"It's nothing." Han Yuanchao came back to his senses and smiled, putting his thoughts aside.
The girl here has already reached out to take it from Han Yuanchao's hand and poured out a few snacks.
"Mom, can I eat it?" she asked happily.
The beautiful lady shook her head at her.
"There are no rules. Why is this girl's family so greedy and eating out at will?" she said with a bit of displeasure.
The girl said oh and put it down.
"...We were going to stop her, but the lady was walking too fast and didn't shout to stop..." The servant woman leaned over and said, apologizing.
After all, the responsibility of teaching lies with them.
"Who is he?" asked the beautiful lady.
"He's an out-of-towner. He seems to be renting a house. He came here and asked," the servant woman said.
The beautiful lady hummed, warned a few words, and looked at the bag.
"Take it off," she said.
"It's a pity to throw it away." Han Yuanchao said, reaching out and taking it first, "Auntie, why don't you give it to me."
The beautiful lady glanced at him.
"Why are you so greedy?" She said, "Go home quickly. I've been out for two days. Go back and catch up on your homework. It's rare for your father to come back, so go home quickly."
Han Yuanchao responded with a bow and resigned.
Seeing Han Yuanchao riding away with his servant, the servants of the Zhang family who saw him off turned around, and one of them stopped and looked towards the house by the river before entering the door.
"What's wrong?" someone asked.
"I think the maid just now looks familiar..." the maid said with a frown.
"Have you really seen it before?" the man asked in surprise.
The maid looked dazed and tried hard to think back...
Where have you seen it?
Tongjiang County is adjacent to Suzhou. After leaving the boundary of Tongjiang County, it enters the boundary of Suzhou. The horses had to run for a day and entered Suzhou City at dark.
"Brother Nineteen is back."
Seeing Han Yuan approaching, the maid in the yard hurriedly said hello.
At this time, the lanterns were coming on, and it was time for dinner, but the strange thing was that the servants, women, and girls were all standing outside the house, holding their breath and keeping silent.
"Father and mother..." Han Yuanchao asked with some confusion.
"I haven't eaten yet and I'm talking about something," the servant said in a low voice.
Han Yuan said oh.
"Then I'll come back later." He said, turning to leave.
The door of the house was opened.
"Come back on the 19th?" came the woman's soft voice, "Come in quickly."
Han Yuanchao responded and walked into the house. His parents were both there, but the atmosphere was a bit strange. Looking closely, his mother's eyelids were swollen and she had obviously just cried, and his father's face on the other side didn't look good either.
"Is your aunt okay?" Father Han asked.
"It's very good. My aunt said that she knew my father would ask this question. She told her grandfather and grandmother that she hadn't had a cold in more than a year since she recovered. She had asked a doctor to check her pulse a few days ago and had an abortion again, because she still had a cold.
In less than three months, we will wait and report the good news." Han Yuanchao said with a smile.
As soon as these words came out, Father Han and Mother Han were overjoyed.
"That's great," they said in unison.
Seeing that his parents' expressions had improved, Han Yuanchao was also very happy and chatted some more. A maid outside the door said that the housekeeper was here. As soon as these words came out, his parents' expressions suddenly became ugly.
The housekeeper came in, holding several thick volumes of account books in his hands.
"If you use the family's money, I'm not saying no, I'm just saying how to explain it to my uncles." Mother Han said.
"You can explain whatever you want. It's not like I won't pay it back. I'll pay it back after the transfer department approves the money." Han's father said with a stern face.
"How can the transfer department make money so quickly? How can you still expect to pay it back? If you pay it back this time, there will be a next time. It is a bottomless pit. It is a pit. If you are not allowed to jump, you have to jump. Now it is good..." Han
My mother immediately wiped her tears and said.
Han Yuanchao hesitated for a moment.
"Father, what about repairing ditches?" he asked.
Father Han is the magistrate of Panjiang County. Panjiang County has suffered from floods for many years. In order to rectify the floods, the county decided to build ditches and canals. This is a major project. Many people agree with it, and many people oppose it. Those who agree say that it will benefit the people for hundreds of years.
It's a good thing, but the opposite is that it wastes people and money.
Now more than half a year has passed, progress is slow, and there are problems with people, money and food.
"Father did the right thing, this ditch should be repaired." Han Yuanchao nodded and said.
"Who doesn't know that you should practice? Why don't so many people practice? You are left to practice? It's not because it's difficult!" Mother Han said.
"Everyone is taking refuge in the easy way, but is anyone still doing state affairs?" Han's father said, asking the officials to sit down and taking the account books, "The progress of the ditch must be accelerated, otherwise it will be bad in the flood season next year.
"
"Can't we recruit another group of civil servants?" Han Yuanchao asked.
"No." Father Han shook his head, "As the manpower increases, the rations will inevitably increase. The Transportation Department will never approve it."
"Food is more important than money." Han Yuanchao nodded and said, "Then spend more."
With his son's approval, Han's father became more determined and immediately started talking to the housekeeper about borrowing the family's money. Han Yuanchao couldn't sit back and listen to these matters, so he got up and resigned.
"...Is the money in this family your money? Think about what your uncles will say if you use it...How will you explain it to your father..."
"...I don't use family money..."
"...Do you want to use my dowry? Han Lang, my dowry is used to support our family's food and drink. Brother Nineteen will get married next year, which will cost a lot of money..."
"...Then sell the land in my name first..."
"...Selling land! You sell land to build canals. Do you think this means you are honest? You are slapping other officials in the face. You are seeking fame through being vulgar. Believe it or not, if you dare to do something tomorrow, you will be the emperor the next day.
Shi Shen, you!"
Han Yuanchao sighed and stopped, looking back at his parents' courtyard. The servants and women in the courtyard all lowered their heads like wooden stakes.
What my mother said was right. What my father did was well-intentioned, but it was not the right way to go against human feelings. As a court official, you have to be able to do things and know how to do them. Sometimes good intentions cannot do good things.
If my father was criticized by the superior for this, the ditch issue would definitely be affected, and nearly a year of hard work would be in vain.
After all, we are still short of cash flow.
The family money cannot be touched, the mother's dowry cannot be touched, and the father's real estate cannot be touched. It seems that the Han family has a great business, but when it comes to using money, it is not easy to come up with it.
If only I had money.
Han Yuanchao thought about it, smiled again as the thought flashed across his mind, and shook his head. He had money, but he was afraid that he would have to wait until he got married. It wasn't his own money, it was his wife's money.
Thinking of his wife, he smiled again and looked down at a sachet hanging from his waist.
"It is said that there is a fortune teller from an extremely efficacious temple inside, which can make all your wishes come true." He laughed to himself, picked up the sachet and shook it. Under the lights in the courtyard, the colorful characters on it could be seen.
The embroidery was very exquisite, "Then let some money fall from the sky."
After saying that, he laughed to himself.
"Master?"
The boy walking in front looked back and asked in confusion.
"It's okay, let's go." Han Yuanchao said, putting down the sachet and shaking his clothes.
It would be more realistic to go back as soon as possible and study late at night to gain fame and career as soon as possible.
Due to the hard work of running around yesterday and sleeping late from studying, when Han Yuanchao opened his eyes, it was already bright. The maid washed and changed clothes. He took down the bow and arrow hanging in the study and walked around the courtyard to practice archery.
After a few rounds, my body and bones were relaxed and refreshed, and I was about to wash up and eat. A boy hurried in from outside the door.
"Master, Master, someone from outside said they are looking for you."
"Looking for me?" Han Yuanchao asked, wiping his sweat with a towel, "Who is it?"
"Brother Yuan Chao, it's me."
Without waiting for the boy to answer, someone answered with a smile outside the door. At the same time, a young man staggered in, wearing a brocade robe and a jade belt, with oily hair and pink face. In the season when it could snow with just one wind, he was still shaking his hand.
Wearing a folding fan.
Seeing this person, Han Yuanchao frowned slightly.
This person’s surname was Guo Minghou, also given the courtesy name Zijun. His family was from a gentry clan in Suzhou. He was about the same age and his name was somewhat involved. His given name was Jun in the Han and Yuan dynasties, and Guo Hou’s given name was Jun. Although there were many people with the same name and surname, one person
Both families in the city are famous and wealthy, so it's a bit awkward to talk about it.
At first, because of the name matter, the Guo family's wife came to the Han family, hoping that Han Yuanchao would change her name, but she was rejected by Mrs. Han on the spot. The two women were a little unhappy. After all, this was a trivial matter and a woman's business.
, the men from the two families quickly resolved the issue.
However, although it appears that they are reconciled as before, in reality, their relationship is just average, especially as their two children grow up, and they are constantly comparing their height, appearance, education, and marriage. Fortunately, Han and Yuan Dynasty have always been slightly better.
Han Yuanchao doesn't have any intention of comparison, but the young master of the Guo family always wants to compare, so he always has to compete verbally in daily interactions. Although Han Yuanchao doesn't like comparison, it's uncomfortable to be targeted like this all the time.
So avoid it if you can.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Guo came to the house to look for him.
"It's Mr. Guo," he said, smiling politely, "What do you want from me?"
Mr. Guo smiled and reached out to pat Han Yuanchao's arm.
"Brother Yuan Chao, you are such a noble person who forgets things so much." He said with a smile, "It still happened last time."
Han Yuanchao avoided Mr. Guo's hand by putting down his bow and arrow.
"What happened last time?" he asked.
"The Analects of Confucius by Mr. Jiangzhou." Mr. Guo asked anxiously, "Have you thought about it?"
Han Yuanchao, who failed in the examination, returned from Beijing in the spring, which made Mr. Guo who did not refer to it for reference this time very happy. However, not long after he was happy, he heard that Han Yuanchao had brought back a book of Analects personally annotated by Mr. Jiangzhou, which became a famous book in the world for a while.
A good thing that city students want to see.
Mr. Guo was very unwilling and wanted to buy it. However, the Han family was not poor, and a book was not worth selling. Han Yuan and the court ignored it.
Hearing him mention this matter again today, Han Yuanchao laughed a little.
"Do you still need to consider this?" he said, "Of course you can't."
"I'll pay you a thousand guan." Mr. Guo stretched out his finger and quoted a price.
A thousand strings!
Although the Han and Yuan Dynasties were not moved by the money, they were also shocked.
"I said Yuan Dynasty, you can copy this book. Of course you won't throw away Mr. Jiangzhou's lecture notes. It won't affect your studies. As for me, I just want this original copy. You see, we each have our own place. Isn't that great?
It's a deal." Mr. Guo put his arm on his arm again and said with a smile, "And besides, I can also lend you money."
Han Yuanchao frowned.
"Lend me money?" he asked, "Why should I lend you money?"
"You don't need money, your father probably needs money, right?" Mr. Guo smiled and raised his eyebrows.
Naturally, such a big thing as building a ditch cannot be hidden from anyone.
Han Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, looking a little hesitant.
"Although I can't borrow much from you, I can still help you a little bit. I'll support you for a month first..." Mr. Guo said again when he saw his expression changed.
The money for the transportation department should be paid by the end of the year at the latest. Winter is about to begin, and ditches consume more manpower. If there is more money for emergencies...
It is good to make the best use of things. This Analects of Confucius...
"No, this book was a gift from a friend. I won't sell it." Han Yuanchao said with a smile and reached out to push Mr. Guo's hand away.
What a nerd!
Mr. Guo gritted his teeth secretly.
"I'll give you five hundred more!" he said.
"I'm not short of money." Han Yuanchao said with a smile.
"You're not short of money? That's weird..." Mr. Guo said with a snort and followed him.
While the two were talking, another boy ran in from outside the door.
"Sir, someone is looking for you."
Looking for me again?
Han Yuanchao was stunned for a moment, it was quite lively today.
"Who?" he asked.
The boy shook his head.
"I don't recognize him, he said he's from the capital," he said.
Beijing? Although I have made some friends in Beijing, those people are not from Beijing. They are just students from various places rushing to take exams. Who will come to see me in Beijing?
With doubts, Han Yuanchao changed into the clothes used to meet guests and followed the boy to the front hall. Mr. Guo thought for a while and followed him.
There were two middle-aged men in thin coats and hats in the front hall, who were obviously very tired.
Don't know.
"Who are you?" Han Yuanchao asked.
When the two heard the sound and saw him approaching, they hurriedly took it and bowed.
"Master, we are here to give you money." They said in unison.
Boss?
Han Yuanchao was startled.
When he grew up, he was called Nineteenth Brother, Yuan Dynasty. When he was younger and was a baby, he might have been called by his mother, such as "little baby", or by someone who disliked him.
Han Jun, or Xiaozi, or Xiaoer, etc.
But this was the first time I heard the title Dongjia.
Also, what did they say they were here to deliver?
"Money, boss, your bonus." The two men said again.
"Me?" Han Yuanchao asked, pointing at himself.
The two men nodded, took out an envelope from their sleeves, and handed it over respectfully.
"Did you admit the wrong person?" Han Yuanchao asked after coming back to his senses, naturally he would not reach out to take it.
The two men laughed.
"How could it be? You guys can't handle other errands well and even remember your boss's name wrongly. You are really useless." They said, "You are the Han family in Suzhou. Both of your names are from the Yuan Dynasty. You are nineteen years old.
.”
My name is not a secret, it is easy to find out.
Is someone playing tricks on me?
"Who are you? How can I be your employer?" Han Yuanchao asked, still not accepting the envelope.
"We are peaceful people." A man said with a smile, "As for how the boss became our boss, we came late, so we don't know. Anyway, your name is written in black and white on the document. I guess the boss also has the deed in his hand.
.”
Taipingju!
Han Yuanchao was stunned.
Mr. Guo, who was already surprised and impatient, simply reached out and took the envelope.
"Let me see how much bonus there is. It was sent from so far away from the capital. Is it real or fake?" He said, opened the envelope and took out a flying money coupon. When he saw the words on it, Mr. Guo's eyes suddenly jumped.
Staring as big as a bell, "Ten thousand strings!"
He turned to look at Han Yuanchao again. This guy was indeed not short of money...
Ten thousand guan!
Han Yuanchao was also stunned by these words.
What a joke!
"Is this for me?" he asked in confusion.
"Yes, boss, this is for you." The two men laughed.
Ten thousand guan!
Han Yuanchao reached out and took the flying money from Mr. Guo's hand.
That's right, it's absolutely true. The Feiqian who entered Suzhou Memorial Academy was still a signed Feiqian, with his name Han Jun clearly written on it!
