Although the Yan Di family is a family friend, Yan Wei's relationship seems not very friendly. Yan Wei could not stand Di Qing'er's teasing and mocking, so he said goodbye to Di Renjie immediately.

He was muttering all the way, what would it be if the famous general of the Song Dynasty knew that he and Di Renjie's granddaughter used the same name.

The weather was very hot. When Yan Wei walked back to Zhang Shanfang, his back was soaked in sweat. As soon as he entered the door, Old Feng shouted, "Young Master Yan is back so soon!"

"Here I'm back!"

Old Feng looked up and down at Yan Wei and smiled, "Congratulations! Congratulations! There are not many people who can survive from those people, and the young master was not injured. It seems that the money was not given in vain."

Yan Wei said: "What's the money?"

"Not long after the young master was arrested, a servant came to his house with his letter to ask for money. Zhang Buer and Li Qiao had to use the money to redeem the people. They rented several carriages and loaded the money for a whole morning. It was less than a cup of tea when they went out..."

"What! Dahe, you are quick to get them back quickly. The main reason is that you must bring back the money. Go quickly. If the matter is done, I will give you a hundred coins!"

Dahe didn't even look at the door, and threw down the stick in his hand and ran away. Old Feng looked at Dahe's back enviously, only regretting that he had no good legs and feet in his old age.

"Young Master Yan's money is important, but life is the most important thing. They can catch you twice if they can catch you. Don't annoy them because of what they are."

Yan Wei waved his hand and said, "Fang Zheng misunderstood. If I can come out safely, I will be forgiven by the saints, not because the group of people got the money and let me out."

"The saint forgives? The young master has seen the saint!"

"See!"|

Old Feng patted his thighs and slapped, "The villain has long said that the young master's appearance and skills must be today. Come quickly, Mr. Yan is not only coming back without any damage, but also getting the mercy of the saint!"

"Old Feng, don't talk nonsense! The saint pardoned me because Guo Guo pleaded for me."

Old Feng ignored it and continued to shout: "Young Master Yan not only got the mercy of the saint, but also had a close relationship with the Duke Di. Our Zhangshanfang is about to have a big shot!"

Zhang Buer rushed into the gate with a sweat. He was excited when he heard Lao Feng's shout. He knelt on the ground with a thud and shouted to the sky: "God opens his eyes, our Yan family is about to reappear in the past glory."

The neighbors entering and leaving the gate and the vendors nearby came to congratulate him one after another. Even Yan Wei was covered in his mouth and couldn't tell the difference.

"Where is Zhangshanfang's house?"

A civil servant suddenly arrived in front of the gate with a servant. Old Feng hurriedly stepped forward to agree, "The villain is the official of Zhang Shanfang. I wonder what this Shangguan has to give?"

"Do you have someone named Yan Wei here?"

"Come on, this young man is this!" Old Feng pointed his hand and immediately pushed Yan Wei over, "Are you two here to give me a reward?"

"That's right! Why do you care so much? Could it be that he is your son?"

"Shangguan was joking. How could the villain have such a blessing? We live with Mr. Yan in the same yard. He will have a day to stand out. We will be honored. You two want to come to the yard and wait for Mr. Yan to bathe and burn incense before receiving the reward."

The civil servant sneered, "It's just a dispatch order (a letter of appointment) issued by the Ministry of Personnel, so why not bathe and burn incense!" He said, and stuffed a roll of paper into Yan Wei's arms, "I remember going to Lintai (Secretary Supervisor) to meet Yan Lantai tomorrow."

The officer stuffed a cloth bag into Yan Wei's arms, "This is your official uniform." But he didn't take it back.

Old Feng immediately pulled off the wallet around his waist and sent it over, "The villain asked Mr. Yan, "Didn't he go to the Crane Control Supervisor when he serves the saint? Why did he change to Lintai?"

"Crane Control Supervisor?" The civil servant looked at Yan Wei, "I just didn't know about this. This young man looked handsome. Maybe it was unknown when he entered the Crane Control Supervisor. I said goodbye."

Zhang Buer rushed to the civil servant, "What official position did my son have? What rank is he? You should explain it clearly."

The civil servant said impatiently: "The order written on the mission is very clear, 'Yan Weiren's history museum picking up history', Guanju..." He stretched out a finger, and just as everyone was gasping, his finger suddenly turned a bend, "Guju is the ninth rank!"

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As an unprecedented female emperor, Wu Zetian's dynasty naturally had to be unique. Since the political system is not easy to move lightly, I can only make a fuss about the name.

With a big stroke, she changed the title of the Secretariat to Fengge, the Menxia Province to Luantai, the Secretariat to Wenchangtai, and the Secretary-General to Lintai. The official names of the Six Ministers were also changed to Heaven, Earth, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter; there are many other such things.

In addition, she also set up many new official positions such as filling the gap and picking up the remains, but there is no official position called "picking history".

Zhang Buer pounded the table indignation, "The saint is too much. He doesn't let Alang enter the Crane Control Supervisor and asks him to pick up shit. I don't care about giving a first-rate job like this, let alone a ninth-rank. It's better if we don't take this official position as a ninth-rank official...Oh!"

"You know what's the matter!" Yuchi Ming slapped Zhang Buer on the back of the head. He pointed to Pailing Ling and said, "It's very clear that the above is, 'Yan Weiren's history museum picks up history'. It's obvious that this is a historian. Historians are not a slaughter. Although their rank is not high, they are very noble. Only a very knowledgeable person can become a historian."

Zhang Buer rubbed the back of his head with a bitter face and said, "But my Lang doesn't have much knowledge!"

Li Qiao asked: "Young Master Yuchi, is the historian just a record of the saint eating, drinking, defecating, and sleeping?"

Yuchi Ming nodded and said, "Absolutely, that's called Qijulang... Hey, although Brother Yan is a little less knowledgeable, he can paint. The saint asked you to draw her food, drink, defecation, and sleep."

Yan Wei, who hadn't spoken much from beginning to end, nodded seriously, "I'm afraid you're talking."

Yan Wei was not happy with Wu Zetian's appointment. He didn't want to enter the game early. When he saw Wu Zetian playing with the old fry like Di Renjie, he was even more repulsive but could not refuse. Who told him to offend Lai Junchen?

Yan Wei felt that "picking history" was very likely to be the amulet that Wu Zetian gave him. As for whether Wu Zetian had any other intentions, he knew nothing about it. The next day, Yan Wei got up early, washed up, finished breakfast, put on his soft-legged head and changed into a green official robe and prepared to go out.

Zhang Buer had already driven the carriage and waited outside. When he saw Yan Wei coming out and laughed, "Alang's official etiquette is better than the old master. It is a material for being a natural official."

"The shitty official etiquette, the official who is big in sesame and mung beans has to pretend to be a grandson when he enters any yamen."

Yan Wei got on the carriage, Zhang Buer and Li Qiao got on the shaft, and heard a whip and the carriage slowly drove away from the door.

Zhang Buer raised his horse whip and greeted the neighbors from time to time, "My son is going to the yamen!" If he had not received a warm response, he would have said it loudly.

He was obviously disliked Yan Wei for his young official yesterday, but today he was so proud that Yan Wei was so embarrassed for him in the carriage.

"Dahe, my Alang is going to the yamen!"

"I understand, remember to tell Yan Jianshi. I promised me a hundred stale money yesterday, and I will give it to me as soon as possible!"

The carriage left Zhangshanfang and slowly walked west along the streets and alleys. After walking for several miles, he turned around and got on Dingding Street. The carriage was getting faster and faster. Yan Wei lifted the curtain and was about to look out.

Suddenly, Zhang Buer shouted in a long voice, "Wow—"
Chapter completed!