Maybe there was more joy of success in his stomach, but it still showed on his face. Maybe Li San was born with a personality and captured it: "Sir, you are in a good mood today, aren't you?"
"Is that okay? Today is the Lantern Festival. You can take a bath in the afternoon. Li San, how do you usually celebrate the Lantern Festival?"
When this topic was mentioned, Li San was immediately excited. Li San said that during the Lantern Festival in the past, he would buy two kilograms of pig head meat, buy two jiao of wine, and if the harvest was good that year, he would pull three feet of cloth. , I made a spring dress for a woman, but this year is different. Sir, you were too generous yesterday. When I took the one hundred taels of silver home, my woman knelt down on the spot. After struggling for half a night, she got up and asked me how she could repay you. The talent is here. She wanted to go back to her hometown to get some fresh food and bring it to you. I told her that you are the God of Wealth in Da Cang. She has never eaten anything delicious. I can help you as a errand, which is better than anything else. …
"Haha, it's good to have this knowledge!" Lin Su said with a smile: "What about this year? Will you take your wife to go shopping in Flower Street?"
Li Sandao: "Sir, do you want to go shopping in Flower Street? If so, I will make arrangements for you."
"Forget it! You go and accompany your wife. I have my own arrangements and I don't need you to accompany me."
"Sir, if there is anything you need to do, you must tell the villain. Although the villain is a lowly servant, he is still quite familiar with the capital..."
"I know, I know! You are well-informed and well-informed. Um...Okay, I'll go visit..."
Lin Su left the office and walked through the corridor of the Supervision Department. Suddenly, he stopped in front of a door. This office was Duan Shangao's office.
A smile slowly appeared on Lin Su's face...
Knocking on the door, a concierge came over: "Oh, Mr. Lin, is there something wrong?"
"Is Mr. Duan here?"
"exist!"
Duan Shangao was holding a case file, frowning slightly, when he suddenly saw Lin Su coming in.
As soon as he saw Lin Su, Duan Shangao frowned even more. He was afraid that he was going to have a bad year last year, so he just got into trouble. Why do so many people say that they have a personal relationship with him? What does this mean? I have nothing to do with this guy. Why do you have a personal relationship with him if you have met him in person?
Today, I bumped into the real boss, and it seems that the time has come to publicize my stance. If I severely criticize him in public, does that count as drawing a clear line with him? That’s a question...
At this moment, a bag was handed to the table. It was a demon clan storage bag.
Duan Shangao's face darkened: "What do you mean..."
“It’s Chinese New Year, let’s bring you some souvenirs!”
Lin Su's face was filled with a sincere smile.
The old saying of reaching out to avoid hitting the smiling person still makes sense. Duan Shangao wanted to get angry but couldn't. He gently picked it up with his fingers and opened the bag. Duan Shangao stared at the white clouds, perfume and porcelain inside, and his expression slowly changed: "Beside the white clouds, tears of spring, tears of autumn...you call these souvenirs?"
"Yes, aren't the things we produce at home just local specialties? Sir, please sit down and take your leave!" He turned around and left.
Duan Shangao said in a deep voice: "Take the things away!"
Throwing it away casually, the bag flew towards Lin Su.
Lin Su gently held it up with his left hand, and the bag flew towards Duan Shangao again. At the same time, he opened the door, and the sound from outside came, and several pairs of eyes shot over, just in time to see Duan Shangao holding the bag. …
Duan Shangao's hand retracted as fast as lightning, and the bag disappeared...
This is completely subconscious...
This is inside the yamen, and it is also the Supervision Department. It is a common practice for officials all over the world that they can bring gifts to their homes and directly write a greeting note, but they are not allowed to have anything to do with gifts in the yamen.
Unless the relationship is particularly strong!
After taking back the bag, he suddenly realized that he had been tricked!
Damn, you gave me a gift in the Yamen? Is our relationship that strong? Now there is only one choice, hand over the gift to Lei Zheng to show fairness and selflessness, and at the same time make you lose face. We don’t exist in the first place.
personal relationship.
However, as soon as his mind changed, he suddenly felt that something was wrong!
All the high officials in the DPRK are talented people. What would they think if I did this?
They will definitely think that this is a play performed by my old Duan!
Deliberately trying to clear up the relationship.
As soon as the obvious conclusion came out, everything I did was the opposite...
In an instant, Comrade Duan, who had become a master in the officialdom, had a splitting headache...
Lin Su had already left, with a smile on his face again...
It's been so long, everyone seems to have forgotten that you and I, Duan Shangao, are in the same group. They don't suppress you very much, but only suppress me. I am so lonely in the officialdom, and you, Duan, are here to help me share my burdens.
Bar……
With a gift bag and a detailed understanding of the psychology of court officials, he put Duan Shangao in a dilemma during the Lantern Festival, making his head grow three and a half times with worry...
As for him, he was happy and happy.
There was a person in front of him who got off duty earlier than him!
Who is it? His waist is straight and his clothes must have been washed eight hundred times, Li Zhiyuan!
Li Zhiyuan is of the same type as Zeng Shigui. Although he has a monthly salary of forty taels, he is often penniless and still reaches out to the servants around him. There is really no other court official like him.
Li Zhiyuan is actually the same type as himself. What type is he? The kind whose road to promotion is closed.
It took this old boy twelve years to remove the word "cong" from his "from fifth rank". As for himself, it has been almost a year since he entered the officialdom, and his iron-clad fifth rank shows no signs of loosening. Look at this
His posture, if he doesn't change his dynasty, he will probably remain an old fifth-level man until his death.
The fifth grade cherishes the fifth grade. People who share the same disease should stay close to each other!
"Master Li!" Lin Su called from behind: "What are your plans for the Lantern Festival today?"
Li Zhiyuan slowly turned around, staring at him with a pair of eyes that were full of energy and brows: "What are Mr. Lin's plans?"
"The Flower Street in Beijing is famous all over the world, but Lin has never seen it with his own eyes. Are you interested in traveling with us?"
"none!"
Look at this answer, isn't this how God teases you to death?
Lin Su is good at picking up the conversation: "Master Li, do you have official business to attend to?"
"none!"
Holy shit!
"That……"
Li Zhiyuan interrupted him: "Mr. Lin, as the supervisors of the capital, we should set an example for all people. How can we encourage those unhealthy trends?"
"Flower Street... is an unhealthy trend?" Lin Su asked in surprise: "Mr. Li, could it be that he has some misunderstandings about Flower Street? On the Flower Street, guessing lantern riddles and watching floats, don't they reflect the various styles of literature? What is wrong with this trend?"
Li Zhiyuan said: "Master Lin, does he know how much a float costs?"
"Never done it before, unknown!"
"The lowest price for a float is thirty taels, and the highest one is as much as a thousand taels! If these silver taels are given to poor families, how many people can be saved from fire and water? Mr. Lin, do you know?"
Lin Su was stunned...
Li Zhiyuan continued: "It is so shameless to be so extravagant and wasteful, spending people's money in pursuit of temporary pleasure! How can Li encourage this unhealthy trend?"
Lin Su: "As far as I know, most of what they spend is their own money."
"Where does their own money come from? There is a certain amount of wealth in the world. If one thing disappears, another will rise. If another thing disappears, another will rise."
Wealth in the world is a given!
Did your economics teacher teach you this?
Well, by the way, he doesn't know anything about economics either.
Most people in this era have such a stubborn understanding that they always equate wealth to the total amount of gold and silver, and have not risen to the level of currency at all.
Therefore, they believe that wealth is a constant concept. If there is more on one side, it will naturally decrease on the other side.
In fact, anyone who has studied modern economics knows that wealth is a variable.
Seeing his stubborn attitude, Lin Su initially thought that she might not be able to convince him for a while...
Change your thinking: "You think this float is a waste of money and money, but have you ever thought about another question? If these people don't make this float, will their money be distributed to the people?"
Li Zhiyuan shook his head, how could corrupt officials, local tyrants and evil gentry distribute money to the people?
"But when the floats were made, they distributed them to the people."
Li Zhiyuan frowned: "How is that possible?"
"There are many processes involved in making floats, including paper, carpentry, design, coloring, and work. Each process requires feeding a bunch of people. These people are either dignitaries or ordinary people! If the whole city were like this,
If you don't make a float as you wish, these people will starve to death."
Li Zhiyuan was stunned.
Not making floats seems to be a waste, but does the money saved have anything to do with the people?
On the contrary, the people really benefited from wasting this money!
Lin Su tilted his head: "What? Do you suddenly feel that the values that you have adhered to for a long time have collapsed?"
Li Zhiyuan let out a long breath: "No wonder people say you are just a troublemaker. You disturb the literary world and officialdom. Once the officialdom is disturbed, you start to disturb other people's dojo!" Dojo, for literary people, means something else.
What it means is: about adhering to principles.
Ha ha……
Lin Su laughed: "If your concept is right, I can't stir it up! I can stir it up, which shows that there is something wrong with your cognition itself! Let's go, I will take you to drink!"
Li Zhiyuan squinted at him: "What is this? Are you going to make compensation for bringing us into the ditch without being moral at the meeting?"
Lin Su stroked his forehead: "It seems that I need to disturb too many dojos! Do you think it is morally right for me to kneel down with you, and then we all die together? I will rescue you all through winding paths.
Is it called being unethical?"
Li Zhiyuan's conclusion about morality was once again shattered by him...
So, while heading to the restaurant, he didn't say a word.
He entered the most characteristic restaurant in Beijing.
He entered the private room on the third floor that was either rich or expensive.
Those exorbitantly priced dishes costing several taels of silver were served on the table one after another, and he turned a blind eye.
He seemed to be still struggling with the inner persistence of morality and truth, and could not come out for a while.
But when Lin Su took out the Grade-A Baiyunbian and prepared to open the altar, he suddenly woke up, stretched out his hand and pressed the jar: "Is this the Grade-A Baiyunbian?"
"yes."
"A jar can be sold for 500 taels?"
"Normally it's not that expensive, but it seems like it's really expensive in some places..."
"A jar costs 500 taels, which is only ten kilograms! Every cup is enough for a family of ten to eat for half a year!" Li Zhiyuan said angrily: "Can you drink such wine?"
Lin Su glared at him: "Why can't I drink my own wine? Do you dare to say that I have looted the people's fat and oil? Do you dare to say that my wine contains the blood and tears of the people?"
There are not many officials in the world who dare to say that they have never enjoyed the blessings of the people, but Lin Su really dares!
How much has he received so far? No one believes it, zero!
Just because he has never been to the settlement office of the Supervision Department, he doesn't even know how much money he has.
"I don't care what's in your wine, I'm here anyway, so you can't even think of being so extravagant!"
Lin Su stroked his forehead and rubbed it. He raised his hand and handed a bag to Li Zhiyuan: "Here you go, take it and help the world."
Li Zhiyuan opened it and took a look, his righteous expression slowly became vivid.
There are white clouds in this bag, spring tears, autumn tears...
"Can you let go of my wine jar now..."
Li Zhiyuan finally let go, his face full of tangles...
Lin Su hugged the wine jar and squinted at him: "I've never seen you like this. I drink my own wine, and I have to do a long time of ideological work for you. It's really a big world, and there are all kinds of surprises..."
As soon as you raise your hand, you will break the cover.
Suddenly, a hand stretched out to block it, and it was Li Zhiyuan's hand.
"What happened again?"
Li Zhiyuan said: "Are you sincerely inviting me to drink today?"
"yes!"
"Then I'll drink this wine!" Li Zhiyuan picked up the wine jar with his hands and stood up to leave the table.
Lin Su was completely dumbfounded: "You..."
Li Zhiyuan stepped down the stairs and drifted away...
Lin Su sat there blankly, unable to turn around for a long time.
What happened?
I give it a try...
I invited someone to drink, and they came, and the food was served, but they didn’t eat a bite and took the wine jar away. Oh my God, I must have encountered a ghost...
Lin Su raised his hand, and the official seal appeared in his palm, calling...
About a quarter of an hour later, a person stomped upstairs, it was Zhang Haoran.
Zhang Haoran looked at the dishes on the table and looked around: "Why did you suddenly think of treating me to a drink today? And make it so sumptuous and formal?"
"To tell you the truth, this meal and wine were not invited by you, but by the person I invited..."
As soon as he told the story, Zhang Haoran smiled, and then he slowly calmed down...
Li Zhiyuan? I know!
There was a disaster in his hometown. Maybe for him, he really couldn't swallow such a sumptuous lunch. Taking away the owner's wine jar was of course a literary joke, but compared to his "official service"
"It's a strange feat, but it doesn't seem to be anything.
Official uniform?
Can I still wear official uniform?
Zhang Haoran sighed: "Yes, the official uniforms are custom-made by the imperial court. Even if they are pawned in a pawn shop, people would not dare to accept them. But this old man has an excuse. Although the official uniforms are custom-made by the government, he himself
He also paid half of the money, so why can’t he pawn it? He didn’t say he wouldn’t redeem it. In the end, the pawnshop owner had no choice but to make an exception and pawned it to him, and he became a laughing stock in officialdom from then on.”
"Where is his hometown?"
"Beichuan...oh, by the way, Zeng Shigui is the county magistrate in his hometown."
Beichuan!
Lin Su's heart moved slightly. After Zeng Shigui took office as the magistrate of Beichuan County, he had a brief understanding of Beichuan. From the official information, he saw a land of plenty with good government and people, but Zeng Shigui told him that one county had one surname.
Basically, the power of one county is used to support the Zhao family in the capital!
Yes, it’s Zhao Xun!
He promised Zeng Shigui to visit Beichuan in autumn or summer.
Should we bring in this weird official Li Zhiyuan?