Daming: I'm rotten, my father is Hu Weiyong

Chapter 78 What Zhang Youwen Thinks
Many officials in the capital are not as transparent as old man Li.

Hu Hanshan cupped his hands to congratulate the old man Li, and sighed a few words: "When Long En grows up, as long as he takes part in the college examination and wins the scholar, the Li family will become a squire in the village in the future."

Hearing the words "xiucai" and "squire", old man Li's old face crumpled and he clasped his fists: "The little old man borrowed the auspicious words from the great philanthropist, and when the little grandson passes the exam, he will definitely give the great philanthropist two copies." Water gift."

Hu Hanshan was really happy for the old man Li's family, who was rich and safe. After confirming his conjecture, he walked on the stone road with gaps in the left and right, and went to the main hall to find Zhang Youwen.

Zhang Youwen's ambition has always been to do practical things to benefit the common people. From being in charge of household affairs in Jiangning County to being a steward of a nursing home who manages needles and threads, there must be a gap in his heart.

Hu Hanshan was going to comfort the follower recorded in the history of the Ming Dynasty with a few words, and first roughly told him that there were follow-up arrangements.

"is it here."

"That's right, the plaque says Sanatorium."

"Taking advantage of the ten-day holiday these days, please persuade Brother Zhang."

Before Hu Hanshan entered the main hall, he saw a few people wearing blue cross-collared shirts with dense pleats and red ribbons around their waists, walking in from the gate of the Nursing Home.

The concierge learned that they were here to visit Zhang Youwen, so he let in several third-class and six-room managers from Jiangning County.

Hu Hanshan stopped and walked to the paper window of the main hall, wanting to hear Zhang Youwen's true thoughts.

Zhang Youwen, who was absorbed in dealing with trivial matters, suddenly stood up from the official hat chair, with a smile on his face: "Why do you come to Jinling when you have time? Could it be that you are thinking of sneaking to the Jiaofang Division again?"

When men are together, they are always inseparable from wine, sex and wealth.

Several six-room managers sat on the official hat chairs with a smile without saying a word, and looked around, which was far worse than their signing room in the county government.

There are no official kiln teacups, no thin-necked blue and white vases, and even the official hat chairs in the main hall are a bit thick and not detailed at all.

The official in charge of the case is the oldest and has the oldest qualifications in Jiangning County. He spoke in the tone of an elder teaching his children and grandchildren: "When I came here, I have already inquired about it. The people living in the nursing home are widows and lonely."

"You and I have worked together in the same county for many years, and this official didn't hide it, so he opened up about it. These are all mud legs that no one pays attention to, and there is no profit to be made."

"You said that you are too. It's not proper to put a prestigious household in charge of the case, but you want to mix with these old clappers. What good will it be?"

Zhang Youwen put down the hard brush in his hand, leaned back on the official hat chair, and watched the persuasion of the official in charge of the case with cold eyes.

The words are nice, and he looks like an elder who is thinking about him. In fact, he came over to say a few sarcastic remarks and read his jokes because he was out of power when he was leaving the tea.

Zhang Youwen, who is in charge of the household case, has been suppressing the case in charge of the ceremonial room for many years. The litigator who seeks him to clear up the relationship is far inferior to Zhang Youwen. I don't know how much money has been lost in these years.

Zhang Youwen was no longer in charge of the household case, and said regretfully: "Brother Zhang should hurry back to Jiangning County, and if it takes a while longer, I am afraid that the seat of household case will be handed over to the county magistrate." The Master of Money and Grain is in charge."

"We have been friends for so many years, and we really don't want to see outsiders occupy Brother Zhang's seat."

Don't want to?
How happy I am now.

Zhang Youwen looked at the ceremonial room handling the case who was making sarcastic remarks there, but he was worried for him. He didn't think there was anything wrong before, but now it seems that he is really proficient in official ways.

It's just that the proficient official way is different from Zhang Youwen. He is proficient in all kinds of food consumption piles and how to eat and ask for fire consumption.

It’s not enough to say a few words in charge of the case in the ceremonial room, and it’s rare to catch the opportunity to ridicule Zhang Youwen, so I have to say a few more words: “If Brother Zhang can’t be in charge of the case in the county government, I’m afraid your brother-in-law’s head warehouseman The seat is not guaranteed."

"After all, the important task of taking care of the spring tax and autumn grain granary cannot be handed over to outsiders."

The case in charge of the ceremony room is really a veteran official who is very experienced in grasping people's hearts, and he hit Zhang Youwen's vital point with one sentence.

Zhang Youwen was known to value his family, and his face darkened: "When I resigned from Jiangning County, I have already made an agreement with the county magistrate, and I will not remove my wife and brother's chief warehouseman."

"I'm afraid, someone is obstructing it."

Zhang Youwen looked at the three shifts and six chambers in charge of the case in front of him, and he knew in his heart that it was their hands and feet.

The officials in charge of the case and those in charge of the case in the ceremonial room laughed and said nothing, sitting leisurely on the official hat chair with an irrelevant look.

With Zhang Youwen's temperament of never begging for others, he almost couldn't hold back to beg Hu Hanshan, but after thinking about it, he could only sigh helplessly.

The case management of the three classes and six houses is different from the officials like the county magistrates. They are all controlled by the gentry of the counties for generations, and they control the most important county affairs such as the household registration, the number of fields, and the payment of grain taxes in each county.

The county magistrate still wanted to be promoted, but when he saw a letter from Hu Hanshan, he was so frightened that he agreed to Zhang Youwen.

The subordinates in the third class and the sixth house, unless they met with great kindness, would it be possible to complete the most difficult leap.

From official to official.

Three classes and six houses have ruled the village for generations, and there is no possibility of promotion in this life, so they will not be afraid of Hu Hanshan, the eldest son of Zuo Prime Minister Hu Weiyong.

The imperial power does not go to the countryside, let alone Prime Minister Zuo.

The office manager and others saw the uglier Zhang Youwen's face, the better their mood. A smile made them feel better than drinking Songjiangfu mustard tea.

Seeing that he had completely lost power, the head of the ceremony room saw that he had completely lost his power, and he left the tea to cool down, without any consideration: "You said that you have pretended to be noble all these years, and you have never collected money for fire consumption and all kinds of money for human favors."

"What did this make me, who received the money, be a filthy official? You are the only good official in the entire county government. Bah. You are so hypocritical that you can't even be an official. You will be an official in this life and the next. No official."

Zhang Youwen could only feel helpless, it is really difficult to be a good person these days, and instead of accepting money, he became the target of public criticism and was squeezed out by others.

Maybe if I had been in the same boat as those in charge of the case back then, I wouldn't have ended up in the desolate situation of being alone in the tea room.

It's nothing to lose the seat in charge of the house, but Zhang Youwen feels sad when his brother-in-law loses the head of the storehouse.

Thinking back when he was able to be in charge of the household, Master Taishan passed the position to him, not to his son.

Zhang Youwen felt aggrieved: "I'm sorry my wife."

No matter how unwilling he was for his brother-in-law, Zhang Youwen could only open his mouth to plead with those who satirized him, hoping that they would let his wife and brother go.

"Is there anyone alive in the yard?"

Suddenly there was a shrill cry from the hospice.

(End of this chapter)