Fang Yingwu's worries mainly came from two points. First, he was worried that Xu Da would be bold enough to have the idea of "silencing his mouth." It is easy to commit a thief for a thousand days, but it is difficult to prevent a thief every day; second, he was worried that Xu Da would continue to pester him, and this kind of unscrupulousness would not be possible.
Low-level villains are often more difficult to deal with than ordinary high-ranking officials.
However, when he returned to the house, Fang Yingwu didn't show any special expression. He didn't want to add trouble to his family. Besides, the capital city is complicated and there are so many forces. If you worry about big and small things and are afraid of offending someone, you will never
I can’t stop worrying.
The next day, Fang Yingwu and his party took a rented car and headed for the capital. They were speechless all the way. When they arrived at the customs outside Chongwen Gate, they were spared the trouble of passing the customs because of their status as a judicial officer, and they did not encounter any difficulties.
After entering the city again, Fang Yingwu guided the cart to the Zhejiang Guild Hall, which was not far from Chongwen Gate. Logically speaking, he should go straight to his father's place, but he didn't know the specific place, so he planned to settle down at the Zhejiang Guild Hall first.
Stepping into the gate of the Zhejiang Guild Hall, one can see the wealthy shopkeeper Huang sitting in the front hall, playing with the abacus beads in boredom; and under the big tree in the atrium, the down-and-out scholar Lou Tianhua, who still looks so smooth, is taking a nap against the tree trunk in boredom.
This scene was so familiar that it gave Fang Yingwu some hallucinations of time reappearing. When he first arrived in the capital and entered the Zhejiang Guild Hall the year before last, he saw the same scene. Now it seems like the past has reappeared, but the season is different.
Shopkeeper Huang hadn't reacted yet, but Lou Tianhua, who was watching people eating, jumped up, jumped a few more times, and shouted to Fang Yingwu: "Ah! I heard a magpie calling early this morning. It turns out it's really true."
What a joy!"
Fang Yingwu looked up at the early winter sky in November. In theory, Lou Tianhua said it was possible. Magpies are not migratory birds.
Fang Yingwu bowed his hands in greeting and said: "After the new year, Mr. Lou, are you okay? Are you still doing your news business and joint brokerage business?"
Lou Tianhua shrank his neck and sighed: "The world is difficult now, and life is very difficult."
Fang Yingwu couldn't help but laugh, looking very unsympathetic. Although the court was dim and disasters seemed to occur in many places, it was generally in a period of economic prosperity and development.
At least he rarely hears people say "the world is difficult" among the people. Today may not be better than other times, but it is certainly not worse than other times.
He couldn't help but laugh and said: "In today's prosperous times, the country is peaceful and the people are peaceful, which weird thing did Mr. Lou say?"
Lou Tianhua shook his head and said: "The imperial court is lifeless. All the princes are dawdling, and they all think that doing more is worse than doing less. The whole hall is harmonious, and the local area is full of virtuous people... The two together we have It will be difficult to do business."
Fang Yingwu couldn't help but think of what happened last time he went to the capital, and he felt deeply convinced. He felt that Lou Tianhua's words were full of profound meaning. Even with his IQ, it took him a while to think through it.
The imperial court was lazy and did not bother with its affairs, and at the same time, all the local officials were wise and good officials. This sounds beautiful, but how did it become what Lou Tianhua said was "difficult times in the world"?
Later, Fang Yingwu figured out that the imperial court was a stagnant water without internal fighting, so there was no need for information dealers like them. As for the Jinyi Weidong Factory, there was no need to get information from them. And if officials from other places did not go to Beijing to do things, local people
If they don't go to Beijing to complain, they, the hard-working brokers, will have nothing to do.
Of course, we can also understand a deeper meaning from this sentence. Why are the local officials in today's world so good and high-quality? That's because although the emperor is not the emperor of the sage, he does not like to kill people. He always troubles him by giving advice.
Everyone rushed to the place, out of sight and out of mind.
As a result, a large number of wise ministers were scattered all over the place. They could only look forward to the capital and sigh. For example, Fang Yingwu's cheap grandfather Wang Shu is a classic example. His old man has been living in the local area and has forgotten what the capital looks like.
The wise ministers who cared about the country and the people and dared to get angry were all driven away one by one. Naturally, most of the people who stayed in the imperial court were Wan An and Liu Ji. Only Ke Dao still retained a trace of cleanliness, and from time to time, in this scholarly forest
Let’s cry out a few times in an era judged by public opinion to be “dark”.
Fang Yingwu waved his hand and said what Lou Tianhua wanted to hear the most: "No more words for now, I'll treat you to dinner tonight!"
At this time, Shopkeeper Huang, who was sitting in the Zhejiang Guild Hall, slowly walked forward and congratulated the other party: "I haven't seen you for many years, and I miss you a lot. It wasn't until I saw the provincial examination records sent by a friend a few days ago that Mr. Fang ranked first.
Third, such a great achievement is really gratifying!
Now it is a good story about the father and son who passed the imperial examination. When the Spring Festival Competition comes next year, if Mr. Fang goes to high school again, it will be even more good about the father and son who are Jinshi!"
Fang Yingwu said modestly: "Shopkeeper Huang is so complimentary."
Shopkeeper Huang smiled slightly, "It's getting late today, and your father lives in Xicheng, which is still some distance from the guild hall. It would be inconvenient to rush there in a hurry.
How about Mr. Fang resting in the guild hall for the night, and I will send someone else to report the news to your father, and then ask someone to lead Mr. Fang there tomorrow, how about this?"
This arrangement made Fang Yingwu feel very comfortable, and he quickly thanked him: "This is very thoughtful, thank you, shopkeeper!"
He couldn't help but secretly praise in his heart. He was worthy of being a shopkeeper who could sit in the hall and preside over the meeting. He was really proficient in such exquisite skills. He could arrange everything properly before he even said a word. However, when he came last time, he
But I didn’t enjoy this kind of home-like treatment...
After settling in, Fang Yingwu fulfilled his promise and invited Lou Tianhua to dinner. Of course, Fang Yingwu did not invite him to dinner for nothing. During the dinner, Fang Yingwu had to carefully inquire about the current situation in the capital.
As for Lou Tianhua, when faced with Fang Yingwu, an old customer and potential stock, he naturally knew everything and talked about it, but he was stumped by Fang Yingwu on a small and inconspicuous issue.
"There is a Baoguo Temple in the capital, do you know? Or is it called Ciren Temple?" Fang Yingwu asked seriously.
Lou Tianhua thought for a moment in confusion, "Nowadays, people believe in Buddhism and Taoism. There are many monks and Taoists in Beijing, and I have heard about many major temples. I have never heard of what you are talking about..."
"Never heard of it?" Fang Yingwu was overjoyed. It seems that this opportunity is still there, and continued: "Then I will ask you to inquire about the situation of Baoguo Temple, especially the situation of the monks. As far as I know, Baoguo Temple is about
It is a very small temple in the Nancheng area, so it is understandable that it is not well known."
Although Lou Tianhua didn't understand why Fang Yingwu would pay attention to a little-known temple with only a few monks, he had absolutely no reason to push the business out. He agreed: "It's easy to say.
I will go to Nancheng tomorrow to find out the news."