The banging of bangs in the county government office was heard day after day, and Han Chengxu gradually became accustomed to holding a cup of fragrant tea in front of the official in the early morning.
The tea he brewed was very cheap, but he felt that life was getting more and more promising.
"When Alang gets married, it's time for Qiaoer to marry."
Han Qi'an squinted, marking the progress of the city's construction on the drawing, and said casually: "The little girl is still young, Alang means there is no rush."
"Not too young."
"Fortunately, Alang married the princess of the Gao family, so she can treat Qiao'er well. It would be better if she did it earlier or later."
"Speaking of which, you and Qiaoer's mother are both beautiful, but this little girl is..." Han Chengxu shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Han Qian said: "It will be good if it grows longer. Yuanniang was like this when she was a child."
"Have you ever seen Qiaoer Niang when she was a child?"
"Dad, have you forgotten? I saw her once during the Lingchuan Poetry Festival. I was ten years old and Yuanniang was eight years old. She was small, dark and thin..."
"Yining." Han Chengxu sighed: "Have you ever thought about renewing your relationship?"
"The child has bad health, that's all."
"Just slowly recuperate your body and bones."
"It won't be long before the Mongolian army attacks Shu. It's not a peaceful time, so how can you have such thoughts?"
"If the war continues, life must go on." Han Chengxu did not persuade his son any more and murmured: "Finally, Alang's military exploits will soon be spread to Lin'an. It would be better if he was transferred away from Qingfu."
"Alang ordered me to write a letter to Ding Daquan..."
In the public house, when the father and son were talking, Huang Shi, a clerk from the county government, knocked on the door and came in.
"Two gentlemen, is the county magistrate here?"
"A case is going to court today, and the county magistrate has passed."
"A messenger has arrived, and he is very impressive."
Han Qian stood up and said, "I'll go see him."
"Mr. Han." Huang Shi said: "That man keeps saying that he only needs to see the county magistrate."
The Han family's father and son looked at each other and understood what the phrase "infinitely grand" meant...
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Fang Hui sat in the small hall and waited for a while. When Li Xia came down from the courtroom, he did not get up. He just sat still and looked at Li Xia calmly.
"I have met Li Zhixian. I am just returning. I am named Wanli. I am from Shexian County, Huizhou. I am thirty years old."
Li Xia said: "Did Xianggong Jia send you here?"
"Exactly." Fang Hui adjusted his sleeves and said: "The governor of Huizhou, Wei Gong, appreciated my poetic talent and once took me to Yongjia, where I was recommended to the Enxiang shogunate by Lieutenant Lu."
"Xiangong Jia sent you to deliver the letter?"
"Hey, don't worry, Li Zhixian doesn't want to see tea? Can you and I chat for a while?"
"Show some tea to Mr. Fang." Li Xia sat down on the main seat, his official aura gradually showing.
Fang Hui smiled and said: "I heard that Li Zhixian is a poet, and he once said, "When I have free time, I will write the green hills and sell them, so as not to make money to do evil in the world." Is this a copy?"
Li Xia glanced at Fang Hui lightly, a little confused.
He was in Lin'an at the time and copied Tang Bohu's poem to persuade Huang Yong. Later, Huang Yong wrote to Fu Que and found out his real name, so it was possible for this poem to be spread.
"It was copied."
"Sure enough." Fang replied: "I have a poem, 'The robe has no money to exchange, and the firewood money has not been returned for a long time. Someone comes to ask for words, and the wine is drunk among the flowers on credit.' I think Li Zhixian is looking at the meaning of this poem.
I copied the poetry."
Li Xia was not polite and said, "I've never heard of your poem."
Fang replied: "Wei Gong once praised me as one of the best Lu You in the world. Is it true that Li Zhixian has never heard of my poems?"
"Xiangong Jia sent you here, what do you want to say?"
"Haha, Li Zhixian is really impatient when he takes office at a young age."
Fang Hui said, when he saw a middle-aged man bringing tea, he waved his hand and said: "This brother, his face is sallow, could he be suffering from tuberculosis? Don't touch the tea..."
Han Qi'an took the tea and his face became increasingly ugly.
Fang Hui was completely unaware and said to Li Xia: "Li Zhixian, this is your staff, right? It's not necessary to come and meet me on the occasion of delivering tea. It's not necessary."
"Mr. Fang has good eyesight."
"I went to Qingfu County the day before yesterday and took a look around." Fang replied: "Lizhi County trains troops and governs the people, which is something ordinary people cannot do..."
Li Xia's expression was still calm, and when he looked at Fang Hui, he felt a little wary in his heart.
But I heard Fang Hui finally say: "But, Li Zhixian, you have lost your courage."
"Yeah?"
"Do you know how Jia Xianggong did it?" Fang replied: "As early as the second year of Jiaxi, Jia Xianggong reported that 'the way to make money is to not rush to get rid of corrupt officials.' Yizu punished corrupt officials, killed the court with a stick, and Xiaozong
If you do it today, you will be rich." Faced with the local evil gentry and corrupt officials, he should be ruthlessly copied. On the other hand, Magistrate Li, you have only copied Zhang Yuanming since you took office. The amount is small, the amount is small."
Li Xia's face finally turned grim.
Fang Hui raised his hand and pointed at the blue sky outside the hall, and said: "In the third year of Chunyou, Xianggong Jia took office in areas along the Yangtze River, Jinghu, Lianghuai and other places. He vigorously cultivated fields and reclaimed wasteland. This not only supplied local food and salary and city building needs, but also had surplus grain support.
In other places, officials praised him for "taking advantage of the border to pay wages, serving diligently, and allocating all the expenses for imperial construction. He still has some savings, so he can be rewarded." On the other hand, you, Li Zhixian, a refugee who moved to western Sichuan, still stretched out your hand.
Asking the state government for money and food?”
"What do you want to say?"
"Li Zhixian wants me to tell you clearly? Okay!" Fang Hui said loudly: "Whether you are good or bad, good or evil, it all depends on Mr. Jia's thoughts! Now that Mr. Jia has sent me here, how do you treat me?
!”
With a "crack" sound, Li Xia suddenly stood up, drew out his long sword, and walked towards Fang Hui with the sword in hand.
"You...what are you doing?"
"Are you really sent by Mr. Jia? Could it be that you are from the north?"
"I...how could I be..."
Fang Hui was startled. He didn't have time to get up and wanted to run away. He fell to the ground, his face turned pale.
He had always been this arrogant, thinking that Jia Sidao sent him to deliver the message to suppress Li Xia's arrogance. However, he did not expect that Li Xia would kill him in the name of meticulous work without saying a word.
Doesn't this look like an official at all?
Li Xia didn't actually kill Fang Hui. Seeing him trembling with fear, he just held the tip of the sword against his throat.
"Jia Xianggong loves to joke. He sent you here just to scare me. If you take it seriously and are too crazy, he won't blame me if I kill you. Do you believe it?"
"I, I, I... I don't dare anymore... Li Zhixian... don't make trouble..."
"You have something to say."
"Okay...Okay...Mr. Jia sent me to bring two messages, and...there is also a reply from someone in the north to Mr. Jia..."
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"Fang Hui Fang Wanli, this man is quite talented and famous. Some of his poems are widely circulated. I also heard about him when I was in Lin'an."
As Li Yong spoke, he slowly chanted: "'Every time I see an old man in the field, he will win over the poor people in the city. Although he is clumsy in language, he still embraces the truth. How can the government officials only want to embarrass the peasants'... This person has compassion for the people.
Heart."
"Father, don't be deceived by Fang Huizhi's poems. This man's words and deeds are inconsistent, and his character is extremely bad. There are many rumors among the scholars." Li Zhaocheng said: "He wrote poems to ridicule all the officials in Lin'an for relying on Ding Daquan. 'Ru Jun is more like this.
He turned his head and wrote "Hundred Odes of Plum Blossoms" to flatter Jia Sidao."
"Yeah?"
Li Zhaocheng said: "My child would rather not learn poetry and calligraphy than imitate such disgusting talents."
Li Yong smiled, not caring about such a young talent, and muttered: "Jia Sidao is also looking for me."
Li Xia nodded and said, "Mr. Li, what do you think he wants as a gift during this new year and festival?"
"It seems that I have caused you trouble."
"That's not true." Li Xia said, "If you go to find Wu Qian now, Jia Sidao will take advantage of you, so stay in Qingfu."
"Well, let's do that for now."
"Anyway, I want to tell you that you should be careful to hide your identity."
Li Xia said, got up and walked out.
He only told Li Yong that Jia Sidao sent people to test the matter to remind Li Yong to be careful. As for the rest, Li Xia didn't say much.
And what he carried in his arms was a letter from Yang Guo.
The agreed time has arrived, and Meng Ge has indeed sent people to gou kao to the north to track down the princes of the Han Dynasty...
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Luzhou.
Jia Sidao held up a big knife and swung it twice, panting and wiping his face with a sweat towel.
"Why do you have to work so hard, Alang?" Gui Hepu hurriedly brought the basin over.
"Huh... When you go out to lead troops in war, what will you do if you don't practice... Meng Shaobao could entrust me with border defense back then, but you really think that I can only fight chickens and lackeys."
"Alang doesn't know how to fight cocks, he can fight crickets."
"Ha." Jia Sidao didn't mind being dirty and sat down directly on the school ground. He suddenly said: "Counting the time, Fang Hui has already arrived in Qingfu County. I don't know if he is still alive."
"Why did Alang choose to send that madman there?"
"That boy is disgusting and disgusting. If you irritate him, you will be able to see more things. Just like fighting with crickets, you need to provoke him."
Jia Sidao lay down straight, crossed his legs, chewed a straw, looked at the sky, and murmured: "Lin'an is better."
"Alang, you are already forty and three years old, and if you still act like this, people will say that we are frivolous..."