What should I do if I am beheaded by the First Emperor at the beginning?

Chapter 320 The power of the great clan and the two kings are rampant 【Two in one, please subscribe】

Fan Muye pressed his forehead, looking at the letter in front of him, the irritability in his heart was about to burst out.

There are always people who are looking for death, and always want to die.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and there was a little awe in his Danfeng eyes.

"Since they want to die so much, then I will give them this chance."

"Come on."

A servant hurried in from outside the room with a respectful expression.

"gentlemen."

Fan Muye clicked on the letter in his hand, and said softly: "Since those people from other families don't want to be attached to us, let them support themselves."

"Talk to the accountant that from today onwards, it is not allowed to spend a single penny to the partial family."

"If he dares to reveal half of the money, I will kill him!"

The young servant lowered his head, and just responded, "Here."

He stood there bent over, waiting for Fan Muye's other orders, and Fan Muye just leaned slightly on the chair behind him.

"Also, go tell the old man."

"Let him make less crooked movements. If you want to continue to live a good life, don't always think about taking my money to subsidize other people."

Having said this, Fan Muye was silent for a while, and then said: "Of course I understand "filial piety". "

"So I won't do anything to him."

"But he used my money to subsidize other people, so I chopped off that hot finger."

"And let them blend together."

Hearing such terrifying words, the servant just nodded slightly without any reaction.

Fan Muye waved his hand slightly, and told the boy to go down.

He leaned back in the chair with a tired look on his face.

After dealing with the affairs at home, he has to deal with the affairs of the publishing department.

Fan Muye looked at the geomancy map in his hand, with a little thought in his eyes.

The establishment of the Publishing Department was not that simple, as he could hear from Chen Ke's words before.

This is an institution that is different from some of the institutions that have come before it.

This organization can actually be divided into two parts, one of which will be the "Publishing Department" in the future, and the other part will be the "profit" of their "Fan family".

The main body of the Publishing Department must be an institution that integrates printing and review. This institution must and can only belong to the imperial court and Penglaizhou.

But in another place, it's different.

That's where the separate "printing" of books was done. He had heard rumors about the establishment of the "Penglaizhou First Porcelain Bureau" and other institutions by Governor Chen.

As far as he knows, these institutions are "for-profit".

Although they still belonged to the imperial court, and the leaders of these "manufacturing bureaus" had to pass the assessment and be appointed by the imperial court, they were different from the imperial court.

Equivalent to half of the imperial court.

It is more similar to "merchants", but "merchants" with royal and court backgrounds.

Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as "Huangshang".

Fan Muye tapped his hand on the table slightly, and the expression in his eyes was also erratic.

He didn't know how far he could go to escape that person's eyes.

In other words, instead of escaping, he walked to the angle that was deliberately raised and invisible.

When the water is clear, there will be no fish. This is the truth that the world knows.

Fan Muye knew from the first day of cooperation with Chen Ke that the governor also knew this truth.

Therefore, there must be a bottom line and a passing line.

The bottom line must never be violated, not even close to the bottom line, because if you get close to the ancient times, you will really die, and it will be the death of the nine clans.

This is not something that can be solved by being fined three cups of wine and not taking it as an example.

Fan Muye hopes to regard the "pass line" as the bottom line, and he can repeatedly test around the pass line, but he must never get close to the "bottom line".

He still knows which is more important, life or money.

Especially if it's really going to die.

He knew this, Chen Ke knew it, and His Majesty the First Emperor knew it even more.

The tacit premise is that everyone knows that His Majesty the First Emperor really can kill people, Governor Chen really can kill people, and he won't look at anyone's face.

Even the sons of the clan can still be killed.

Only majesty can create trust, and the politics of killing decisively and not letting the law be contaminated with human sophistication is the method used by the first emperor to dominate the world.

Fan Muye sketched on the map, and finally breathed out.

"Whether the Fan family can take advantage of this wind and rise up depends on the fate of the Fan family."

"As the patriarch, I have already done everything I can."

He pressed his brows slightly, easing the pressure on his drowsy head and the corners of his eyes.

Penglai Island Gate

A notice was posted at the door again, and careful people immediately noticed that this notice was different from the previous one.

This time the notice has a green edge, and the previous notices representing state announcements were all white.

The leading scholar also looked puzzled: "May I ask why this notice is different from the previous one?"

The person who posted the notice smiled, and then said: "This is to distinguish between different institutions;"

"For example, His Majesty's imperial decree is a black-colored paper sticker, and the state-level one is white. Now this is an order of a certain department in the state, which is the blue edge."

This is when people suddenly realized, and then they rushed to look at the content written on the paper.

After reading it, everyone was a little surprised.

"This"

"This publishing office wants to recruit people?"

"You don't need to pass the essay competition exam to enter?"

The person who posted the notice said with a smile: "Yes, the people recruited this time are not included in the official system, but they can be regarded as half petty officials."

"It's someone hired by the court."

"Wages and treatment can be guaranteed."

"But there are conditions."

He pointed to the announcement and said, "Everyone, please look at this point. Our Publishing Department recruits people this time only if they know more than half of the characters in the "Thousand Characters". "

"And this is only the first round of review, there will be other reviews later."

"If you want to sign up, you have to hurry up."

Such news spread throughout Penglai Island. Of course, not only the imperial court was recruiting, but the Fan family was also recruiting.

It's just that most of the people recruited by the Fan family are recruited from within themselves.

As for the requirements, it is consistent with the external requirements.

This can be regarded as a convenience Chen Ke gave to Fan Muye.

Not an out of the ordinary convenience.

News from the Publishing Department soon spread throughout Penglai Island, and even the common people who farmed knew a thing or two.

After all, this recruitment did not limit the participation of those in the anthology contest, which meant that everyone had a chance.

Since Chen Ke came, the sale of paper sheets such as "Thousand Characters" started in Penglai Island.

The Guizhou chiefs had land and income in their hands, so they would not let this opportunity of literacy be missed. Therefore, it is not uncommon for people who have mastered more than half of the thousand-character script.

And because this is a person hired by the imperial court, he can be regarded as half of the imperial court, so there are also a lot of people participating.

They all regarded this as a matter of honoring their ancestors.

Governor's Palace
Chen Ke was sitting on the recliner, looking at Erlang's legs, blowing the autumn wind in the distance, and the sound of the bell was still ringing in her ears.

The sound of silk and bamboo pipe music is endless, and suddenly I feel that I am in the sky.

Footsteps sounded in the courtyard, and Fusu walked in silently, with a bit of seriousness in his expression.

"Teacher, it's time for us to set off."

departure?

Chen Ke didn't even open his eyes: "How many days later?"

Fusu said, "We will leave in about ten days."

"The slaves are already packing up."

Chen Ke sighed faintly, he opened his eyes, the orange light reflected by the joyful candle shadow on his face was like a dream.

"You can go back to Xianyang, this is a really good thing."

"I don't know what happened to the old friends in Xianyang."

Fusu was lying on a deck chair beside him, and said with a smile, "Teacher, you don't know them yet?"

"Brother Hai, I'm afraid I've gone crazy. Prime Minister Li and General Wang don't think there will be any changes."

He leaned in front of Chen Ke and teased, "Teacher, you are not the kind of person who mourns the spring and autumn, do you miss someone in Xianyang City?"

Chen Ke twitched his body to the side in disgust, and said helplessly, "Miss someone from Xianyang City?"

"I know someone in Xianyang City, don't you know?"

"Who else can I think of?"

Fu Su chuckled: "Who knows if the teacher has an old friend in Xianyang? Maybe there is a little lady from some family who has made a lifelong appointment with the teacher?"

Chen Ke waved his hand, not wanting to ignore him.

Just said: "Okay, don't say these are useless."

"Let's send a message to the county guards in Penglaizhou, and tell them that the governor is going to have a banquet for them, as this year's summary."

He touched his chin and suddenly took his conscience away.

"Even if I leave this banquet in the future, it will become a habit. At the end of each year, I will summarize the gains and losses of the year."

"Don't slack off."

Isn't it the annual meeting?Who doesn't know how to do it?

These people in Daqin should be tossing and tossing, these people are all cheap, only to tossing them, they will know what they should do.

Fusu nodded, and said again: "Teacher, the bait must have been taken over there."

"The recent moves are quite big."

Chen Ke snorted, with a bit of fun in his tone: "I heard that they had specially sent someone to Xianyang before, and wanted to ask Mr. Chuanyang to intercede and ask His Majesty to transfer me back when Feng Jie returns to Beijing."

"I'm afraid they were also surprised when they heard the news that I was transferred back?"

Chen Ke smiled, like a fox waiting for its prey: "It's just a pity, they don't know that the sweet honey pot in front of them hides a highly poisonous poison."

"This is highly poisonous, as long as they want to taste this honey, they will be completely poisoned to death."

Next year, next year.

Time is like a spring day, a little sparkling.

Fu Su also smiled mockingly: "That's their business, after all, this group of people."

"Father also wanted to do something to him a long time ago."

The first emperor's patience with the clan was not that great, but he just didn't show it all the time.

When the clan died again and again, the happiest person was not the clan, but the first emperor.

Because he finally had a fair reason to kill someone.

A glass of wine, sip it with a little comfort in my heart.

The two of them were lying on the chair, drinking the wine continuously, feeling the comfort in their hearts spread little by little, as unstoppable as a fire.

Hu Chuanjun Mansion

The same as Chen Ke, these two people were also drinking, and what they were drinking was celebration wine.

They felt that they must be able to arouse the emperor's suspicion of Chen Ke, because it was so simple, how could the emperor trust a person so much?
They don't even need to do anything.

You just need to say that everything is fine here when the emperor asks, that everything is fine in Chen Ke, that Chen Ke is so powerful, and so stalwart.

Ying Ku even smiled and said, "Hasn't our Majesty always thought highly of himself?"

"Don't you feel that you are the third emperor of Degao, and your achievements surpass the five emperors?"

"Let's make Chen Ke a saint! An unprecedented saint!"

He squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "It's also thanks to the Confucianism back then. They wanted to make Kong Qiunie into a saint."

"They did a lot of things."

"Although Confucius cannot become a saint, Chen Ke can become a saint instead of Confucius."

Yingku looked at Yinglun and said, "Do you think His Majesty will just watch the birth of a saint?"

"Especially before this sage has not made a very great achievement, enough to be called a "sage"? "

Yinglun laughed and said, "Of course not, Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty will still feel that this so-called saint is a threat! So I began to doubt Chen Ke in my heart."

"Not much, just a little bit is enough."

"A drop of ink can turn a tank of water black, and a little doubt can make His Majesty investigate Chen Ke."

"It's the same sentence, no one in this world is clean."

He smacked his lips and looked at the wine glass in his hand: "Come on, let's celebrate our upcoming success in advance!"

The two looked at each other, with a smile in their eyes: "Hahahahaha, come!"

"Let's celebrate our success early!"

Outside Penglaizhou Municipal Street

The newly established "Publishing Department" is here. The establishment of the Publishing Department is very strange, even more strange than the Municipal Department of Materials.

For the time being, no one is in charge of the Publishing Department, but many of them are already in place.

They are all Baijiagong students who came out of the anthology competition, and these students have been studying in Baijiagong for three or four months.

Barely able to take the position of a small official here.

The other part, that is, those hired, have not yet been selected, after all, this also requires an assessment.

Time is gradually passing.

Many people got the news that Jiang Ruoang, governor of Langya County, and Tian Cheng, governor of Jiaodong County, had already arrived in Linzi County.

Who would dare not participate in the banquet announced by Governor Chen himself?

Time passed by in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, it was daytime on the day of the banquet.

Many people are waiting anxiously, while some people are constantly wiping the sweat from their foreheads.

Tian Cheng, Wei Xin, and Yu Que stood aside, like independent sons.

"Three, what are you doing standing here?"

(End of this chapter)