Reborn in the last years of Kangxi

Chapter 582
In the Eight Banners family, the male 24th can work as a servant.According to Kangxi's early regulations, the banner men who worked in the capital had the lowest salary in the infantry yamen, with a monthly salary of one tael or five, and a yearly grant of twelve shi. [-] stone.

Han Chuang studied hard for ten years and became famous all over the world in one fell swoop, but at most he was a number one scholar.

Edited by Qipin Hanlin Academy, with an annual salary of 45 taels of silver.

Although it was said that in the first year of Shunzhi, the rules were set and followed the clear rules to provide salary and firewood to Beijing officials, but later the firewood and silver of Han officials were cut.

The casual sound of the Beijing flag soldiers can be compared to the Hanlin of the seventh rank. No wonder the children of the banner people are willing to take the imperial examination.

Ling, a senior governor, a second-rank official, with an annual salary of 150 and five taels.

Since Zhang Boxing was impeached and escorted to Beijing to be punished, Yunnan governor Wu Cunli was transferred to Jiangsu governor, and it has only been a few months.

There have long been rumors that Wu Cunli accepted bribes arbitrarily after he took office.

On the court side, there was no movement.

Not only did the officials not impeach, Kangxi even praised him, calling him "true Manchuria".

The reason is that Wu Cunli mentioned in his notes to Kangxi that the reason he accepted the old customs was because he was used to the old customs.In addition, he also listed the expenditure of tens of thousands of taels in detail, among which, despite the support of his family, it was only tens of thousands of taels.

Isn't this corruption and bribery?
And the amount is more than a hundred times the original salary, even if Jiangnan is rich and there is no exploitation, the money is not blown by a strong wind.

An upright official like Zhang Boxing was reprimanded, and a corrupt official like Wu Cunli was praised. The answer is obvious how this new official will choose.

Ma Jun, six years later, can't help but sigh when he mentions these things.

The reunion of old friends was originally a happy event, but Cao Yong's heart couldn't help but feel a little heavy when he heard Ma Jun mentioning this.

Among other things, the future Yongzheng Lord can't see these things the most.People like Wu Cunli, although they are beautiful now, may end up copying their homes in the future.

"Tian Cheng, it's fine if you don't get involved in these things, so you don't have to be in the limelight and take on the responsibility." Cao Yong pondered for a while, and said.

Ma Jun waved his hands with a smile, and said, "Don't worry, Furuo, I'll save it. Speaking of which, people like us don't expect to be officials to scrape land. It's just that after all, being an official in a local area, it's not good to be independent. It’s just light and dust. If there is one day, the court will be held accountable, and there will be a big man above. Otherwise, if I really want to track down my rank, then the court and the public will be wiped out.”

What Ma Jun said was true, in the government and the public, the big officials are really greedy, the small officials are small greedy, and there are very few people who are not greedy.

The food and salaries of the Eight Banners accounted for a large part of the expenditure of the Ministry of Households; the corruption of officials also greatly reduced the income of the imperial court.The whole country is depressed.

Thinking of this, Cao Yong was also speechless. After a long while, he said to Ma Jun: "It's good that Tian Cheng understands in his heart, is there any news, which department will he be working in this time?"

"What else can there be, it's nothing more than the heads of the various ministries, and he's a Yuanwailang. But it's okay, after all, it's by his parents' side, and it's cheap to worship." Ma Jun said: "Speaking of it, after all, I envy Fu Ruo, The young man showed his position. Shanyu and I are already far behind you."

When Cao Yong heard the words, he only had to smile wryly.

Kangxi hadn't given the order to hand over the above items to the imperial court, so he didn't want to act rashly.Now, even though he has worked in the Yamen of the House of Internal Affairs, he is only familiar with the rules and regulations of the House of Internal Affairs with Brother Sixteen and Brother Seventeen.

I have known for a long time that the Ministry of Internal Affairs is a fat government office, but I never thought that it would be so fat.

All kinds of things really opened Cao Yong's horizons.

Even if he is jealous, he can't wait to gather all the money together and make up the 1000 taels, but it's just a matter of thinking about it. There are so many complicated things involved, and there are so many interests involved, who will be moved in vain?
Because Ma Jun returned to the capital for the first time, he also had to visit his early tutors, house teachers, and some old relatives, etc., so it was not easy to stay for a long time.The two chatted for a while, and made an appointment in a few days to pick him up. After visiting the Earl of Yongwu's mansion and Ning Chun's house together, Ma Jun got up and said goodbye.

Cao Yong sent it to the gate in person, and watched Ma Jun ride away, feeling quite sad in his heart.

Ma Jun is older than him, and he is nearly [-] years old.

These few good friends who met when they were young, Ma Jun from Wen, Yong Qing from martial arts, can be regarded as the fulfillment of childhood wishes.If Ning Chun was still alive, he would be most interested in the economy based on his temperament.In that way, he can get involved with himself.

Thinking of Ming An, Cao Yong thought of a person, that is Ming An, the former left deputy governor of the Procuratorate, who was transferred to the right servant of the Ministry of Punishment a few days ago.

This Ming An worked in the Ministry of Industry in his early years and was Ning Chun's boss.

Cao Yong stood at the gate for a long time, the twilight gradually appeared, and the night wind suddenly picked up, which only made people feel cold.

He turned around, and not far away, Mr. Zhuang was standing there with his hands behind his back, looking at him with squinted eyes.

"Sir?" Cao Yong took two steps forward, seeing that Mr. Zhuang was only wearing half-cotton clothes, he couldn't help frowning, and said: "Seeing that it's the twelfth lunar month, Mr. is most afraid of the cold, why are you still wearing such thin clothes?"

"Hehe, nothing happened. I just drank a few sips of wine and walked around the yard. It's not too cold." Mr. Zhuang said with a smile.

Cao Yong remembered that he suffered from typhoid fever after drinking a few days ago, so he took two steps forward, took Mr. Zhuang's arm, and said: "Mr. still come into the room with me to talk, the sun is gone, and it's cold outside."

Mr. Zhuang was a little drunk, and Cao Yong helped him into the study.

After all, he was getting old, and as soon as he entered the room, Mr. Zhuang sneezed.

When Cao Yong saw it, he didn't dare to ignore it, so he hurriedly called the boy to pass the message to the second door and boil some ginger soup; he also asked him to go to the banyan courtyard later to fetch Mr. Zhuang's big wool clothes.

Mr. Zhuang wiped his nose with a handkerchief, smiled and said to Cao Yong: "Look at you, this is big, I haven't seen anything else, Tao is more and more mother-in-law."

Cao Yong saw that his forehead was full of wrinkles, and he didn't know when he had a few age spots the size of a thumb, and he felt sore and unbearable.

Time urges people to grow old, and no one can accompany anyone to the end of life.

But he is used to relying on the person in front of him in his heart. Although he is not related by blood, he is still loved like a father.

In this world, there is always a loneliness hidden in his heart, and there are only a few people who can make him feel warm.

Whether it is my husband or my father, they are all getting old.

Someday, they will all...

Although life, old age, sickness and death are the principle of the cycle of all things in the world, Cao Yong still has a heart of fear in his heart.

He poured half a cup of warm tea, put it in the hands of Mr. Zhuang, and murmured: "Sir, you must live a long life."

"Huh?" Mr. Zhuang was thinking about something, and he didn't hear clearly in a trance.

Cao Yong turned sideways, stood behind Mr. Zhuang, stretched out his hand to help him rub his shoulders, and all he could see was gray hair.Because the hair is sparse, the braids are very thin, which looks quite funny.

But Cao Yong couldn't laugh. As early as winter, he looked at Mr. Zhuang as something wrong.

I also invited the imperial physician to see Mr. Zhuang, but it sounds bad.

In the early years, he was exhausted, and his body was injured due to alcoholism in his middle age. If Cao Yong hadn't watched him for a few years and gave him tonic and breath adjustment, he might not be able to hold on now.

"Sir, the peach blossom wine made by Mr. He in the early years has been cellared for many years, and it must be unsealed. Do you want to try it, sir?" Cao Yong looked at Mr. Zhuang's pigtails, pondered for a while, and said.

"Peach Blossom Wine?" Mr. Zhuang listened, and his words were full of yearning: "Speaking of which, I hear you talking about peach blossoms and hot springs every year, but these years, the big guys are either not in the capital, or they are not interested. been there."

When Cao Yong heard the words, he felt very guilty, and said: "It's all my negligence, day after day, year after year, and I haven't let my husband worry about it."

Hearing this, Mr. Zhuang turned around, looked at Cao Yong with a strange look on his face, and asked, "Why is Fu Ruo so sad, but seeing an old friend, reminding me of the past?"

Cao Yong pulled up a chair, sat down in front of Mr. Zhuang, and said, "Sir, is the imperial court really short of money? In three years, the magistrate received a hundred thousand snowflakes of silver, all of which went into their pockets. The inner treasury is really short of money. Needless to say, Rehe Palace, the gardens of several princes were also funded and built by the inner government. Rehe in summer, Tangquan in winter, and Xishan in spring and autumn, this garden is built every year, and there is never a moment of leisure."

After hearing Cao Yong's words, Mr. Zhuang's face gradually became dark.

He stared at Cao Yong for a while, and Fang asked, "Fu Ruo, are you confused?"

Cao Yong looked at Mr. Zhuang, shook his head, and said with a smile: "There is nothing to be confused about. It's just that I'm used to being lazy. I'm not used to being so diligent. I could deceive myself and others, saying that I was working hard for the country and the people. Some money was used to fill the treasury and raise funds for the war in the Northwest. Now it seems that it is nothing more than flattering the king to preserve wealth, no different from a jester."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Mr. Zhuang was drinking water, and he couldn't help coughing after hearing what Cao Yong said.

Seeing this, Cao Yong stopped talking, stretched out his arm, leaned over, and patted Mr. Zhuang on the back.

"If you are a jester, then what has become of the civil and military affairs of the court? Are we old guys clowns?" Mr. Zhuang said after coughing, straightened his face, and glared at Cao Yong.

Cao Yong didn't want to argue with him, so he changed the subject and said, "Did you come out for a stroll, sir, or do you have something to say to me?"

Mr. Zhuang stroked his beard and pondered for a moment: "I've thought about it for the past few days, and I've also discussed it with you. Jiang Jian is a talent. Since I met him, it's a pity to let him go. It's not only about your future, but also about your future. In the future, there will be many people who will be needed around me, so gather them if you can."

Cao Yong listened, with some doubts.Although Mr. Zhuang praised Jiang Jian before, he still criticized him a lot, but now he has changed his mind for some reason.

Mr. Zhuang showed a bit of kindness on his face, and said: "When you meet a talent, you can use it where it should be used, and it is also the ability of the superior. Fu Ruo, this person should be used, you can trust me!"

For the sake of what he said, Cao Yong couldn't refute any more, so he nodded.

The boy came over with the big woolen clothes, Cao Yong sent Mr. Zhuang to the banyan courtyard, and returned to the inner courtyard himself.

As soon as he entered the second door, he saw Wu En waiting here, it was Zijing who asked Cao Yong to talk...

(End of this chapter)