in a certain circle, simple appreciation is naturally lost. Isn’t it strange?”

"It's so weird. I'm no longer the novice I used to be. I think my writing is pretty good. Why can't I get some praise in return?"

Shi Niao said calmly: "Why are you always staring at them? Weiyangmen doesn't have many fans."

"I didn't say this, I thought they were all weird."

"Yes, but there is no need to show it." Shiniao grabbed a page of the book, opened it, and continued: "Long-term rigid education will naturally breed a group of stubborn people. This kind of stubbornness is not like us, ordinary people are stubborn.

It's multi-faceted, like a bully, it can fight you for anything.

Similarly, the people in this sect should not be so stubborn, but when it comes to competition, they are stubborn and unmatched by others, and they will be very casual and unrestrained in other things, but as long as they have the opportunity to climb up, they will ignore it.

It’s possible to do everything possible!”

"No one is different?" Xiaobai didn't believe it.

"I won't show it if I do."

Hearing this sentence again, Xiaobai sighed and said: "It's boring! It's so boring."

"The inertial thinking cultivated by solid education is like this once it is integrated into the genes. This is not a matter of one or two years, nor one or two generations. It should have gone through a long evolution. You can regard them as new human beings and new elites.

Ah, you think they are boring, they think your books are boring, they are not from the same world, so why bother."

"But they are picking on me." Xiaobai said unhappily.

"I can pick you, but I can't pick you to death."

"What should I do if my book is banned?" Xiaobai was worried about this.

"It's just a vest, change it and put it out again."

"You said it easily."

There was nothing Xiaobai could do about this matter.
Chapter completed!