The master of Wuzhi County, whose surname is Zhang, is from Zhejiang Province, has a scholar's degree, is in his forties, has a handsome demeanor, and is at the most charming age.
Master Zhang is quite capable. The reason why he followed Wuzhi County, which had no future, was mainly because Nanjing was close to home and it would be easy to return to Zhejiang.
Over the years, Mr. Zhang has traveled extensively, boasting that he has seen a lot. But today, he once again discovered that the world is full of wonders.
There was a twelve-year-old boy who claimed to be Feng County Cheng's secretariat and came to talk to him about something... If it weren't for the disciples at the County Cheng's Office swearing to testify, Master Zhang would have thought he was here to amuse himself!
We’ve all heard of prodigies writing poems and articles, and a few pop up every few years, but who has ever heard of a prodigy who can become a staff master?
Due to the principle of reciprocal reception, Master Zhang had to come forward to receive and negotiate.
Seeing the young boy surnamed Qin holding a cup of tea and sitting on a chair with the back higher than his head, he said to himself seriously: "My boss, Mr. Feng, is still a little immature. He just made the county magistrate laugh.
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Master Zhang couldn't help but feel a slight pain in his balls. Feng Xiancheng sent such a person to talk about things. Isn't this really just amusement for him?
After thinking about it, I'd better take the exam. If I really want to cause trouble, I can just call him out and be done with it.
"Qin... Little brother, when you come here this time, you must be talking about punishment. Do you understand why the county magistrate did this?" Master Zhang asked.
Qin Dewei replied: "You and I are both under the curtain. There is no need for the officials to play riddles, or to open the skylight and speak plainly. Their actions as officials are nothing more than fame and fortune, and the county magistrate does not seek fame, so his goal is of course profit."
Master Zhang and his staff should indeed be more candid when talking to each other. Master Zhang asked the school again: "How dare you say that the county magistrate does not seek fame?"
Qin Dewei replied without hesitation: "If asking for a name is useful, why is it that the county magistrate is still a county magistrate when he is over fifty years old? In other words, the county magistrate is still a county magistrate at such an age. It is useless to seek a name. Is it possible that he can still be promoted to the imperial court?
Bu Lang?"
Master Zhang was a little surprised. These words were not very impressive, but coming from the mouth of a twelve-year-old boy, they were impressive.
And since he can say these words, it is enough to prove that this person is a peer who can communicate.
"Very good!" Mr. Zhang felt much happier. After all, it is easier to deal with sensible people. He also joked: "You understand things better than Mr. Feng."
Qin Dewei sighed and shook his head helplessly, "Master Feng is a cheerful and sincere friend, but he still lacks experience, which is really tiring."
Master Zhang felt sad and thought of some of his past business experiences: "When you meet such a proprietor, it is indeed a headache."
The 12-year-old staff member and the 40-year-old master had no sense of incompatibility, and they complained about their boss together for a while.
The pleasantries and tests were over. Master Zhang put down the tea cup and started talking about business: "Since you said you are seeking profit, where does the profit come from?"
Qin Dewei responded: "How can it be useless to confiscate the family and destroy the family? Since the county magistrate does not ask for a name, I kindly ask that the name be returned to Mr. Feng."
Master Zhang understood it as soon as he heard it. It was almost as he had guessed. The county magistrate had gone to such great lengths to mobilize the tiger away from the mountain, and he really meant to slaughter the fat sheep.
Ordinary policemen dare not say, among those policemen, which family does not have a fortune of several hundred or two? It is just that they do not know who to attack, but this does not matter, what difference does it make if they are all lowly servants?
Master Zhang thought as he said: "The county magistrate can do it himself, so why rely on Master Feng?"
Qin Dewei was also helpless. If there was no external intervention, Feng County Magistrate could have done it all by himself. But the magistrate got a taste of it and stepped in forcefully to get a share of the pie. He couldn't refuse.
What Mr. Zhang said is absolutely correct. What the county magistrate Feng can do, the county magistrate can do just as well, even more powerfully. The Zuoer official has no ability to resist the Zhengyin official.
Even if Qin Dewei had all kinds of tricks, he could not do anything when faced with this gap in absolute strength. This was not because he was incompetent, but because of Feng Xian Cheng's status.
So I can only say from the standpoint of the weak: "Cut off the bullies and restore the people of Nandu. A little fame is of no use to the county magistrate. It is better to sell it to Mr. Feng."
"Selling your reputation? Hahahaha!" Master Zhang couldn't help laughing and laughed a few times: "Little brother Qin's wonderful words!"
He laughed, but the price was not polite at all: "Let Mr. Feng come to investigate the case and investigate the crime, so that the people will know that there is Feng Qingtian. But for the confiscation of family property, the county will send someone to take charge!"
In addition, there is a good ancient calligraphy book in the Huaigu Hall on Huashi Street. The merchant priced it at 200 taels, so Mr. Feng bought it after hard work."
Qin Dewei was speechless for a while. The county magistrate had a really big appetite. Not only did he want to confiscate the property and oil, but he also asked Magistrate Feng to take out another two hundred taels.
But Qin Dewei has no way to bargain. Now it is Mr. Feng who is asking the county for the right to handle punishments, and it is not the county who is asking Mr. Feng for something, so what should he bargain with?
So I can only nod and say: "I understand, I will reply to Mr. Feng first and then discuss."
Anyway, he is here on behalf of Feng County Cheng. Once he finds out the real thoughts and price of the county magistrate, he will complete the task.
Originally, Qin Dewei had some selfish motives. When he confiscated Dong Baotou's property, he could gain some fortune for himself and improve his life. Otherwise, why would he come here from the Xu family so actively?
Now it seems that I have really thought too much. When I meet a magistrate with such a big appetite, and I have no capital to bargain with others, what else can I do to myself?
After talking about Mr. Feng's "official business", Qin Dewei still had some personal matters of his own. "Boy, I am determined to study in school. In the county examination next year, the county magistrate will be the examiner. Can you raise your hand?"
Master Zhang was very familiar with various affairs of the magistrate, so he replied casually: "If I were an unreliable outsider, I wouldn't even listen to your request.
I thought that Mr. Feng and the county magistrate were both officials in the county government, so I gave Mr. Feng some face. You can bring me eighty taels to guarantee that the county has tried it. Even Mr. Feng said it himself, this is the price."
Qin Dewei was surprised: "So expensive?"
It is just the most basic county examination. After the county examination, there is the government examination, and after the government examination, there is the academy examination. Only then can one obtain the lowest level of talent in the merit sequence.
This is the most basic exam, similar to a primary school graduation exam. Even if you pass the exam, it still means nothing. How dare you ask for eighty taels?
You dare to ask for eighty, but what about the government examination? What about the college examination?
Master Zhang sneered at Qin Dewei's call for being expensive: "Brother Qin, don't think it's expensive. Are you going to be a county examiner in Nanjing? Can't three to five thousand people come to take the exam every time?"
Out of three to five thousand people, the number of people who can pass the county examination is only two to three hundred. Usually when someone comes to ask for help, they ask for one hundred taels.
I gave you a 20% discount for Feng Xiancheng's sake, and your article shouldn't be too bad, otherwise public opinion will be hard to cover."
Qin Dewei let out a long sigh. For the first time since time travel, he realized that money is really a good thing.
It's a pity that the golden fingers are all talented people, and they don't have money. They have a lot of money in poetry, but how to make a fortune?
As a young boy, he first realizes what it feels like to be worried, and it’s all about money.
