The ship docked and the autumn rain suddenly came.
Feng Xun, the county magistrate, held up an umbrella and asked, "Mr. Yaohai, the rain is cold and cold. Do you want to wait until the rain stops before going ashore?"
"Breeze and drizzle, it's a good time!"
Wei Zhaocheng pushed away the umbrella extended by his servant, leaned on a hiking stick, and chanted as he walked: "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly. A bamboo stick is lighter than a horse with mango shoes, who is afraid of a raindrop?
Misty Rain and Ren Shengsheng..."
Feng Xun gritted his teeth and simply put away the oil umbrella. After thinking about it, he put on his big hat again and hurriedly chased after him: "Yaohai Gong is smart and open-minded, and he can be Mr. Dongpo's confidant!"
Upon seeing this, the scholars behind them closed their umbrellas, put on their hats, and headed for Xin Qiji's former residence in the drizzle of autumn.
"Sir, why don't we hold an umbrella?" Wei Jianxiong asked.
Fei Yinghuan said: "Follow me and take your umbrella with you. It won't rain much anyway."
Zhao Han was quite excited. After all, it was the former residence of Xin Qiji, and he could appreciate the sage's grace from a distance.
I heard that the governor was coming to pay homage, and the local chief had been waiting for him for a long time.
There are many people named Xin nearby, some are descendants of Xin Qiji, and some are descendants of Xin Qiji's servants.
The village chief, whose surname was Xin, led the governor all the way to Laoquan and introduced: "This place is the former residence of our ancestors."
"The beautiful mountains and clear waters are really a good place to retreat to the countryside!" Wei Zhaocheng praised repeatedly.
Xin Qiji had two villas in Jiangxi. One was Jiaxuan Manor, which was burned down in a fire. So he built Laoquan Manor, where he lived until his old age, and passed away with regrets.
Zhao Han was squeezed into the crowd on the outside. He was young and short, jumping on his feet, and finally saw the famous Laoquan clearly.
If you regret it instantly, you might as well not watch it.
It's just a mountain spring flowing into a gourd-shaped stone pit. There's nothing surprising about it. It can even be said to be very ordinary.
However, two-thirds of Xin Qiji's handed down lyrics were composed here, including the sentence: "I see how charming the green mountains are, and I expected that the green mountains should be like this when they see me."
Zhao Han suddenly thought of the Eight Beauties of Qinhuai and wondered if Liu Rushi had started a business.
Wei Zhaocheng took a gourd and scooped water from the gourd spring. After tasting it, he praised it endlessly: "The pure and sweet water is the only one in the world. You can drink from the spring and taste it."
They are all local scholars, how could they not have drank the water from the ladle spring?
Alas, just pretend you haven’t drunk it.
All the scholars came forward one after another, one mouthful at a time and one mouthful at a time, full of complimentary words, as if they were drinking nectar.
Suddenly, the autumn wind blew violently and the raindrops were like beans.
Not caring about living in the misty rain, Wei Zhaocheng covered his head with both hands, ordered his servants to hold an umbrella quickly, and then trotted back to the boat to hide from the rain.
Come with good fortune and return with bad luck.
Xin Qiji's graveyard was halfway up the mountain, and there was no way to pay homage there. So everyone took a boat back to the county town along the same route.
Zhao Han stood at the door of the cabin, admiring the fleet in the rain. Thinking of Governor Wei's face, he couldn't help feeling sick.
Fei Yinghuan also came over to enjoy the rain scene, and said happily: "It's really timely rain, otherwise we would have to go hiking together. If you have two or three close friends, you can brave the rain to visit Mr. Jiaxuan's grave, which can be regarded as an elegant and happy thing in your life. But
Everyone here is a clinger, and they will only disturb Mr.’s spirit in heaven!”
Zhao Han pointed to a dozen ships in the distance: "Are those government officials?"
"No, most of them are temporary workers." Fei Yinghuan shook his head and said.
Temporary servants are ordinary people who work for the government in vain.
In order to accompany the governor on his sightseeing tour, the magistrate of Qianshan recruited many people to serve. Not only were they not paid, the people also had to bring their own dry food, and even the ships were recruited for free.
In addition, the wine, food, melons and fruits prepared for mountain climbing are also collected from relevant households. Even if you give up halfway and do not go to climb the mountain to sweep the tomb, none of the supplies will be returned, and there is a high probability that they will be divided up by the officials!
In other words, Wei Zhao's sudden trip may cause some servants to sell their sons and daughters.
What’s even more terrifying is that Wei Zhaocheng also plans to pay homage to Ehu Academy!
It is a sacred place of Neo-Confucianism and has been abandoned for a long time. Once the governor comes to pay homage in person, he must follow the official procedures and carry out simple cleaning and repairs. It will cost at least a few hundred taels and as much as tens of thousands of taels. Qianshan County Finance will directly
To collapse.
And what can Wei Zhaocheng get?
reputation!
Ehu Academy was the place where Zhu Xi, Lu Zuqian, Lu Jiuling, Lu Jiuyuan and others gathered to give lectures, thus laying the foundation for the prosperity of Neo-Confucianism and Xinxue for hundreds of years.
If Wei Zhaocheng casually worships and repairs it, he can become famous all over the world.
After returning to the county seat and sending Governor Wei back to the hotel to rest, Magistrate Feng immediately summoned many scholars for a meeting.
Facing a group of scholars and scholars, Feng Xun looked as low as a gray grandson. He almost said in a begging tone: "You are all talented people in this county. Duke Yaohai wants to repair Ehu Academy. This is to revive Qianshan Literature."
The feat of pulse. I also ask all friends to go home and tell their elders if each family can donate some money. The county government is really too poor. To be able to give out a hundred taels of silver is to sell iron..."
Feng Xun did not lie, the Qianshan government did not have money.
Hekou Town is one of the four famous towns in Jiangxi, a thoroughfare for eight provinces, and a trade center. Ehu Town is the shortest trade road from Jiangxi to Zhejiang. Yongping Town is the only trade road from Jiangxi to Fujian!
These three towns alone can make Qianshan County financially wealthy.
But we can’t collect taxes!
Moreover, in Qianshan County, which is so large, the official registered population is only about 10,000, so not many miscellaneous taxes can be collected.
Feng Xun, the county magistrate, was extremely aggrieved.
Upon hearing the county magistrate's call to donate money, all the scholars collectively transformed into Tai Chi masters.
Ehu Academy is located in a remote location. Unless a great scholar of the time came to teach in person, it would not be able to recruit students. It was repaired several times during this dynasty, but it was abandoned every time. It was a thankless task.
Let the gentry and wealthy families provide money to buy reputation for the governor and help the magistrate and county to please the superior officials, so go away!
"Your Majesty, I have important things to do at home, so I'll take my leave first."
"I would like to teach the county magistrate to know that if a lowly wife is expecting a baby at home, she will have to rush back to take care of her if she is born late."
"Your Majesty, I have been exposed to the rain and cold. I have a splitting headache. I would like to ask the doctor to prescribe two decoctions."
"County Honor..."
For a time, all the scholars dispersed, and Magistrate Feng was so anxious that he wanted to cry.
Seeing that Fei Yinghuan was about to leave, Feng Xun didn't care about his face and quickly stepped forward to catch him: "Brother Dazhao, can you have another cup of tea?"
Fei Yinghuan smiled and said, "I've had a lot of tea today, but I'm in a hurry."
Feng Xun took Fei Yinghuan's hand and said, "I will go to the toilet with Brother Dazhao."
Fei Yinghuan didn't bother to pretend anymore and said directly: "Fei has no money."
Feng Xun stretched out his hand and said: "With five thousand taels of silver, Wei Futai can recommend him as a magistrate of a county, not a small county, but a magistrate of a large county. This is a business that is sure to make money without losing money. In other times, it would have been more than ten thousand taels."
Fei Yinghuan smiled and said: "As a governor, can he recommend a large county as magistrate?"
Feng Xun explained: "Wei Futai's mentor is Zhan Rugong (Chen Yuting), the leader of the Donglin Party. Wei Futai himself is also deeply favored by His Majesty. Is it a fluke that he was promoted to eight levels in one day?"
The word "eldest elder" has been around since ancient times, and it often appears in daily communications and letters and notes.
"No need to say anything more, county magistrate. If I wanted to be the county magistrate, I would have taken my money to the Ministry of Civil Affairs to donate officials." Fei Yinghuan refused directly.
Feng Xun said anxiously: "This is the magistrate of the county, not that county. There are already few official vacancies in large counties, let alone only five thousand taels of silver. This opportunity cannot be missed, the time will never come again!"
"Farewell!" Fei Yinghuan walked away in a puff of his sleeves.
"well……"
Feng Xun sighed alone, and without caring about his face, he directly wrote a letter to a wealthy family with a successful family, writing in black and white to help Wei Zhaocheng sell his official position.
But it's really hard to sell this official position, unless you are too old and everyone wants to be admitted to Jinshi.
Even if you really plan to donate your official position, he already has his own way, so why would you want to find a newly appointed governor?
The only selling point is that there are only five thousand taels left to buy the county chief official, which is similar to a discount promotion by a merchant...
Wei Zhaocheng's abacus was very clever. He not only wanted to sell his official position to make money, but also wanted to repair Ehu Academy to gain fame!
on board.
Zhao Han asked: "What's bothering you, Master?"
"Poof!"
Fei Yinghuan slammed the bulkhead and cursed loudly: "You're openly selling your official position, you've lost your face, this guy surnamed Wei deserves to be killed!"
Wei Jianxiong muttered: "My surname is also Wei."
Fei Yinghuan said angrily: "This Wei Zhaocheng has been a public official for many years, but has never found an opportunity to make money. Now he has been promoted to eight levels in a row and was promoted to the governor of Jiangxi. He is eager to sell his official position everywhere. Listen. He said that he has been touring prefectures and counties in the past few months, and he probably sold his official position all the way to Qianshan. He really didn't even give up his face for the sake of money!"
"Maybe he is anxious to show off his achievements." Zhao Han said sarcastically.
Fei Yinghuan asked: "What counts as performance?"
Zhao Han smiled and said: "Slip of the tongue, it's nothing."
Wei Zhaocheng was eager to sell his official position everywhere, not just for money.
You can also make friends with local wealthy families, accept the sons of the gentry as disciples, and send party members and minions to various places to serve as officials. You can also form cliques at all levels, so that the Donglin Party grows stronger and gradually controls the right to speak from the central to the local governments.
Fei Yinghuan is being hypocritical here. His biological father, who is far away in Ehu, was very happy to receive the letter from Magistrate Feng.
With only five thousand taels of silver, you can buy a magistrate of a large county. This deal is such a bargain!
I haven’t seen such honest merchants on June 18th and Double Eleven. The discounts have been so severe that I feel like I have lost 100 million if I don’t place an order quickly.
(One more book to sacrifice: "Tracing the Era of Literature and Art". I will be reborn and engage in literary creation. I am very literary and artistic.)