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Chapter 39

When Chu Wensheng returned to the Chu Mansion, it was almost Chou hour, which was around one o'clock in the morning.

Just after leaving the palace, he had a few quarrels with Hiroshi Shang.

This Hong Haishang, in and out of words, hoped that Chu Wensheng would take the blame and submit a letter to resign as soon as possible. Looking at his anxious look, he probably wanted to "destroy" the evidence of the crime, or even frame it on Chu Wensheng's head.

Liu Xun, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, saw all this, but he just looked on and said nothing.

Chu Wensheng was disheartened.

He didn't even know what the point of keeping this official position was. Do he really want to stay in the Ministry of Industry in the future?

He would not be willing to be a minister like this in the Ministry of Industry, not to mention the left minister, the right minister, or even the minister.

But officialdom is like this. If you advance bravely, if you retreat, one step back will lead to an abyss.

Back at the mansion, the old housekeeper was still awake and happily told Chu Wensheng that Chu Qing had already said that Wei Changfeng had personally promised to protect Chu Wensheng.

But after Chu Wensheng heard this, he just forced a smile and responded a few times.

I went back to the bedroom alone and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Originally, Wei Changfeng wanted to protect him, so he should be happy.

But now that the emperor wants to use the Qianqi Battalion to investigate the Ministry of Industry, it's not that Wei Changfeng cannot be protected, but that this favor is too big.

Chu Wensheng didn't want Chu Qing to owe Wei Changfeng such a huge favor. This favor could not be repaid by the Chu Mansion.

If he really owed this favor, Chu Qing might have to work hard for Wei Changfeng all his life.

In the end, Chu Wensheng decided not to tell Chu Qing about this matter, nor to let Chu Qing inform Wei Changfeng.

Again, Chu Wensheng no longer cares about his official position. As long as Chu Qing can get a job in the household department, what else can he ask for?

He will live with Chu Qing for the rest of his life.

There was nothing to say all night. When Chu Qing got up the next day, Chu Wensheng left the mansion early to go to court, half an hour earlier than usual.

Chu Qing didn't think much about it, yawned, washed up, and didn't eat an unpalatable breakfast. He left the Chu Mansion with Fu San and went to the Ministry of Household Office to work as an errand.

It was relatively early to go out today, so Chu Qing deliberately took a detour to the other side of Tai'an Square, which is Wending Tower. He took an extra two miles of detour and missed the official "morning rush hour" section.

On the other side is the "civilian market", which is bustling with people early in the morning and the sounds of various hawkings can be heard all the time.

Chu Qing likes this kind of pyrotechnics. The Wending Building is located across Tai'an Square, but it seems like two worlds. The north side is full of people working early in the morning and the sound of hawking is noisy, while the south side is full of official sedan chairs.

, there were obviously many people, but it was extremely quiet, with only the sound of the sedan bearers rushing on their way, as if anyone who opened the sedan curtain and said hello would easily lose fifty years of his life.

Chu Qing touched his belly: "San'er, do you have any money in your pocket?"

"Bring it."

"How many."

"Thirteen articles."

Chu Qing gave a thumbs up. Fu San has not spent these thirteen coins for so long. He is a frugal man.

"Just in time, buy some random things and I'll take them to the government office to eat."

"Okay." Fu San looked around and said, "I'm going to buy some oranges. Master, just stand here and don't move."

After saying that, Fu San ran away. Chu Qing always felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, as it seemed familiar.

Soon, Fu San ran back with seven or eight oranges in his hands.

Chu Qing smiled and said, "I'll just eat two and give you the rest."

"Then can you eat it?"

"enough."

Chu Qing was having fun, picking up oranges and taking Fu San for a walk in the direction of the Hubu Yamen Office.

Chu Qing, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, was undoubtedly very conspicuous, and the people passing by subconsciously avoided him.

Even the road surface is made of muddy loess, unlike the roads south of Tai'an Square, which are all paved with blue bricks.

Chu Qing looked around at the small merchants and hawkers, and couldn't help but ask: "Do you think there is any business where you can make money quickly?"

Fu San was very happy to hear this: "If I had known about it, I would have done it a long time ago."

"Think about it, use your IQ, you have to know that our family is very poor now, and I also have to send gifts to the Ministry of Household Affairs to maintain relationships, etc. It's not possible without money."

Fu San thought for a moment and asked, "Master, how much do you need?"

"Do you have any personal money?"

"Not really, but there are mistakes in small ones. How much do you need?"

"I can't tell you. It's best not to invest capital and realize it quickly. That means you can make money quickly, and the more the better."

Fu San's eyes lit up: "That's true, we just need to contact some officials."

"Official?"

"Yes." Fu San looked at Chu Qing: "Master, are you familiar with officials from the Ministry of Punishment?"

Chu Qing shook his head.

Fu San asked again: "Can you get to know the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion?"

Chu Qing still shook his head.

Fu San sighed: "The little one has nothing to do."

Chu Qing was confused: "If you make money, make money, and with the officials of the Ministry of Justice and the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion..."

He couldn't continue talking because Chu Qing finally reacted.

The ways to make money quickly that Qing Fu San mentioned are all fucking written in "Chang Lv", so why don't you know the officials of the Ministry of Punishment or the Yamen of Jingzhao Prefecture? They used them after being caught.

"Put it down, I'll figure it out myself."

Chu Qing didn't want to continue the conversation. He was counting on Fu San, so he might as well find a way to blackmail Qiu Wanshan.

When he arrived at the Hubu Yamen office, Chu Qing ate a dozen oranges.

In such a long life, it was the first time for him to eat oranges for breakfast.

After entering the government office, I found that I was late again, and a group of clerks in charge were taking orders.

Chu Qing's face was full of embarrassment. The person who clicked his forehead was a doctor with white beard and hair.

Seeing a figure sneaking towards the back of the line, the doctor snorted: "It's already midnight, but you've just entered the government office, how can you behave like that?"

There is no chancellor, no minister, several big shots in the household department have gone to court, there are no tigers in the mountains, and the doctor is the king. This old man is indeed the person with the highest qualifications and rank in the government office now.

He was a little dazzled, but Chu Qing happened to be wearing navy blue clothes, which were similar to the official uniforms of a ninth-grade official. The old man thought he was a new official who had just joined the government office.

Chu Qing groaned secretly in his heart, feeling ridiculous that he would be criticized for being late for school.

Blowing his beard and staring, the doctor walked over, and when he saw it was Chu Qing, his old face suddenly bloomed like a chrysanthemum.

"Who was I at that time? It turned out to be Master Chu. What are you doing standing here? I'm tired from the journey and why don't you go to the class room to rest for a while to relieve your fatigue."

Chu Qing also just saw clearly what the old man looked like and was happy.

It turns out that he was one of the officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs who learned arithmetic yesterday, and this old guy was one of those shit-eating people who couldn’t calculate the salary of an official with a stick of incense. He was obviously at the age of a grandfather, but he was sprayed by Chu Qing yesterday morning.

Like a grandson.

The officials who nodded all turned their heads, each with a smile on his face, which was called a diligent one.

Chu Qing looked around and cupped his hands, smiling sweeter than anyone else, as if he was an adult.

He had no doubt that after exhausting all the "arithmetic" knowledge he knew, these bastards would not take a serious look at him.

But in fact, this is not the case, because in the eyes of Yakuza, everyone is a Yakuza.

It is true that officials are quick to fall out, but officials are all scholars, and they attach great importance to the word "teacher."


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