With Young Master Fang's character, of course he would not have the patience to receive them one by one, so he asked Butler Sun to lead the ministers to the front hall. Young Master Fang covered his buttocks, frowned, and limped to a hodgepodge.
One pot at a time.
The ministers were not dissatisfied. After all, there were too many people. Mr. Fang was now "heavily injured" and needed to rest quietly. It was considered polite to come out to see them, so how could he dare to say more?
"Oops! My lords, I have troubled you all by waiting so long. I am rude to you as a lower official. I really deserve death!" As soon as Fang Zheng appeared, he positioned himself in the position of "lower official". Young Master Fang usually made a lot of mischief, but he didn't
Silly, a young man achieves his ambition, and he is in a high position even before he is the weakest. There are so many pairs of eyes staring at him. If he doesn't learn to be low-key and humble, if he offends someone, he doesn't know how he will die in the future.
Just think about it, in ancient times there was no TV, no karaoke, no alcohol, and lackluster entertainment activities. What did these officials do in their free time? Or they were just thinking about how to plot people. When it comes to ways to punish people, who can compare with them?
Those who have become officials? What's more, these people are still the best among the officials of the Chinese Dynasty. Is it possible to deal with these people without being careful?
According to official rules, lower-ranking officials are supposed to visit higher-ranking officials. However, among the dozen or so ministers here, they are all high-ranking officials wearing official uniforms of fourth rank or higher. Given their status, they actually took the initiative to come.
Visiting Fang Zheng, a low-ranking official of the fifth rank, seems to be very abnormal, but at the same time it seems to be normal. - Who told Young Master Fang to be close to the emperor? It doesn't matter what rank he is, as long as he grasps the thoughts of the superior.
, the black gauze hat on their heads can be worn securely. And Fang Zheng is undoubtedly the person who can make them stable.
"Mr. Fang, you are polite. Yesterday, Mr. Fang was given a stick by the emperor for some minor mistakes. My colleagues and I wanted to give some advice, but the emperor has always been arbitrary. We, the ministers, really can't speak up.
." An old man in a fourth-grade official uniform stood up and held his hands in his hands, sighing as he spoke, as if he felt the same.
"Mr. Liu is right. We are really heartbroken. No, we all made an appointment to come to Mr. Fang's house. First of all, we have to recognize the door so that we can come and go more often in the future. Secondly, we have to pay a visit.
Regarding my brother’s injury, I hope that Brother Fang will recover soon and be loyal to the country. For the third time, we have prepared a little bit of our thoughts, which can be regarded as a meeting gift. I hope Brother Fang will not dislike it and accept it with a smile..." A man wearing four
The old man, wearing official uniform and with a wrinkled smile on his face, stood up and respectfully handed over a stack of thick gift sheets.
These guys were so shameless. Fang Zheng despised them in his heart. He was old enough to be my grandfather, and he still said, "Brother, it doesn't matter if you are shameless. Who cares if you call me old?"
He was despised in his heart, but he still had to show off his skills: "Oh! I don't dare to take this seriously. The Lords have deigned to come and visit me, which has moved my heart deeply. I have such a heart..."
As he spoke, Fang Zheng sniffed and looked like he was crying with gratitude: "...Xiaguan's heart is so warm, and even his injuries seem to be better than seventy-eight percent. From what you can see from the elders, Xiaguan
Our dynasty is booming. You are the pillars of the dynasty and the pillars of the country. You are busy with official duties on weekdays. But you, sir, took time out of your busy schedule to visit me, a newly promoted idle official. How selfless it is.
Your magnanimity, what kind of love and care this is! I should follow the example of all of you, and dedicate myself to the hard-working and honest people of our dynasty, and to my wise and mighty saint, until my death! Woohoo... The spring silkworms will not lose their silk until they die.
, the wax torch turns to ashes and the tears begin to dry, but the flying generals of the dragon city are still there, and Huma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain..."
Mr. Fang was so engrossed in his performance that he couldn't help but be stunned at the end. These two lines of poems seemed completely incompatible?
The ministers looked at each other, but they couldn't calm down for a long time. They thought they were shameless enough to get to this position in the court, but they never expected that this young man who was less than twenty years old would be more shameless than them.
Shameless, he flatters you so much that even poems come out of his mouth. Such profound skills in flattery make these old officials who have been immersed in this art for decades so ashamed that their faces turn red. Awesome! What this kid will achieve in the future is unbelievable.
It’s limited quantity, so today’s trip is the right one.
After Fang Zheng finished speaking, the scene became deserted for a while. Everyone wanted to chat with each other, but you kid has gone to such a level of flattery, how can you ask us people to answer the conversation? It's not kind!
After a long while, an old man suppressed his blush and said, "Good... what a poem..."
Everyone woke up from a dream and praised one after another: "Good poetry, indeed good poetry..."
Fang Zheng's expression did not change, he waved his hands modestly and said: "It's not that good, it's just so-so. Your Excellencies, you are so complimentary."
The guests and hosts sat down, each with their own calculations in mind, but on the surface they were in harmony. Everyone was hypocritically polite, talking about the weather, women, romance, and words related to war, Turks, people, etc., were not mentioned. It seemed that everyone
There is an automatic blocking system in their hearts, and these sensitive words become a bunch of gibberish in their hearts.
Fang Zheng chatted happily with them, no matter who he was talking to, he would hold the other person up high. For a moment, it was like a spring breeze blowing in the front hall, which made these officials feel warm in their hearts. Everyone deeply felt that,
This newly promoted Lord Fang was born to be an official. The emperor appointed him to be an official. He is really far-sighted, far-sighted and extremely wise.
After chatting for more than an hour, we now recognize each other, visited our injured areas, drank tea, and finished patting ourselves on the back. Most middle-aged and elderly people suffer from hemorrhoids, and everyone can’t sit still, so we talk to each other.
Looking at each other, they stood up and said goodbye to Fang Zheng.
Fang Zheng rejected the gift list they sent: "My lords, it's not that I don't know how to give compliments, but this is against the rules. I should go to visit you first. I don't dare to accept these gifts.
Please take it back, otherwise you will be disgraced!"
The main purpose of everyone coming to Fang Mansion is to give gifts and to look familiar. How could they take the gifts back? Isn't it a waste of time?
So everyone was at the door of the front hall, pushing the gift orders back and forth like doing Tai Chi. Some people were not at ease, wondering if they had given less, so others were unwilling to accept them. So the result of pushing them back and forth was
, Young Master Fang fought against the ministers alone, but was outnumbered. The gift list still returned to his hand. In addition to the gift list, there were also several large silver notes.
After seeing off all the pillars of the court, Fang Zheng turned around, his face already beaming with joy.
It's good to practice Tai Chi. I should practice more Tai Chi in the future. This is a very profitable sport...
He opened the gift list and looked at it, wow! It was given! There were hundreds of thousands of taels. It was enough to open ten more Ruyuzhai. Only now did Fang Zheng realize deeply that being an official is more profitable than doing any business.
.No wonder that from ancient times to the present, Chinese people have only wanted to get into the officialdom. The feeling of this is really wonderful.
After accidentally making a fortune, Young Master Fang was so happy that even the injury on his butt seemed to be healed. Maybe it was because the medicine from the imperial doctor had a miraculous effect, or maybe it was because he was in a good mood after making a fortune. Anyway, Young Master Fang jumped back to his hometown in the end.
's small courtyard.
In the afternoon, another official came to the door alone. This was a high-ranking official, Wei Chengde, the Minister of War. He supported Fang Zheng's strategy of retreating from the enemy and was the highest person in charge of executing this strategy.
Wei Chengde did not come here to curry favor with Fang Zheng. In any dynasty, there are treacherous ministers and loyal ministers. The distinction between loyal and treacherous ministers is very clear. The ratio between the two depends on whether the emperor of the dynasty is stupid or not. From this point of view, the Hua Dynasty
This emperor is not very wise. More than one person told Fang Zheng that traitors are now in power in the court...
Wei Chengde is one of the few loyal ministers. The old man is already sixty years old, but his body is still strong, but he is too thin. He also has a long flowing beard that blows in the wind. If the old man takes off his clothes
He took off his official uniform and put on a Taoist robe. With an air of immortality, he stood on the street and set up a stall to tell fortunes. His income was probably much better than if he were an official.
Lord Wei came to the house to observe Fang Zheng. From the inside, although he has never met Fang Zheng, Lord Wei still has a good impression of him. After all, Lord Wei is the main war faction in the court, and since then he has implemented Fang Zheng's strategy
, and after successfully forcing the Turks to retreat, the main war faction showed its face in the court, and tens of millions of people were spared from the war, and he himself was promoted to a first-level title. Therefore, both he and Fang Zheng should have more
Get closer.
But since seeing Fang Zheng in the court hall, Mr. Wei began to worry.
Mr. Wei has lived to this age and the official has reached his current position. Normally, one should not judge people by their appearance. Unfortunately, Young Master Fang’s face really makes people feel insecure. His whole person is full of thieves and has a slippery tone. He looks standard.
The appearance of a traitorous minister. After seeing Fang Zheng’s appearance, Lord Wei muttered in his heart: This guy doesn’t look like a good person even if you look at him from left to right!
Although he came up with a strategy at a critical moment and saved the fate of the Hua Dynasty, who knows what he had in mind when he came up with this strategy? Many people in history relied on providing advice as a way to advance to the official position.
Purpose. Who can guarantee that Mr. Fang does not have this idea?
Looking at this posture, the emperor intends to reuse him. If he is also a treacherous person, what should we do? There are already enough treacherous officials in the court, but if such a disaster comes, there will be no more loyal ministers in the court.
A foothold?
Realizing the seriousness of this problem, Mr. Wei couldn't sit still and ignored the rules of the officialdom. As a second-rank official, he personally visited Fang Zheng, a fifth-rank official. He wanted to see it with his own eyes.
Listen with your own ears and tell whether this young and newly promoted official is loyal or traitorous.
Mr. Wei is an upright official. He has never received a bribe in his entire life as an official. He lives a very tight life with the meager salary given to him by the court. However, the Chinese have such a tradition in doing things. It is the first time to go to someone else's house.
, I have to mention something about the meaning of the gift.
Mr. Wei really just made a suggestion. He carried a box of cakes bought from an unknown street stall, plus a few blood-tonifying herbs from the drug store that were so cheap that no one picked them up on the street, and entered the Fang Mansion.
Door.
Fang Zheng was stunned when he saw Wei Chengde for the first time. The old man was holding a box of cakes that had not expired in his left hand, and a few packages of what looked like Chinese medicine in his right hand. He stood calmly in front of him, looking ethereal. He looked as if he was about to soar. He was wearing a gray Confucian shirt that had been washed white and had two patches on it, but he was as calm as water. Looking at his expression, it seemed that he was wearing the most luxurious and exquisite clothes to attend a banquet.
If I hadn't seen his name card, I wouldn't have believed that this old man was actually a second-rank official in the court.
"This is Mr. Wei, the Minister of the Ministry of War. I have admired you for a long time. I wanted to go to your house to see you, but... well, I have been feeling unwell these past few days. Mr. Wei came to visit me in person. I really didn't dare to be the official. ah."
Wei Chengde stroked his long beard and smiled: "Sir Fang, you are serious. I never care about the rules of this officialdom. I came here today mainly because I want to get to know the young hero who retreated the Turkic army of 200,000 people, haha."
"Master Wei, I have given you an award. It was just a casual comment by a lower official. I didn't expect it to be accepted by the court. Speaking of which, the emperor has a keen eye for people and is arbitrary in his actions. The lower officials have no merit."
Wei Chengde nodded secretly when he heard this. Although this man's words and deeds were a bit impetuous and frivolous, they were not arrogant or extravagant.
Fang Zheng secretly glanced at the shabby gift from Wei Chengde on the coffee table, and wondered in his heart: Could this old man be here to disgust me on purpose? Look at the way he is dressed, and look at this tattered thing he gave me. ——I have never offended him.
This is no wonder for Young Master Fang. After all, a group of ministers came in the morning and gave him hundreds of thousands of taels of silver as soon as they raised their hands. In the afternoon, another one came, like a scavenger who makes a living by picking up rags. He was given some rags. He was also a court minister, but his behavior was completely different. There was such a huge psychological gap that Young Master Fang had to wonder if the old man was here to cause trouble.
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