high official

Chapter 29 White Shirt
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Behind the second hall of the county government office, there is a moon gate, which is the boundary between the front and rear government offices.Houya is the place where the county magistrate lives and works, and the core is the signing room.

In the county magistrate's signing room, Master Diao was furious and said, "My lord, this is Huang Gongwang's genuine product, just let this kid ruin it! What is the crime?"

"It was the lord who asked the villain to write the inscription for him. Otherwise, even if I borrowed a hundred guts from the villain, I wouldn't dare to write randomly..." Wang Xian repeatedly muttered pitifully.But the hatred in my heart is extremely relieved, anyway, I have something to say, so what can I do with old things?As for scribes and the like, he no longer counted on them. He just wanted to support himself and support his mother. Could it be that those people outside the yamen all died of starvation?
In that room, Wei Zhixian was sprayed all over his face by Mr. Diao's saliva, so he had to turn his face to look at the smeared scroll, and saw that it was indeed a stinky handwriting, a child who had practiced in a private school for several years , are better than what he wrote.What a waste of a famous painting.

Master Sima also came up to him, holding back his vomiting, read Wang Xian's writing, and then, ignoring Mr. Diao's book, clapped his palms and praised: "Good poem! Good poem!" He read it aloud:

"Stick to the green hills and not let go, the roots are originally in the broken rocks,

Thousands of hard hits are still strong, Ren Er is wind from east to west! "

"Oh?" Wei Zhixian was shocked when he heard the words, and quickly re-read the words, it was indeed a seven-character quatrain.Although the poems are simple and straightforward, the arrogance and arrogance that overflowed between the lines, never bowing their heads in adversity, still made Wei Zhixian tremble with excitement.

Isn't this the true portrayal of me, Wei Yuan?Wei Zhixian secretly excitedly said narcissistically.He took office full of ambition, determined to serve the country, the people, and benefit one side. Who knows that the local forces are deeply intertwined, and he, the county magistrate, is not taken seriously at all.Every time I promote national policies and good deeds, there are officials and gentry who oppose me everywhere.It made him hit the wall everywhere and felt very depressed.Reading this poem now, it is as if thousands of people cheered and cheered him up, making his blood surge and his spirits uplifted!
After reading this poem repeatedly, Wei Zhixian couldn't help but burst into tears. It's really a good poem. It's hard to find a bosom friend, so it should be clear!

Seeing that the magistrate was being bookish again, Sima Qiu had no choice but to tug at the corner of his clothes.

"Uh, oh..." Wei Zhixian came back to his senses and looked at Master Diao who was astonished, "I'm sorry, I lost my temper. Brother Ren'an, I like this painting very much. Didn't you always want my "" "Xishanyu Intention", let's exchange."

"My lord..." Mr. Diao's old face turned pale. He looked at the stinky handwriting, but he didn't want to look at it. Who knew it was an excellent poem.What's more troublesome is that it seems to have aroused the excitement of Wei Zhixian... I planned to completely cut off Sima Qiu's thoughts, but unexpectedly there was such a magical turning point, which left him speechless.

"If you don't object, you agree." Wei Zhixian said happily, "Mr. Sima, quickly change the painting."

Sima Qiu took down the "Intention of Rain, Mountains and Streams" hanging on the wall, and hung up "Welcome Pine on Huangshan Mountain".

Wei Zhixian looked at the painting with satisfaction. He even felt that the characters were not ugly, but ancient. You can see that every stroke penetrates the back of the paper, and it contains a vigorous momentum!

At this time, no one will know that this painting was sold at an auction 600 years later at a sky-high price of 16 billion Huajin... For this reason, the descendants of the Diao family and the descendants of the Wei family are still fighting a lawsuit to compete for the right to own this painting. Ownership, of course, is another story.

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When the news subsides, Wei Zhixian should also deal with the business.

He asked Wang Xian to withdraw, and had a heart-to-heart talk with Master Diao: "Brother Ren'an, he is only a secretary, so why bother him."

"Your Excellency, I don't know. This person is notorious and has bad intentions. Once he is allowed to enter the Yamen, it will definitely be a disaster." Master Diao said in a muffled voice: "Because he was introduced by Wang Ziyao, I don't want to resign in person. , that’s why we made this move.”

"Being notorious is probably a rumor, and it is a fallacy if you have a bad intention." Wei Zhixian said disapprovingly: "Without a sense of pride and righteousness, it is impossible to write such a good poem."

"Your Excellency..." Master Diao had no choice but to change his angle and said, "The problem is that we are officials, not scholars. His poems are good, but this word is really unsightly..."

"If you are not good at handwriting, you can practice it. The rare thing is that he is good at arithmetic, which is what the county needs urgently." Wei Zhixian made up his mind and said, "Let's hire him!"

"Yes..." the Zhengyin official spoke, and Master Diao couldn't insist any longer.The two exchanged a few words, but they didn't mention the post of pawn, and the chatter was boring, so Master Diao left and went back to the yamen.

"Dong Weng," Sima Qiu couldn't help but said after Diao left, "Why don't you simply appoint Wang Xiaozi as a pawn, so as to repay his favor."

It turns out that Wei Zhixian was rewarded by the court for rehabilitating unjust prisons. Although he has just arrived in office, he cannot be promoted immediately, but with this honor, even if he wears the hat of a "capable official", do he still have to worry about his future?

Wei Zhixian is a scholar who believes in Confucius and Mencius, and thinks of the source when he drinks water. Although he didn't know that Sima Qiu's ideas were all taken by Wang Xian, but without Wang Xian taking the responsibility alone, Wei Zhixian dared not brazenly search He Chang's house, so he always felt that he owed it. What's up boy.

In addition, Master Sima still had some remaining morals, and he also helped Wang Xian speak, so Wei Zhixian agreed to give him the vacated pawn seat of Xu Shan.But obviously at this moment, Wei Zhixian changed his mind. He sighed and said: "I thought about it, this is not right, there are so many people waiting for the superior. The surname Diao came to make a fuss, not for his brother-in-law. Fighting for this pawn? If I give him this seat directly, it will be too resentful. Let's take it step by step..."

In fact, how could Sima Qiu not know these truths?However, the positions of officials are quite stable, and some people can even work in one position for a lifetime.If you miss this opportunity, who knows you will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey?The most fearful thing in the officialdom is to owe favors. If you don't pay it off quickly, you will be able to pay yourself to death with the interest alone.

"If he is really capable, he won't have to wait long." Seeing what he had to say, Wei Zhixian said in a low voice: "This official is also at the time of employing people!"

"Oh, well..." Sima Qiu said gloomily, thinking, when can we throw away the last morals?
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Back in the official room, Wang Ziyao told Wang Xingye vividly what happened just now.Hearing this, Father Wang was taken aback for a while, wondering if this is still my son?Can write, settle accounts, and compose poetry?Don't you just sit there and get wet?
"My boy copied it." Wang Xian said honestly, "Where did I read it before, but I can't remember where."

"Nonsense." But they couldn't fool Wang Ziyao and Wang Xingye, the two old foxes, they didn't believe it at all: "The elder is a Jinshi, and the third master is a juren, so the two people who studied at the university have never heard of poems, you But you know? Who are you lying to?"

"Hehe, this kid is not bad, and he knows how to be clumsy. I was just going to tell you about you. Don't be arrogant in the future, or you will run into trouble." Wang Ziyao put on a posture of an elder and said: "I just asked, Mr. Diao The reason why the book makes it difficult for you is because you have humiliated his daughter before, what kind of 'slut is hypocrisy' you can think of."

Wang Xian admitted his mistake and said: "My nephew is not sensible and caused trouble for uncle."

"What is this?" Wang Ziyao waved his hand and said: "The iron-clad yamen is a running official. This yamen belongs to us disciples of King Cang and the grandson of Prince Xiao. His surname is Diao, and he wants to make me feel uncomfortable, even if he doesn't want to give me face!"

Wang Xian was dumbfounded by this domineering and sloppy words, just now he saw how respectful Wang Ziyao was in front of Master Diao.But looking at his father's expression of approval, he is obviously not talking big...

"Forget it, don't worry about today's matter." At this time, the white servant of the official house came in, holding a folded white shirt, soap towels, shoes and socks on the shirt.

Seeing this, Wang Ziyao stood up, took the clothes and handed them to Wang Xiandao: "With me here, who can bully you?"

"I still don't thank you uncle." Wang Xingye said happily: "In the future, I will learn from your uncle. If I can have his three successes, I will not worry about it in the future."

"Hey, Xiao Er will definitely be stronger than me in the future," Wang Ziyao shook his head and said, "As elders, we just help him walk a little bit."

Wang Xingye thanked Wang Ziyao again, and then led Wang Xian out of the yamen.Leaving the county government office, Wang Xian finally couldn't help but said: "Father, you and Uncle Wang have such a good friendship."

"Bah." Wang Xingye spat: "I gave him half of the Lin family's bag of money, otherwise he would be so enthusiastic?" He said bitterly: "It took money to make you take such a risk to pass, his that I'm sorry, I just said a few nice words."

"I don't blame him, I offended Mr. Diao." Wang Xian said depressedly: "At first, I thought it would be a waste of time, so I wrote on his painting. Who knew the turn of events, the county magistrate actually explained it to me. Wai." He said with a sigh and said, "In the future, Master Diao will have to give me small shoes to wear."

"That's for sure, but it's nothing." Wang Xingye said nonchalantly, "If he dares to treat you too much, I will try to deal with him."

Wang Xian couldn't help admiring Wang Ziyao, but Wang Ziyao didn't care, his father was white, and he dared to say that the third-in-command in the county is really domineering... I don't know if he is bragging.

When I got home, I saw that the house was full of people, and the neighbors in the neighborhood were drinking tea and chatting, waiting for his news.

Seeing the father and son came back, Wang Xian was still holding a white shirt and black scarf in his hands, the neighbors all laughed happily, and praised Father Wang for his great skills... In their opinion, Wang Xian, a little bastard, is capable of imitating others. It's all thanks to Father Wang that the dog-like person has become an official family member.

Wang Xingye was uncharacteristically bragging about his son's ability to write and compose poems, trying to prove that his son passed the exam on his own ability, which made the neighbors stunned.

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(End of this chapter)