Zhang Hongyan patted the table and said: "So bold, they are not afraid of damaging their father's official reputation by doing this? Zhenhua, your father is the censor, do you want to..."
Zhang Hongyan gave Qiao Zhenhua a wink, showing a sinister smile. Kuai Peng said: "Brother Zhang, even if we expose this matter to them, at most they will be reprimanded by their parents, and disaster relief and charity are also advocated by the court. Even if the means are inappropriate, how can there be severe punishment?" ? But we really lost."
Zhang Hongyan said impatiently, "Then what can you do?"
Kuai Peng said: "Brother Zhang, if they are allowed to be in the first grade of junior high school, are we not allowed to be in the fifteenth grade?"
Zhang Hongyan's expression changed, and he said, "You mean..."
Kuai Peng said: "They have already seized the opportunity, why don't we also go to the homes of the rich and powerful tomorrow to beg for alms, make some money and come back to restore the situation. They have already searched a circle, we can't be cheeky Shall we search again?"
"Um… "
Zhang Hongyan pondered for a moment, then looked up at several partners, Qiao Zhenhua and Liu Junyang nodded.
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Qian Shun, a member of the criminal department, listened to Zhang Hongyan's impassioned speech with a smile on his face, and sipped his tea with a smile on his face, but he was thinking about the scene when he saw Rui Qingxing yesterday:
Rui Qingxing crossed Erlang's legs and said arrogantly: "Lord Qian, it is an act of benevolence and righteousness to raise donations for disaster relief. My nephew is doing his best now, but unfortunately his strength is limited, so I have to ask Uncle Shi for help. If you let me come here empty-handed Gui, little nephew is fine, I'm afraid my father will not be very happy, I heard that your term has expired for three years, sir, and you are seeking to stay on?"
Qian Shun was annoyed when he heard the threat in his words, but he didn't want to have any serious quarrel with Master Shang Shu, so he forced a smile and said: "Okay, okay, I naturally want to participate in such a good deed. But I don't know … How much is appropriate to donate, and I hope you can give me a count, hehe, Qian is also a person who lives on a salary, if there is too much, I’m afraid I won’t be able to get it out... "
Zhang Hongyan talked for a long time, seeing Qian Shun lost in thought, he couldn't help asking: "Master Qian? Are you listening?"
"Ah? Oh, I heard it, I heard it, hehe, good! Good, do good deeds, it should be, have money to contribute money, have the ability to contribute, let's do charity together..."
Qian Shun stood up with a smile on his face. Zhang Hongyan's father was the Secretary of the Ministry of War. No matter how old the official was, he couldn't control him. More importantly, Zhang Hongyan's father was about to reach the age of becoming an official. This man You don't need to offend, but you don't need to care about it, just perfunctory.
Qiao Zhenhua, Liu Junyang, and Kuai Peng also encountered similar situations. People are divided into groups, the little father-in-law and his friends are mostly high-ranking officials with real power or the sons of honored relatives, and the reason why Zhang Hongxuan is the head of Zhang Hongxuan's group is because his father's official son is the largest-the Minister of the Ministry of War in Nanjing.
But the people in charge of the army have less influence on the local area, and the other fathers have even smaller official positions, and the people they know, Guan Xiaokun and others also know, those people have gone to search, and these officials and gentry are all gone. I'm a little dissatisfied, can Qiao Zhenhua and the others get a good result if they go again
If their father came forward, these people might give back some face. Just because they are juniors, even if those people have lower official positions than their fathers, they will not be so inferior. The same is true for those gentry in Nanjing City. Who doesn't have a relative or friend who is an official in the court? But don't take them too seriously. As a result, Zhang Hongyan, Liu Junyang and others left excitedly, but when they came back, they were either full of anger or dejected.
Upstairs in Qingyan, Zhang Hongyan said angrily: "It's really unreasonable, they are sending beggars, the most they gave me was twenty taels, and now the price of food has skyrocketed, a bucket of rice costs a thousand dollars, my young master's face is so worthless? "
Liu Junyang said quietly: "Be content, Young Master Zhang, you are alright. He is willing to pay for your father's face, look at me..."
Liu Junyang picked up a pile of clothes and said: "See, these are all ministers and servants. Usually, I am an elder who is called Bo Daoshu, so I am too embarrassed to take out a hair, so I sent me out with some old clothes. It is also euphemistically called disaster relief and helping the people, everyone is responsible, the rich contribute money, and the strong contribute.”
Liu Junyang threw the pile of shoes, hats and clothes angrily, and saw footsteps on the stairs, Qiao Zhenhua came upstairs holding an opened painting. Zhang Hongyan said in surprise, "Brother Qiao, what are you doing?"
Liu Junyang's eyes lit up, and he said, "What a picture of the great sage of Guanyin. Brother Qiao is so solemn. Could it be that this is some kind of antique? Oh, it can't be the masterpiece of painting sage Wu Daozi, right?"
Qiao Zhen gave him a pale look and said: "Grow your dog eyes to see clearly, isn't this signed? Wu Daozi, I'm bah! The ink is not dry yet!"
Liu Junyang looked down at the inscription, and couldn't help but read out: "Huang Haoran, doctor of Tongyi, assistant director of Zhan Shifu Zhan Shifu and a bachelor of Hanlin Academy!"
Qiao Zhenhua said: "Here, did you see it? I was afraid that my father would know, so I went to the Imperial Academy and Yushitai to collect donations from those old gentlemen when my father was not in Yushitai today. Those bachelors who are endlessly concerned about the country and the people on weekdays gave me such a bunch of stuff."
Qiao Zhenhua threw the bag on her shoulders to the ground, revealing a lot of painting tubes inside, Qiao Zhenhua said: "Every one of them is either a gift of words or a gift of paintings. Can these things be eaten? University scholar Huang doesn't have ready-made ones. I’m not willing to pay for my works, but I actually wrote a pair of them now!”
The more Qiao Zhenhua talked, the more annoyed she became, and she made a gesture to make the painting into a ball. Ye Xiaotian was quick-sighted, and pinned him down, saying: "Brother Qiao, wait a minute!"
Qiao Zhen gave him a pale look, and said, "You like it, I'll give it to you."
Ye Xiaotian took the painting and looked it over carefully, Xia Yingying said angrily: "Brother Xiaotian, you still want to see what it does, but it's a pity that it's too far away from Guiyang, otherwise I need help from my family, it's better than letting you Be humble and beg those unscrupulous gentry and officials."
Ye Xiaotian's eyes flickered, he shook his head slightly, and said with a sly smile: "There are only bad ideas in this world, there are no bad things. As long as you have a good idea, stones can be sold for gold!"
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, they were already too disappointed, they dared not ask Ye Xiaotian any more with hope, for fear that it would be an empty joy again. Zhan Ning'er looked at Ye Xiaotian's face with a slightly cocked mouth and a wicked smile, but blurted out, "What trick did you come up with again?"
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In front of each yamen, there will be a few boards in the shape of newspapers, with rain eaves built on them, and some news that needs to be announced to the public will be posted on them. Suddenly one morning, people who went in and out of various yamen accidentally discovered an unofficial "revealing post" on the bulletin board.
First, someone glanced at it indifferently, and was immediately attracted by the content of the "revealing post", and then it was widely advertised, and more and more people crowded to the bulletin board to read it. It was discussed that Zhang Hongyan, Qiao Zhenhua and others held a charity sale to raise food for disaster relief.
Zhang Letian, Shangshu of the Ministry of War in Nanjing, naturally also heard about his son's righteous deeds, and heard the little official report to him in detail about the post in front of the Yamen. What kind of limelight he made, what kind of disaster relief he knows, and even a charity sale, I really don't know what it means!"
Yang Si, the left servant of the Ministry of War, said with a smile: "Taihu Lake is flooded, and hundreds of thousands of people are affected by the disaster. Although the imperial court has allocated relief food, it is the autumn of the imperial court's change, and everything is slow. Use the power of the people to relieve the disaster and help the poor. It is a good thing to share the worries of the imperial court. It is Mr. Shangshu who has taught you well to make the young master take the world as his own responsibility."
Zhang Letian waved his hands and smiled wryly: "This kid has always been fooling around, he can do anything serious. I just hope that he won't turn this disaster relief charity sale into a farce. If he makes fun of you, then he will be content."
Inside the post house, under a shade of willows, Zhan Ning'er looked around, although there were people walking around in the distance, she still looked at Ye Xiaotian in a panic, and said, "What did you call me here for?"
Ye Xiaotian grinned, with a flattering face, like a little pug wagging his tail waiting for his master to drop a bone, he was still rubbing his hands, with a very strange look, and said: "Miss Ning'er, there is something I need to do. I want to trouble you."
Zhan Ning'er subconsciously took a step back, nearly tripping over the strange rocks piled up under her feet, and fell into the ditch next to her: "You...you...what are you going to do? If you have something to say, don't make such a scene. I'm going to panic if I can't do it with a weird look."
Ye Xiaotian didn't feel that there was anything wrong with him, didn't he just feel that he was ashamed of Ning'er, and now he was asking for Ning'er, so he behaved extra cordially. Ye Xiaotian coughed, and said: "Miss Ning'er, last time you celebrated Duke Wei's birthday on behalf of your father-in-law, you should have gotten acquainted with the embassy daughters and wives of Nanjing City, right?"
Zhan Ning'er said vigilantly, "I know you, why?"
Ye Xiaotian licked his lips consciously, and in Zhan Ning'er's eyes, he looked even more obscene: "Cough! Then, why didn't you meet them this time?"
Zhan Ning'er pursed her lips and said, "What are they doing? They're all so soft and airy, they're the most impatient to be with women like them."
Ye Xiaotian said seriously: "Miss Ning'er, this is your fault. There are customs in different places, and habits in different places. Girls from the Central Plains are shy and restrained. Naturally, they are not as straightforward as Guiyang girls, but there is no shortage of Lan Xinhui." What a good girl."
Zhan Ning'er gradually lost her timidity, glared at him angrily and said, "What exactly are you trying to say?"
Ye Xiaotian leaned forward and said, "That's it, Miss Ning'er..."
Zhan Ning'er pointed in front of her, raised her eyebrows and said, "Just stand there and say, don't be sneaky."
Ye Xiaotian had no choice but to stand still and whisper something to her...