Chapter 1715 Winners and Losers, Officialdom Is Ruthless

The inter-air cooperation between the north and the south was perfect, and the whole Shuntian Mansion, who was the sacrifice, finally came out of fear.

"Liao Chang went to see His Majesty after you left the palace. He is His Majesty's man, and he told the inauspicious things about his belief in tears, and said that he would never dare again... His Majesty actually forgave him... ..."

Speaking of Liao Chang, Xia Yuanji didn't hide his disdain at all. He looked at the ice cubes Fang Xing was tinkering with, and asked with a frown, "It's so cold today, who are you giving it to?"

Fang Xing raised his head, and said with a sad face: "That girl insists on eating iced jam, I dare not say a harsh word as a father, and I have to make it for her, and my daughter-in-law blamed me to death. "

Xia Yuanji smiled and said: "You don't have a bit of majesty in what you do, but the old man enjoys watching you."

"Father, are you alright?"

Wuyou's voice came from outside the study, Xia Yuanji turned his face to go, and saw Wuyou, who had two hairpins tied up, looking at Fang Xing eagerly.

"It's Uncle Xia."

Fang Xing went over to carry Wuyou in, Wuyou called out crisply, Xia Yuanji touched his body, but found that he didn't bring anything that could be used as a gift.

"No need for this."

Fang Xing sat down and asked Wuyou to sit on his lap and dig jam to eat.

Xia Yuanji was a little envious of this kind of life, just remembering that the Ministry of Finance still had a lot to do, so he took a few more glances at Wuyou, whose face was stained with jam, and said: "Your Majesty mentioned the Roumi Country again today, He also expressed his anger at the Halie people who attacked and disturbed Xinghe City, Dehua, we might have to use troops."

"Father, you eat."

Wuyou suddenly took a spoonful of jam, then tilted his head back, trying hard to bring the spoon to Fang Xing's mouth.

Under Xia Yuanji's smiling gaze, Fang woke up and slid down half of his body, paralyzed. Then he held Wuyou's hand and shook it on his mouth, most of the jam was shaken in.

"Ah... delicious!"

Fang Xing slowly sat up straight, touched the top of Wuyou's head and said, "Wuyou can eat by himself."

Wuyou looked at Xia Yuanji, Xia Yuanji quickly waved his hands and said, "I can't eat this."

Wuyou buried his head in 'mining' regretfully, Fang Xing said softly: "The military has been a little depressed since the last Northern Expedition. Your Majesty must find an outlet for them to vent, otherwise it will be corrupt or cause trouble."

The army wants to eat meat and see blood. If you don't eat meat for a long time and you don't see blood, no matter how hard you drill, it won't help.

"Did those Halle people eat their hearts and galls? I don't think it's that simple."

Fang Xing lightly rested his chin on the top of Wuyou's head, and analyzed: "Halie's internal strife, this army must be one of them. As for why he ran to Daming...to the construction site of Xinghe City I think it's a provocation, but where do they have the guts?"

"There is no benefit for them to snatch them from Xinghe Fort. People outside the Great Wall can be frozen to death, but they still haven't left. It can be seen that there is a purpose. The old man always feels that it has something to do with the charming meat."

Xia Yuanji was naturally sensitive to interests, he frowned and said: "Aren't they worried that they will anger Daming, and when the spring comes, the army will attack... Liting and sweeping holes."

"It's hard to sweep holes in Liting."

Fang Xing helped Wuyou stabilize the small bowl with both hands, and then said: "Your Majesty is currently focusing on suppressing civil servants and feudal lords, and it is impossible to turn his attention to Harleigh, unless it is a big move, such as... completely cleaning up corruption. , and then go to war with the outside world, so as to divert the resulting conflicts.”

Xia Yuanji shook his head, he didn't think Zhu Gaochi was willing to bear the consequences of suppressing civil servants in an all-round way.

"It's not easy to do, that's why His Majesty pushed the boat along the way, and took advantage of Bugu's stupidity to push science."

"Father, stupid."

Wuyou raised his head and said crisply.

"Well, stupid, Wuyou learned another word."

Fang Xing touched his daughter's small face, and then naturally wiped the edge of her mouth with his hand.

"This battle is not about iron and blood, it's more about finding out the purpose of these Halle people,

Then deal with it impromptu, which requires...someone His Majesty trusts. "

...

Feng Ping stood numbly in his value room and watched the newcomer checking the seal and other things.

Dropped five levels in a row!

Zhu Gaochi's decision was harsh. Feng Ping fell from the fourth rank to the sixth rank in an instant, one level lower than Chen Jiahui, and he did not assign a specific position to him.

That is to say, he can go home and retire early, and he will completely collapse in the next test and become a commoner.

"There is no mistake, thank you Master Feng."

Feng Ping didn't want to look at the face that tried his best to hide his pride and excitement, he clapped his hands indiscriminately, and left the room.

It was cold, but there were many people standing outside.

These people are not here to send off, but to... see a dog in the water.

"Officials are so ruthless!"

Feng Ping's eyes turned dully, and he saw those officials who were always flattering him on weekdays, and they were all expressionless at the moment.

No, they are hiding their inner gloating...

Feng Ping didn't want to look at these faces, and when he turned his eyes, he saw Chen Jiahui.

He came to see my joke, for sure!

"Winner and loser!"

Feng Ping said something outrageous, then nodded to Chen Jiahui, and slowly left Shuntian Mansion.

Walking to the gate, Feng Ping saw a person, a person with a flushed face covering his mouth and coughing.

"Cough, cough, cough! I've met Mr. Feng."

After Yu Qian cupped his hands, he coughed violently again.

Feng Ping glanced at him and sighed, "You are really sick! Go."

Yu Qian looked at him with a complicated expression, and said, "Master Feng, if you lose, you lose, and I have no complaints."

The corner of Feng Ping's mouth twitched, nodded and said: "You are not bad, do a good job."

After speaking, he nodded again, and walked away with heavy steps.

Yu Qian shook his head, and then entered the government office.

"Master Yu is here? Congratulations, Master Liao personally ordered you to be an official from yesterday, congratulations!"

"Congratulations, sir..."

"Master Yu is here..."

"..."

Yu Qian stood in the middle of the courtyard, as if someone had given a signal, and a group of small officials emerged from the wing rooms on both sides.

They congratulated and laughed. And Feng Ping, who just left, was like a passing cloud, forgotten by them long ago.

Yu Qian stood in the middle with a blank face, he was a little at a loss, and after he stabilized his mind, he slowly cupped his hands at both sides and smiled.

This is not a philistine!

Yu Qian knew that he had to blend in, not stand alone. He told himself in his heart, this is not... a philistine...

Listening to these good words and flattery, Yu Qian smiled and slowly entered his room.

Is this another world?

Yu Qian saw that the booklets he had brushed to the ground that day were all in good condition, neatly stacked on the table, as if they had never been dropped...

 …

The voice behind him seemed to come from another world, and reached the confused Feng Ping. He smiled slightly, and then looked at the prosperity in front of him with his hands behind his back...

The city of Beiping near the end of the year is bustling and bustling. Countless people are starting to prepare things for the New Year. No matter how poor people are, they will smile at this time.

This is the Spring Festival, a festival that can make people forget their worries.

There are a variety of products on the street, from spices from the West to dried fish and preserved fruits from the south, and there are countless others.

"How much is a catty?"

"Eleven cash, it's the cheapest around here, and at least twelve cash tomorrow."

"I'll weigh two catties for ten coins."

"No! How about twenty-one cents for two catties? No matter how little this business is, we won't do business."

"……All right."

This is an alley. I don't know when it has become a gathering place for New Year's goods.

Feng Ping remembered that at that time, people on both sides of the alley reported to the authorities because of stalls blocking the road and making noise, but after these stall owners promised to give them benefits, the matter subsided, and there was no need for Shuntian Mansion to intervene.

He still remembered that Yu Qian was arguing with those petty officials at that time, saying that they could not be canceled casually, but they could be asked to change places.

At that time, those petty officials all ridiculed Yu Qian for being pedantic. If it weren't for the people in the alleys who got the benefits and didn't bother, these stalls probably wouldn't be able to be set up.

"Hey, the officials of Shuntian Mansion didn't come to collect the money today!"

Feng Ping, who was in deep thought, was awakened by a voice, and he looked up to see joy. A man's face was covered with sweat, and he happily counted the copper coins in his hand. The joy came from his heart, and it was deeply infected by seeing it, and his mood improved a lot.

Only Feng Ping's mood became more and more depressed.

Yes, these peddlers are delighting.

"Shuntian Mansion has been investigated by Dongchang in the past few days, and I guess those petty officials are afraid to come out to collect money, hahahaha!"

"Okay! Dongchang is doing a good job!"

"We have money for the new year!"

Feng Ping looked blankly at these happy peddlers, and blurted out: "Eunuchs in Dongchang are in charge of politics..."

A woman was weighing caramel for a guest, and when she heard the words, she cursed at Feng Ping: "You know nothing! If a eunuch can help us scare those little officials, then he is a good eunuch!"

Feng Ping's fourth-rank official uniform can't be worn anymore, and he didn't have time to get the sixth-rank official uniform, no, he didn't want to.

So today he was wearing a green shirt, and with a sluggish expression, he looked like a rotten scholar.

"How did you say that sentence?" An old man said angrily: "Yes, it seems to be a poem written by Xing Hebo. There is a sentence about it will snow for another three years, and what is the last sentence.... Yes, let your mother go Shit!"