I, Liu Bian, Sanxing Han Dynasty

Chapter 413 Guo Fengxiao

Zhuge Jin straightened his face after hearing this, and hurriedly bowed to Zhuge Xuan and said, "Thank you, uncle, for your help!"

Zhuge Xuan said: "Now you are old enough to marry and have children, you can't fall behind your brother... How you want to go in the future is up to you!"

"It's just that you have chosen this path yourself, and you should be prepared for the hardships that lie ahead. Do you remember what I told you when I taught you how to play chess when you were little? Never regret your move!"

No regrets for the move! Zhuge Jin nodded solemnly: "Uncle, don't worry, nephew knows."

After saying a few words, Zhuge Jin saw that Zhuge Xuan looked tired, so he said goodbye and left together with Zhuge Liang.

On the way back, Zhuge Jin asked Zhuge Liang, "Aliang has been in a bad mood since just now. Is it because he knows that I am leaving?"

Zhuge Liang shook his head: "In fact, I knew from the beginning that my uncle would not stop you."

"I also know that my brother is going there for the sake of the country and the people, and I support him in my heart."

"I only regret that I can't do anything to help my uncle and brother..."

"Aliang, you've done very well..." Zhuge Jin wanted to ruffle Zhuge Liang's hair like he did when they were little, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he realized that Zhuge Liang had already put on a crown. After a pause, he patted Zhuge Liang on the shoulder and said, "As the saying goes, great accumulation leads to great success. You are reading and accumulating knowledge every day for the future!"

Although the words were so open-minded, Zhuge Liang was still at a sentimental age after all. How could he not be touched when he was about to face separation?

Guo Jia, who had been busy all day, was also on his way back.

When the carriage arrived at the alley, he stopped the coachman and prepared to walk home.

Passing by a tavern, the owner saw him passing by and hurriedly greeted him: "Mr. Guo, Mr. Guo..."

Guo Jia stopped walking, and the shop owner came running up to him with a small jar of wine in his hand, and said enthusiastically: "It's been a while since I saw Mr. Guo coming to buy wine..."

Guo Jia took a breath of the faint aroma of wine in the air. As a wine lover, he chose to live here because of this tavern.

But now he is busy with official duties and he really has no time to drink.

"This is wine brewed last year and just came out of the cellar. Why don't you take it home and try it, Mr. Guo?" the shop owner recommended enthusiastically.

Guo Jia shook his head. He didn't have a drop of wine at home now, because if there was wine at home, he couldn't help but want to drink. Guo Jia felt that it was enough to smell the aroma of wine every day. If he made mistakes because of drinking, he would not forgive himself.

He was going to refuse outright, but then he said, "Keep it in the store for now. I'm going to get drunk in two months!"

"Yes! Yes! Just listen to Mr. Guo." The owner said hurriedly.

He originally saw that Guo Jia had not come to the tavern to buy wine for a long time, and thought that Guo Jia had fallen in love with wine from other places.

He didn't want to lose such an old customer of several years.

Fortunately, it seems that Mr. Guo is just busy with other things.

Guo Jia felt a little empty when he left the tavern. However, when he reached his home and saw a lantern hanging outside to light the way, he felt warmed in his heart - even without wine, he was not alone.

Although Guo Jia was not young anymore, he had been studying at home for the past few years and did not get married until he became a Shangshulang.

He married the daughter of Xun family.

When Guo Jia returned home, his wife shyly told him the good news.

"Pregnant?" Guo Jia danced with joy and said three times: "Good! Good! Good!"

"Today is the day for the truth to come out!"

Thinking of this, Guo Jia slapped his thigh and said, "It's a pity that when I came here just now, the wine shop wanted to give me a jar of wine, but I refused it."

Xun said, "My husband said earlier that he would not drink alcohol for the next few months. I don't want him to break his promise... How about replacing the wine with porridge?"

"Okay, I'll listen to my lady!" Even though it was just home-cooked corn porridge, Guo Jia drank it as if he was drunk.

Porridge doesn't make you drunk, but people make themselves drunk.

That night, Guo Jia, under the pretext of being drunk, promised his wife: "Madam, wait a minute. I will earn a place for my children to inherit the family title of Marquis!"

"My concubine and the baby in my belly both believe in my husband!"

After hearing such motivating words, Guo Jia felt that all the fatigue in his body was relieved a lot.

……

Another day, Guo Jia woke up in the early morning, but instead of waking up his wife, he got up quietly. This scene had happened many times during this period of time.

He came to the temporary government office used for office work. During this period, all the data that needed to be sorted out had been almost sorted out. Although there were new people arriving, it was time to put the results into practice.

Sure enough, Zhuge Xuan, who had just arrived at his place for a few days, was transferred again. Zhuge Xuan, who had come in a hurry, did not stay in Luoyang for a few days. After learning about the latest arrangements for the relocated people, he was sent to the local area to be responsible for the resettlement of the people who migrated south on the road.

The road from the north of the Yellow River to the south of the Yangtze River is not easy to travel.

Guo Jia was checking various data and was immersed in it when he suddenly heard a cough. He raised his head and was about to stand up to salute and say "Ma Gong" but suddenly he felt a black screen in front of his eyes, his legs and feet swayed and he sat back down.

"Fengxiao, don't get up yet." Ma Riti hurriedly stepped forward to support Guo Jia, and asked someone to send Guo Jia to rest.

Seeing that Guo Jia was still insisting, Ma Riti said seriously: "Fengxiao, go to sleep first, and we'll talk after you wake up if there's anything!"

The people who are busy in the hall are no longer surprised by this. During this period, faced with so much data, some people often fall asleep while working due to exhaustion.

Although bamboo paper has been gradually popularized in recent years, there is still a lot of data recorded on bamboo slips. Bamboo slips not only consume energy, but also are a huge test of physical strength.

Guo Jia was indeed tired and fell asleep. When he woke up, someone came up to him and said, "Minister Guo, Mr. Ma is waiting for you."

After Guo Jia washed his face a little, he remembered that it was Ma Riti who came to see him before he went to bed.

……

"Fengxiao, you have been in the Shangshutai for a long time. You should know that the various household registrations and grains presented by various counties and states may not necessarily match the actual ones."

Guo Jia nodded. This was almost a consensus. Even if the current one was not greedy, he could still suppress his subordinates. But what about the predecessor? What about the predecessor?

Some of them weigh less than 200 grams when not weighed, and even more than 1,000 kilograms when weighed.

But Guo Jia didn't understand. Why did Ma Riti tell him all this? Although he was seconded here, he was still a Shangshu Lang. He couldn't be asked to inspect the treasuries of various places, right?
Even if he wanted to, he couldn't take away the work of the Imperial Censor and the messengers!
Moreover, since Emperor Guangwu, there has been a tacit understanding among court officials that the outer court, headed by the Three Dukes' Office, cannot interfere in the appointment and dismissal of personnel in the Secretariat. Even Emperor Guangwu would scold back without hesitation when the current Taiwei wanted to recommend a Shangshu Lang.

(End of this chapter)