Collusion between officials and businessmen, collusion between officials and businessmen, these words are not all lies. At least if you want to develop in a place for a long time, you must have personal connections. In Jiangzhou, every wealthy family that counts has invited Gongsun Zhuoyu to eat and give gifts. The Liu family is a good example.
Gongsun Zhuoyu only thought it was some rich family who came to worship the mountain, but the tip of his ears moved slightly, and he felt that the voice of the man in purple in front of him was a little familiar, and it was too feminine, as if he had heard it somewhere.
He thought hard for a moment, but he didn't know if he had smashed his head before he died in his previous life.
Gongsun Zhuoyu had to put it aside temporarily. He looked at Du Lingchun for a moment, and suddenly had a subtle feeling in his heart: "What's your name?"
Du Lingchun was startled, he thought Gongsun Zhuoyu would ask "who is your master", but he didn't expect the other party to ask such an irrelevant question. He raised his eyebrows lightly, and moved his hands in his sleeves, nodding his head with an unidentified smile and saying, "My surname is Du, and my name is Mausoleum."
Gongsun Zhuoyu asked, "The mausoleum of Lanling wine and tulips?"
Du Lingchun's smile did not change, but his eyes darkened: "Sir, I am laughing, I have never read any poems in the next servant, I only know that it is Zuo Erling."
Most of the slaves came from poor backgrounds and didn't have much money to go to school. Gongsun Zhuoyu struggled to study when he was a child.
"That's Lanling's mausoleum. Your name sounds nice, but I don't know much." Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't look down on him, but his attitude was very good, "Who is your master?"
Hearing this, Du Lingchun glanced at him, turned slightly sideways, and faced a restaurant: "My master's surname is Yin, and he is a silk merchant from the capital. He admires the reputation of the lord, and would like to invite him to talk about it."
Gongsun Zhuoyu remained silent.
When Du Lingchun saluted just now, no one could fault it. I haven't read a few books, which shows that my family was poor when I was young. However, he was dressed in luxurious clothes and looked casual when he lowered his eyes, thinking that he had a very important position beside his master, someone who climbed from the bottom to the top.
Feminine voice, eunuch
Adam's apple is not obvious, probably since childhood.
But only the princes and nobles can serve the eunuch personally, and he said just now that his master came from the capital. Could it be that some big man in Jiangzhou really came to visit in private? !
Gongsun Zhuoyu thought of his reputation as the three evils in Jiangzhou, and hissed inwardly, this is not a good thing. In order to confirm his inner guess, he glanced at Du Lingchun's lower body without a trace, trying to see some clues, but unfortunately, he found nothing.
Gongsun Zhuoyu could only say: "Thank you, your master, for me, but this wine and food will be exempted. Officials need to be honest and upright, and they must not covet the common people."
Whether it is a big man or not, this is the safest way—
Pack! clear! official!
After Gongsun Zhuoyu finished speaking, as if to prove something, he ordered a bowl of Yangchun noodles at the noodle stand next to him and waited for the meal.
Du Lingchun seldom met a person like Gongsun Zhuoyu in his life. After all, the chaotic and turbid were opposed to each other, and that kind of official who asked for life for the people and hated evil was always a bit annoying. He caressed the cuff with his fingertips, and said softly, "Do you want to eat this kind of rough food when you introduce a magistrate?"
Of course Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't eat it. He ate a lot of fish and meat in the house, and it wouldn't be delicious to eat without meat. But he still had to keep pretending on the face: "Clear tea and light meals are enough, there are many people in the world who can't get enough to eat, do you want Brother Du to join us?"
Du Lingchun bowed slightly: "I'm just a servant, how dare I share the table with adults."
Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't care much about this, so he pulled him to the side and sat: "There is no such thing as a servant who is not a servant. It's fine for others to think that you are a servant, but you can't think of yourself as a servant."
After saying that, he called Xiao Er and added another bowl of noodles.
When Du Lingchun heard his words, for some reason, his figure paused. After a long while, he raised his head, looked at him deeply and said, "Your words are new, but some people are destined to be slaves from birth, just like the common people obey the officials, and the officials obey the emperor."
If you want to change your life, you need to do whatever it takes to climb to a higher place.
The last sentence was hidden from him.
Gongsun Zhuoyu is a modern person, and he has never had such an idea. He only has countless and inexplicable senses of superiority: "The common people obey the officials because their parents are officials, and the officials obey the emperor, because everyone in the world is the emperor's son. civil."
There is still a big difference between a subject and a slave.
While speaking, two bowls of Yangchun noodles were already served. Really vegetarian can no longer be vegetarian, and it is no different from boiling white noodles. Gongsun Zhuoyu moved one of the bowls to Du Lingchun: "Come, let's eat together."
Du Lingchun obviously didn't know how to eat, so he wiped his fingertips slowly with a silk handkerchief without moving his chopsticks. Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced at his slightly raised tail finger and blinked, thinking that he was really a eunuch.
Most of the literati were aloof and looked down on the likes of Quan Huan. Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't like it before. He always felt that eunuchs were strange creatures, and they always liked to make trouble for you behind their backs. But when I remembered that I almost became a eunuch in my last life before I died, I no longer had this idea.
Du Lingchun finally said: "Sir, eat slowly, my master is still waiting for me to return to my life."
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Aren't you going to eat the noodles?"
Du Lingchun's smile is unclear: "I have a chance another day, I will invite the adults next time."
After saying goodbye, he left, turned and walked towards the restaurant opposite. There is a box on the second floor, with two guards guarding the outside, and there are people watching in the dark. Seeing Du Lingchun go upstairs and greet him with fists: "Company."
Du Lingchun gave a light hum and pushed the door in. Inside sat the rich businessman and a young man.
The master glanced behind him: "Why don't you see anyone?"
Du Lingchun bowed slightly, skipped the conversation between the "minions", briefly recounted what happened, and finally said: "The minions are incompetent, and I have been entrusted by Your Majesty."
The middle-aged man in front of him is actually a saint today!
The emperor kept silent and drank a sip of good tea: "When I first saw him, I thought he was a foolish and incompetent person, but I didn't expect that he would not only solve the case smartly, but also care about the people. It can be seen that everything can't just be seen on the surface. A trip to Jiangzhou is not in vain."
Du Lingchun should say: "It's just that it's dangerous outside the palace, it's better for Your Majesty to return to the palace as soon as possible."
The emperor said: "I will leave for Beijing in the afternoon, and the matter of the remnants of the previous dynasty will be handed over to the Beijing Law Division to investigate. It can only be killed by mistake and cannot be let go."
If one were to ask who this powerful official of the Great Ye was, the prime minister, Yan Fu, would be the first, followed by Du Lingchun, the admiral of the Department of Law of Beijing. He entered the palace at a young age, and was already serving him during the emperor's Qianlong period. Later, he was successful in his rescue, and he was promoted to an official title.
It is unprecedented for a eunuch to do this. But those who know the details know that this is only a superficial reason.
At a deeper level, Du Sigong has a beautiful sister who is not only favored by the sage, but also promoted to be a concubine along the way, giving birth to the second prince, and like the reincarnation of Daji, the sage is fascinated.
The former harem was actually occupied by this sister and brother.
The Jinglu Division is directly under the jurisdiction of the emperor. In a sense, it is the eyes and ears of the emperor. If there is no accident, it will be the life of dozens or hundreds of people. No one knows how many innocent souls there are, but because of Du Lingchun's ruthless and ruthless behavior, they dare not speak out.
Civil servants from orthodox backgrounds did not look down on Du Lingchun, and secretly scolded Du Lingchun in their hearts for being a eunuch, and their status was low, but the emperor favored him so much. The two words of itching rebuke passed away.
The wine and food in the wing did not move much, and the emperor quickly left with a group of guards. Before the second prince left, he didn't know what he remembered, and glanced at Du Lingchun: "Uncle, I saw the father and emperor criticize Zhezi that day, and all the civil servants headed by Yan Fu are impeaching you to exclude dissidents and use power for personal gain. Are we..."
Du Lingchun stood in front of the window, pacing slowly, his eyes gloomy for a moment when he heard the words: "Do you remember their names?"
The second prince nodded: "Remember."
Du Lingchun flexed his fingers and flicked the edge of the window. It was as narrow-minded as rumored, and he would take vengeance: "Those old people can't be around for a few days. Since they say that I exclude dissidents, they can't bear this infamy in vain."
After speaking, he said: "You honestly return to Beijing with the emperor, and don't stretch your hands too far in the courtroom, so as not to attract suspicion, I will handle it."
The second prince was obviously in awe of this uncle. Hearing this, he bowed his hands and left the restaurant.
Gongsun Zhuoyu ate half a bowl of noodles at the noodle stall below, but he couldn't eat it anymore, so he had to go home. As a result, the housekeeper stopped him as soon as he entered the door: "Sir, you are back!"
Seeing his anxious face, Gongsun Zhuoyu asked aloud, as if his butt was on fire, "The bandits on Qingfeng Mountain are calling? Panic and flustered, what kind of formality is it?"
The housekeeper thought that the bandits on Qingfeng Mountain were not as ruthless as the debt collectors. He held an account book in his left hand and a small abacus in his right, and showed it to him: "Sir, you went to Manyuelou to drink for more than ten days last month. Huajiu, someone came to ask for money, and a cloth merchant from East Street said they made you two nice silk shirts, and…”
Gongsun Zhuoyu was already familiar with this set of rhetoric, and interrupted: "Don't they just want money, give it to them."
When you're done, go inside.
Seeing this, the butler nodded subconsciously, but the reaction was wrong, and he hurriedly intercepted the person: "Sir, the money is not enough!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu: "If you don't have enough money, go and get it from the account."
Butler: "The money in the account is not enough."
Gongsun Zhuoyu realized that he had only been the magistrate for the second year, and he had not made so much money yet. Turning to look at the housekeeper: "Isn't there a thousand taels left a few days ago, where is the silver?"
The housekeeper shook his head to settle the account for him: "The horse you were pulling the cart died, and you replaced it with a high-quality horse, as well as rice, grain and vegetables, monthly money for the servants and servants, and your group. Master…”
Which boy did not have the dream of being a young chivalrous man in the Jianghu, Gongsun Zhuoyu raised a bunch of Jianghu masters in the house, and learned from the teacher, he heard the words: "What happened to my masters?"
The housekeeper closed the account book and said with a sad face: "They eat too much. Ten steamed buns per person, three meals a day is 30 steamed buns, and your dozen masters will eat 450 steamed buns a day. Steamed buns, there are 13,500 steamed buns in a month, and the price of white flour is expensive, how can you withstand such a toss!"
Gongsun Zhuoyu was shocked. He knew that people who practice martial arts consume a lot of energy and have a large appetite, but he didn't expect to eat so much. Did he raise a group of masters or a group of rice buckets? !
Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly felt wronged: "I only eat two steamed buns at a meal, but they actually eat ten?!!"