The annual reunion in the Provincial Pavilion is arranged on the 29th day of the 12th lunar month because the capital has the custom of staying at New Year's Eve. The officials of Beijing not only have to stay at New Year's Eve tomorrow night, but also gather in the Taihe Palace Square to wish the emperor a happy New Year before dawn.

During the annual gathering, more than 60 civil and military officials came one after another, the largest official as the second-rank and the youngest... Han Xiufeng followed Wang Zhirong in the corner for a long time, but he didn't notice or heard that there were fellow villagers who were from the ninth-rank or not. It seemed that he was the youngest official in the entire guild, and he was still a candidate.

"Zhixing, our Chongqing Prefecture is not without anyone in the court, but there is no one in the past few years."

Wang Zhirong pointed to the inscriptions of the re-repair of the Guild Hall during the Qianlong period and said in detail: "Zhou Huang, Zhou, is from Fuzhou. His name is Jingyuan and his pseudonym is Haishan. He was a Jinshi in the second year of Qianlong. He served as a compiler of the Eight Banners Tongpu Museum in the fourth year of Qianlong. He was promoted to the National History Museum in the 15th year of Qianlong. He was ordered to serve as the deputy envoy of the Central King as an envoy to Ryukyu. After three years of Qianlong, he returned to the country and was promoted to the lecturer. In the 40th year of Qianlong, he served as the general review of the "Siku Quanshu". Later, he served as the Minister of Works, Minister of War, Chief Master of the Crown Prince, and Left Censor of the Censorate..."

Han Xiufeng really didn't know that Chongqing Prefecture had such a high-ranking official, so he couldn't help but sigh: "Master Wang, after hearing what you said, I found that we were born at the wrong time. If we were born in the Qianlong Dynasty, we would be able to benefit from Lord Zhou."

"Zhixing, don't think so, and you won't be discouraged." Wang Zhirong leaned his head to look at Ji Yunfei who was talking to the adults inside, and smiled and said, "Mr. Zhou has not reached the sky in one step, he has been working hard in the Hanlin Academy for more than 20 years. So as long as Brother Bowen is here, we fellow Chongqing people will have hope."

"This is true, but for me Mr. Ji is my hope, and you are my hope, Mr. Wang."

Wang Zhirong was a great Jinshi in front of Wen Youyu and other merchants, and a high-ranking official from the fifth rank. But in the Sichuan Guild Hall where high-ranking officials gathered today, he, the official who was still walking in the Ministry of Revenue, was no different from Han Xiufeng. He couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Brother Zhixing, you look down on your brother too much."

"I'm not a compliment," Han Xiufeng made a move away from a servant who served tea and poured water and said sincerely: "Master Wang, think about it, what kind of origin are you and what kind of origin am I? What kind of official rank are you? I don't expect you to support me, who else can I count on?"

I had a party party at the office last night and just took dozens of taels of money. Wang Zhirong felt from the bottom of his heart that this little fellow villager around him was not only able to speak, but also able to do things and behave. He pondered: "Zhixing, are you free on the sixth day of the lunar month?"

"Master Wang, if you have anything to do, just give me instructions. Even if I don't have time, I have to have time."

"It's nothing, I just want to take you to have a drink."

"Where to go?" Han Xiufeng asked subconsciously.

Wang Zhirong pulled Han Xiufeng aside and whispered: "Do you know the 'Four Great Hengs' in the capital?"

"I really don't know this."

"The four major Hengs are 'Hengjiu', 'Henghe', 'Hengli' and 'Hengyuan'. They used to do gold and silver transactions, and transformed 'waste gold' into 'red gold' and issued silver notes. Later, they helped people to do newspapers and donate. Even the clients on the counter were familiar with the various 'stipulations' and 'examples' of the court. In short, those who came to the Beijing News donated may not have to go to the Ministry of Revenue to donate the house. They can do it even faster than donating the houses."

"Mr. Wang, do you mean that these four gold shops can handle donations?" Han Xiufeng asked in surprise.

"What do you think? In fact, the Beijing City is not only the "Four Great Hengs" who donated newspapers, but also many bank accounts. In order to take charge of the donation business, they not only favored the donation houses of the Ministry of Revenue, but also spoke to the Imperial College, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the Ministry of Personnel. I have been helping with the donation houses this year, so they invited me."

"Mr. Wang, it's your invitation. It's not appropriate for me to go with you."

"Don't you want to make up for the gap earlier?"

Of course, Han Xiufeng thought, but after weighing it, he said: "Mr. Wang, I have already asked Director Zhang to make up for the gaps. It would be bad if I go to other ways. But after hearing what you said, I really have something I want to ask the 'Four Great Heng' for help."

"What's the matter?"

"You have met Changsheng. He also wants to donate an official like me. I always thought that I could only report the donation in my hometown. After hearing what you said, I knew that I could do it in the capital, so I wanted to help him do this earlier."

"Is it your Changsui?"

"Yes." Han Xiufeng nodded embarrassedly.

There are more people who donated officials in the capital. Eight of ten bannermen walking on the street have donated officials. Wang Zhirong is not surprised, so he subconsciously asked: "How many entries does he want to donate?"

Han Xiufeng didn't know how much money Pan Er had on him, so he pondered: "It's okay to be from the ninth grade."

"This doesn't take much money, and it doesn't take much money in terms of background. Let him prepare a hundred taels, and I'll help him with this."

"Okay, I'll tell him when I go back."

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I don’t know if the official is small if I don’t come to the capital. I don’t know if the official is small if I don’t come to the capital, and I don’t know if the official is so cheap to donate to Wang Zhirong. Although Han Xiufeng asked Pan Er to Wang Zhirong, he thought that Zixianger spent more than 200 taels to donate this ninth-rank sesame official, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

At this time, Director Zhang called everyone to prepare for a group visit.

Just like last night at the Chongqing Guild Hall, the high-ranking officials were inside, the Xiaojing officials were behind, and then the juren from all prefectures and counties who came to take the exam... After worshiping all kinds of gods, Director Zhang invited everyone to the table, and the opera troupe started. Han Xiufeng was pulled to the juren by Master Fei, and listened to the opera while having a drink.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, the juren began to recite poems and write poems.

I was afraid that the adults sitting in the Jintang would not hear it, and their voices were higher than the other, and they shook their heads and stumbled, and they won the cheers.

Ren He, who was sitting at the same table, felt that this was an opportunity to avenge a single arrow, so he suggested taking turns. Han Xiufeng was not afraid of being laughed at, but he didn't want to make a fool of himself in public, so he was just leaving in advance if the clubhouse was there.

Ren He finally won the game back and was proud.

Master Fei, He Heng, and Liu Shanyang felt like a mirror. Not only did they look down on Han Xiufeng who was leaving for excuses, but they looked down on Ren He even more.

On the way back to the club after the party group and worship, He Heng said disdainfully: "Those books of sages are really in the womb of the dog. I really don't know how he passed the exam as a juren!"

Ren He not only humiliated Han Xiufeng tonight, but also lost the face of Chongqing Shilin. Liu Shanyang was as depressed and said with a gloomy face: "Junjie, being a person is different from studying. This is what he often says is talent but not virtue."

"I really know people but not people. I have known this kind of person, so I won't ask him to help him."

"I have come to the capital. What's the use of saying this now? But this also reminds us that he, a villain who is vindictive, cannot have a close relationship with him."

"Well, stay away from him in the future."

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