After Su Ziji experienced this change, he landed ashore and immediately arrested the yamen servants: "Immediately go and summon the officials of the eighth rank and above of this government and tell them to arrive at the prefect's yamen within half an hour."
"Yes!" Seven or eight government officials dispersed and ran in all directions.
Su Ziji arrived at the magistrate's yamen in a hurry. When he arrived at the yamen, he entered his office. He arranged the documents by himself, put the official seal on them, and thought deeply.
From time to time, officials came in. Seeing this, they couldn't help but change their expressions. They all stood with their hands down, and no one said anything.
After a long while, Su Ziji raised his head, smiled in surprise and said, "What's wrong with you? Do you think something happened to me?"
After hearing this, all the officials breathed a sigh of relief. One of the officials bowed and said, "Then...what do you mean by this?"
"The emperor summoned me to return to the capital in a hurry. He only gave me an hour. I have to rush there. I won't wait for those who haven't come. My business ends here."
"All the official matters that need to be handed over are on the table, and the treasury money has been clearly delivered. Whoever comes to receive the seal in the future, you will hand it over to whoever."
"Master Su!" The master said with tears in his eyes.
"Hey, don't look like this. In fact, I still have many ideas that haven't been accomplished, but there is nothing I can do now. You can leave!"
"Sir, everything has been packed away." Cen Rubai came over to reply, and Su Ziji waved his hand and left.
Originally, Su Ziji didn't bring many things out of Beijing, and he didn't add anything here. He really needed to pack them, which were just some documents and letters. His luggage had already been packed.
Su Ziji nodded and asked, "Mrs. Zhou, did you give me some money?"
Although Qi Hongxin died, he had to wait for the court to make a final decision before he could go home for burial. Therefore, he prepared a thick coffin to prevent the bones from rotting and not leaking, and waited for official documents from the court.
It happened that the official document was issued soon, allowing him to return to his hometown first, and he was about to go back.
"I gave two hundred taels as a gift. Mrs. Zhou declined once, but accepted the second time." Cen Rubai said.
Youdao is a man who takes his time after his death. Although Qi Hongxin's affairs will be handled by the court after his death, and he will not be treated too harshly as an orphan, Su Ziji also knows that Qi Hongxin has nothing to lose, and Mrs. Zhou doesn't have much money in her hands.
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Moreover, before his death, another flood broke out in Shun'an Mansion, and he was afraid that the court would not give Mrs. Zhou and her son too much preferential treatment.
With their savings, they had to take people back to their hometown, and the travel expenses were very difficult. Thinking of Qi Hongxin's gift of manuscripts that day, Su Ziji took 200 taels to Mrs. Zhou, so that the group could return to their hometown comfortably.
It's not that I can't get more money, but two hundred taels is probably the limit that Mrs. Zhou can accept. If I give more, she won't accept it anymore.
With a sigh, Su Ziji stopped thinking about it and asked again: "Did you see my two foxes?"
As a close confidant of Su Ziji, Cen Rubai naturally knew that his young master had been keeping two foxes, one large and one small, in his house in Shun'an Mansion, but he had forgotten about it before because when he was packing up the things in the house, he did not
Saw the shadow of the fox.
"Sir, how about I ask someone to look for you?"
"Forget it, if they can't come back in time, there's no need to wait or look for them." The two on the left and right have been confirmed to be vixens. Ordinary foxes cannot drive back to the capital from Shun'an Mansion, but these two foxes can. Su Ziji
Not worried about this.
Seeing Su Ziji say this, Cen Rubai nodded in agreement.
Sure enough, when they set off, the two foxes still hadn't come back.
Su Ziji took Cen Rubai and the soldiers who came with them to a ship following the official ship. He summoned several officials who had not come just now, but now they caught up. All the officials seemed reluctant to leave.
This gesture made Su Ziji couldn't help but smile. He was rich and didn't care. He could be said to be "innocent". Naturally, he prevented many people from getting rich. In the eyes of some officials, it must be extremely hateful, so some of the officials he just summoned were not.
Come, but now everyone looks like they can't bear to leave him. Looking at the root cause, they can only see that the imperial envoy's attitude is quite good, and they guessed that he is afraid that he will be in trouble when he returns to Beijing this time.
However, favors in officialdom were always like this, and Su Ziji didn't mind. His attention now was actually on the imperial envoy and the governor.
The two people looked wrong. Su Ziji had a guess in his mind and decided to test it again.
There was nothing to say that night. The next day, Su Ziji opened his eyes and looked at the bed curtain above his head, and then slowly remembered what happened yesterday.
Yes, he has left Shun'an Mansion, boarded the official ship, and is preparing to go to Panlong Lake and then return to Beijing.
He sat up in his underwear and looked around.
Yesterday when we checked in, it was getting late and we had a banquet. Su Ziji himself was also tired, so he didn't take a closer look. Now that the cabin was brighter, his suspicions became more serious as he looked around.
The cabin I was living in was larger than the largest cabin I took when I came to Thuan An Province. It was luxuriously decorated. Just look at the bed. Whether it was the material of this bed, the curtains, or the mattress, it was all very good.
They are very particular, and the mattresses are even specially scented. The light fragrance is very helpful for sleeping.
There is an Eight Immortals table in the cabin, together with two chairs, all made of fine rosewood. There are also some fruits on the table. The plate is also made of fine porcelain, and the tea set is of excellent workmanship.
There is a small wine glass, a crystal glass.
Looking at the famous calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, Su Ziji put on his coat and walked over to appreciate it. It was an authentic work by Qiu Ruizi of the former dynasty. Although it was not a unique treasure, it could be sold for at least a few hundred taels of silver in the market. As a result, this painting
The painting was just hung on the wall of a cabin.
Not to mention some of the ornaments, this place doesn't look like a cabin, but like a noble man's room.
dong dong dong
At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Su Ziji asked: "Who?"
There was a pause outside, and then a clear and sweet voice like the cry of an oriole came: "Master Su, are you up? I have a few servants here to help you wash up."
Su Ziji was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that when he brought his own soldiers on board the ship, a maid would come to serve him.
He said calmly: "Come in."
The door was pushed open, and several maids in emerald green dresses filed in from the outside, either holding wooden basins, towels, and toiletries.
Su Ziji's eyes swept across them. These maids were all pretty, with their buns and slender waists, as if they could be held in one hand.
"Who asked you to come over and serve me?" Su Ziji asked.
The most beautiful maid among them smiled and said: "Mr. Su, it was the Governor who asked several slaves to serve you."
Governor Zhao?
Thinking of the way he looked at her during the dinner, Su Ziji knew better.
"At last night's banquet, I tried it out, but it was very ambiguous and there was no clear answer."
"He also said in particular that as an observer, he is also an imperial envoy, so he does not need to bow down. Moreover, when he goes to Beijing in the future, he will rise to the top. He does not need to pay full courtesy, but only needs to bow regularly."
The so-called common courtesy is to bow deeply.
This is actually wrong. There is a difference of three grades between the sixth grade and the third grade. Even if it is a common courtesy, you have to bow down. I can barely count the observer, but it has some status.
"This must have been leaked by the Emperor."
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The toothache is finally gone. I will resume regular updates tomorrow. Please give me some tickets. Monthly tickets are best. If not, recommended tickets will do. Many names have been missed.