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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. The back government office is where the county magistrate lives and works, and the core is the signing room.
In the magistrate's room, Chief Diao was furious and said, "Sir, this is Huang Gongwang's genuine product, and it was ruined by this kid! What kind of crime should this be?"
"It was the Master who asked the villain to write the inscription for him. Otherwise, even if I borrowed a hundred courage from the villain, I wouldn't dare to write anything..." Wang Xian muttered pitifully over and over again. But he felt extremely resentful in his heart. Anyway,
With his words in hand, what can the old man do? As for scribes and the like, he has no hope anymore. He just wants to support himself and support his mother. Is it possible that all those outside the yamen will starve to death?
In that room, Master Diao's saliva sprayed all over Wei Zhixian's face. He had to turn his face to look at the stained painting. He saw that it was indeed a bad calligraphy. A child who had been practicing in a private school for several years
, are all better than what he wrote. What a waste of a famous painting.
Master Sima also came up and read Wang Xian's words while holding back his vomiting. Then he ignored Master Diao, raised his hands and praised: "What a poem! What a poem!" He read out loud:
"Stand firmly on the green hills and never let go; your roots are still in the broken rocks.
Even though you have endured countless blows, you are still strong, no matter how strong the wind is from east to west, north or south!"
"Oh?" Wei Zhixian was shocked when he heard the words. He quickly read the words again, and it turned out to be a seven-character quatrain. Although the poem was simple and straightforward, the lines were filled with the kind of high-spirited and arrogant person who would never bow down in the face of adversity.
The momentum still made Wei Zhixian tremble with excitement.
Isn't this a true portrayal of Wei Yuan? Wei Zhixian said narcissistically with excitement. He took office with great ambitions, determined to serve the country and the people, and benefit the country. Who knew that the local forces were so intertwined that he, the county magistrate, was not at all considered
In his eyes, every time he implements national policies and good deeds, there are officials and gentry who are against him at every turn. This makes him hit the wall and feel depressed. Now reading this poem, it feels like there are thousands of people cheering for him, encouraging him, and making him feel depressed.
The blood is surging and the spirit is lifted!
Reading this poem over and over, Wei Zhixian couldn't help but burst into tears. It's such a good poem, but it's hard to find a true friend. It suddenly dawned on me!
Seeing that the magistrate was acting nerdy 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 the astonished Master Diao, "Sorry, I lost my temper. Brother Ren'an, I like this painting very much. Didn't you always want my painting?"
What is Xishanyu’s intention? Let’s exchange.”
"Sir..." Mr. Diao's face turned pale. He looked at the foul calligraphy and refused to take a look. Who knew it turned out to be an excellent poem. What's more troublesome is that it seems to have touched Wei Zhixian's passion.
... He had planned to completely cut off Sima Qiu's thoughts, but unexpectedly there was such a magical turn of events, leaving him speechless.
"If you don't object, you agree." Wei Zhixian said happily: "Mr. Sima, please replace the painting quickly."
Sima Qiu took off the "Intention of Rain in Mountains and Streams" hanging on the wall and hung up the "Huangshan Welcoming Pine".
Weizhixian looked at the painting with satisfaction. He even felt that the words were not ugly, but clumsy. Look at the strong momentum of each stroke penetrating the back of the paper!
At this time, no one would know that this painting would fetch a sky-high price of 1.6 billion yuan at an auction six hundred years later... For this reason, the descendants of the Diao family were in a legal battle with the descendants of the Wei family to compete for this painting.
The ownership of the painting, of course, is a matter for later.
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When the news subsides, Magistrate Wei should take care of business.
He asked Wang Xian to exit and had a heart-to-heart talk with Director Diao: "Brother Ren'an, he is just a clerk, why bother him so much."
"Your Excellency, you don't know. This person has a bad reputation and has evil intentions. Once he enters the Yamen, he will definitely bring disaster." Director Diao said in a dull voice: "Because he was introduced by Wang Ziyuan, I can't speak politely.
, that’s why we took this drastic step.”
"Being infamous is just a rumor, and having an evil intention is also a fallacy." Wei Zhixian said disapprovingly: "Without a sense of pride and righteousness, one cannot write such a good poem."
"Sir..." Chief Diao had no choice but to change his perspective and said: "The problem is that we are official officials, not scholars. He is good at poetry, but this word is really unsightly..."
"If you are not good at calligraphy, you can practice it. What is rare is that he is good at arithmetic, which is what the county urgently needs." However, Wei Zhixian made up his mind and said: "Let's hire him!"
"Yes..." The official Zhengyin spoke, and Master Diao could no longer insist. The two exchanged a few words, but neither of them mentioned the position of the clerk. The conversation was boring, so Master Diao left and went back to the office.
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"Dong Weng," Sima Qiu couldn't help but said as soon as Diao left, "Why don't you simply appoint Wang Xiaozi as the magistrate, so as to return his favor?"
It turns out that Weizhi County received a commendation from the imperial court for redressing an unjust prison sentence. Although he had just arrived and was unlikely to be promoted immediately, with this honor, even if he wears the hat of a "capable official", do he still need to worry about his future?
Wei Zhixian is a scholar who believes in Confucius and Mencius. He drinks water and thinks about his origins. Although he didn't know that Sima Qiu's ideas were based on Wang Xian, but without Wang Xian taking sole responsibility, Wei Zhixian would not dare to brazenly search He Chang's house, so he always felt that he owed this
What do you want, kid?
In addition, Master Sima still had some integrity left, and he also helped Wang Xian speak up, so Wei Zhixian agreed to give him the pianist seat vacated by Xu Shan. But obviously at this time, Wei Zhixian changed his mind. He sighed and said
: "I've thought about it, this is inappropriate, there are so many people waiting for the position. Isn't Diao making this fight just to give his brother-in-law the office of pianist? If I gave him the position directly, it would be too much.
It’s embarrassing. Let’s do it step by step..."
In fact, how could Sima Qiu not know these truths? However, the position of an official is quite stable, and some people can even work in one position for a lifetime. If you miss this opportunity, who knows that you will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Month of the Horse? The most feared thing in the officialdom is owing favors. If you don't hurry up,
If you pay it off, the interest alone will kill you.
"If he is really capable, he won't have to wait long." Seeing what he wanted to say, Wei Zhixian whispered: "This is the right time for me to hire someone!"
"Oh, okay..." Sima Qiu said gloomily, wondering in his heart, when can he throw away the last bit of his moral integrity?
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Returning to the official's room, Wang Ziyuan told Wang Xingye vividly what happened just now. Hearing this, Mr. Wang was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, is this still my son? He can write, settle accounts, and compose poems? Where can I sit?
How wet is it?
"My child was copied from it." Wang Xian said honestly: "I saw it somewhere before, but I can't remember where it came from."
"Nonsense." But they couldn't deceive two old foxes, Wang Ziyao and Wang Xingye. They didn't believe it at all: "The eldest master is a Jinshi, and the third master is a Juren. So you, two of them who are university students, have never heard of a poem.
But you know? Who are you lying to?"
"Haha, this kid is not bad, and he also knows how to hide his clumsiness. I was just about to tell you, don't rely on your talent and be arrogant in the future, otherwise you will run into trouble." Wang Ziyuan put on the posture of an elder and said: "I just asked clearly, Diao Zhu
The reason why the book is giving you a hard time is because you have humiliated his daughter before, so you can imagine the saying 'a bitch is just hypocritical'."
Wang Xian admitted his mistake and said: "My nephew is not sensible and has caused trouble for my uncle."
"What's this?" Wang Ziyuan waved his hand and said: "The official of the iron-clad yamen, this yamen belongs to us Cang Wang followers, the grandson of Prince Xiao, and his surname is Diao. He wants to make himself uncomfortable, even if he doesn't give me face!"
Wang Xian was dumbfounded by these domineering words. Just now he saw how respectful the prince was in front of Master Diao. But seeing his father's expression of deep understanding, he was obviously not talking nonsense...
"Forget it, don't worry about this today." At this time, the white servant from the office came in, holding a folded white shirt with a soap towel and shoes and socks on it.
Upon seeing this, Wang Ziyuan stood up, took the clothes and handed them to Wang Xianda with his own hands: "With me here, who can bully you?"
"Thank you uncle." Wang Xingye said happily: "I will learn from your uncle in the future. If I can have his three successful powers, I won't have to worry about it in the future."
"Well, the waiter will definitely be better than me in the future," Wang Ziyuan shook his head and said, "We, the elders, can only help him along."
Wang Xingye thanked Wang Ziyao again before leading Wang Xian out of the yamen. After leaving the county yamen, Wang Xian finally couldn't help but said: "Dad, you and Uncle Wang have a really good relationship."
"Bah." Wang Xingye spat: "I gave him half of the Lin family's bag of money, otherwise he could be so enthusiastic?" He said bitterly: "I spent money to make it so thrilling for you to pass, he is so
I was embarrassed, so I said a few nice words."
"I don't blame him, it's me who offended Master Diao." Wang Xian said depressedly: "I originally thought that it would be all over now, so I wrote on his paintings. Who knew that there would be a twist, and the county magistrate actually solved it for me?
"Wei." He sighed and said, "Master Diao will not be able to give me small shoes to wear in the future."
"That's for sure, but it doesn't matter." Wang Xingye said nonchalantly: "If he dares to go too far with you, I will try to deal with him."
Wang Xian couldn't help but admire Wan Zang, but Wang Ziyao couldn't help it. He was a white man, and he dared to say that he was going to take down the county's third-in-command. He was really domineering... I don't know if he was bragging.
When he got home, he saw that the house was full of people, and the neighbors were eating tea and lagua, waiting for news about him.
Seeing the father and son coming back, with Wang Xian still holding a white shirt and black scarf in his hands, the neighbors laughed happily and praised Father Wang for his great ability... In their opinion, Wang Xian, a little bastard, was a capable model.
It is naturally all the credit of Father Wang that he became an official like a dog.
Wang Xingye, however, was uncharacteristically bragging about how good his son was at writing, arithmetic, and poetry, and tried his best to prove that his son had passed the exam on his own merit, which made the neighbors stunned.