After a sleepless night, Hong Jinglai was troubled almost all night long. Who the hell am I?

He didn't think about taking responsibility, but he became loyal to his duty, which was different from the common people. He didn't think about saving the people, but he became the hero of the common people.

I just live my life step by step and want to live a good life!

It’s not that I’m too good! It’s that this era is too bad!

"Gelang is different from those! Extraordinarily different!" Under the moonlight, the candle flames were like beans. Although they were swaying, they could not cover up the clarity and clarity in Han Sanshi's eyes at that time.

Perhaps this is the truest form of entrusting one with one's life, being willing to advance and retreat together with the king, share honor and disgrace, and live life and death together.

After getting up in clothes, the morning in Hanyang begins to come alive. Cars and horses transporting firewood, vegetables and even drinking water from outside the city to the city intersect with oxcarts collecting grain recycling barrels in the city. The steam engine mill next to Hanyang is emitting black smoke, but the roar is loud.

It couldn't cover the hawking of merchants coming from Badao outside the south gate.

"Mom! You got up early." Hong Jinglai said hello when he saw the old lady looking at the pickled bean paste in the corner.

"I didn't sleep well last night." The old lady wore a linen apron and didn't look back. She was just moving the lid of the sauce jar.

"Actually, you don't have to make miso yourself, you can just buy it." Hong Jinglai didn't say why he didn't sleep well last night or anything. He stepped on the heels of his cloth shoes and didn't bother to pull them up, so he walked over casually.

"You men want to study economics. What else can we women do if we don't do this?" Hong took two pieces of charcoal from the pocket on his apron, gently broke them open and inserted them into the miso paste.

"This is?"

"What? Beans have a beany smell, and when making sauce, there will be mixed smells. Using charcoal can remove the foreign smells." Hong broke off another piece of charcoal and inserted it into the sauce.

"Sure enough, all knowledge in the world is knowledgeable!" Hong Jinglai couldn't help but nodded.

"You scholars, you just say things you don't understand."

After taking some sauce with a wooden spoon, Hong turned to the kitchen and made a large bowl of hot soup with boiling water and handed it to Hong Jinglai. Not to mention, just by smelling it, there was a strong aroma of beans.

After taking a sip, I found that there was indeed no unpleasant taste. Although the sauce was not completely mature and the flavor was quite different, it still had a good taste. After one bowl, my body warmed up a little and I felt refreshed.

"Bring some rice, I have to go to the Eunuch Fenggao's house today to pay my respects." The chaos in my mind was washed away by a bowl of hot soup. Life has to go on. I still have my mother to support and cabbage to eat.

Pursue.

"Today's meal is beans and rice. If you go to Feng Gao's house, you should wait a while and cook another pot for you." Mrs. Hong took the bowl and suggested.

"Bean rice? Then let's steam another pot." If he eats a big bowl of bean rice and then sees Jin Zuchun start a series of attacks, it will be very embarrassing. Hong Jinglai is also a decent person and cannot be embarrassed like this.

Face.

Soon, other people in the courtyard also got up one after another, and everyone had their own things to be busy with. Han Sanseok and Hong Jinglai had a chat at the dry toilet last night, obviously they didn't sleep enough, but the Uijeongbu government had to go on duty, so he couldn't

be late.

Han Wushi had to go to Jin Zuchun's house in advance to deliver the post. After receiving it, he would be told when and what time to come. A busy person like Jin Zuchun would have to meet dozens of people in a day, so he must make an appointment in advance.

As for Li Jichu, he didn’t practice swordsmanship. He couldn’t move his bow and arrow in the yard, so he didn’t mention the shotgun. He was waving his flail that could hit a watermelon head, and he was practicing his back and arms. The sound of breaking through the air still sounded scary.

, it looked lively, and it was indeed a show of skill. Even the little maid Heshan at home stood by and watched with a starry face.

Ordinary morning...

"When will the superintendent be free?" Hong Jinglai pulled rice. There were many wild vegetables in early spring, but farmers still grew leeks and the like. In the end, bean sprouts were eaten with the rice. It would be delicious if you added some shredded pork and stir-fried it, but it was a pity that it was so early in the morning.

There is no meat for sale either.

Changping Qianzheng of the dignified Xuanhui Hall, a senior official from the fourth grade, breakfast is just a big bowl of rice and a bowl of bean sprouts soup, no one believes it!

"You may have time before noon, but early in the morning is the best time." Spring has begun and the weather is getting hotter. Han Wushi came back with some sweat on his forehead.

"Yeah." Hong Jinglai responded and continued to struggle with bean sprouts.

Then Han Sanshi came up to report that it was time to go on duty. Han Wushi also retreated to do other things. After all, Hong Jinglai was a big man, and there were people who came to post. As a member of Hong Jinglai's family, Han Wushi also had many things to do.

Prepare for Hong Jing to deal with it in advance.

After breakfast, with nothing to do, Hong Jinglai picked up a stick and started sparring with Li Jichu. After all, he was a military officer in the martial arts class, and his ancestral gun and stick skills were passed down from his ancestors. Although it has become a common move to strengthen the body, Hong Jinglai also

I don’t expect to become an enemy of thousands of people.

Li Jichu didn't dare to use flails when he and Hong Jinglai were in couplets, and picked up a stick at random. Even if he let Hong Jinglai use one hand, he could easily do it, and they beat him for a while, and he was sweating in the end.

I took this opportunity to wipe myself and wash my hair. It was still early anyway, so it was a good impression to see Jin Zuchun fresh and refreshed.

At the second quarter of the hour, set off early and go ahead to wait, so as not to miss the hour.

Naturally, there were many people waiting in front of Jin's house. Some people may have waited for ten days and a half, but they still couldn't get in line. But Hong Jinglai had already handed in the ticket, and now he was directly welcomed in, attracting people immediately.

A lot of looks.

"Coming?" Jin Zuchun met Hong Jinglai not in the flower hall, but in the pavilion in the yard.

"Meet the Chief Superintendent."

"Xiao Zhang ordered me to see you yesterday."

"Yes, we talked about some local anecdotes." This was the first time that Hong Jinglai had spoken to Jin Zuchun alone, so he sat more upright.

"Not only that, I'm afraid it's clear that Xianzhen Temple and Xianzheng Temple are the same."

"He also talked about succession without heirs."

"Well, what do you think?"

"The supervisor is in the center. It's really not easy. A single move can affect the whole body." What does Hong Jinglai think of this kind of thing?

Even if he has an opinion, he won't say it, because only Jin Zuchun can make the decision, and the Xiao Zhao family has trouble speaking.

"Huh? You are different! There are people who make insinuations, there are people who point out the pros and cons..." Jin Zuchun smiled, feeling that Hong Jinglai's answer was a bit unexpected.

"It's just a sigh, but the lower officials can't understand the difficulty of the eunuch."

That's for sure! We haven't unified the government and held great power. Even if we want to know what it feels like to hold the power of a country with tens of millions of people, we have no chance!

You can't just say something. It's not easy for you. You've worked hard to serve the people!
Chapter completed!