After returning to the mansion behind Qichang Foreign Service, he rested for a while and was about to have lunch when Shanghai magistrate Sun Feng arrived with Yang Nengge's Changsu Ding Gui.

Although Yang Nengge was pedantic, he was said to be fairly honest as an official. He never thought that he was not strict in control. The surname Ding was obviously Changsui, but he was quite good at making a name for himself. Not only did he not even have a slight respect for Sun Feng, but he also said indirectly that his master had several friends in the room. The day before yesterday, he hired three general translations who were proficient in foreign languages. Including Changsui, the family, the men and others, the sedan chair, the umbrella man and other servants, there were 70 or 80 people who came to work together. There were so many mouths to eat, and it would be impossible to have no money.

The Dao Office in the county town was occupied by the rebels. The bank in the Daokuri is now all the money from the rebels, and there are so many words to keep in mind. Think about it, Yang Nengge is doing a very aggrieved job. Logically speaking, the Supervision Office should pay some money to assist. After all, the previous few Jiang Customs Supervisors were all part-time Su Song Taidao.

But Han Xiufeng didn't want to give it, and didn't want to give it a tael of silver. He said coldly: "Your master has the difficulties of your master, and I also have the difficulties of my official."

"Master Han, you are a tax collector. What difficulties can you do?" Ding Gui asked.

"The Dao Administration was occupied by the rebels, and the money in Daokuri was robbed by the rebels. Isn't it the same with my Supervisory Office? The only difference is that the one who occupies the Supervisory Office now is not the rebels, but the more difficult foreigners to deal with."

"The Supervision Office was occupied by foreigners, but are you taxing differently now?"

"Brother Ding, do you know whether you really or falsely? I am now pursuing taxes, but I cannot pay the tariffs on English and French commercial goods. Citi commercial goods can be paid some of them, but Mr. Xu ordered me to hand them over to the Grain Station in the morning. If you don't believe me, you can ask Sun Magistrate Sun, who can testify."

Ding Gui thought to himself that you live in such a large and magnificent villa, and have so many soldiers outside, but he was so embarrassed to say that he had no money. He couldn't help but remind him: "Mr. Han, you can be the lack of supervision in Jiang Customs because my master did not take office at that time. Don't forget that the previous supervisors were all Su Songdao's part-time job!"

Han Xiufeng stared at him and asked, "Brother Ding, what do you mean?"

Ding Gui said in a humble and arrogant manner: "What do I mean? Mr. Han, you know in your heart. If you say something unpleasant, since you are an official, you must abide by the rules in the officialdom."

"I'm not sure about it. I understand the rules, but now it's a turbulent time. Everything is about recovering Shanghai and suppressing bandits and quelling rebellion! Moreover, the little tax and silver from these zakats have been handed over to the grain station. This is hard for me to cook without rice. I really can't help it!"

"You really don't plan to help?"

"If you don't have money, how can I help you?" Han Xiufeng asked back and said with a gloomy face: "If your master thinks that I, Han Xiufeng, is incompetent in the supervisor, you can either submit a request to Lord Xu to dismiss my office or take my position, or you can also be impeached!"

It is said that the seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's sect, but Sun Feng had never seen Chang Sui who was so arrogant. He had laughed all the way and dared not speak out. Seeing Han Xiufeng's words so righteous, he felt relieved and couldn't help but bow and said, "Brother Ding, Mr. Han does have Master Han's difficulties. The little taxes for these zakats are really left to the grain station."

"Where is your Shanghai County?" Ding Gui asked subconsciously.

"Brother Ding, no matter how hard Mr. Han is, he can still collect taxes from Citi merchants. I don't want anything in Shanghai County. I am not afraid of laughing at me. My Shanghai Zhengtang is now living in debt."

"Master Sun, you think I am a three-year-old child. As far as I know, you have summoned local gentry and merchants these days and raised a lot of money and food!"

"I have raised a lot of money and grain, but I don't count how to use the silver and grain. If I don't believe it, please go and inquire. Although Mr. Wu Xu came to Mr. Han to listen to it, he was actually Mr. Xu. Mr. Wu was in charge of the money and grain, and I can't speak or get involved." Sun Feng peeked at Han Xiufeng, then held back his smile and said, "Brother Ding, why don't you go find Qiao Futai, Qiao Futai should have a solution."

The movement to Shanghai before the patrol of Su Song’s Tai Bing was carried out, which was both a good thing and a bad thing.

The good thing is that it not only serves as the supervisor of the Jiang Customs, but also turns the wealthy Shanghai County into the "Zhili County" of the Dao Administration, and even carries the grain transport commander for the sea transportation of grain. If the association party did not commit rebellion, Susong Taidao could be the most fertile in Jiangsu; the bad thing is that it is too powerful and has too many things to manage. Over time, Susong Tai’s three prefectures have become unrealistic. It is neither Suzhou nor Songjiang, and this is a tacit approval from the court.

Because of this, Qiao Songnian, as the prefect of Songjiang, would not interfere in Shanghai, but Yang Nengge, even though he was Su Song Taidao, could not control Qiao Songnian.

How could Ding Gui not know that it was useless to find Qiao Songnian. After weighing the pros and cons, he took out three official documents from his arms and said quietly: "Master Han, let's talk about the matter of the Assistant Bureau. You should take a look at these three official documents first."

"Okay, I'll take a look first."

I didn't know if I didn't read it, but I was shocked when I saw it. It turned out to be a handwritten letter written by Yang Nengge to the ministers of England, France and America. It quotes classics and is righteous and righteous, and the article is so beautiful that it is so beautiful that Han Xiufeng would have copied a copy as a post. The condescending tone of the heavenly kingdom to treat small countries and the words that are like teaching students are really laughable.

Han Xiufeng couldn't imagine how he would feel after reading it after reading it. After being silent for a while, he let go of his letter: "Mr. Yang is trying to educate him."

"Mr. Han, in terms of your opinion, what foreigners lack the most is education."

"Okay, I will collect these three letters first, and I will definitely pass them on my behalf when I attend the banquet in the evening."

"Master Han, my master asked you to read it, not just ask you to forward it on your behalf."

"What are your master's instructions?"

Ding Gui scratched his head and said awkwardly: "This is the thing. My master hired three translators who are proficient in foreign languages, but they are proficient in foreign languages ​​and have not read a few books of sages. My master was worried that they could not translate well and the foreign minister could not understand it. My master wanted to ask you to find a translator who is proficient in foreign languages ​​and books of sages to help each translate one, so that the foreigners could not understand the majesty of my Qing Dynasty and the good intentions of my master."

Han Xiufeng was amused and cried. He thought to himself that your master was treating foreigners as a lesson as a grandson, and was afraid that foreigners would not understand them. He touched his chin and was silent for a long time before he said helplessly: "It is really not easy to find a translation that understands both foreign languages ​​and is well-read on sages. Otherwise, I will send someone to ask Wu Jianchang to see if he can help translate."

"No, absolutely not!"

"What's wrong?"

"My master said that no one can find 'selling chicken'! Who is the one who sells chicken? He doesn't even want his ancestors. He and foreigners wear trousers. If you look for him, he will definitely not translate it accordingly. Not only will he not, he will even make trouble!"

"What should I do? I really can't find the person your master is looking for!"

"Master Han, really can't find it?"

"I can't find it." Han Xiufeng shook his head.

Ding Gui stared at Han Xiufeng for a long time, feeling that Han Xiufeng didn't seem to be scheming in this matter, so he could only say helplessly: "Before coming, my master told me that if I really couldn't find a translation that was both well-versed in foreign languages ​​and well-read in sages, I just handed over the letter to the foreigners and asked them to find someone to translate it themselves."

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The surname Ding had to go to the banquet with him at night, but from the outside, it could be heard that he was taking a risk to inquire about the details of foreigners than to go to the banquet. It could even make people feel the tragic feeling of "the wind is whistling and the Yishui is cold, and the hero will never return once he leaves"!

He didn't even speak for a long time. Han Xiufeng was too lazy to waste even if he said anything. He asked Xiao Wuzi to accompany him to a restaurant outside for dinner first, and then asked Datou to bring the food he had prepared early into the study and invite Sun Feng to have dinner together.

Sun Feng stayed in the concession for a few days, as openly as Han Xiufeng when he first came. He held up his chopsticks and said heartbrokenly: "Master Han, Lord Yang is not negotiating with foreigners. He is clearly causing trouble, and he is afraid that the world will not be in chaos enough!"

"What's even more sad is that not only are there many people like Lord Yang, but they are also very popular. We think he is extremely absurd and ridiculous, but in the eyes of those Qingliu in the court, he is a great loyal minister."

"Master Han, he is a loyal minister, so what are we?"

"Treacherous minister."

"Master Han, why have you and I become traitors? This... isn't this a confusion between black and white, and there is no distinction between right and wrong?"

While greeting him to eat, Han Xiufeng smiled bitterly: "In those Qingliu's eyes, there is nothing white or black, there is nothing yellow, red, blue, blue, and purple, and there is no gray. Besides, you and I have donated, and we are not the right way, so they are loyal ministers, and we can only be treacherous ministers."

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Chapter completed!