Biography of the traitorous officials who dominated the Song Dynasty

Chapter 33 I’m afraid the Nu family is dreaming.
Count Li Gongji was very familiar with him. After all these years, Count Ying has always been around Ximen Qing like a ghost.

Idle around, eating and drinking.

How come Earl Ying suddenly became a prodigy who could write good articles?
So... deeply loved by the current Holy Emperor?

Li Gongji looked at Xu San with dumbfounded eyes. Xu San pointed at his nose and said, "This matter must be kept secret. Even Ying Guanghou himself cannot know."

After all, Mr. Cai had already given the instructions, and Li Gongji did not dare to say or ask any more questions. He could only kowtow and accept the order immediately.

After Xu San left, Li Gongji immediately looked through the roster in Qinghe County.

Count from the county magistrate and go down one by one.

"Oh! Mr. Cai has already told you that the official position given to Ying Guanghou cannot be too big or too small. This is really difficult to handle!"

This matter really added a big difficulty to Li Gongji.

Because every position in the county government office in Qinghe County is currently vacant.

If Earl Ying is forced into a certain position, I'm afraid it's too small and Mr. Cai won't be able to explain it.

So, they had no choice but to pull down Sun Qingshan, who was originally the chief registrar of Qinghe County, and put Earl Ying in the position of chief registrar.

The chief bookkeeper is in charge of money, food and household registration, which can be regarded as a truly lucrative position.

The location is just right, neither up nor down, very suitable.

After all, the only person higher up from the main register is the county magistrate of Qinghe County.

What position is equivalent to the county magistrate?

Considering the era that Earl Ying lived in in his previous life, this was a serious deputy county magistrate.

That decision failed because the official position was too big.

For Li Gongji, he really felt sorry for Sun Qingshan and Lord Sun, but things in the world are always so unpredictable, there is no fairness at all.

If that's the case, then so be it!

In the early morning of the next day, Master Chen and Xu San drove on the road and waved goodbye to Earl Ying.

Earl Ying and Mr. Chen have made an agreement that he will definitely go to Bianliang City to meet Mr. Chen at this time next year.

Before Master Chen left, he left a maid beside him, whose main job was to take care of Earl Ying's daily writing.

Every half month, she needs to send the manuscript written by Earl Ying to Bianliang City.

This woman's name is Zhao Xiangzhu, she is pretty but not too handsome, and she is usually taciturn and gloomy.

But the martial arts skills he practiced were really outstanding and could not be matched by ordinary people.

Earl Ying stood at the gate, watching Master Chen and Xu San and the others drive away, lowered his head sadly, and sighed.

"A manly man, don't act like a bitch!"

"You refuse to go to Bianliang City, don't you? Then go back home and write a book!"

Zhao Xiangzhu, who had a face full of anger, pinched her waist with both hands and angrily scolded Earl Ying. Her tone was no different from that of the hero Li Kui from Liang Shanbo.

Earl Ying rolled his eyes and thought to himself: Thanks to Lao Tzu's extra care, if I had given all the manuscripts in my hand to Brother Chen.

Then I don’t have to live anymore, sitting in front of the desk all day and night writing novels for him!

If I didn't write it down, I think this tough-minded woman would dare to tear me apart!
Speaking of which, writing in this era must be done by handwriting, one stroke at a time, and it must be in traditional Chinese characters.

There were no computers or typewriters, and because the publishing industry had not yet developed, publishing conditions were extremely difficult.

Publishing a book is probably as difficult as climbing into the sky.

well!The literati of this era were really miserable.With this in mind, Earl Ying returned to the study.

Sitting at the desk, picking up a brush and grinding the ink, I suddenly realized that there were more or less sentence problems in the dozen or so novels I had written in my previous life.

Maybe it can be more magnificent and dazzling, maybe the order of certain two paragraphs can be adjusted back and forth.

Anyway, every day after that, as soon as I went out of the study, I took out a large stack of ready-made manuscripts and gave them to Zhao Xiangzhu, which was totally unreasonable.

It is better to make small-scale modifications every day. In order not to delay your happiness, the daily limit is only half an hour.

The number of words given to Zhao Xiangzhu every day is about [-] words.

With this in mind, Earl Ying began the first revision of his work.

He didn't actually know in advance that in his previous life, he often struggled to write in times of hardship, confusion, and difficulty.

When writing about excitement, I often put myself in the shoes of the protagonist in the book and think about it.

As a result, many sentences were too plain and simple, and did not perfectly display all his language talents.

Such a simple revision can be said to turn decay into magic.It’s not just the icing on the cake!
This makes the already astonishing work even more unparalleled in the world.

Half an hour later, he stood up, stretched, handed the repaired [-]-word manuscript to Zhao Xiangzhu, and went out.

All the way to Zishi Street, I happened to see Pan Jinlian, who was full of sorrow, sad for spring and autumn, in front of Wu Dalang's house.

As soon as the woman saw Earl Ying, she immediately grabbed a handful of melon seeds from beside her and walked over quickly.

"My family was at home yesterday. How about you being at home alone? Are you full?"

The woman secretly gave all the melon seeds to Earl Ying.

Earl Ying was so satisfied that he grabbed the woman's hand and pulled her towards Lion Street.

The woman was frightened and kept shaking off Earl Ying's hand for fear of being seen by others along the way.

I thought to myself: I don’t know what kind of evil trick this dead head is playing!All in all, he seemed so excited to be the magistrate of Qinghe County.

After walking two streets and passing several street corners, Earl Ying brought the woman to the house.

He pointed with his hand and said, "This is our new home."

Seeing the majestic palace in front of her, the woman immediately put her hand on Earl Ying's forehead and asked urgently: "Are you sick?"

Earl Ying shook his head and snickered. He looked at Zhao Xiangzhu, who was standing in front of the door with a serious smile, and said, "Xiangzhu, call Madam quickly."

Zhao Xiangzhu quickly bowed to Pan Jinlian and said, "Madam, please take good care of me in the future!"

Pan Jinlian was stunned, looking at Earl Ying in great surprise, and repeatedly wondered if she was dreaming.

Unable to let her think too much, Earl Ying immediately brought her in, walked around the front and back of the hall, and then took her to the dining room.

He hurriedly opened the iron box containing more than 980 taels of silver, wiped his sweat and said, "Do you think your officer is sick?"

Pan Jinlian opened her mouth wide, and her jaw almost fell to the ground.

With a "pop" sound, he knelt down in front of the iron box.

"The slave family really didn't know that you actually have such extraordinary abilities! The slave family is simply... simply..."

The woman couldn't speak anymore. She was so excited that she cried with joy.

Earl Ying quickly hugged the woman and said, "I will remember every word you said to me."

"From then on, this house and this box of silver were all named Pan."

(End of this chapter)