Chapter 1793 Brothers

Chang Zhi's eyes were dark, and the bedroom was extremely quiet for a while, Chang Zhi smiled, "You don't really want to know, I'll tell you now, why no one answered your calls?"

Master Shi's heart was beating fast, he could feel the rapid flow of blood, his hands in his sleeves were slightly clenched, and he said with a smile: "Your Excellency, you are joking. Your Excellency is only here to take charge of the main exam."

Changzhi, "It's not just for the examiner's sake. I heard that Chuanzhou has outstanding people, so I came here in advance to learn more. I really haven't disappointed me."

Mr. Shi's heart beat faster. He never underestimated Zhou Changzhi. It was obvious that there was something in his words, "I heard what Mr. Shi said. Has Mr. Shi learned a lot?"

"Not only have I gained insight, but I have also opened my eyes. Some people are really courageous, and some people are really cruel. Are these explanations enough? Do you want me to explain in detail?"

At this moment, Mr. Shi felt as if a knife had landed on his head, but his heart gradually calmed down. He wiped away all the tails that should be swept away, and he was sure that no one would find evidence. Thinking of this, he said with ease: "No need, I will cooperate with adults."

Changzhi clicked his tongue twice in his heart. After so long of investigation, this is the most difficult evidence to find. With an upright and upright persona, the secret is too dirty, "Okay."

An Er felt the most empty in his heart. He thought of his eldest son. From the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance at his younger brother. Seeing his younger brother nodding, An Er felt relieved. So what if Mr. Zhou checked, they all died back then, and after so many years, they couldn't find out clearly.

Ding Jue stood aside and felt cold. Even after sorting out the evidence, it is still hard to believe that the prefect who is said to be clean and honest by the people is so black-hearted. Look at their expressions, heh.

Mr. Shi and the others left, Chang Zhi said: "Now let's talk about it, and we will investigate it tomorrow."

Ding Jue, "Yes."

Changzhi sneered, "Since they are so free, let me get busy."

Ding Jue pursed his lips, "My lord, will the victim be given the credit he deserves after the case is closed?"

"nature."

Chang Zhi sighed inwardly, he has told Ding Jue so far.

Time passed, and a few days later, a new newspaper in the capital came out. The first page was devoted to court affairs, and Zoya's funding of poor students occupied the second page. The article was written by Rong Enqing.

After Zhulan read it, "Zoya will rely on this newspaper in the future."

Mrs. Li was a little envious, "Miss Zhuo not only appeared in the newspaper, but was also praised. I was envious when I saw it. I knew it earlier."

Mrs. Zhao answered, "Sister-in-law, I knew you wouldn't be so high-profile."

The Zhouhou Mansion involved too many people's nerves.

Mrs. Li smiled, "Indeed, it's too high-profile for our family."

She doesn't look at things from her own point of view now, she is the wife of Shizi and she has to take responsibility.

Su Xuan put down the newspaper in her hand, "Mother, is the accountant ready?"

Zhulan, "The selection has already been made. These fourteen people not only looked at the test results, but also interviewed one by one."

Mrs. Li pointed to the last date of the article, "Mother, poor girls can enroll in one month's time, which means that the expansion of the college will be completed in one month's time?"

Zhulan nodded, "Yeah."

The Ministry of Households is happy to give money, but the Ministry of Industry has money and cheap labor. Even if there is no mechanization, the speed of recruiting more people is very fast, and the situation will change drastically in a few days.

Mrs. Li asked, "Mother, there will be a lot of money donated when the newspapers are published, do you want us to donate some money to support the students?"

Zhulan shook her head, "No need."

Her every move is too representative, there is a precedent of Zoya donating half of the dowry, she doesn't want to change her taste in the end.

Indeed, as Zhulan thought, many people read the newspapers and paid attention to her, and some people asked someone to ask her. Zhulan also expressed her attitude, "This is all up to personal wishes."

Many people in the capital feel at ease, fearing that they will be forced to donate money in the end.

Zoya, who was the first to donate money, was in dire straits, and she was faced with a lot of controversy after getting the benefit, especially Zoya was a woman.

The pedantic people annoyed her for being restless, some people said she was stupid, and the Yong'an Duke's Mansion was even more angry because Zoya hadn't discussed it with the Duke's Mansion, and people kept asking if the dowries of the women's family members in the Duke's Mansion were too large. local flower?

There are indeed a lot of people who donate.

In ancient times, the status of merchants was low, and it was difficult to get a good reputation, so merchants hoped to get a good reputation by donating money.

Some people are really kind. Officials don’t really donate much. If you donate too much, it’s hard to explain the source of the money. If you donate too little, it will cause controversy.

However, they didn't want to be underestimated by the common people, so they proposed that the court set up awards for outstanding students, which could be silver or items.

Zhulan thought for nothing in her heart, and muttered to Rong Chuan, "Come on, I don't need to mention it."

Rong Chuan smiled, "This time, we are united. Brother Huang asked me to draw up a charter. In the future, not only the students of the college, but also the government schools and academies certified by the government will enjoy awards."

Zhulan, "Set up a few more awards."

Rong Chuan said: "I think so too."

Zhulan said again: "Merchants are really generous, none of them is less than a thousand taels."

"The country's economy is developing well, and the merchants are indeed rich. Mother, they have collected a lot of money now."

Zhulan lowered her voice, "It's a good thing the money is independent, otherwise just wait."

Sooner or later someone can't help but take action, don't expect corrupt officials to have a conscience.

Rong Chuan naturally understood, "I heard from the emperor that the Ministry of Rites will expand the number of officials, and that some people will be selected to join the Ministry of Rites after the imperial examinations end next year."

Zhulan understood immediately, "This is to cultivate talents for the future branch!"

Rong Chuan smiled, "Mother, it's a pity that you are not a man."

Zhulan raised her eyebrows, "I'm fine now."

When Rong Chuan thought about it, it was true, so what if his mother is a woman, now she not only runs errands, but also publishes books, and the articles she writes from time to time are also very popular, but it's a pity that mother doesn't often write.

At the restaurant in Beijing, Ming Hui accompanied his younger brother Ming Jing out. Ming Jing waited for the dishes to be served, and eagerly tasted them with chopsticks, "Well, the taste is really good, no wonder it became a signature dish in a short time."

Minghui looked at the dishes on the table and his heart twitched, his flesh ached, "Your monthly money for this month is gone!"

Ming Jing felt sorry for the purse for a second, and then continued to taste the food, "So today, my brother treats me."

Minghui, "...no money."

Ming Jing didn't believe it, "Where did your money go?"

Minghui, "The flowers are gone."

Ming Jing saw that her brother didn't lie to him, and widened her eyes, "What did you buy? I didn't see what you added, either?"

Minghui became angry, "Are you still staring at me every day?"

Ming Jing felt guilty, and then stretched out her fat fingers, "Brother, you have no money, you should have told me earlier, I wouldn't have said to treat you to dinner, if I had known how many sisters I would invite!"

Minghui pulled the sleeve out of Fatty's hand, "Oh, I'll pay for your treat?"

Ming Jing's fat face was innocent, "Who made me a younger brother!"

Minghui stretched out his hand and rubbed his younger brother's fat face vigorously, "Well, the skin is indeed thick enough."

Ming Jing was a little flustered, and couldn't help but look at her personal servant, seeing the servant shaking his head, Ming Jing had a bitter face, "Brother, I really have no money, how do you think I will pay for this meal?"

Talking didn't delay his eating speed, well, it was delicious.

Minghui, "..."