Exquisite ingenuity

Chapter 10 Bean Curd Residue Project

Song Jingxing originally wanted to climb over the ruins and go back to the Ministry of Industry, but he stopped when he heard the middle-aged man's words.

He was dressed in short brown, tall and tall, with a dark complexion, just like a hard-working craftsman, standing in the crowd at this time, he was not conspicuous.

An old man with a cane standing next to him even looked at him carefully, and after feeling that he was not a threat, he whispered: "Sin, this old man donated half of the money! But In a year's time, it's so easy to say, this official of the Ministry of Industry, his heart is too dark!"

The gate of Kanglefang was rebuilt again, and it turned out that the imperial court had to pay for it.But who knows what goddamn official said a few words in front of the Holy One, but the imperial court actually allocated only twenty taels of silver.

What can twenty taels of silver do?It's not enough to just pay the craftsmen's wages!
So someone raised his arms and raised some money from various families, and finally built the Fangmen.

The old man continued in a low voice: "At the beginning, we shouldn't have given money to those black-hearted people. It would be better if we hired craftsmen to build it ourselves. Alas, the world is getting worse. Since the Ministry of Industry has changed people, it has become worse day by day. I heard that a few days ago, how many houses in Kanghuifang collapsed... I was born in the capital, but I never thought that my own house would take my life."

As the old man said, he glanced at Song Jingxing again with his cloudy eyes.Finally, Yin Yin warned: "Little brother, you are a craftsman. If the Ministry of Industry recruits you to do some work in the future, you have to weigh your conscience."

When Song Jingxing heard this, his face looked like a smile but not a smile: good. "

He didn't stay any longer, but quickly crossed the ruined wall and walked out.

The wind in the spring night is still a bit cold.If it was a more delicate girl, she might feel cold...

Song Jingxing walked quickly on the flat bluestone slab, and for some reason, he thought of Zhao Chengde's daughter whom he just met at the Zhao family.

Her body, which was so weak that it seemed to shatter when pinched, was covered with a cloak, like a delicate magnolia flower.As her eyes flicked around, there was an unconsciously seductive autumn light... The moment she pounced in, a faint fragrance like a magnolia flower rushed towards him... When she looked at people, she was very defensive ...

He was dressed in short brown, and he didn't look like the most respected scholar nowadays. His face was like a jade crown, his hands were powerless, and his slender hands could only hold a pen, but nothing else could be done.Because of years of hard work, his palms always had many calluses growing intermittently.If you caress the smooth fabric, you will probably scratch the fabric a few times.

Song Jingxing suddenly smiled.

The daughters of small official families generally look like this.Pampered like a flower in a greenhouse, fragile and sophisticated, she was jealous with her older sister when she was in her natal family.When it's time to get married, it's time to shift positions and fight with the sisters-in-law.

Those days and his life are two completely different worlds.

Song Jingxing was suddenly startled again.What was he doing? How could he be thinking about something because of the youngest daughter of Zhao Chengde's family.Besides, Zhao Fenglang acted rigidly and followed the rules, so he wouldn't teach his daughter to be so mean.

Thinking of this, I was a little puzzled.He had seen quite a few young ladies from official families, and received quite a few contempt. Just now, the young lady from the Zhao family had guarded eyes, but there was no other meaning in them.How could he think so badly of her? It's really weird.

It is clear that the young lady of the Zhao family has just asked the housekeeper to take money, reward him with new clothes, and keep him for food.

In dealing with people, she is impeccable.

He collected his thoughts and continued to walk in a meteor shower.

Leisure Square is still a little far away from the Ministry of Industry.

When he returned to the Ministry of Industry, the soldiers guarding the gate were changing shifts.

Suddenly seeing a man wearing short brown clothes, who was about to walk in hurriedly in the night, he couldn't help asking: "Who are you, how dare you trespass in the official office!"

Song Jingxing glanced at him indifferently, and took out a badge from the Ministry of Industry from his waist.

When the soldier who had just asked the question saw the token, he still looked in disbelief: "You..." Someone next to him suddenly tugged at him.Only then did the soldier step aside, "Mr. Song, please come in."

Song Jingxing took the token, nodded slightly at him, stepped over the threshold and entered the door.He had only been pushed to this position for a month, and recently he was often outside dealing with various matters. It was reasonable for the soldiers not to recognize him.

The soldiers at the back waited for his figure to disappear from the screen wall, and then whispered to their companions: "Could it be that this is the newly appointed doctor Song? Sure enough, his reputation is well-deserved. This appearance is just like a craftsman, not like an official." look."

The companion pinched him and said with a smile: "When you came here, you were also a rustic mud leg."

The soldier was unconvinced: "Hey, scholar, farmer, businessman, I am a mud-legged person, and I am superior to a craftsman."

The companion laughed again: "But Mr. Song, now he is a sixth-rank official of the Ministry of Industry. Although he is a dispatched official, he is a hundred times stronger than you, a mud-legged brat."

The soldier stopped immediately.Yes, although he was born as a craftsman, but now he shares the imperial salary with him, so why should he despise others.If Langzhong Song goes straight up in the future, he might be able to be a servant of the Ministry of Industry or something, which is even more different from him.

Oh, I hope Langzhong Song doesn't hold grudges like that.

Song Jingxing had never heard what the two soldiers said.

It's just that he doesn't take it seriously.He felt that it was not worth mentioning to judge a person by his origin.How many emperors and generals in history were born in the humble dust.

His ambitions are not that great either.

It's just that the state of Lu stipulated that most of the officials in the Ministry of Industry must be craftsmen.If Uncle Su hadn't visited the Song family three times and begged him to become an official, he would not have become this inexplicable Song doctor.

It's not that he has never heard of it. In the Ministry of Industry, most of the craftsman-born officials hold real positions, and most of them are on business trips, doing laborious tasks that will not be credited to them.Whenever there is a problem, they are the first to be held accountable.but……

Song Jingxing stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and looked at the screen wall he had just bypassed.

The night is thick, and there are only vague outlines on the screen wall.

But on the screen wall, there was a sentence that he was extremely familiar with.

"The essence is on the tip of the pen, but ingenuity is hard to come by."

That day when he was led in by Uncle Su, he accidentally saw this sentence.There was still some hesitation before he was determined.

Uncle Su is right, he seeks his own government in his position and fulfills his responsibilities.Now that he has joined the Ministry of Industry and become a doctor of the Song Dynasty, he can display more talents.

He stood quietly for a while, then turned his head again, striding into the night.

The person he was looking for was not there.

A little official with a somewhat familiar face held a lamp and yawned: "Su Shangshu is getting old, and he hasn't rested for two months in a row. He just went back because of an old problem. You, you are Song Langzhong?"

Song Jingxing said in a deep voice, "I am."

The little official glanced at him: "It's not Song Langzhong who is on duty tonight, what is Song Langzhong doing here?"

Song Jingxing didn't pay attention to the contempt that flashed in the little official's eyes, but said coldly: "The gate of Kanglefang collapsed and injured Zhao Fenglang from the household department."

The little official's drowsiness was frightened away.

These days, the Ministry of Industry and the Ministry of Households are fighting over the collapse of the Kanghuifang houses, and they are arguing in front of Shengshang.This, this, the matter of Kanghuifang is not over yet, why did the door of the workshop smash and injure a person from the household department again!

His expression changed immediately: "Ma Shilang is inside, just wait, I'll report."

Song Jingxing watched the little official run away, a sneer flashed across his face.

(End of this chapter)