Ji Tang

Chapter 380

When he saw the things inside, Ji Song knew that he had put his heart into it.

In fact, it is not a valuable thing, it can even be said to be a bit shabby.

In the basket were three plates of exquisite pastries. Whether it was pattern or workmanship, they were second to none. They looked flawless and were appetizing.

Ma Zhou was a little hesitant and said: "This is made by Xiaguan's wife overnight. Xiaguan has nothing to offer, and he doesn't know what the Marquis needs, so he can only use these."

Ji Song didn't say anything, but picked up a piece of pastry and ate it directly.

"Well, it tastes sweet but not too sweet. It suits my taste very well. This is a good gift. If you have the chance, bring more."

Ji Song's comment made Ma Zhou relieved. When his wife asked him to bring these things, he was unwilling to do so.

But one sentence made Ma Zhou change his mind!
"The Marquis of Hao has never seen anything. If he values ​​you, he won't care even if you come empty-handed; if he doesn't care about you, then he won't pay attention to you even if you come with gold."

After finishing the pastry, Ji Song wiped his mouth and said with a smile: "Actually, you don't have to do this. Although I still hold the position of Shaoqing of Sinong Temple, I haven't been there for a long time."

"Your Majesty wants to vigorously rectify Sinong Temple. You just go ahead and do it. If anyone dares to embarrass you, just ask them to come to me."

When Ma Zhou heard this, he quickly saluted and said, "Thank you, Lord Marquis, for your understanding!"

He understood that it was not easy to rectify Sinong Temple. The relationships there were too complicated.

Aristocratic families, noble families, and poor families all have a lot of interests in it.

Even local officials have interests in Sinong Temple's policies.

If there is no strong person to support him, even if he is valued by the emperor, he will be torn to pieces.

Yes, he is the emperor's man, but it is impossible for the emperor to end it personally. This is a matter of position.

Now the Si Cheng, Zhu Bo, and many other principals have been transferred.

But none of the officials who actually work inside have left. These are the true heritage of Sinong Temple, but they are also the most difficult group of people to deal with.

Ji Song is the young minister of Sinong Temple. If he takes charge of the rectification, it will definitely get twice the result with half the effort, but this is just a thought, and the emperor will not give such an order.

The department you built by yourself is now producing results. You kicked it out first, and now you want others to rectify it for you.

No matter how good-tempered you are, you will probably end up losing your temper.

Therefore, after much thought, he finally turned to Ji Song, hoping that he would understand the righteousness and help him stabilize the people below him.

Ji Song stood up, and Ma Yiyi wanted to stand up as well, but was held down by Ji Song.

"Logically speaking, it would be good if I don't get in the way of such a matter. Now that you've come to your door, aren't you afraid of being thrown out by me?"

Ma Zhou smiled coquettishly and said, "How can the Marquis be as knowledgeable as a lower official!"

"Hey!"

Ji Song laughed and scolded: "When did I become so magnanimous? That Dugu Mou was thrown half to death by me, it seems that some people still haven't lost their memory!"

Ma Zhou broke into a cold sweat after hearing this.

He heard about Dugu Mou after returning to Chang'an, and at that time he lamented Ji's bad temper.

At this time, he had already begun to look outside the door randomly. If the situation was not right, he would immediately run away from the door.

"Okay, I'll scare you."

"Your Majesty has explained this matter. Although I am a little reluctant, the emperor's order cannot be violated. I don't want to be dragged into the palace to make decisions. This time I will give you an advantage."

Ji Song sat dejectedly on the chair and said irritably to Ma Zhou.

Although Ji Song said he was helpless, Ma Zhou had no intention of looking down on him.

Don't think that Ji Song seems to be eaten to death by the emperor, but this is not a kind of trust. Even if he resists, he will be beaten by the emperor in the end.If you had tried it on someone else, you would have died countless times.

The two of them talked again. Ma Zhou looked at the sky and stood up to leave.

The affairs of Sinong Temple are now a mess. With Ji Song's guarantee, he has some confidence. It is better to cut through the mess quickly and avoid long nights and dreams.

Returning to the backyard, Ji Song felt nauseated when he saw the silly woman carrying some soup she didn't know what to make.

Ignoring the mother-in-law who already missed her son crazy, Ji Song ran out quickly.

I can't stay here anymore.

If he stayed any longer, he would be tortured to death first, regardless of whether his son would be born or not.

He took Rhubarb with him, called the eagle Daying Er hovering in the sky, and then took Honglei with him and went out. He didn't plan to come back soon.

Even the most powerful old scalper needs to take a break.

When he walked out of the Hou Mansion, he didn't know where he was going.

Suddenly he remembered that his second uncle had asked him to go home some time ago, so he turned his horse around and drove straight to Jijiazhuangzi.

The wind was blowing along the way, the road was opening in front of Rhubarb, and two handsome eagles were singing in the sky.

In the evening, Ji Song returned to Zhuangzi, greeted the clan members, and then came to his second uncle's house.

Uncle De hurriedly came over and complained: "You didn't say anything when you came back, and you didn't make any preparations."

Before Ji Song could speak, the second uncle scolded: "What are you preparing for? They all come from poverty, and Brother Song is not a hypocrite. What are you worried about? He still dares to deny me, an old guy?"

Ji Song heard the black thread in his head and quickly changed the topic.

"That's what you always said. If it hadn't been for the help of my clan members, my mother and I wouldn't have done what we were doing. What you said is a slap in my face!"

When the second uncle saw Ji Song, his expression immediately changed and he said with a smile: "You are different, you have been different since you were a child!"

Ji De was speechless. Is this a double standard?
"Oh, right!"

Ji Song asked, "You asked me to come back. Is there something wrong?"

When the second uncle heard this, he made a mockery of Uncle De.

"You guys chat, I'll go out and take a look!"

When Uncle De went out, the second uncle said: "Help me go to the ancestral hall!"

Ji Song was stunned, but without any delay, he carefully lifted his second uncle up and walked towards the ancestral hall.

Behind Zhuangzi, a simple building has been standing here.

This Ji family ancestral hall was built during the Wude period.

Looking at the lush ginkgo trees and the mottled ancestral hall outside, my second uncle felt a little emotional!
He took Ji Song's hand and said, "Thanks to you being here these years, otherwise my Ji family might have been silent forever."

Ji Song knew some things about that year.

The Ji family, who had been living in seclusion in the Qinling Mountains since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, moved out due to a crisis of genocide. It has been more than 100 years ago.

At first, because there were still many scholars in the clan who worked as minor officials in the former Qin Dynasty, the clan could still manage well.

But since Fu Jian's millions of troops went south and were wiped out, Guanzhong also became chaotic. The family became more and more difficult, and in the end there was no inheritance of reading.

If Ji Song hadn't appeared, the Ji family might have really fallen apart.

(End of this chapter)