Unexpectedly, Liu Songpo did not show much enthusiasm for the visit of his old friend Yuan Feng. Instead, he was extremely cold. After a brief greeting, he said: "It's getting late and it's still snowing. Please come back some other time, brother."
I’ll go visit you at home again.”
It's embarrassing. This is like an eviction order. Liu Songpo's indifference is a bit unreasonable. I remember that Yuan Feng was a catcher in his county government. The two parties cooperated happily, investigating smuggling, establishing team training, and the economic and security situation of Luyang County was greatly improved.
Things got better, and Yuan Feng once again saved the Liu family. He shouldn't be so cold both emotionally and rationally.
Liu Ying'er murmured and wanted to speak, but seeing her father's unimpressed face, she didn't dare to speak. Yuan Feng found it boring and had to leave.
After coming out of Liu's house, it was snowing heavily and it was getting dark. Through the street lights, snowflakes were falling in droves. The two of them walked in silence. Ye Kai suddenly asked: "Why is he doing this?"
"Master Liu is a wise man, there must be a reason for this."
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"Dad, why did you drive them away?" Liu Ying'er asked with a pout.
Liu Songpo said solemnly: "Don't you usually think you are smart? Why can't you understand this matter?"
"My daughter just can't understand."
"If you don't understand, just keep thinking. Don't eat tonight. Copy Volume 61 of "Zi Zhi Tong Jian" three times." Liu Songpo left after saying this.
At this time, an excited shout came from the gate: "I'm back." It turned out that Liu Jingyun had returned home. Mr. Liu smelled of alcohol, his face was red, he was wearing a brand-new robe, and brand-new official boots under his feet.
He shouted: "The head of the Ministry of Civil Affairs has passed the exam and is in the sixth grade! Hahaha."
Liu Jingyun had been idle for many years and was depressed. Today he finally got what he wanted. He joined the Ministry of Personnel and became an official. Even though he was just a sixth-grade official, it was a fat vacancy in the Ministry of Personnel. From now on, he would no longer have to trade his wife's trappings for wine.
Now, he no longer has to suffer the glares from those people. How could this not make Liu Jingyun happy, so after coming out of the staff department, he went to have a drink with his friends first.
"You bastard, kneel down!" Liu Songpo yelled, which frightened Liu Jingyun out of his drunkenness. He subconsciously knelt on the snow in the yard.
The lights were turned on in the hall, and dinner was set. The master, his wife, and his wife sat down to eat. One of the children was copying books in the study, and the other was kneeling in the courtyard to reflect. The whole family did not dare to persuade the master, and the dinner was just like this in a kind of inexplicable panic.
Finished eating in a warm atmosphere.
After the meal, the family served tea. Liu Songpo drank the tea slowly, not looking at his son kneeling in the yard. The snowflakes on Liu Jingyun's shoulders had already accumulated, and his eyebrows and beard were white, but he still knelt and did not dare to move.
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The daughter-in-law felt sorry for her husband, but she did not dare to persuade her father-in-law, so she had to turn to her mother-in-law for help. The wife knew the father's temper, so she did not persuade her husband before the meal. Now that the anger was gone and the punishment was over, the wife spoke:
"Master, Jingyun drank wine, the ground was cold, and he got sick due to the cold. How do you explain it to his biological father?"
This Liu Jingyun was not Liu Songpo's biological son, but the son of an old housekeeper of the Liu family. The old housekeeper was kind to the Liu family, so Liu Songpo adopted the son as his own and regarded him as his own. Unfortunately, this son did not like to study, and his martial arts training was so-so.
I finally got a merit in the martial arts examination, but I have never been an official. Today, I suddenly got a job in the civil service department. How could I not be overjoyed.
The lady's words were very effective. Liu Songpo put down his tea cup and said with a stern face: "Let this evil beast get up."
Liu Jingyun's legs were numb and there was a patch on his knees. He didn't dare to rub his legs. He went to the hall and continued to kneel down and listen to his father's scolding.
"Go to the official department today?"
"yes."
"The Ministry of Civil Affairs gave you the position of head of the Department of Civil Service Examination?"
"yes."
"You can't take this position."
Liu Jingyun raised his head sharply, the sun was beating loudly. He was shocked, surprised, and disappointed, and he blurted out the question "Why", but when he saw his father's determined expression, he still held it back.
Liu Songpo knew his son's mood. Jingyun was no better than Ying'er. He had no clue in his mind. It would be better to tell him everything. At this time, his wife and daughter-in-law had already started to clear the table. There were no outsiders in the hall. Liu Songpo sighed and said: "Why?
Father, don’t you know what you are thinking, but this official position is really difficult to do, and you don’t want to think about why no one took care of you in the first few years, but now.”
No matter how stupid Liu Jingyun is, he has been in the capital for many years and understands some principles. He said cautiously: "Does it mean that daddy is coming back?"
Liu Songpo nodded: "The Holy Spirit has this intention. My father has been honest all his life, has a clean sleeve, and is unwilling to accept favors from anyone. Do you know why?"
Liu Jingyun nodded confusedly, then shook his head.
"Everyone in the market knows that if someone is soft-spoken and weak-handed, the head of the civil service department will be fat. You should know the market for this official position, right?"
"Well, this son knows that he can't get it without a hundred thousand taels of silver."
"That's it. One hundred thousand taels of silver were handed over to you, how could I accept it?"
"But... alas." Liu Jingyun knew that everything he said was in vain. From then on, this official position and himself became parallel, and they would never intersect again.
But he is not very sad. He has lost everything and gained something. Although he cannot be the boss, the benefits brought by his father's comeback are also many. At least the guys in the Ministry of War do not dare to deal with him. They just rely on their abilities.
You can also get a small official job yourself.
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It was night, Liu Songpo stood in the courtyard with his clothes on. The capital was no better than the countryside in the northwest. The lights were bright, reflecting the sky for half the sky. The snow was still falling. A plum blossom in the yard was blooming proud of the snow. The plum blossoms were quiet and faintly fragrant, but Liu Songpo was thinking about it.
He is completely out of sight. He is about to make a comeback. He must be in the position of prime minister. Should he show off what he has learned to petition the people, or should he follow the rules and be a prime minister of peace? He is thinking and hesitating. He is old and his wife is not in good health.
With the ups and downs like before, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand the torment anymore.
The light in the wing was still on, and Liu Songpo suddenly remembered that his daughter hadn't eaten yet, and felt distressed for a while. He hurriedly went to the kitchen to get two buns, brought them to his daughter's door, and knocked gently on the door.
On Liu Ying'er's desk were dried plums, preserved apricots, sesame sugar, and beef jerky. Under the table was a miniature stove made of red clay. A pot of osmanthus wine was simmering on the charcoal fire. The little girl was squatting on a chair, chewing
I was eating beef jerky and copying a book when I heard someone knocking on the door. I quickly swept all the snacks into the drawer, kicked the small stove in, picked up the brush and said seriously: "Come in."
Liu Songpo came in with two plain steamed buns, put them on the table and said lovingly: "You must be hungry."
"Well, I'm not hungry. Daddy, sit down."
Liu Songpo sat down, sighed and said, "Ying'er, have you figured it out?"
Liu Ying'er blinked and said, "What does daddy mean... Uncle Yuan Shi is a tycoon of his generation?"
Liu Songpo nodded and said: "Yes, this person is definitely not a creature in the pond. His will and scheming are extraordinary. As long as there is a suitable opportunity, he will become a dragon. I originally thought that his ambition was only for one of the princes, but now I see
It's much more than that, maybe what this person has in mind is..."
Liu Songpo still didn't say the word "天下" in the end, but Liu Ying'er already knew it.
"Although he is a hero, he is destined to fail, so you must keep a distance from such a dangerous person. Otherwise, it will be easy to destroy your family and people, and it is possible to kill the nine tribes. Remember, remember," Liu Song said.
Needless to say, when the time was right, Liu Songpo went back to rest, leaving only Liu Ying'er in the study, holding her cheek and thinking wildly.
Those days in the northwest were boring and boring. The only person who left a deep impression on Liu Ying'er was this so-called tycoon. Yuan Feng was very famous in Luyang County.
Baozheng is also the famous Thirteen Taibao ladles, both black and white. The Li family in Lanzhou and the Yuchi family in Changan can only obey the Thirteen Taibao. The county government is not a big place, Liu Ying
The little girl ran out to play when she had nothing to do, and the reputation of Yuan Feng was deeply rooted in the little girl's heart.
Later, a group of thieves attacked the county government office. At the critical moment of life and death, Yuan Feng appeared and saved their family from the brink of death. Liu Ying'er will never forget that thrilling scene, and Yuan Feng's sharp eyes have become an indelible image in her mind.
a coordinate.
Uncle Yuan is not a tycoon, he is clearly a hero. Little girls always admire heroes, and seventeen-year-old Liu Ying'er is no exception. She held her cheek and began to think wildly. Why did her father say that Yuan Feng was bound to fail?
?Well, he doesn’t have a suitable strategist to advise him, so dad said he won’t succeed, so can I be his strategist?
Damn it, the sweet-scented osmanthus wine has gone cold.
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After returning from Liu Songpo's house, Yuan Feng also began to pay attention to collecting imperial newspapers. There are three types of imperial newspapers, palace gate copies, Ming edicts, and ministers' memorials. In the past, you had to go to the palace gate to copy them and go to the General Administration Department to get them. Now it is more convenient.
, you can buy it at the newspaper office as long as you spend money. Of course, this thing is not something you can buy if you want. You also need to have a certain official status.
Yuan Feng was the representative of the Governor of Shaanxi and Gansu in the capital, so he was certainly qualified to buy it. The next day, a large number of newspapers were piled in Yuan Feng's study. Most of them were expired. He spent a lot of money to buy them back.
I want to study the political situation of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Three days later, the report of the new residence came out. After Yuan Feng got it, he briefly read it and was shocked. The little girl's analysis was so accurate.
The content on the palace gate is that the third prince Zhang Chengtai was granted the title of Prince of Anguo County, with no fiefdom, and a palace was built in the capital.
According to the edict, Liu Songpo was promoted to the right-hand minister of the cabinet, and he was given the title of Prince Shaobao and the title of Bachelor of Hongyi Pavilion.
It's so accurate, even the title and official position are correct. This little girl is simply a born political animal. Yuan Feng sincerely sighed, I lack such a person!
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