MTL - Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty-v2 Chapter 1751 Do good every day

  Chapter 1751 Do a good deed every day

  When the scribe delivered the memorial, Fang Jifan took a sip of tea first, then bowed his head and began to draw up the draft.

  In fact...Fang Jifan has never been good at dealing with copybooks all his life.

  You let him come up with some evil ideas, to harm the people... No, Fang Jifan is handy for harming those who harm the people, but when he sees these countless copybooks, he can't help but get a severe headache.

   I tried my best to look at all kinds of issues in the memorial. Although it is a new deal, the memorials handed over by various ministries and state governments are still the same, and the head hurts badly.

   But since he was already here, Fang Jifan had no choice but to suppress his nausea and work hard.

   After Piao drafted several memorials, he saw that it was getting late, and it was time to go to the Zhen Guo Mansion to be on duty.

   So he got up in a hurry and hurried to leave.

The clerk has been standing by the side, there is nothing to do about it. Speaking of it, the cabinet scholar is the emperor's secretary, but how can the cabinet scholar know everything in the world, so the secretary needs to be accompanied by a secretary, this is Scribes, if there is any doubt about the cabinet scholars, you need to ask the scriveners to investigate.

  Of course, the second-hand secretary, the scribe, is not omnipotent. If he is omnipotent, why would he not even have a reputation? They have dealt with copywriting all year round, and they are indeed well-read and memorized, but there are many things they don’t understand, so...

Generally, the first-hand secretary asks, but the second-hand secretary can't answer, so...the scribes have to run errands, go to the Imperial Academy or the Eastern Pavilion, Hanlin and the Hanlin in the Eastern Pavilion. To a certain extent, their duties are also secretaries. Here, it belongs to the third hand, so they immediately started to check the documents, and then reported it.

  Fang Jifan’s presence in the cabinet is also very intimidating. The clerk waited on Fang Jifan, and he was in a panic. He thought that if the Lord Zhen Guo asked about something later, he would never make mistakes again. Otherwise...

   It can be seen that Fang Jifan stood up suddenly, and he was stunned.

  Fang Jifan stretched his waist, and said in his mouth: "In the blink of an eye, several hours have passed, and it is already dark."

  The scribe looked at the sky, then at the wall clock in the corner, and told the truth honestly: "Mr. Zhen, it's still early. It's getting dark outside. I'm afraid it's going to rain."

  Fang Jifan said: "Ah, it's going to rain. This is terrible. I'm afraid that the solar terms will change. The Duke of this country needs to go to the Zhen Guo Mansion as soon as possible to arrange the persuasion of farmers in the farm."

  The clerk was anxious for Duke Zhen, and thought he was responsible, and said: "Mr. Guo, please give me an order for such trivial matters. The students can do it for you. You only need to write a note. Where can I work for you, Lord?"

   After being right for so long, Fang Jifan's patience seemed to have been exhausted. At this moment, his expression changed suddenly, and he directly picked up the inkstone on the copybook and was about to smash it at it.

  The scribe's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick, and he peed out of fear, subconsciously raised his arms and hugged his head, and said in his mouth: "My lord, the students will die, I don't know why my lord came here like this."

  Fang Jifan was still angry, glared at him angrily, and said angrily: "Who made you **** wear Tsing Yi, you are really lawless, don't you take me seriously?"

  Qing...Tsing Yi?

The clerk was still panicking, but he saw Fang Jifan striding out with his hands behind his back, and said, "Let me face the wall and think about it, I hate people wearing Tsing Yi the most, and I will dare to wear it again in the future. break your leg."

   Said, people have gone far.

  The scribe lowered his head, looked at his clothes, his eyes were a little dazed, and he couldn't understand it!

  Fang Jifan walked very fast, and he left the palace not long after.

  Just arrived at the Meridian Gate, before walking a few steps, I saw someone shouting at the side door: "Here, here, right here."

   Before Fang Jifan could react, he saw the densely dressed animals rushing towards him.

  They all wore winged hats and official uniforms with all kinds of birds and beasts, surrounded Fang Jifan, all of them looked miserable, as if they had been lying here for a long time.

  Fang Jifan took a step back in fright.

  The imperial guards at the Meridian Gate saw it, but their eyes lit up, what the hell... They seemed to see the moving military exploits, and they were all excited like New Year's Eve, and moved quickly to protect Fang Jifan.

  Fang Jifan felt relieved, and immediately said sharply: "What are you going to do?"

   "Mr. Zhen, why is the new house so cheap in Xincheng?" Someone stepped forward with tears in his eyes.

  Fang Jifan said: "Of course, is it wrong that the homeowner has his own house? I am the Duke of Zhen Guo, and I am a cabinet scholar!"

  Everyone was in an uproar, someone glared at Fang Jifan, his eyes seemed to be on fire, and he said angrily, "Why did it sell so expensively before?"

  Fang Jifan said: "This is not the fault of Xishan New City. Didn't you realize that as soon as the new city was launched for sale, people frantically hoarded mansions and speculated them maliciously? Is there any reason why such hoarding is not expensive?"

"Duke Zhen..." Some people heard Fang Jifan's plausible words, their eyes filled with tears, and they bowed tremblingly. They had nothing to do, so they had to say pitifully: "Duke Zhen has mercy, I'll wait... "

"Go away." Fang Jifan couldn't see such a person, with disgust in his eyes, he said arrogantly: "Why are you crying, this Xishan New City has the most new houses in my hands, and I am willing to give them away to benefit the people. Didn't you just buy a few houses?" Is it a mansion? If you suffer a little, you will seek death and live? Then Fang Jifan must find a piece of tofu to crash him to death now? As a minister, you should share the worries of the king and father, and you should care about the common people at the bottom. You have read so much I don’t even understand such a truth, anyone who dares to stop me will be dealt with as a treason.”

  Fang Jifan pulled his face down, no matter how much these people begged, no matter how much he was in the mood, he walked away with a fierce look and a merciless look.

  In fact, the news has already spread like wildfire.

   This time, Xishan New City is really lively.

  Under the feet of the Son of Heaven, there is no such cheap mansion.

  Over the years, the capital has inflowed a lot of people. They have almost no place to stand in the new city, and they often rent a small house in the old city to resettle.

  In such a place, there is almost no sanitation and environment to speak of, it is extremely noisy, and the sewage flows horizontally, but whenever an epidemic is encountered, it is in danger of spreading at any time. All kinds of struggles emerged endlessly, but for many people, it seemed that they could only settle in such a place, otherwise, they would not be able to gain a foothold in Beijing.

  But now... the mansion in Xincheng only needs three taels for a ten feet.

   Not only that, but also greatly lowered the threshold for borrowing.

   What is even more frightening is that this Xishan Bank seems to be planning to send the Buddha to the west.

  There are some types of houses, but only a few feet.

  Small is certainly small, but it is a residence after all. It can shelter from wind and rain, accommodate a bed, and even... a hall that barely looks like it.

  This cheapest mansion only costs a few ten taels of silver.

  Xishan New City certainly has many disadvantages, such as being too remote, and there is no railway at all, and it is even heard that the price of mansions has plummeted before.

  But when this news arrives...

  The tenants in Lijiazhuang were all in an uproar.

  This Lijiazhuang is some distance away from the capital, and it does not belong to the city, but because a large number of people have entered the capital, although it is only a village, many people come here to rent, after all, it is cheap.

   This is the case with Liu Er. He was originally from Shandong. In order to find food, he carried his mother on his back and brought his own sister to flee famine to Beijing. After being introduced by a fellow villager, he settled in Lijiazhuang.

He usually works in a steel workshop more than ten miles away, and he has to get up early every day in the dark, and then sit in the stuffy carriage. Such a carriage often needs to pull dozens of people in a small carriage. People are almost attached to each other.

  The carriage traveled four or five miles before arriving at a station in the suburbs, and then arrived at the workshop.

   It is extremely hard work to get up early and stay late every day like this, but Liu Er is extremely satisfied. After all... in any world, to earn a living is already a great thing.

He has been an apprentice for two years, and his salary is also low, only two taels a month. His own sister is still young, and it is difficult for her to come out to work. With such a small salary, the family can barely make ends meet, but Mother Liu doesn't care. Similarly, she is very good at housekeeping, knowing that it is not easy for her son to earn money, even so, she tries her best to save three or four hundred copper coins every month.

  In order to earn money, except for Liu Er who works, Liu's mother almost does not see any meat all year round.

  Now, all the hopes of the whole family are pinned on Liu Er's ability to become a teacher and become a craftsman in the future. I heard that they are now recruiting experienced hands everywhere.

  In order to retain people, the workshop also hinted that it was the end of the year, and gave Liu Er the identity of a craftsman.

  At that time, the salary can be at least doubled.

   Today Liu Er got off work, as usual, in the steam locomotive, the car was rickety, still like canned food, crowded with people, and the people around him exuded all kinds of weird sweaty smells.

  Originally, a group of tired people were already exhausted after work. At this time, working in a workshop is to sell their strength. After a day, it is enough to make you unable to straighten your waist.

   Therefore, on weekdays, except for the occasional cough, no one said a word to each other.

  But today, it is obviously different, the carriage is actually very lively.

  People's faces were full of excitement, talking about Xishan New City with great interest, whispering, or whispering, Liu Er only felt noisy and tired, and didn't want to say a word, and didn't know what they were talking about, so he didn't bother to pay attention.

   After tossing and turning several times, I finally got home.

  As soon as he stepped into the threshold, he heard Liu's mother say: "Goddess Guanyin blesses you, Grandpa Zhen Guo blesses you, Liu Er, you are back? Come on, come on..."

  …

   As soon as I got off the plane, I quickly coded, and the second chapter will be delivered.

  (end of this chapter)