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Zhu Jiang was very happy to see these generals complimenting him. He stood in the lobby and smiled: "Okay, today we meet you for the first time. Tonight, I will arrange for everyone to drink and play with women. Don't save me money!"

Most of the middle-level officers in the infantry commander's yamen came from the First Division and were not very familiar with Zhu Jiang's second division system. However, they were all soldiers and liked to drink and play with women. So when these Qiu Ba heard Zhu Jiang say this, they were all overjoyed and cheered loudly.

It's almost evening now, and it's just enough people. Ma Rufeng left the unlucky man on duty and took most of the people to the Zuixianlou in Dongcheng. This wine was naturally very refreshing. They were all soldiers and their interests were similar. For a moment, Zuixianlou made it look like a vegetable market.

Ma Rufeng and Zhu Jiang had something to do, so they didn't drink much. Seeing that everyone was drinking almost the same, Ma Rufeng pulled Jiang Pengju and whispered: "Old Jiang, I have something to do with King Qin first, you can accompany me here first!"

Jiang Pengju was desperate to see the wine, and he was already drunk. He heard Ma Rufeng say this and said loudly: "Okay! Ma Laosan, go, I have me here, I will definitely be able to drink these grandchildren!"

Ma Rufeng was worried when he saw Jiang Pengju like this, and was afraid that he would miss the problem. But today he had to do this by himself. There was no way Ma Rufeng could only do this. Taking advantage of the chaos in the house, he took Zhu Jiang quietly out of the gate of Zuixian Tower.

Zhu Jiang came out and was sobered up a lot by the wind blowing. He asked in a low voice: "Uncle, why are you taking me out for?"

"Follow me, I'll take you to the night of the night!"

Fang Fengnian was the same year as Ma Jiyuan. Although Ma Jiyuan retired and returned home, the alumni reunion in the second year of Tianqi in the court was still powerful. These people are now only Fang Fengnian's leader. When Ma Jiyuan left that year, he also asked Fang Fengnian to take care of his two sons, so today Ma Rufeng took Zhu Jiang to find Fang Fengnian and asked this old guy to analyze what was going on.

The uncle and nephew hired two sedan chairs from the street and rushed to Fang Fengnian Mansion in Xicheng.

Birds of a feather flock together. The members of the Alumni Association of the second year of the Tianqi period were similar to Ma Jiyuan, who looked like a Taoist master. However, Ma Jiyuan handed over all his property to the public and left only twenty acres of land for retirement. This is the true Taoist master, and the others were just learning what they were like.

This Fang is not immune to the customs of the New Year. As the Minister of the Ming Dynasty, he naturally has great power in his hands. Every year, he has tens of thousands of yuan in silver dollars respected by various provinces. However, Fang Fengnian insists on being honest and putting his home in the Huashuchang Hutong in Xizhimen.

Zhu Jiang came to Fang Fengnian's doorstep, looked left and right, and then asked, "Uncle, is this Fang Shangshu's home?"

Ma Rufeng looked at the plaque "Fang Mansion" on the door, and said, "It's this place, this is the first time I've been here."

Zhu Jiang looked at the gate less than half a meter wide. There were only three-story stone steps at the entrance. The paint on the gate was already mottled. How could this look like the residence of the second-rank Shangshu!

"Uncle, this Shangshu Fang is too honest! Look at this courtyard, it's probably the ambassador of the Ministry of Taxation, and the clerk's office is better than Shangshu who lives!"

Now the Ming Dynasty has taxed hundreds of millions of silver dollars a year. The Taxation Department is a good department for farting oily crotch. Zhu Jiang really doesn't believe that a Shangshu actually lives in such a broken yard.

Just as Ma Rufeng was about to speak, he saw the door of Fang Mansion open. An old man poked his head out and said, "Are you looking for my master?"

Ma Rufeng quickly bowed and said, "Yes, please tell me that the old friend's son is here!"

The old man looked at the two people at the door. The middle-aged man in the leader looked pretty good and should be a scholar, but the big man behind him was like a bear, and he looked like a martial artist. Zhu Jiang was like a bear. He was not like this when Zhu Jiang was young before. The Ma family's genes could not become a bear no matter how they grew up. However, the military career of the seven or eight years changed him. The army ate high-calorie food, and the exercise volume was large, and he was covered with strong muscles. In addition, Zhu Jiang was tall, so he looked like a bear.

The old man didn't dare to speak much, so he closed the door and went into the house to report to Fang Fengnian. The two of them waited for a long time before the door opened again. The old man came out and said, "My master invited two of them in!"

Ma Rufeng walked in front and Zhu Jiang walked behind. As soon as he entered the courtyard, Zhu Jiang frowned. Fang Fengnian's family said it was Fang Mansion. When he walked in, he could enter the courtyard and six houses. This was not like the family of a Shangshu. Zhu Jiang knew the salary of the ministers in the court. As the second-rank Shangshu, Fang Fengnian had an annual income of eight or nine thousand silver dollars. If he had black hands and received some filial piety in some places, he would be like a king and a prince.

Zhu Jiang looked at the first entrance to the yard, which was the old man's residence. A house next to it was locked with the door. The firewood piles outside should be the kitchen. There was a moon door on the left. When he walked in, he was the second entrance to the yard. Some vegetables were planted in the yard, and a chicken coop was surrounded by the wall. There should be a few chickens.

There are three main rooms in the middle of the yard, one of which is on with a light. The old man pushed the door and said, "Master, they are here!"

Fang Fengnian wore a long blue cloth gown and sat on the chair in the middle and said, "Let them come in, and give them tea to you!"

Ma Rufeng walked into the room and bowed and said, "Uncle Fang, my nephew Ma Rufeng is here to pay homage!"

Zhu Jiang bowed his hands carelessly and said, "Shangshu Fang, I am here!"

Fang Fengnian was the same year as Ma Jiyuan, and he was above Zhu Jiang regardless of his identity and age. However, Fang Fengnian didn't say anything when he saw Zhu Jiang being so rude, but just smiled and said, "So it's the King of Qin that is here, let's sit down!"

Ma Rufeng sat down and was about to speak, but he saw Fang Fengnian say, "The noble man is here tonight. Rufeng, don't talk first. Let me guess, are you facing any difficulties?"

"Uncle Fang, that's exactly what it is!" Ma Rufeng then said the emperor's sudden order in the afternoon, and after the narration, he said: "Uncle, my father told me about my nephew before leaving. If there were any difficulties, he came to ask for help from his uncle, so he came to disturb him so late today!"

In fact, Fang Fengnian knew about the emperor's anger at the crown prince in the afternoon. After all, such a big thing would soon spread in the officialdom. Fang Fengnian calculated that the King of Qin would come tonight, so he was waiting without sleeping.

Fang Fengnian was overjoyed when he heard the news. Although Ma Jiyuan repeatedly warned Fang Fengnian not to get involved in the battle for the throne before leaving, Fang Fengnian was also a scholar and a person within the system. Now Fang Fengnian is a second-rank minister, only one step away from the extreme civil servants of the cabinet. How could such a great temptation not make Fang Fengnian feel moved? What's more, the more dangerous it is. Two years ago, there were so many officials who died in Suzhou. Fang Fengnian said it was impossible to be afraid. In order not to be sacrificed by his own party, only by entering the cabinet and becoming a chess player can heal the fate of the chess piece.

Zhu Jiang was a little unhappy when he saw Fang Fengnian not talking for a long time. Zhu Jiang was the King of Qin. It would be fine if Fang Fengnian didn’t get up to salute him. After all, you have a good deal with me, but why are you doing this now? Close your eyes and shake your head, and you are dancing with a great god?

"Mr. Fang, I am here today to ask you something. My father saw that this intention was intended to make me the prince. I want to ask Lord Fang to assist me! When the day I ascend the throne, I will definitely let Lord Fang enter the cabinet!"

Fang Fengnian smiled slightly when he heard Zhu Jiang say this: "Haha, Your Highness, King Qin, I am sixty-one this year. I wonder if I can see the day when the King of Qin ascends the throne. Even if the King of Qin ascends the throne, I will probably be no longer alive!"

Zhu Jiang was very unhappy when he heard Fang Fengnian say this. Isn’t this not confident in himself? Zhu Jiang slapped the table and stood up and cursed: “You old guy Fang Fengnian, I came to you back then, but now I say this again. If I hadn’t burned your doghouse for the sake of my grandfather’s face!”

After Zhu Jiang said that, he stood up and left, but he knew that Ma Rufeng stood up and slapped Zhu Jiang twice. It was already night, and these two slaps were so crisp that the old man in the front yard heard it.

Zhu Jiang was stunned by Ma Rufeng and said angrily: "Uncle, why are you hitting me?"

Ma Rufeng ignored Zhu Jiang and turned around and bowed to Fang Fengnian and said, "Uncle, my nephew is spoiled by my sister, which makes Uncle Fang laugh! I must ask Uncle Fang for help in this matter today!"

Fang Fengnian smiled and said, "Rufeng, King Qin, it's not that I don't want to help you, but King Qin, do you think you can compete with the prince?"

"Why can't it work? I am now deeply loved by my father and appointed to assist in the defense of the Nine Gate. Isn't that work?" Zhu Jiang couldn't help but feel a little dissatisfied when he heard that Fang Fengnian was not optimistic.

"King of Qin, His Majesty the Emperor is choosing successors, not rural landlords choose the head of the family. This is not something that you can choose if you like you. I asked you, do you know what the emperor has done to promote the new law in the past few years? Do you know how the new law is operated locally? Do you know how the imperial taxes are collected? Do you know how the parties in the court distribute their interests?"

Zhu Jiang was dizzy when asked by Fang Fengnian these questions. Zhu Jiang was a soldier and had never been a political expert. Where did he know these problems?

"Mr. Fang, aren't these all your civil servants' affairs? How can I, a soldier, know these?"

"It's over, King Qin, as long as you say this in front of the emperor, there is no hope of becoming the prince!"

Zhu Jiang scratched his head and asked, "How do you say it? Isn't it true?"

"King Qin, if the emperor asks you this way, you should say that although you don't know these things, you can learn from Your Majesty! The emperor is not afraid of you not knowing it, but what he is afraid of is that you pretend to understand if you don't know, do you know?"

Zhu Jiang heard Fang Fengnian say this and said, "As expected, it seems that you scholars are full of fun and can't do it, but after saying this, I feel that I am a lot more diligent!"
Chapter completed!