In the past two years, "Houyi Hall" has translated a large number of Western and Japanese books, collected several large boxes of sea charts, maps, and more newspapers from the four countries of Britain, France, the United States, and Portugal. In addition, the reports on foreign affairs in Guangdong, Guangxi, Fujian, Zhejiang, and Liangjiang in the past two years, and the imperial edicts on foreign affairs in the imperial affairs, have piled up three rooms.

Ji Lu is responsible for registering and organizing and archiving, and has changed from a previous gang to the eighth-rank pen style of the Arsenal Department of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He is just like Wang Naiteng, without having to go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to click Mao.

He put down a stack of copies of the "Houyi Hall" that reported to the emperor in the past two years, and reminded with a smile: "Young Master Zhang, you have been here for six days! People can't always be stuck in the house, go out for a walk, go out for some breath, and come back to see it."

"I've been here for six days?" Zhang Zhidong asked subconsciously.

"All six days are counted," Ji Lu helped make a cup of tea, saying with emotion: "It seems that everyone who came to our 'Houyi Hall' for the first time was like this. Lord Wen accidentally broke in that year, and was tied up as soon as he came in. According to the rules, he was going to be investigated. But Lord Wen didn't care whether he would be investigated. Just like you, he was fascinated by seeing it. He watched it all day and night, and didn't even have to eat. Master Han asked him to leave and he didn't leave, saying that if he left, he wouldn't have the chance to come in again."

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing? It's just that it was just opened at that time. There were not so many official documents and official newspapers. Later, he couldn't read them if he wanted to." Ji Lu smiled and said, "When Master Chongshi and Master Chonghou came, they sat here and looked at them for two or three days. If Mr. Wang hadn't sent someone to send a message to his house, their family would really think that something happened to them and they might have gone to the Infantry Yamen and Shuntian Prefecture to report to the officials."

Hearing Ji Lu's words, Zhang Zhidong suddenly stood up and said, "It's bad, I forgot to explain to Zhang Xi!"

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, Lao Yu and Xiaoshandong have helped you explain to Zhang Xi, saying that you are working on the job and it will take a few days to go back." Ji Lu turned around and looked at the changing clothes on the kang, and then said, "These clothes were made by Xiaoshandong. The one I changed the day before yesterday was also taken to him for you to wash them."

"Look at me, I was so dizzy that I didn't expect this."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Ji Lu walked over and opened the window, and turned around and said, "Young Master Zhang, Lord Wen came in the morning. I'll tell you to take your resume to the Ministry of Personnel the morning after tomorrow. Feng Xiaobian will be sent to you by then."

"What are you going to the Ministry of Personnel to do?" Zhang Zhidong asked in confusion.

"We are the teachers of the official school of Jueluo. Although our 'Houyi Hall' cannot compare with the big yamen of the Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Personnel and the Ministry of Revenue, we are still doing bad things for the emperor, and they are the most important chores! It's not just boasting about ourselves, but our holy family is full of gratitude. As long as you serve in the hall, you are the full-time officials. This time I say that you are going to take the exam, but it is actually a formality. No matter how you do, you will be the eighth rank when you come back!"

"It's so easy to get an official?" Zhang Zhidong was skeptical.

"It is naturally not that easy for others to become an official, but we are not ordinary people. We are the 'Houyi Hall'. You may not believe it. On New Year's Eve, even Wen Zhongtang came to reward him with wine and food!"

Ji Lu thought about it and said proudly: "Mr. Han once joked with Lord Cao when he was there, teasing Lord Cao as a hypocrite. Lord Cao said that we are neither real gentlemen nor hypocrites, but Mr. Guigu who endured humiliation and worked for the court silently. Later, he heard from Lord Wen that this matter had reached the emperor's ears. As long as the emperor mentioned us to Prince Zheng, Prince Yi, Wen Zhongtang and Lord Peng, who knew the inside story, he would say what my Mr. Guigu was busy with."

"real?"

"This is still fake. If Mr. Han didn't return to his hometown, the emperor would value us more."

"Mr. Han's holy family is more grateful than Lord Wen?" Zhang Zhidong asked curiously.

"This is naturally. If Master Han hadn't had the 'Houyi Hall' now. Without Master Han's support, I wouldn't have been without me, Ama and Ji Lu today. I'm afraid even Lord Wen would still be a member of the Ministry of Works!"

Zhang Zhidong just asked casually. In fact, in the past few days, he had found that the yamen that was not in the system had the mark left by Han Xiufeng everywhere. He also felt that it was not in vain. He felt that these days had really opened his eyes. He felt that he was like a frog in a well before coming here.

At the same time, the more you know, the more you feel.

Thinking that the English people would really go to war with China, Zhang Zhidong asked anxiously: "Ji Lu, did you want to see the sign a few days ago? Do you know what the emperor said?"

"Mr. Zhang, I am a treasurer. I wouldn't know about these major military affairs, but Mr. Qingxian must know that, why don't you ask him?"

"I'll ask if it's appropriate?"

"Since Lord Wen and Mr. Wang have invited you, you are your own person. You can't ask anything." Jilu paused and said, "By the way, Mr. Eun-jun has already gone to the Interior Office to carve your waist card for you. He has nothing to do today. The waist card seems to be placed on Big Head. Why don't I accompany you to get the waist card first."

"Okay, I'm working hard."

...

Find a big boss and follow Ji Lu to Qingxian’s public housing.

If Ji Lu hadn't reminded me just now, Zhang Zhidong couldn't believe that seeing Qingxian, who was in his forties, could not believe that Qingxian was the son of Qiying, a great scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion.

In terms of origin, they are royal family members.

In terms of family background, I don’t know how prominent the family background is.

Zhang Zhidong did not dare to show even a trace of young crazy people, and respectfully held the younger generation's greetings.

Qingxian bowed and replied, while greeting him, smiling and said, "Xiaoda, although you have just arrived, I have heard of you a long time ago and knew that you were a talented man recommended by Mr. Han. This time I didn't have Chinese style and the next time, you are so young and full of knowledge, so sooner or later you can be the first to be on the list."

"Master Xie Qing is so awesome to me."

"I heard that you stayed in Yangjiao Camp for more than a month before entering Beijing. Mr. Han is fine."

"Blame Master Qing, Mr. Han is in good condition."

"He is open-minded and righteous, and he will not live badly no matter where he is," Qingxian nodded slightly, and murmured again: "The emperor's grace and approval of Sushun two months ago, ordered him to move filial piety and loyalty, return to Beijing to obtain a trust, and go to Tianjin acting chief Lu Yuntong. Calculate the days, he has received the official documents from the Military Affairs Office, but at this critical moment, he is really unsure whether he wants to return to Beijing or not."

"Snatch the love?"

"you do not know?"

"I really don't know if it's late."

Qingxian sighed: "I've taken the love, but I guess he will most likely not return to Beijing."

Zhang Zhidong asked in confusion: "Why is Mr. Han unwilling to return to Beijing?"

Thinking of the young talent in front of him, he had to know some things. Qingxian said bluntly: "Mr. Han and Lord Wen are good friends. When he returned to his hometown, Ding You even asked the emperor to be the master Wen and the shopkeeper, and Lord Wen was the master of the "Houyi Hall". However, in terms of qualifications, Lord Cao was more suitable. As a result, because of Mr. Han's guarantee, Lord Cao only became the current unworthy shopkeeper of the Han Dynasty.

Because of this, Lord Cao has more or less some ideas and has made trouble in front of Lord Sushun. Not only does Lord Sushun have a good personal relationship with Mr. Han, he even has the kindness of supporting Mr. Han. If he returns to Beijing with the order, he will definitely be in a dilemma between Lord Sushun and Lord Wen."

Zhang Zhidong was shocked and stunned for a while before whispering: "Are you saying that Mr. Han would rather not have a future than do something to be sorry for his friends?"

Qingxian smiled bitterly and said, "So he is righteous."

Thinking that Sushun's official voice was good, if Sushun had not made many suggestions, let alone Hu Linyi might not have been the governor of Hubei, even Zeng Guofan and Zeng might not have been able to lead the troops like this now. Zhang Zhidong asked with a bitter face: "Master Qing, Lord Sushun has any opinion on Houyi Hall?"

"Lord Sushun has no opinion on Houyi Hall. In fact, if it weren't for Lord Sushun's help, Mr. Han wouldn't have the current Houyi Hall as he is. Instead, he had prejudice against Manchus like Lord Wen, Eunjun, Chongshi, Chongen and me. In his opinion, as long as he was a bastard, even though he was a Manchus himself."

"Lord Sushun is too extreme." Zhang Zhidong realized that there were more Manchus in "Houyi Hall" than Han people.

"Although he beat Manren to death with one stick, his words make some sense. You can just know these things, and they have little to do with you. Not to mention that they may not be able to meet them. Even if they meet them in the future, he will not make things difficult for you."

"Master Xie Qing reminds me."

"You are the one recommended by Mr. Han, you are yourselves, you don't need to be polite."

Despite Qingxian's words, Zhang Zhidong still stood up and bowed, and then asked about the church affairs and even government affairs.

When talking about how the court planned to deal with the British provocation, Qingxian said helplessly: "As far as I know, you studied hard for six days after being closed. Prince Zheng, Prince Yi, Wen Zhongtang, Sushun, Mu Yin, Du Han and other princes and ministers also had arguing for six days. If it weren't for the prince Yi (Cixi) giving birth to a dragon son for the emperor, I don't know when it would be."

Looking at Zhang Zhidong's thoughtful look, Qingxian continued: "Not only did Britain and Geely be ready to go to war with our Qing Dynasty. The Shanghai Branch urgently reported to the American Minister Bo Jia to the United States that he also responded to the British and French ministers, proposing to act together and ask the court to revise the agreement. He even planned to lead a ship to Zhili like the autumn of the previous year.

Seeing that the princes and ministers who knew the inside story had a quarrel for six days, the emperor did not make any noise. Seeing that Concubine Yi gave birth to a prince, the emperor did not want to hear them quarrel again, so he simply asked the Military Affairs Office to order the Minister of Commerce of the Five Ports to order Ye Mingchen, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, to "maintain the control and stop his idea of ​​driving north, but do not refuse."

"How can Lord Ye control such a thing?"

"That's what Lord Ye does, but it's not easy to be able to 'not refuse'. You have read so many memorandums and official documents these days, so you should know that the emperor did not allow Xinjiang officials to easily meet with foreigners before this."

"You are right, seeing is better than not seeing."

Qingxian nodded slightly, then took out a letter from the drawer, stared at Zhang Zhidong and said solemnly: "Xiaoda, there is something Yunqing and I don't think we can hide it from you."

"What's up?"

"Among the civil and military officials who followed Mr. Han back to his hometown to help train in the group, there was a Zhili alternate magistrate named Gao and Yunfeng. I don't know if you recognize him or not. He returned to Ba County from Guizhou last month to find Mr. Han. He passed by Xingyi Mansion and planned to pay a visit to your father, but found that your father was sick."

"My father is sick. What disease is it? Is it serious?" Zhang Zhidong's heart skipped a beat and he suddenly stood up and asked.

"I don't know what kind of illness, I only know that your father was sick before the New Year. Guizhou Governor Jiang Shi ordered your father to lead his troops to Zhenyuan before the New Year. Tongren quelled the rebellion, but your father failed to go because he was sick. In addition, Duyun died in battle, your sister's father-in-law Lu Pizong was removed for failing to suppress the thieves. Lord Jiang ordered your wife and brother Shi Jun to take care of the prefect of Duyun. Duyun Prefecture City was in danger. He had no idea whether he could defend Mr. Han, and it was not enough to relieve his near thirst. Even if he sent troops to rescue him, it would be too late."

...

At the same time, Wen Xiang, who had discussed business with Wang Naiteng and was about to return to the inner city, welcomed two uninvited guests and could only talk with Wang Naiteng to accompany the two guests.

Ronglu looked back at the extremely depressed Yongxiang, put down the teacup and smiled, "Brother Bochuan, I know you must be with Mr. Wang. Thinking that Mr. Wang is not an outsider, he can only take Yongxiang here."

Thinking of Wen Xiang, Rong Lu and Mr. Han reminded him that year, but the official was still confused and could not help but become Lianshun's "comrades" and was dismissed from his post and questioned the past year. Yongxiang, who had just come out of the Ministry of Justice yesterday, regretted it. He knelt on the ground with a thud, and said with tears and snot: "Mr. Wen, Mr. Wang, I'm wronged, I was implicated..."

Wen Xiang said with a grudge: "Isn't this coming out? Isn't this okay? Why are you still crying? Get up quickly, a big man is crying and not afraid of being laughed at!"

Seeing that Yongxiang wanted to speak but stopped, Ronglu said bluntly: "Brother Bochuan, Mr. Wang, Sushun released him, but he had no errands and even his family was confiscated. If there was no errand, how could he support his family? Could it be that his wife and children were really allowed to eat the northwest wind?"

"If I had known today, why should I have been there?"

"My swears, I'm confused, I'm obsessed with it, I..."

"Brother Bochuan, Yongxiang is really not an outsider. If Zhixing didn't return to his hometown, Dingyou would definitely not sit idly by."

Wen Xiang thought that of course he was not an outsider, after all, they were all Guaerjia. Thinking of his having worked with Han Xiufeng, Wen Xiang stared at him and asked, "What kind of errand do you want to do?"

Yongxiang had just come out of the Ministry of Justice and had already reached this point, so he dared not be picky and said hurriedly: "Any errand is fine, I just want to give you a meal."

Like Ronglu, Wang Naizeng felt that he should help, and whispered: "Mr. Wen, the emperor appointed Changlu Salt Zheng Wenqian as the governor of Guizhou, and Haiying as the inspector of Yunnan. He ordered Chonghou to go to Tianjin to act as the Changlu Salt Merchants, and the Prime Minister to defend the sea. Otherwise, he would ask Chonghou and let Yongxiang and Chonghou go to Tianjin to serve?"

In the past six days, several princes and ministers did not make a fuss. At least they all thought that the Eight Banners Green Camp soldiers should be drawn from outside the pass and from Zhili to help Tianjin and Shanhaiguan to strengthen coastal defense. After all, compared to Guangdong, Zhili is more important, and no one wants to see foreign soldiers approaching the city.

On the issue of who to send to the Prime Minister’s coastal defense affairs, several princes and ministers also believed that people who know foreigners best should be sent to the issue, in other words, they should choose people from the “Houyi Hall”!

The best candidate is of course Han Xiufeng, the former Senator of the Tongzheng Department. He even issued an order to "move loyalty and filial piety" to return to Beijing immediately to take charge of the acting chief Lu Yuntong in Tianjin. However, the distance cannot quench the near thirst, and no one knows whether Han Xiufeng will be subject to the imperial edict. After thinking about it, the emperor, Wen Qing and others finally decided that Chonghou, who was young and strong, had a courageous position, was directly appointed as the chief Lu Yanyun instead of the chief Lu Yuntong.

Thinking that there was only one Han Chen in Tianjin, and after Chonghou took office, there were not many subordinates who could train troops and fight, Wen Xiang stood up and said, "It's good to go to Tianjin to serve, Yongxiang, now I can only help you with an errand job outside the Beijing. If you can't go through, you have to do a solid job and serve the court steadily!"

"Thank you for your support, don't worry, I will definitely..."

"Listen to me," Wen Xiang thought for a while, and then said, "It's not difficult to find an errand. As for what you can help you with, I dare not guarantee it. Besides, you can't just go like this. I'll help you go to the Dutong Yamen to ask for a document to go to Gu'an to get a job, and then go to Gu'an after asking."

"What are you doing in Gu'an?" Yongxiang couldn't help asking.

"Go to pay homage to Wang Qianli, the Tongzhi of the North Bank, and go and see your old subordinates of the He Camp, and ask if they would like to work with you in Tianjin."

Yongxiang was confused and said with a frown: "Master Wen, let alone my guerrilla warrior has been removed. Even if I have not been dismissed from my post, even if the brothers from Heying are willing to go to Tianjin with me, this soldier cannot be adjusted by me, Yongxiang, just like me, would not be able to adjust it!"
Chapter completed!