Twenty-nine, steamed buns.

Before dawn, Datou got up and made a fire to steam the steamed buns.

Thinking of how many posts he had made yesterday, he was too busy to do it alone, so Han Xiufeng and Pan Er also got up early to help. There was no need to make breakfast anymore, and some of the steamed buns were freshly baked.

Mr. Fei is old and doesn't sleep as well as young people. He gets up very early. After washing his face, he goes to get chopsticks and picks up a hot steamed bun. While eating, he asks: "Zhixing, are you going alone today?"

Go to the Provincial Museum?"

"Go, Director Zhang asked about it last time." Han Xiufeng was worried that the old man would choke, so he picked up the kettle and invited him to the main room for tea.

"Then prepare some scattered silver and we will go there together later."

"Prepare money?"

"You don't know?" Fei Erye sat down and asked.

Han Xiufeng helped him make a bowl of tea, put down the kettle and said, "Why are you bringing the money? I really don't know."

"Our government offices don't have much money, and the provincial offices don't have much money either. During the Chinese New Year, we have to have group worship, hire a theater troupe, and hold a lantern festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. The expenses are huge, so everyone who goes there has to pay a tael for wine, food, lights, and candles.

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"I really don't know this. If you hadn't kept reminding me, I would have made a joke later."

"I thought you knew." Mr. Fei finished the steamed buns in his mouth, looked at him with a smile and said: "Zhixing, didn't you say last night that there wasn't enough money to renovate the guild hall? I thought about it, but actually the money is not enough.

It’s difficult to raise money, but our Chongqing guild hall is too small. We haven’t established any serious rules in recent years, and there are only a few rules.”

When it came to money, Han Xiufeng immediately became interested: "Second Master, I am all ears to what you say."

"What kind of place is the guild hall? The guild hall is a place where buses stay. It is a place where officials in Beijing and officials coming to Beijing for election can communicate with each other and connect with each other. We don't have many rules here. There are many rules in other guild halls, such as candidates for candidate officials and foreign officials.

When the holy officials come to Beijing to stay at the guild hall, they must pay a hotel fee of thirty taels for each room and a donation of thirty taels of silver!"

"Second Master, you always say that if someone like me comes to Beijing to fill a vacancy, I have to pay thirty-three taels if I live in a guild hall?"

"Exactly."

Mr. Fei Erye smiled and continued: "In addition, after the candidates who live in the guild hall and the candidate officials are appointed, they should invest money for public use. However, this must be divided into four categories: Beijing officials, foreign officials, military attachés, and business trips.

The amount of silver donated is determined according to the grade. The provincial library has regulations, the first grade is 24 taels, from the first grade is 16 taels, the second grade is 16 taels, the third and fourth grade is 6 taels, the fifth and sixth grade is 4 taels, the seventh grade is 2 taels, and the eighth grade is

Ninth grade and one or two that have not entered the stream."

Han Xiufeng murmured: "It won't be too much to donate after taking up the job at Fake."

"There are only twenty taels for the first grade, which is indeed not much. But have you ever thought about how many people will come to Beijing every year to stand for candidates? Officials in the iron-clad yamen, some of whom have finally filled the vacancies and gone to work for a while.

I will come to Beijing again in two years. Even if you are recommended by the governor, you still have to go to the Ministry of Personnel to get the certificate, and you still have to go to the Ministry of Rites to get the seal."

Han Xiufeng thought about it and couldn't help but smile: "That's true."

Fei Er Ye nodded slightly and continued: "The high school students who live in the guild hall have to donate money for public use. The number one scholar will be 24 taels, the second place will be 16 taels, the Jinshi will be 4 taels, and if the hall chooses a shuji, another 4 taels will be lost.

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"Second Master, I need money for this and money for that. What if I don't want to pay?" Han Xiufeng couldn't help but ask.

"If you don't hand it over, are you kidding me? All test halls in the capital, including our provincial hall, have rules on this: if there are any who deserve it, hand it over without delay! The president of the hall will register the donated money received.

It is on the books, the title of the book is on the plaque in the hall, waiting for donation

When the number of donors reaches a certain level, a credit report will be published and stone tablets will be engraved to make it permanent." Fei Erye put down his chopsticks and emphasized: "If you don't want to donate or have the title of the book but don't hand it over, you can also put it in the donation book of the guild hall.

Mark it to expose his unjust act!"

This was a cruel move, but it was no different from a forced donation. Han Xiufeng couldn't help but laugh.

Mr. Fei devoted himself to helping Han Xiufeng raise money. He didn't care whether it was a forced donation or not. He turned back and pointed to the account book on the incense case: "In the past few years, I have registered all the civil and military officials who have lived in the guild hall. Where are they now?"

It's all in the ledger, including where you are, what position you hold, and it's not easy to write a letter asking them to make up for the money you should have donated before, but you can ask for alms. After all, we really need to renovate the guild hall, and the money needed for the renovation is definitely

not enough."

If officials in the capital have no money, it is impossible for foreign officials to have no money.

Thinking that a hundred taels of silver was nothing to those county magistrates, Han Xiufeng couldn't help laughing and said: "What a great idea! Second Master, this is a great idea!"

Mr. Fei grinned and said: "As I said just now, our place is the examination hall, where the Chongqing government officials who come to Beijing to take the examination stay. The hall needs to be renovated. You said that Chongqing government officials and those from the fourteen prefectures and counties will stay here.

Shouldn't the county school also help raise some money?"

"Second Master, according to what you always say, they should do something, but the government schools and county schools are all Qingshui Yamen, and the professors, disciplines and county schools of the government schools are not from our Chongqing government. Don't say no.

They will definitely help us, but even if they can help them, we won’t be able to get money out of them.”

"The Fuxue County School is Qingshui Yamen. Those professors, teachings and teachings are not profitable, but the students of the Fuxue County School have money! Think about it, how many students there are in Chongqing Prefecture, each person donates one or two

, a few hundred taels of silver will come."

Mr. Fei smiled and said meaningfully: "Zhixing, I can guarantee you that as long as you write a letter to Mr. Gu, Mr. Gu will definitely help. Mr. Gu is highly respected, and it is not possible for him to come forward.

It can definitely be done!”

Raising money is a thankless task for others, but for Mr. Gu, who is far away from his hometown in Ba County, it is a matter of fame and fortune. Not only can he help raise money to renovate the Chongqing Guild Hall, he can also show his family’s

He has a high status among scholars in Ba County and even Chongqing, and the money raised will not go to his old man's hands in vain.

Thinking of this, Han Xiufeng couldn't help but smile and said: "Second Master, you are always right. As long as you send a letter to Master Gu, he will definitely help you!"

"Forget it today, I have to go to the provincial library later. If I have nothing to do tomorrow, I will help you write it together tomorrow."

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Han Xiufeng felt that Fei Erye's words were very reasonable, so he stopped helping Datou and Pan Er steamed the steamed buns. He Heng and Liu Shanyang went to the provincial library together after breakfast.

The reason why I went there in a hurry was not to reconnect with my hometown friends, but to learn the rules and regulations of the provincial guild hall. Without rules, there would be no circle. If the guild hall does not have corresponding rules and regulations, how can we let people donate money for public use?

The four of them rushed to the Sichuan Guild Hall together, and saw that festive red lanterns had been hung at the gate. There were no couplets posted, it was still the same couplets as before, but you could tell by the color that they had just been painted.

He Heng was a real scholar, so he stopped and said: "Here is a place where you can stop, cut candles at the west window, and occasionally talk about the scenery of your hometown, the majestic sword pavilion, the beautiful Emei, the melodious Bashan, the clear waters of Jinshui, and countless famous mountains and rivers.

From the bottom of my eyes, I went to the capital to offer advice and whipped up the north road, but it was difficult to see the examples of sages. Xiangru Fu, Dongpo essays, Taibai poems, promoted to the nunnery, met beautiful and talented people, and then went to Chang'an. "

"What a pair, what a great connection!" Liu Shanyang praised sincerely.

"Junjie, Shizhen, do you know who made this couplet?" Mr. Fei couldn't help but ask.

"I really don't know."

"Second Master, who did it?"

"This couplet was written by Li Tiaoyuan, a scholar from Luojiang County, Chengdu Prefecture during the Qianlong Dynasty. He was an outstanding talent and wrote poems and essays. When he came to Beijing to take the exam, he came across the completion of the guild hall, so he made this couplet and sent it to the Metropolitan Procuratorate at that time.

Master Zhou, the censor of Zuodu, was full of praise when he saw this couple, and immediately decided to become a couple and rewarded him with twenty taels of silver!"

Han Xiufeng was not interested in this. He saw a familiar figure coming from a distance and said quickly: "Second Master, brother Jun Jie, Mr. Jiang is here. You guys talk first, I will go to greet Mr. Jiang and polish the pen last night."
Chapter completed!