An Sizheng's home is not on the main street. It's not that he doesn't have money. In the past few years, he has been in charge of the Daulu Division. Among other things, he has made a lot of money just by selling Dao Mendu ultimatums.
Those who have a degree of ultimatum, regardless of whether they are monks or monastics, can receive tax-free gifts. This was a privilege that only scholars could obtain after passing the scholar examination.
However, because Jiajing worshiped Taoism, its attitude towards Buddhism was very general and even somewhat disgusting. Therefore, monks had fewer and fewer privileges, while Taoist priests had more and more privileges.
Naturally, the price of Taoist certificates is getting higher and higher, while Buddhist certificates are almost sold at a tearful sale.
Unfortunately, the money came in a disgraceful way, so An Si Zheng did not dare to show off his wealth, so he honestly settled down in Jingxin Alley near the main street according to his rank.
However, although the location is not as good as the main street, Anfu's house is not shabby at all.
The house we walked into was much more spacious than Liu Tong's house, and there were several pomegranate trees planted in the yard. There were still a few that had not been picked, hanging on the trees like red lanterns, and they were very beautiful.
When Xiao Feng knocked on the door, a man in his forties stuck his head out: "What's your name, what are you doing, and who are you looking for?"
He saw that although Xiao Feng was not wearing official uniform, the material of his clothes was very particular and his words were polite.
Xiao Feng looked at this door: "My surname is Xiao. I am in charge of the Daolu Department. I am looking for An Sizheng."
Once the disciple heard that it was under the control of the Daolu Department, it would be easy to handle, and his attitude became serious: "My family is very busy!"
He expected that this person was either a Taoist priest without a Taoist robe, or that he was here to buy or sell ultimatums.
No matter who you are, don’t you understand the rules? Being my disciple is so easy to get rid of?
Xiao Feng smiled: "In this case, you go ask your elders, and then whether he sees me or not, this will be yours!"
Xiao Feng took out a tael of silver and shook it at the door. The door immediately opened his eyes.
Although he usually receives a lot of red envelopes, he rarely gives out only one tael of silver.
He swallowed: "Don't play tricks on me, otherwise I guarantee you will never be able to enter this door again!"
Xiao Feng nodded repeatedly and said sincerely: "Don't dare, don't dare, how dare I dare to lie to you."
Only then did Menzi say with satisfaction: "Don't wait any longer!" He closed the door and ran to inform me.
He wasn't worried that he wouldn't have time to collect money, because no matter who came to see him, An Si Zheng would basically let him in.
Even though he had a certain identity, Ansi walked out with steady steps just as he was about to greet him. This was enough time for him to run back and get the money.
Ansi was in the hall, listening to the sound of things being thrown in the room behind him, and looked sad.
When he saw his disciple running to him and saying that someone was asking for an audience, and that he was in charge of the Daolu Department, he started scolding him angrily.
"Why are we meeting? I won't see any guests today. If I have something to do, I'll ask him to go to the Daolu Department tomorrow!"
The disciple was quite loyal. He was afraid that the master would lose his big business, and he also felt that he should accept people's money and do things for them, so he smiled and spoke for Xiao Feng.
"Sir, this guy named Xiao seems to be quite rich. He may be involved in a big deal. It may not be easy to negotiate in the Daolu Department."
An Sizheng glared: "What's not easy to talk about? Can't you hear the chaos behind you? Sir, I..."
He suddenly became silent: "What did you say his last name was?"
Menzi blinked: "My surname is Xiao!"
An Si jumped up: "How old are you? What do you look like?"
Menzi was startled by An Sizheng and said suspiciously: "Very young, about seventeen or eighteen years old, wearing a green robe inside and a white robe outside."
Xiao Feng stood at the door, listening to the chaotic running sounds in the yard from far to near, and then the door opened with a bang.
An Si was dragging his fat body, leaving Menzi, who was in his prime, behind him. He panted violently and forced a smile.
"Why did you come to the humble house in person? You really like to joke. I am a bitch and look down on others. I must be rude to you!"
He was familiar with the virtues of his disciples, and when he saw Xiao Feng holding a tael of silver in his hand, he knew that he must be cheating on him.
Xiao Feng patted An Sizheng on the shoulder: "I don't dare. In terms of official position, I am in the lower seventh rank and your lord is in the sixth rank. Calling me your lord is just a joke.
When it comes to Taoism, you are in charge of the Daolu Division, and all Taoist priests in the world are under your control. I said it is under the control of the Daolu Division, but I am telling the truth."
At this time, Menzi also ran to his position and stood beside him dumbfounded, his legs trembling.
Xiao Feng handed the money in his hand to Menzi: "I keep my word, this money is yours."
Menzi knelt down with a plop: "Sir, I really don't know. I don't dare. Please spare my life, sir."
Although he didn't know Xiao Feng, he had never seen his master be frightened like this.
Even when Zhao Wenhua came to visit, An Sizheng was just warm and attentive, and he was definitely never so scared.
Xiao Feng smiled and said: "I promised to give you this tael of silver, and I'll give it to you.
In the future, if someone comes to see your master and they meet someone who has no money, just don't let them in. Not all Taoist priests are rich."
The disciples kowtowed repeatedly and did not dare to speak.
An Si was smiling apologetically and letting Xiao Feng in. Xiao Feng looked at the house and admired it.
"I knew from outside the gate that your house was in good shape. Do you know why?"
An Sizheng shook his head repeatedly: "Your Majesty is divine, but your subordinates don't know."
Xiao Feng smiled and said: "Most of the disciples in the capital are old men. Even the disciples of Liu Tong's family only have a few teeth.
An Sizheng's family is in the prime of life, and the house on the main street may not be so wealthy."
What Xiao Feng said is indeed the truth, because everyone can do the job of being a servant. The older you are, the more money you save. It is often done by old servants who cannot do heavy work.
If even the disciples use young men as slaves, they must be rich or in a high-ranking position.
An Sizheng's face was covered with sweat. He wanted to defend himself, but he couldn't do it because he did it intentionally in the first place.
Those who can come to his home to see him usually have something to ask for. He puts such a door here to let the visitors understand: It is not that he has never seen money, and he will definitely not be able to get three melons and two dates!
Since those people asked him to do things, naturally no one dared to point it out.
But Xiao Feng's words immediately woke him up: This seems to be a bad move. Some people dare not say it, but they dare to say it. This is giving people a handle!
An Si was having a cold war: "Thank you for your concern, sir!"
Xiao Feng chuckled; "Why do I care about you? By the way, I'm here to give you money.
Last time you cooperated with me in pretending to destroy documents, but in fact you secretly gave it to me, and I promised to give you two thousand taels of silver."
An Sizheng immediately said seriously: "I help you because I admire you from the bottom of my heart, not for money! Don't mention this matter again, otherwise it will be an insult to this subordinate."
Xiao Feng shook his head: "I can't even default on my disciple's one tael of silver, so how can I default on yours?
It is my principle to do what you promised. As for you admiring me, there will be many opportunities to help me in the future."
Xiao Feng took out the banknote and handed it to An Sizheng. An Sizheng was so embarrassed that it was inappropriate to accept it or not. Suddenly he had an idea.
"Sir, I have an unkind request."
Xiao Feng nodded, and An Si took the opportunity to take the hot tea brought by the maid and placed it in front of Xiao Feng.
"Sir, I heard that Boss Zhang took over Tan Xinren's business. I guess I don't have much money at this time.
It is not possible to hold down an official position for a long time. I want to buy a share in Boss Zhang's business. I wonder if it is appropriate?"
Xiao Feng smiled. He understood what An Sizheng meant. He was showing his loyalty to himself.
Putting money in the hands of others can sometimes better reflect the determination of consistent interests than marriage.
After all, there are many divorces in this world because of money, but not many people give up money because of marriage!
Xiao Feng said calmly: "It was originally a fair transaction between us, why do you want to turn it into a long-term cooperation?
I am not Yan Song, and I will not bring out Xiao Dang."
An Si Zhengxin said: Can I say that I feel that everyone who opposes you will be tricked by you in the end?
He said sincerely: "Sir, although I have never been a high-ranking official in my life, I think I have a good taste.
Your Excellency, you will be able to achieve great success in the future, attain enlightenment and become an immortal. I sincerely request you to be able to attach yourself to me, I hope you will not give up!"
Xiao Feng quickly calculated in his mind that he didn't hate An Sizheng because he was a person with faults and bottom line.
He nodded and was about to speak when a roar was heard from the back hall along with a huge cracking sound.
"If you don't let me go out, I will smash our whole house to pieces!"