As Eun-jun said, Han Xiufeng was meeting guests. However, the person he met was not a particularly important distinguished guest, but Director Zhang who came to send the printing and cash.

As long as the Beijing officials have sealed money, they can be divided, but not as much as before. This month only has nine thousand coins and less than five taels of silver. However, for those poor Beijing officials, this is the monthly meal money for the whole family.

Thinking of Han Xiufeng receiving only this amount of money for the first time, Director Zhang said embarrassedly: "The world is not peaceful, and there are thieves and bandits everywhere. This lack is not only becoming more and more difficult to make up for. Even if you can make up for the lack, this official is becoming more and more. He donated in his hometown in Sichuan, and there seem to be more and more donations. There are fewer candidates coming to Beijing to apply for candidates and candidates waiting for the big selection, so the printing fee is getting smaller and smaller."

"If you have less, you have less, it's better than not having a single penny." Han Xiufeng smiled.

"The situation is like this, there is no way," Director Zhang smiled bitterly, and talked about the provincial museum's reunion. For example, he had already calculated that there were 536 Sichuan-born Beijing officials, including how many civil officials and how many military officers were there, and who planned to send invitations to civil and military officials in the past few days, and decide how many tables to set up and what kind of opera troupe to invite based on the reply...

Han Xiufeng didn't expect that more than 500 Sichuan fellow villagers were officials in the capital, and he couldn't help but ask: "Director Zhang, do you say so much? Why do I think there are only a hundred?"

"This is still fake, but... it's just that some people are not in a good situation, don't have that much money to socialize, don't go to provincial halls, and don't go to fellow villagers. Some people don't like social engagements by nature, so they never went to the club after finishing their seals and becoming Shangguan. However, more of the official journey is not smooth, and they are worried about being laughed at by fellow villagers who come to Beijing together. Besides, military officers, their lives are already tight and they have no friendship with civil servants, so they won't come."

Looking at Han Xiufeng's thoughtful look, Director Zhang said helplessly: "I went to Zhuo Zhongtang's house yesterday. Old Zhongtang's body is really worrying. I heard from Zhuo's family that it has not gotten out of bed for more than a month, so I can only drink some rice soup, but I can't drink much. To put it unpleasantly, Old Zhongtang is really leaving. I guess the provincial hall will be more deserted than it is now."

Han Xiufeng thought he was worried about Zhuo Zhongtang's illness, but what he was worried about was that no one would go to the provincial hall, so he subconsciously asked: "The provincial hall is very deserted?"

"How long has it been since you visited the provincial museum?" Director Zhang asked with a wry smile.

"Think about it, I haven't been there for several years."

"That's it. Except for how many months it can be lively during the exam year, there are almost no people going there. Even if someone goes there, they just go to get a seal. The candidates who return to Beijing and those who come to Beijing to meet are either staying in the mansion or in the inn, and rarely staying in the provincial hall. Those who want to pay donations and fill in the gaps mostly go to those bank accounts that handle donations, which shows how miserable I, as the director, have done."

"Can't be able to maintain it anymore?" Han Xiufeng asked subconsciously.

Director Zhang hurriedly said: "This is not the case. As long as the ending is in place, it is not a problem to maintain it, but it can only be maintained."

"Isn't it enough to maintain it!"

"Zhixing, that's the provincial museum! If you just maintain it, you don't have any popularity on weekdays. What's the point of doing it? I'm not afraid of you making jokes. These days I have been thinking about how to run the provincial museum as lively as yours."

"Did you think of a solution?" Han Xiufeng asked laughed.

"I didn't expect it," Director Zhang put down the teacup and said helplessly: "Maybe because Sichuan is too big. On weekdays, they are all fellow villagers in Sichuan, but in fact they are not that close and have not that deep friendship. Civil and military officials in Beijing still prefer to walk with fellow villagers in our prefecture, prefecture and even county."

“This is a reason, but not the main one.”

"How do you say this?"

Han Xiufeng could see that he was here to ask for advice and said bluntly: "Director Zhang, don't be upset when he said that the provincial museum has reached this point today. I think it has something to do with money for everything you have to do before. If you need money for printing and deposit, you need to donate money for tea and money to stay in the guild hall. The same is true for the same. If you talk too much about this money, the hometown friendship will naturally fade. Do you think?"

"But the money was sealed and lost to my pocket. The money for tea is the same as the donation hall. As for agency donation, although I asked them for some errands and suffices, it was not much more than when they went to the bank account to get the agency!"

"Director Zhang, I know you have your own difficulties, but others don't think so. In some people's opinion, it's cost money to save the museum. So I thought about making the restaurant lively. Not only will you have to cut off your arm, but you have to find another way to think of a new trick."

Director Zhang asked anxiously: "Why did a hero cut off his arm and think of a new trick?"

Han Xiufeng pondered: "The seal ending cannot be withdrawn, otherwise the fellow villagers who are officials in Beijing will not be able to live a life even more. And if they really withdraw, fellow villagers may really make a rift because of fighting for others to protect them. But donations, investment and vacancies can be stopped. Think about it, why do people spend the same money and find money to find those money houses and tickets instead of looking for you like before? After all, they are unwilling to owe favors for this."

When it comes to money, Director Zhang really has no shortage of money now. He wanted to make the provincial museum lively and run as lively as the Chongqing Guild Hall. After hearing Han Xiufeng's statement, he suddenly found something reasonable and murmured: "Think about it, I can't handle a few agents a month anyway, so it's better to stop it. It's better to stop it. Those people think that I have made a lot of benefits from it and how much money I have earned them!"

"There is accommodation, you can also stop like other provincial halls."

“The accommodation has also stopped, is this appropriate?”

"What's wrong with it? Those who can really gain a foothold in Beijing have rented houses outside, and those who can't afford to rent a house outside can't pay much money for tea. Even if you are busy, they won't say good things, so why don't you let them live somewhere else."

"It's true, I'm thankless to let them stay in the museum!"

"So it's a hero who cuts his arm off."

"Where is that new trick, don't keep it a secret, hurry up and talk about it."

Han Xiufeng has always been worried about the little guy's studies, so how could he miss this opportunity? He smiled and said confidently: "Director Zhang, it is not difficult to make the provincial museum prosperous and lively. As far as I know, as long as the fellow villagers who have gained a foothold in Beijing almost every family has children, some fellow villagers even have several children. Those children cannot not study, so most fellow villagers can only postpone recruiting Xixi to run a private school. However, the ones are recruiting Xixi to run a private school, and the other is that the children are locked up at home, with few playmates..."

Director Zhang understood as if enlightened, and couldn't help but smile: "Open a rural school and a charity school!"

"What do you think of this idea?"

"This idea is good, this idea is wonderful!" Director Zhang became more and more excited as he thought about it. He actually stood up and said, "There are places in the museum, so you can clean up. As long as you ask a few gentlemen to teach in the museum, you can even take out some printing fee and make up for it! As long as those fellow villagers send their children to study in the museum, they will naturally not be able to ignore anything when encountering something in the provincial museum in the future."

"That's what I mean."

"Zhixing, help people to the end. After the village school is started, you have to help your Shichang take me there."

"Okay, I will not only send my dogdan, but also help you to go and send your children to Mr. Huang, Mr. Ji, Mr. Ao, Mr. Jiang, Mr. Wang and others, and ask them to send their children."

"A gentleman's word."

"It's hard to chase after all!"

...

After finding a way to make the provincial library prosperous, Director Zhang left happily and swears to ensure that if the little guy goes to the provincial library to study in the rural school, he will take care of his own child.

Han Xiufeng took off all his thoughts and was still very happy. As soon as he saw Director Zhang away, Ji Lu followed Datou to talk about the plot against Jing Cao Yuying behind the scenes.

"There is also a third-rank leader of the military aircraft Zhang Jing! Jilu, Jilu, you are brave enough to eat the heart of the bear, are you tired of living?" Han Xiufeng's first thought was not about Cao Yuying's fault behind his back, but about following the matter itself.

Ji Lu, who was planning to seek rewards, was startled and said with a bitter face: "Fourth Master, I didn't make any decisions. Is it... the second shopkeeper asked Feng Xiaobao and I to go around and take a look."

"Enjun asked you to go, forget it, I'll go find Enjun later." Han Xiufeng glared at him fiercely, then looked up and said, "Bigou, go and invite Qingxian over."

Datou wanted to say that Eunjun not only asked Jiru to watch the "little military aircraft" but also planned to make those "little military aircraft" not hired tomorrow. But when he thought of Eunjun's warning, he swallowed it back when he said that, and then ran to the bookstore to find Qingxian.

During the days when the "Houyi Hall" was just opened, Qingxian would go home every afternoon, but now he can't go back.

Because his brother Qingxi's Ministry of Criminal Affairs had already found out that the emperor ordered Qingxi to be dismissed and put Qingxi in Heilongjiang as a labourer. He also removed him from his post and was banned for half a year and fined him for six months. However, at Han Xiufeng's plea, the emperor changed the ban location from the clan mansion to "Houyi Hall".

In the eyes of others, his family was in trouble, but in the eyes of Qingxian, it was a blessing that he could have such a result. At least the old man was fine, at least the lives of dozens of people in the family were saved. He felt that the 80,000 taels were not in vain, and he was even grateful to Han Xiufeng. After all, compared to being banned into the clan's mansion, this place was simply a paradise.

When he heard that Mr. Han had invited him, Qingxian hurriedly put down the book in his hand and quickly came to "Tingyuxuan".

"Qingxian greets Mr. Han!"

"There are no outsiders here, sit down and talk."

Qingxian brought it to the door, bowed deeply, and said from the heart: "Fourth Master, I'd better stand. You helped my family so much and saved the lives of my whole family. I can't implicate you anymore."

"I've said that there are no outsiders here."
Chapter completed!