I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 565 Absolutely Don't Take It Lightly
The night passed in the blink of an eye, and in the early morning, the British government mansion.

From the study room, there was a sound of reading. Zhang Yuangong, the son of British Duke Zhang Rong, was reciting the delineated examination scope and the annotations on it.

Ever since the British Duke Zhang Rong got the test questions and the scope of the exam from Jiajing earlier, he has been convening representatives of the clan and nobles non-stop to distribute the test questions and the scope of the exam.

Zhang Yuangong only remembered that his father, Zhang Rong, had discussions very late with representatives from the clan and nobles who rarely met on weekdays.

After the discussion was over, Zhang Yuangong was called to the room by his father Zhang Rong and told him to take advantage of this opportunity to review and prepare for the upcoming exam in the near future!
Zhang Yuangong couldn't understand why his father still asked him to take the exam when he obviously didn't have to do anything but wait to inherit the title of Duke of England.

So Zhang Yuangong boldly expressed his doubts to his father tactfully.

After Zhang Rong heard his son's bastard words, he was furious and immediately made him kneel on the ground, and even almost enforced family law!
If Zhang Yuangong's biological mother had not persuaded him, Zhang Yuangong might not be sitting peacefully in his study and endorsing the book.

Zhang Yuangong clearly remembered that when his father heard his words, his face was full of hatred and he scolded him like this.

"This is the treatment that your father and I, on behalf of countless clans and nobles, are willing to go out and ask His Majesty for this!"

"Our clan and nobles have been decadent for too long. If we fail to seize this opportunity, we will no longer be seen on the political stage of the Ming Dynasty!"

"It's good to have a comfortable life, but if you live like this for too long, it will make people feel tired. Don't forget, what does our family rely on to achieve today's status? It relies on using real swords on the battlefield. Fight for your life with a real gun!”

"You're a worm who only cares about pleasure. Do you know how the outside world evaluates us clans and nobles?"

"They called us uneducated pigs who rely on the glory of our ancestors to eat, drink and have fun!"

Zhang Rong's words deeply hurt Zhang Yuangong's heart and made him determined to show off.

This proves to the world that the clan and nobles are not all empty-handed, and it is our duty to rebuild the glory of our nobles!
Because of this, Zhang Yuangong changed his usual slackness and came to the study room to study early in the morning.

However, what Zhang Yuangong didn't notice was that there was a figure outside the study that had been watching him silently.

And this figure is the British Duke Zhang Rong. Seeing his son working so hard, Zhang Rong couldn't help but feel relieved on his face.

Immediately, he was seen stroking his beard and muttering silently to himself.

"Okay, it seems that I, the British Duke, have a successor!"

……

Fujian, Zhangzhou Prefecture.

Since Tan Lun had earlier ordered people to report to the cabinet the requests of the Rakshasa people staying in Quanzhou to start long-term trade with the Ming Dynasty and to meet with His Majesty, he has been waiting for a reply from the cabinet.

Today, Tan Lun finally received a reply from the cabinet.

At this moment, in the government office, while Tan Lun was still processing a large number of official documents, he heard a knock on the door. After receiving permission, a subordinate clerk opened the door and walked in, and opened the door to the cabinet. The reply was respectfully handed into Tan Lun's hands.

After the subordinate official left, Tan Lun opened the letter in his hand and read the contents in detail.

The answer from the cabinet was very simple. In short, His Majesty agreed to the request of the group of Rakshasa people and asked them to go to the capital as soon as possible to discuss many matters related to trade.

After Tan Lun finished reading the reply from the cabinet, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In his opinion, if he can facilitate this matter, he will have his share of the credit no matter what, promoting trade between the two countries and bringing additional income to the court. Isn't this a proper political achievement?
After that, Tan Lun put aside the letter containing the cabinet's reply. He planned to write a letter in person to Quanzhou Magistrate Yang Zongtai. While conveying the cabinet's intention, he also reminded Yang Zongtai that he needed to pay attention. What.

Immediately, Tan Lun spread out his pen and paper, and after thinking about it for a long time, he started writing.

"At present, the imperial court has agreed to the request of the group of Rakshasa people to rush to the capital as soon as possible to discuss many matters related to trade." "In addition, as the prefect of Quanzhou, you must not take it lightly. You must treat this group of Rakshasa people. Take strict precautions!”

"Try not to let them find out information about our Ming Dynasty Navy, or about soldiers' equipment, etc. In addition, you should also..."

Time passed by slowly, and when Tan Lun finished the last word, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, Tan Lun carefully read the contents of the letter from beginning to end. After confirming that there were no errors or omissions, he put the brush in his hand back to its original position.

When the ink on the letter paper was dry, Tan Lun called his subordinates and gave instructions in a deep voice.

"Send this letter to Quanzhou Magistrate Yang Zongtai immediately without delay!"

"Obey, my lord governor!"

Seeing that Tan Lun attached so much importance to this letter, the subordinate did not dare to show any slightness and immediately responded in a deep voice.

After that, the subordinate did not stay in the room at all, but left directly. When the subordinate left, he also closed the door of the room with him.

Seeing this, Tan Lun shook his head helplessly, and immediately returned his attention to the mountains of official documents in front of him.

"Oh, I'm going to be very busy next time!"

After Tan Lun said this with emotion, he immediately calmed down and began to concentrate on processing the official documents in front of him.

……

On the other side, the handwritten letter sent by Tan Lun to the prefect of Quanzhou, Yang Zongtai, finally arrived in Quanzhou after spending nearly a day.

At this moment, in the yamen of Quanzhou Prefecture.

Yang Zongtai, the prefect of Quanzhou, was sitting at the top, listening to the complaints of his subordinates with a headache on his face.

"Master Magistrate, you don't know. Those Rakshasa people don't know where they got so much energy. They pester us with questions all day long!"

"Yes, that's right, especially the leader of the Rakshasa people, who seems to be named Nils. He has the most problems!"

"Yes, Lord Magistrate, we are not in trouble, but those who understand Rakshasa language and are responsible for translation will suffer!"

After Yang Zongtai patiently listened to the complaints from his subordinates, he secretly became more vigilant and nodded slightly, indicating that he understood everything.

After giving a few words of comfort, Yang Zongtai changed the topic, glanced at everyone, and asked.

"Then you didn't reveal anything to them, something that shouldn't be revealed, right?"

After hearing what Yang Zongtai said, the subordinates immediately looked stern and said respectfully.

"Master Prefect, we know what to say and what not to say, but we didn't say anything except the necessary customs and customs!"

Yang Zongtai also breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what his subordinate said.

"Okay, you did a good job. We must not take this group of Rakshasa people lightly!"

(End of this chapter)