"Master, it's time to rest." When Xiangling brought a cup of red dates and lotus seed soup, Feng Ziying realized that it was already late.
Fang Youdu's literary talent is good, but he still lacks some experience. However, he wrote too much about the case and the plot, making it a bit top-heavy.
This is not a storybook, but a political article. The case should be concise and concise, and the discussion should be detailed and appropriate, highlighting the key points.
It is estimated that Uncle Fang had to vomit three liters of blood when he saw him cutting out his painstaking work in such a drastic way, but there was no other way. If it weren't for the fact that the first issue needed some explosive points to stimulate his desire, he wouldn't even want to use an article like the Ministry of Criminal Justice case.
The number of words must be compressed. The key is to make the meaning to be expressed clearly, that is, to clearly explain the problems exposed in the case and the suggestions given. This will achieve the goal.
"Internal Reference" currently only remains in Feng Ziying's mind. There is still a long way to go to truly form a political newspaper and periodical that can last for a long time.
Xu Xie’s article is still in preparation, and it’s obvious that they attach great importance to it.
I don't know if there is some misunderstanding. This kind of attention is beyond Feng Ziying's expectation, but Feng Ziying doesn't care.
All in all, this emphasis will be rewarded in the future. They think they represent Qi Yongtai and Qiao Yingjia, but they will soon realize that although Qi Shi and Qiao Shi are their strong backing, so are themselves.
This feeling will gradually form a habit, and then they will truly realize their own weight. This will take a while, but it is an irreversible process.
In addition to Xu Xian and Fang Youdu's articles, Feng Ziying also assigned Zheng Chongjian the task of making a comprehensive assessment of the military affairs of the three sides, asking him to collect the military generals' deployment, military pay, military supplies and armaments of the three sides and four towns since the first year of Yonglong.
In addition, I will write an article on the prominent internal military issues in the four towns and the internal changes among the Tatars in the Hetao area.
This article stumped Zheng Chongjian, because the information was messy and contained information from all aspects. The Ministry of War's Staff Division compiled it. Of course, you could also obtain some information from Long Jinwei and the Shaanxi Division of the Ministry of Punishments, but this was too complicated.
Well, how to evaluate the description is simply clueless.
Zheng Chongjian said that this article was impossible to write, but when Feng Ziying gave him a clear topic, everything became extremely simple.
It is indeed very simple. Just give a proposition, and then focus on this proposition to collect evidence consistent with this proposition from these massive amounts of information. That is simple.
If it is not enough, you can also collect some from Long Jinwei and the Shaanxi Division of the Ministry of Punishment, or even write a letter directly to the Shaanxi Dusi and Xingdu Division to understand the situation in a targeted manner.
This is almost cheating, but the premise is that you must be sure that something is really going to happen, otherwise the disaster will be considerable.
However, the news from her father was enough for Feng Ziying to confirm that Ningxia Town was now in a state of almost out of control.
Shi Guangjue was frantically trying to get money, even to the point of being desperate. I wonder if he ever thought that even if he could get back the 100,000 taels of silver he paid, he would still have his life to enjoy it.
As my father said, Ningxia Town is like a paper lantern. It still looks very bright on the outside, but if you poke it lightly, there will be a hole. If you poke it a few more times, it may be riddled with holes and leaking air everywhere.
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The problem is that Ningxia Town faces the strong winds of the Tatar people from the north. Once this wind blows in, the fire will be extinguished.
Feng Ziying is almost waiting for this to happen with an almost anxious and expectant attitude.
He had also thought about whether he could give early warning before, but it was only for military affairs and nothing else. If he suggested it rashly, he might not be able to achieve his goal and would put himself at a disadvantage. He was not a refined egoist, but he was not willing to take risks.
What to expose at your own risk.
Therefore, such an article may eventually turn into a piece of advice that is like a divine prophecy, which will help myself and Zheng Chongjian make huge profits, but it may not have much of an early warning effect now.
Her fingers gently pressed Feng Ziying's temples. Well, she was a little nervous and unfamiliar. Naturally, it was Xiang Ling and not Yun Shang.
Xiangling integrated into the Feng family smoothly. Both the Duan family and the younger generation liked Xiangling's appearance and personality. Feng Ziying even knew that even Yunshang was a little jealous.
In just one to twenty days, he could "win the favor". Of course, this "favor" was fortunately his mother's and not his own. Yun Shang could still accept it, but it also showed how popular Xiang Ling was, with his gentle and honest temper.
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The unique fragrance of a virgin lingered in Feng Ziying's breath. Feng Ziying, who was leaning back on the chair, couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, and her Adam's apple rolled.
He is already over fifteen years old. According to the calculation of men in this era, he is already sixteen years old, but of course he is not yet sixteen years old.
Xiangling is one year older than him. She is a real sixteen-year-old girl. She is only a little over one year older than Yun Shang, but she can tell from her body curve that she is much more attractive than Yun Shang.
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Well, it should be said that during the years when Xiangling was abducted by human traffickers, she was not treated badly and she developed well.
"Xiang Ling, are you used to being in our house?" Feng Ziying was too busy during this period and basically didn't care about things in the house, so she didn't ask much about Xiang Ling's living situation.
Going out early and coming back late for a month in a row, connecting with these classmates in various ministries, monasteries, and temples, is equivalent to a kind of advance communication, but it is also an appointment for manuscripts, and it also requires some communication with colleagues in the Hanlin Academy.
Of course, he didn't say it clearly, he just asked the other party to learn more about and collect some relevant information, saying that in the future, the Hanlin Academy might be used as a "preparatory consultant for approval".
"Well, thank you for your concern. I am a very good servant. Sister Yunshang treats me very well. My wife and concubine also take good care of me." Xiang Ling told the truth, "I just want to continue like this for the rest of my life."
Although Baochai was originally very kind to her in the Xue family, the Xue family was always in an unstable state. Uncle Xue and the things he was burdened with, and his family were all living in Jia's house.
And the girl may face getting married, all of which are full of uncertain variables.
After being homeless for so many years since she was a child, Xiangling could endure anything else but longed for a stable life.
Her only hobby is reading. If she could read, write or even write poetry in her spare time, that would be her biggest wish.
And now it seems that all this is waving to her faintly here.
Life here in the Feng Mansion is very good, and she and Yun Shang get along well with each other, and there is not much work. This man also leaves early and comes home late. He is not as troublesome as the second master Bao in the Jia Mansion, nor is he too busy.
Unlike Uncle Xue, who is as ridiculous and reckless as he is, this gentleman is just like the most standard literati.
It's just that I heard that this gentleman doesn't like poems and poems, which makes Xiangling a little regretful. But according to Yun Shang, this gentleman can actually write poems and poems, but he feels that writing poems and poems is a waste of time. He wants to stabilize the country.
Big deal.
Think about it, I go in and out of the Hanlin Academy all the time, and that is where the top scholars who have the literary stars in the sky and come down to earth are. When they are in their position, how can they have much thought to recite poems and compose poems?
"Haha, isn't this how a lifetime goes by?" Feng Ziying laughed, "And it will get better and better. Are you still worried that something else will happen?"
Xiang Ling said quietly: "I don't know that I have enjoyed some blessings in the past ten years or two years with Miss Bao, but the days ahead are precarious, and I don't know when bad luck will come.
However, Miss Bao will always leave the court. No one knows who she will marry into or what her husband is like. She is like a duckweed like a slave and Ying'er..."
No wonder this girl is a bookworm, and her speech is also literate, but it suits Feng Ziying's taste.
Hearing Xiang Ling talk about his past, Feng Ziying couldn't help but ask: "Then do you still remember your original things?"
"It's been more than ten years, and I can't recall most of them. I only remember having a mother, but..." Xiangling's eyes turned red again, "And I don't know the specific location of the slave kidnapping..."
"There is no need to rush. Although these clues are separated by more than ten years, if we search carefully, we may not be able to find some clues."
Feng Ziying is not lying. Just knowing a rough idea is probably not easy to find these days. Moreover, in the south, it takes several months to send a letter. Besides, it is not that easy to use the power of the government.
, I am a bit light as a bastard, but asking others for help seems a bit fussy.
But after all, there is this clue, and with some marks in the book, it is not difficult to find it.
"Really? Master, can you really find your family?" Xiangling was so surprised that her voice even trembled. She couldn't help but kneel down in front of Feng Ziying, "If I can find my family, I will be happy all my life."
It’s hard to repay him even if his body is broken into pieces.”
"How can you repay me if you are broken into pieces? Just serve me well." Feng Ziying saw the girl kowtowing as soon as she knelt down, so she quickly supported her. The ground was made of blue bricks with thin skin and tender flesh. Kowtow would be enough.
She was willing to give up the black and blue, but she was reluctant to do so.
"I'm not fooling you. I think you can find it, but it may take some effort and effort. After all, in the south, I don't have that many connections yet, so I still have to ask for help. Besides, you have been here for more than ten years.
I don’t know what happened before, and I don’t know how many times the officials in those places have changed, so we have to take our time.”
Feng Ziying only thought that there would be no problem, but in reality no one dared to guarantee it, so she had to speak up first to avoid letting the other party have too high hopes, which would be heartbreaking if there was no good result in the end.