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Although he was very interested in the young brothel's son "Little Qinhuai" coming out of the palace, in front of Sister Lin, Wang Xian still had to pretend to be a gentleman and said: "Nowadays, the world is really declining, and the brothel actually sends invitations to people.
Home is here."
"It's nothing." Lin Qing'er said calmly: "It turns out that my brother and a group of classmates often have banquets in brothels, which is considered an elegant thing."
"Uh..." Wang Xian glanced at her, wondering if Sister Lin was serious about what she said, or was she trying to deceive herself? He simply changed the subject, picked up an invitation with a plain cover and said, "Speaking of which, there is also an invitation from a scholar.
Woolen cloth."
Lin Qing'er took it and took a look, frowning and said: "This Li Yu is not a good person..." As he said this, a trace of anger flashed across his jade face.
"What's wrong?" Wang Xian asked.
"It's nothing. He is a son of an official, and he is somewhat talented. Unfortunately, his morals are corrupt." Lin Qing'er said angrily: "When my brother was imprisoned, he used it as an excuse to redress my brother's injustice and defrauded my family of a lot of money. He also wanted to
She took me as my concubine, but fortunately my mother refused to agree..."
Although Lin Qing'er was right about others, Wang Xian had a fever on his face. Li Yu's moral character was really comparable to his own.
"That's strange," Wang Xian coughed twice, brought the topic back and said, "Even if I become a pawnbroker, I won't be able to gain the respect of the officials' children and the scholars."
"Yes," Lin Qing'er nodded sincerely and said, "And they are holding a poetry meeting. How can you compose poetry?"
"Ahem..." Wang Xian was embarrassed for a while, but he thought to himself that I had also composed a song, and it is still hanging in the county magistrate's study. He almost understood why those scholars invited him, most likely out of curiosity.
See, he is a small official who can write poems.
It's a pity that a poetry copycat like Wang Xian didn't dare to participate in any poetry meeting. If someone wanted to compose a poem in rhymes, or sing a poem in harmony, wouldn't he be exposed? So he threw the invitation away and threw it away.
The matter was forgotten.
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Wang Xian had developed the habit of getting up early. Before dawn the next day, he got up to wash his face and get dressed. Today he no longer wore a white shirt. In front of him was a black gauze official scarf with two wings, and a
The neatly folded green shirt... in fact, it was clearly a blue shirt, and he still couldn't tell the difference between cyan and blue.
Putting on white socks and black boots, over the white gauze midriff, he put on a blue collared shirt, tied a black silk ribbon around his waist, and finally put on the official scarf firmly. Wang Xian shook his head gently, and put a pair behind his ears.
The black gauze wings swayed slightly, and it felt really good.
I don't know when, my mother appeared behind him, looked at it again and again, and couldn't get enough of it. In my mind, this green shirt and black gauze are the most beautiful clothes in the world, because her old man is more than ten years old when he wears it.
Year……
However, I always felt that something was missing. After thinking for a long time, I suddenly slapped my forehead and quickly returned to the main room, rummaging through the boxes and cabinets. When I came back, I tied a red letter on the silk ribbon around his waist.
Jade pendant.
The old lady took a few steps back, looked up and down, raised her hands and said with a smile: "This is just right!"
"Mom, this is too eye-catching." A gentleman wears jade. This is the privilege of scholars. Of course, rich people will also be arty.
"My son is now a minister, why can't he wear jade?" I clapped my hands and said, "This is a wedding gift between your father and I. If you bump into it or lose it, you can just come and see it."
"Then I'll give it back to you." Wang Xianxin said, I have a bomb on my waist.
"Wear it!" I said without any discussion, and then kicked him out.
Under the bright sky, Wang Xian came to the yamen gate. When the gatekeeper saw him, he no longer called him "Erlang", but changed his name to "Ling Shi" and looked more respectful. After entering the yamen, Wang Xian habitually returned In the living room, several clerks who had arrived early were chatting. When they saw him appearing at the door, they quickly stood up and greeted him respectfully.
A few days ago, he was serving tea and water to these guys, but now he has become their boss. Wang Xian was not used to it, so he laughed dryly and said: "Don't be formal, we still treat each other as brothers."
"The etiquette cannot be discarded." How could everyone take it seriously? They hurriedly refused: "By the way, why didn't Ling Shi go to the office? Why did he come to the room?"
"Oh, I almost forgot about this." Wang Xiancai remembered that he was now an official and had to attend the grand master's ascension to the hall. He bowed his hands to everyone and hurried to the second hall. Fortunately, it was not too late, otherwise he would have been late. It's going to take a beating.
I saw that there was already a lot of people in the second hall. The eight or nine people sitting were officials of various colors from the county, all wearing green robes. The twenty or thirty people standing were the officials and clerks of various houses, all wearing blue clothes. , but the differences are quite clear.
Wang Xian's first feeling was, who said ancient institutions were streamlined? You can come here to see it. Fuyang County, with a population of less than 100,000, has forty cadres at the department level and above, and there are ten times as many financial support personnel who are not on staff. , has nothing to do with having better troops and simpler administration.
However, he felt very happy when he thought that he was now a deputy section-level cadre, earning an official salary and no longer just a temporary worker.
People, at which level do you care? If you ask Wang Xian, a small deputy section chief, to care about some major national affairs, isn't that just taking carrots and worrying less?
At present, he just wants to live a good life and live a decent life to show those who look down on him. What's wrong with this?
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After retreating from the court, Wang Ziyuan called Wang Xian and said with a smile: "My dear nephew, we have to do some routine work. Come with me to the official's room."
"As ordered." Wang Xian respectfully agreed, and went to the official's room with Wang Ziyao, filled out the three-generation relationship, and responded to the paperwork, which was to be sent to the official department for filing. From now on, he will have his own office in the official department. Personnel files have officially become... the lowest member of the official class.
The person who helped him fill out the confession was none other than Liu Yuan, an old book clerk whom Wang Xian met on the first day he came to the Yamen. His face was full of envy and he said: "I am a very human being by nature. In less than a month, I have gone in front of my brother."
"I would rather not have such a good fortune than let Li Sihu be humiliated like that." Wang Xian said with a bitter smile.
"When heaven gives a great responsibility to a man, he must first work hard for his mind and body." Liu Yuanxin said that if he could become a pawnbroker, I would be willing to be humiliated a hundred times: "Besides, Li Sheng's life is not easy now. , I’ve been pretending to be sick at home all day, and I haven’t gone to Huijiangyi to report yet..."
"Is it done?" Wang Ziyao was waiting impatiently in the inner room and urged.
"It's done, it's done." Liu Yuan gritted his teeth and said, "Come in quickly."
Wang Xian nodded and entered the inner room. Wang Ziyao greeted him to sit down with a pleasant smile and made tea with his own hands: "My dear nephew, this green shirt is more comfortable than the white shirt, isn't it?"
"I haven't felt it yet." Wang Xian replied.
"You will feel it soon." Wang Ziyuan said with a smile: "Especially for the household clerk, it is really a variety of benefits, just wait for you to realize it." After saying that, he poured a cup for Wang Xian and said: "Actually, you can do it earlier.
I've been holding you back for a few days to put on this green shirt."
"I heard from my father that my uncle worked so hard, how can my nephew not know what is good and what is evil?"
"Haha, no matter what, I have to make up for you." Wang Ziyuan smiled and said: "Since you are the official, it is a bit unseemly to live in an official's house. When Chen County Zun was in office the year before last, he was in the county
To the west of the Yamen, a row of straight houses was built for our group of clerks. Although it is not big, it is better to be alone than to be mixed with a bunch of clerks." He said with a smile and said: "I started from Er Yin.
There, I ordered a set for you."
"This isn't appropriate." Wang Xian knew that all the officials lived in official residences, but most of them rented houses outside because of the poor conditions. Now that he was a newcomer, how could he live in the official residence?
Don't make those officials jealous?
"Don't worry about that, because your father lived in that apartment back then." Wang Ziyuan said with a smile, "No one will say anything if you live in it."
With the prince's non-negotiable attitude, Wang Xian didn't even have the possibility to refuse, so he had to take the key and return to the main room.
In the household, Xun Dian, the official in charge of the grain department, went to the countryside to inspect. This year's autumn grain harvest was quite unsatisfactory. Except for Shangxinxiang and Sanshan Town, which were basically won, the remaining five grain areas were making slow progress.
Zhang Sihu was also worried. He was still an agent. If he messed up this first-class errand, the boss might replace him in anger. So when Wang Xian came in, Zhang Sihu just squeezed out a smile and said:
"Is everything done?"
"It's done." Wang Xian nodded.
"Originally, the officials of all parties were arranged according to their seniority. Although they were rigid, the people in the upper positions were all mature and familiar people." Zhang Hua said casually: "But before you became the official of the pawnshop, you worked as an official for half a month.
, I guess I’m not clear about my duties yet.”
"Almost nothing." Wang Xian said honestly.
"To put it simply, all matters concerning the county's finances, food, household registration and cultivated land are handled by the household house. In addition, the house is also responsible for handling litigation matters related to land, houses, money and debts, etc." Zhang Hua sighed.
He said: "I should have taught you a lesson, but the autumn grain collection is currently very heavy, and I have to go to the countryside tomorrow to collect it. I can only explain it in detail later."
"Which house is over here?" Wang Xian asked.
"You come and take charge." Zhang Hua looked at him and said, "For less urgent matters, you can deal with them first. If they are urgent, they will be sent to the countryside. In short, the most important thing is not to make any mistakes."
Wang Xian naturally agreed. When he came out of Zhang Hua's check-in room, he saw Wu Wei looking at the door. When he saw him coming out, Wu Wei smiled and said, "Let Shi go this way."
Wang Xian smiled at him and said, "I'm sorry to ask you to come here without saying hello."
"That makes Shi think highly of me. It's too late for my subordinates to be happy." Wu Wei quickly adjusted his mentality and led Wang Xian into the first room.
As soon as Wang Xian entered, he saw nine clerks in white shirts, standing there and saluting him: "Meet Lingshi!"