The residence of Qiao Yingjia, the censor of the imperial canal, is not far from Chen Jingxuan's residence.
The three big bosses of the Caowu Yamen basically live around the Dongchangfu branch of the Ministry of Industry, so after walking around, Feng Ziying tidied up her clothes and went straight to the door to hand over the sticker.
The concierge's personal attendant was also a person with some discernment, and he did not look down upon Feng Ziying just because he was young and delivered the package in person, especially when he received the brocade paper envelope and weighed it.
When Feng Ziying handed over the sealed envelope of the name card, she naturally also presented a letter of money, which was a real gift: "Young gentleman, I am afraid that you may know my master's rules when you come to visit me. I can give you the name card."
Go in, but can you see me? Well, I advise you to go back as soon as possible and don't have to wait here."
Feng Ziying cupped her hands and said, "Thank you for your work. Qiao Gong and Jiayue are in the same department. Now they are both patrolling the area. If it is unusual, I don't dare to come and disturb you."
Chang Sui was startled and looked Feng Ziying up and down.
Although Feng Ziying's body is only twelve years old, she comes from the Wu family and has been working hard all year round in Datong. She is quite handsome and looks like she is thirteen or fourteen years old.
Although there are not many people who are getting married at the age of thirteen or four these days, they are not too few. There are even more people who are engaged, so it is okay for Feng Ziying to say this.
"I don't know, Mr. Ling Yue..." Chang Sui has obviously been following his master for many years, and he is also very familiar with his situation. If he is a familiar colleague, there is no reason for him to be unfamiliar, but he really can't think of any of his masters.
Familiar colleagues are still patrolling outside Gyeonggi Province.
"Lin Gong of Jiayue is the censor of salt inspection in Yangzhou." When Feng Ziying mentioned "Jiayue", she still bowed very modestly.
"Oh?" The chief attendant was quite surprised and hurriedly returned the gift, then invited the other party to come in and take a rest in the outer room. "Please wait a moment, young gentleman. My master is still reading in the back room. I will report here."
After Chang Suiji came in, Lin Hai, the Yangzhou salt inspector, was indeed the same class as the master, but they didn't have much contact with each other, and the master didn't mention it much.
Although they are both censors, there is still a big difference between the inspection of water affairs and the inspection of salt affairs. The affairs of water affairs are complicated, but they have great responsibilities and are quite tiring. And Mr. Li Cao is not easy to worry about.
, If it weren't for the arrangement of the DPRK, my master would not actually work with Li Cao.
The situation of patrolling the salt affairs is different. Think about it, the place where the governor is stationed is one of the most prosperous places in the world - Yangzhou. It is simply incomparable with Huai'an, the place where water transportation is stationed. The luxury of the salt merchants of the Zhou Dynasty
It is even more famous all over the world. Such a good job as the salt patrol censor, how Lin Hai can sit in this position is naturally extraordinary.
"You said it was Lin Ruhai's son-in-law who came to visit?" Qiao Yingjia, who was sitting in the official hat chair, was silent.
This envelope was exquisite, and it was actually made of brocade paper, which showed that the other party was also thoughtful. He opened the name card and recorded the paper with rouge ball blue and white bird's eyes. This was a lot of thought. The thin gold ink stroke made Qiao Yingjia nod repeatedly.
This word has an extraordinary character, with moderate fatness and thinness, strong strength, and a side edge like a thorn, which is really pleasing to the eye.
"Well, I also asked about it, but he didn't say anything. He only said that he wanted to pay homage to the master. However, judging from his appearance, he seems to be somewhat dignified, but his shoes and crown also have..." Chang Sui is an old man who has been with Qiao Yingjia for many years.
Before he even uttered the words, Qiao Yingjia already understood: "Is it a bit hasty and abrupt?"
Chang Sui hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Feng Ziying was just swimming out of the water, but she had to change the water, and she had to sit in a small boat all night. How could she possibly be able to dress up so neatly?
It took a lot of effort to have this image. In the Wenmo Paper Products Shop, the shopkeeper specially reminded Feng Ziying to clean up, otherwise it would be even worse.
Originally, the other party wanted to take this opportunity to invite Feng Ziying in to clean things up, but it was too late. Feng Ziying politely declined and thanked her before getting out.
Qiao Yingjia was a little unsure for a while why this "Lin Ruhai" son-in-law came to visit him.
Although we all serve as ministers in the same palace, are members of the Metropolitan Procuratorate system, and even patrol places together, and have the same friendship, there should be some degree of friendship, but Lin Ruhai is the third person.
Dingjia Tanhua, he was just a top three Jinshi. After leaving the academy, he failed to enter the Hanlin Academy but went to the Ministry of Industry, and then to the Imperial Academy.
He also knew his own character and was unwilling to attach himself to anyone, so he was somewhat alienated from Yijia Jinshi and even those Shujishi.
Although this Lin Ruhai also entered the Hanlin Academy, for some reason he was transferred to the Ministry of Household Affairs for a long time. Later, although he inspected Yangzhou Salt Affairs from the Metropolitan Procuratorate, in a sense, he became a personal minister of the Holy Emperor.
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Who inside and outside the court doesn’t know what the Salt Patrol Censor means?
But now that the Emperor has abdicated, the Emperor has not yet intervened in the salt affairs, and he does not know what the next step will be. Lin Ruhai's future prospects are also somewhat difficult to judge, which makes Qiao Yingjia think a lot.
"Go and invite Mr. Zhang." Qiao Yingjia thought for a while and said.
Soon a thin old man arrived in the study. Qiao Yingjia waved his hand. The chief attendant knew that the family wanted to discuss something with Mr. Zhang, so he went out to wait.
"So Lin Gong's son-in-law has never had any contact with Dong Weng before. Do you know his origin?" The old man surnamed Zhang said thoughtfully, stroking his beard.
"He didn't mention it himself, but Qiao Huai said that he was tall and strong, but he claimed to have studied in the Imperial College and had a Beijing accent." Qiao Yingjia replied.
"Well, it's hard to predict. There are so many dragons and snakes in the Imperial College now. Judging from his age, it is unlikely that he will be a tribute prisoner, and it is even less likely that he will be promoted to a prisoner. If he was a regular prisoner, how could Mr. Lin be so miserable? Only the shadow prisoner can do it.
This is possible." The old man surnamed Zhang peeled off the cocoons and analyzed it in detail.
"Well, I think so too, but I'm a little confused as to why this son came to us so unexpectedly. Although Lin Ruhai and I are colleagues in the same department, we have no friendship. Moreover, sir, I also know that the Holy Father has retired and the Holy Father has new policies.
Everyone in the court was watching, and Lin Ruhai, who was appointed as the salt inspector, was particularly eye-catching..."
The old man surnamed Zhang naturally knew what his Dong Weng was thinking. He had been working as his assistant for more than ten years. He never shied away from anything, so he was also aware of his worries.
After thinking for a while, the old man said: "Dong Weng, in my opinion, if the post of Salt Patrol Censor has not been moved for a long time, either the Holy Emperor and His Majesty have already made plans, or Mr. Lin has entered the Holy Spirit's eyes. I heard that
Mr. Lin visited Yangzhou to share many worries for the Holy Emperor. At present, the household department is in huge deficit, but the Holy Emperor is about to retire. I am afraid that many things are difficult to delve into. The nine sides are in urgent need of payment. At this time, who can take care of the Holy Emperor's worries?
Are you afraid that you will be favored by the Holy Spirit alone?"
Qiao Yingjia's eyes lit up.
"Besides, if Mr. Lin's son-in-law comes to pay a visit, if Dong Weng avoids seeing him and word gets out in the future, it will probably hinder Dong Weng's discussion." The old man surnamed Zhang smiled slightly, "You might as well meet him. If it's just a small matter,
You might as well do it casually, if it's an embarrassing thing, you can also point it out, Dong Weng has his own way to deal with this young nephew."
Qiao Yingjia nodded in approval.
This makes sense. It is easy for him to deal with such junior young people. To be honest, he has a good impression of the boy's careful preparation for the visit, although he doesn't have much favorable impression of Lin Ruhai.