Langya Palace has a large population and is full of servants and maids. Nowadays, it is rare to find silence. It is not that the servants here are no longer busy with various chores, nor is it that they are no longer diligent.
But Wang Mi, who has always liked purity, has made it clear that his small courtyard does not need to be cleaned every day.
You only need to come once every five days. At other times, no other people can come and disturb you.
In the past, no one would have listened to Wang Mi's request. Those who should be cleaned would still have to clean, and those who should be served would still be unstoppable.
However, the situation is different now.
Wang Zhiyuan, who had always been ordinary, suddenly transformed into the most popular person in the court, the Huangmen Minister!
His official position has been significantly improved, and he has received great rewards. The mansion gifted by Sima Yao is also being renovated. Once completed, Wang Mi can move to the other side of Wuyi Lane and separate his family.
At present, the preliminary date is set after marrying Xie Minghui.
It must be said that the marriage between wealthy families in the late Jin Dynasty really had many benefits for women. If nothing else, just the fact that they lived very close to their parents' families, it was definitely not comparable to that of future dynasties.
The so-called marriage proposal for a woman is often just a matter of riding a bullock cart from one side of Wuyi Lane to the other side, let alone Jiankang City, without even leaving an alley.
Therefore, wealthy women in this era often had close ties with their natal families. Once their husbands were still officials in the capital and did not have to travel around the country, they could freely communicate with their natal families.
Of course, with freedom, there may be more conflicts. For example, if Xie An had not been too close to his daughter and son-in-law to do the things he did, he might not have been able to intervene at all.
"I think you're tired, let's drink some tea!"
"Hurry up and drink tea!"
When the conversation came to an end, Shen Suanzi carried the copper plate and entered the door excitedly. In the past few days, since Wang Mi sent away all the servants around him, Shen Suanzi was busy making arrangements.
Looking at her now, she is wearing a dress in festive colors and a double-ringed bun like that of the palace maid. She doesn't look like a guard at all, and she is completely different from her little grandma who only knows how to practice double cultivation.
Her attentive appearance made it difficult for people to imagine that not long ago, she gritted her teeth and said that she just wanted to follow Wang Mi to watch the fun and had no selfish feelings for him.
"Garlic, did you make this tea?"
The tea tray in front of him was steaming. Wang Mi looked at the hot and painful tea, but he really couldn't bear to be the first person to eat crabs.
He Wuji, who was next to him, was not aware of the danger, and thought Shen Lianzi's tea was good.
"certainly!"
“I cooked them all with my own hands!”
"All the chefs in the kitchen have tasted it, and they all said that it tastes very good." Shen Suanzi boasted vigorously, and kept hinting to Wang Mi to try it quickly. Wang Mi pushed the tea cup in front of He Wuji's eyes. .
"Why not, let Wuji taste it first."
"Yeah, that's okay."
Shen Liaozi is not a petty person. The tea he makes is just for everyone to drink. Everyone tastes the same.
He Wuji couldn't refuse, and he was really curious. Wang Mi watched him pick up the tea cup, and then swallowed his saliva.
Danger!
Too suspenseful!
It's not that Wang Mi is fussy, but the taste of tea made in the late Eastern Jin Dynasty is really unacceptable.
In addition, Chen Lianzi’s craftsmanship is really doubtful...
puff……
Before the tea passed through his throat, He Wuji took a sip and sprayed all the tea onto the ground. His painful expression was simply heartbreaking to see.
"Wuji!"
"Wuji, are you okay?"
He Wuji said bitterly: "Zhiyuan, you have already known about Guanzi's skills, right?"
Shen Suanzi pouted, completely confused.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong with this tea?"
"The chefs have already tasted it, and they all agree!"
Does a certain woman have a taste disorder?
He Wuji finally took a breath and said sadly: "It's okay!"
"It's bitter and unbearable. It seems like it's not yet ripe. Garlic, have you ever tasted the tea you made?"
Shen Suanzi was stunned. This question could be said to be soul torture for her.
She shook her head blankly, she really hadn't tasted it.
It's not that she doesn't want to taste it, or that she deliberately digs a trap for them to harm people. This is her first time making tea by herself. She is still very confident about the effect.
Therefore, as soon as the finished product came out, she brought the tea to the chefs in the kitchen and asked them to taste it. The chefs all said that the tea would be good.
Shen Suanzi really couldn't accept that the good tea that everyone recognized had become unacceptable when it came to them!
He Wuji curled his lips: "Garuanzi, your skills really need to be improved."
You will never think of him for good things. If you can think of him, it is a pit and a trap!
Poor He Wuji was unprepared and jumped in stupidly.
Shen Suanzi was also from a wealthy family. He Wuji didn't mean to blame her, but he was full of resentment towards the person next to him who was trying to suppress his laughter.
Those little eyes were like knives.
Swish!
Swish, brush, brush!
Wang Mi did it on purpose!
on purpose!
"Whether it's good or not, you'll know after you try it yourself."
Although He Wuji's hateful eyes were like swords in the wind, frost and snow, poking holes all over Wang Mi's body, he still could not give in.
I don’t deserve this!
Whoever makes good tea should let everyone try it.
Wang Mi was also shocked when he took out the mushy stuff he made and harmed others without even tasting it.
Shen Suanzi's mood was very complicated. In her opinion, her craftsmanship was not bad at all, not to mention how excellent it was.
After all, she can cook more complicated meals very well. Isn’t making tea a piece of cake?
Holding the tea cup in her hand, she took a deep breath.
Isn’t it just tea?
She couldn't believe how hard it could be to drink!
Shen Suanzi picked up the tea cup and drank a lot of wine, with a sense of ambition and pride. For those who didn't know, they thought she was drinking strong liquor.
Bah bah bah!
"What does this smell like!"
"It's too scary!" Shen Suanzi frowned, a mouthful of tea was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't go up or down.
That's a pain.
It was bitter, rough, and had an indescribable and strange taste. Not to mention Wang Mi and the others couldn't drink it, even Shen Suanzi himself was defeated.
Slipping away...
Others did not seize the opportunity and mocked her a few times, but Shen Suanzi reacted quickly. He turned around and took away all the copper plates.
Shen Suanzi knew that criminal evidence could not be left at the scene. Wang Miwuji smiled at her, and soon another friend came to visit again.
But it was none other than the newly appointed minister who was closest to Emperor Sima Yao, the round-faced and pleasant He Mai.
"Amai, why are you here too?"
"Your Majesty's chanting session has ended?"
Sima Yao has never been a studious person. Reading is not as fun as drinking. However, as the king of a country, there are some face-related matters that cannot be avoided.
Since the Jin Dynasty, the practice of chatting about metaphysics has been prevalent. Any scholar who does not talk about metaphysics will not be able to hang out in the circle of friends.
The same goes for Sima Yao. Although he was an emperor, he could not help but be influenced by the atmosphere of the time. He was obviously not a studious person, but he still had to hold a few scriptures and pretend to be.
Since it is just pretentious, it must not have any profound insights. The scriptures discussed are nothing more than those in the early stage, such as "The Classic of Filial Son" and "The Tao Te Ching".
Today is the chanting meeting hosted by Sima Yao himself. As the new Secretary Cheng, He Mai was also invited to attend the meeting.
Originally, He Mai was very anxious, fearing that attending such a gathering for the first time would show his timidity.
After all, in the past, he was basically free-range in Lujiang. If he were asked to perform business on the spot, he might be better at it.
As soon as he sat down and recited it several times, he became calm.
It turns out that the Emperor of the Jin Dynasty's level of study of scriptures was about the same as that of a dabbler like him, and He Mai's level could completely cope with it.
He Maidong took a few sips of water. Seeing his anxious look, Wang Mi was really lucky that the tea in the tea cup was not the good tea cooked by Shen Suanzi himself.
If he drank that thing, He Mai would probably collapse on the spot!
"I went to attend the conference today, and I didn't expect to find out the news!"
"You must all want to know!" He Mai wiped his chin, but he still couldn't change his old habit and liked to whet his appetite.
"Amai, if you have anything to say, just say it quickly."
"The sun is high and the sky is high, and we are all waiting for dinner!"
The sky is huge and there is nothing as big as food. Although He Wuji is not a foodie, he cannot go hungry even after a meal.
Speaking of being hungry, He Mai's stomach started to growl.
He touched his belly and said quickly: "Big event!"
"Xie Pushe also went to the chanting meeting today. He handed over Xie Gong's suggestion. Xie Gong advocated that the slaves should be transferred from Jingkou to Jiankang!"
"What?"
"Coming to Jiankang?"
Wang Mi was furious and immediately became angry!
This old man Xie An is really vicious!
The Battle of Xiangyang had just ended, and he had an idea on the slave's head, and he did it very quickly.
Xie An: Old man, of course I am the fastest.
Otherwise, how could you become my good son-in-law?
He Mai and He Wuji sat aside and nodded sadly: "Yes, although the memorial was handed over by Xie Shi, he also said that it was Xie Gong's idea. Xie Gong said that the memorial was sent to Xiangyang.
He has achieved great military exploits, but now there are no large-scale battles in the north and south. It is a pity for a great talent like him to stay in Jingkou."
"He should be transferred to Jiankang and serve in the imperial court, so that he can give full play to his talents."
"Old man Xie is getting weirder and weirder. I'm afraid he doesn't even believe what he says!"
"Jinu is a military general, and the battlefield is the place where his talents can best be used. If he doesn't stay in Jingkou to train new soldiers, what can he do if he comes to Jiankang?"
Wang Mi questioned loudly, but Sima Yao had already agreed to Xie An's proposal, so he had nothing to do.
Tsk tsk...
This move is really cruel.
In the Jin Dynasty, there seemed to be nothing strange about it.
In other people's unified imperial court, all major military affairs, personnel appointments and removals must be brought to the court meeting and discussed seriously by the officials before they can be implemented.
However, the Jin Dynasty was different. The emperor was a lazy man and did not like the court. As powerful officials, the children of the aristocratic families were also very impressive. At many court meetings, the emperor came, but they did not come.
Even if there is an important decision, it cannot be implemented without their approval.
"What does Mr. Xie mean by sending slaves to Jiankang?"
After calming down, he finally had to face reality. What position Xie An wants to put Liu Yu in. This is the focus that needs to be paid attention to now.
It is a good thing that a few friends who started their business in Jingkou can get together.
"I heard that he is serving as a guard commander in the Forbidden Army."
"I heard what Mr. Xie meant. He seems to want to put Liu Yu under the command of your general." He Mai looked at Wang Mi and tried to remember.
My general?
That's either Wang Mo or Wang Hui.
Under the command of every leading general, there are several guards on the left and right. In terms of official position, they are roughly equivalent to a sixth-grade general.
In the Beifu Army in Jingkou, Liu Yu is now a general of the sixth rank. When he arrives in Jiankang, he will neither be promoted nor demoted.
But in terms of treatment, Liu Yu definitely took advantage!
The generals in Jingkou did have more real power. After all, they were in the same place. Although Jingkou was very close to Jiankang, it was almost within reach of Jiankang.
However, as long as it is not within the jurisdiction of Jiankang City, there is still a lot of room for operation and a high degree of freedom.
You see, the Diao family has been tyrannizing and doing evil in Jingkou for more than ten years, and the court has never heard of it?
He just doesn't care.
However, the remuneration of local officials is still limited, and there is not much money to be made.
Especially a newcomer like Liu Yu, who has just arrived in Beifu and is just showing off, cannot keep all the benefits in his pocket.
Therefore, decent court salary is crucial.
Although at the end of the Jin Dynasty, the imperial court did not have a formal salary system, it was an eternal truth that every time a monk struck the bell, he would have money to maintain his livelihood.
In this era, the salary was basically paid in the form of Lumi. For example, the imperial court basically had no involvement in the Lumi of Jingkou magistrates, and it was all decided internally by Beifu.
There are more monks in Beifu but less meat. They are obviously officials of the same rank. In the local area, they may only get a few bushels of grain a month, but in Jiankang, they can get dozens of bushels!
Seriously speaking, Liu Yu's family burden is actually not heavy, just an old mother and two younger brothers.
In a few years, my younger brothers will be able to work. Once they can work in Jiankang, it will definitely be a golden job.
"The position is not bad, but it's a pity that once the slaves leave Beifu, our plans will be postponed."
It's nothing more than trying to lure the tiger away from the mountain.
Although the Forbidden Army is good, Liu Yu still has many generals on his head. In Jiankang, he has much less room to play.
Moreover, this destroyed Wang Mi's purpose of indirectly controlling Beifu through Liu Yu. Unexpectedly, his grandson was slapped down by Xie An before he could go to heaven.
"Now that the deal is done, we can only do this first."
"Jinnu has never been to Jiankang, so it would be nice to come and have a look."
He Wuji was also very pleased to see that Wang Mi was able to solve his own problem, and He Mai was even more relieved.