Wen Xiang, Wang Naizeng and Qingxian never talked about the things in the court to the translators of each room, but the people below still felt something was wrong. They became cautious one by one. Not only did they rarely take leave and even dared not speak loudly. In addition, the bad news in Guangdong came one after another, and the atmosphere in the bookstore became more and more tense and more depressing.

Zhang Zhidong was even more heartbroken. Yesterday evening, he received bad news that his father Zhang Ying died of illness and his wife and brother-in-law Shi Jun died of death in the country. It was like a bolt from the blue that almost fainted. Although everyone was comforting him, he still cried.

If you encounter such a thing, you have to submit a petition to return home as usual.

But he was different from others. His father died of illness in Guizhou, and his hometown was in Nanpi, Zhili. Whether he was running to Guizhou or Nanpi's hometown was stumped by the crying. It was not until Wen Xiang heard the news that he rushed back to the bookstore and enlightened him with emotion and reason, he decided to go back to Nanpi's hometown first.

Zhang Zhidong didn't feel much regretful that he could not do official school teaching, after all, that was just a temporary solution.

The only regret is that with the idea of ​​not being too small than being too poor, I was just observing those officials and students, so I didn’t find a talent for teaching for nearly half a year.

Looking at Zhang Xi's packed luggage, thinking of Wen Xiang, Wang Naizeng and Qingxian's care for him over the past six months, Zhang Zhidong felt that he could not just leave. After weighing the pros and cons, he turned around and said resolutely: "Mr. Wen, Mr. Wang, Uncle Qingxian, do you have a few words in Zhidong that should be said or not."

Wen Xiang subconsciously said: "It's not an outsider, so what can't be said?"

Seeing that Zhang Zhidong wanted to speak but stopped, Wang Naizeng suggested: "The outside is not a place to talk, why don't we wait to go to the flower hall?"

"Okay, okay, go to the flower hall first." Wen Xiang reacted and turned around and walked towards the flower hall.

Datou realized that they were going to talk about serious matters, so he quickly asked Yu Youfu and Xiao Shandong to help get on the carriage at the door of the luggage, but he was guarding the door of the flower hall for fear that others would approach.

Wen Xiang was a little strange and didn't know what Zhang Zhidong wanted to say.

Wang Naizeng and Qingxian were both confused.

Just when the three of them were puzzled, Zhang Zhidong respectfully followed the younger generation's worship, and then looked up and said, "Mr. Wen, Mr. Wang, as the saying goes, bystanders, the viewer is clear. With the viewer of Zhidong, the "Houyi Hall" has not been very smooth these months, but you two don't have to worry about the future of "Houyi Hall".

"How do you say this?" Wen Xiang couldn't help asking.

"Zhidong thought that no matter whether the court liked it or not, foreigners were there. They would not leave because the court didn't like it; nor would they come because the court liked it. In other words, no matter when, as long as the foreigners were not punished by heaven and died, the court could not be without people who were dedicated to inquiries, sorting out and verifying the feelings of the barbarians."

Wen Xiang didn't expect him to say this, and felt that these words sounded a little reasonable, but they seemed to be comforting more. Just as he didn't know how to follow it down, Zhang Zhidong said again: "There is now the 'Houyi Hall' that Lord Han planned to set up, nor the 'Houyi Hall' when you first took over the game. It can be said that it has changed from a sapling to a big tree, and it is not something that anyone can cut down just by wanting it!"

People are almost the same people, and things are still the same. Wen Xiang felt that it was no different from before, and asked in confusion: "Xiaoda, where did you start?"

Zhang Zhidong has read all the documents of "Houyi Hall" in the past two years. He has heard Wang Naizeng, Qingxian, Ji Lu and others say that he is clear about how this yamen that is not in the system has come to this day. He can't help but bow and say, "Sir, Lord Han will make a great contribution to the 'Houyi Hall' today, but with his view of this cave, I would like to thank the Wenzhongtang, who is the Wenzhongtang who is in charge of the country!"

"Wen Zhongtang has helped us a lot, but he can't afford to get sick. If you say something disrespectful, it's all about whether he can survive the New Year."

"If Zhidong was right, he would not only not want my 'Houyi Hall' to be cut off, but he would have even helped to arrange the future."

“Are you arranged?”

"If he had not had foresight, how could he bring Lord Chongshi and Lord Chonghou here?" Zhang Zhidong asked back and said, "If it weren't for his strong recommendation, Lord Chongshi, who had been the Left Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, could he be appointed as the Minister of the Ministry of Works so smoothly and also in charge of Qianfatang's affairs; how could Lord Chonghou be released so smoothly and acted as the Chief of the Lu Yan Transportation Commissioner?"

Wang Naizeng reacted and blurted out: "Wen Zhongtang is worried that we have no money!"

"With the view of this cave, Wen Zhongtang is not only worried that my 'Houyi Hall' will not have money turnover, but also that you are worried that you will be alone. "Look at Wen Xiang's thoughtful look, Zhang Zhidong changed his mind: "Mr. Wen, our Han officials pay attention to friendship in the same year. If you have the same year, you will be much better at doing things. Although you are the same year, because of the prejudices between Manchus and Han Dynasties, you are not very close to each other. But you are not at a disadvantage. You have the same clan and the same clan of the same background!"

This is the first time I heard of this statement, and Wen Xiang was stunned for a moment.

Wang Naizeng was also confused when he heard it.

Qingxian's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but murmur: "If you want to talk about enlightened people, there should be many departments and courts. No wonder Wen Zhongtang didn't bring anyone else, but he just wanted to bring Chongshi!"

"Brother Qingxian, I still don't understand very much." Wen Xiang said with a bitter face.

Qingxian didn't want to steal the scenery of Zhang Zhidong, and said with a smile: "Xiaoda, what you thought of first, you tell the adults."

"Affect the order."

Zhang Zhidong bowed and said, "Some people don't know that the officials are young in the capital. The Jinshi and even Hanlin masters who are rare in the ordinary can be seen everywhere in the capital. But how many people have actually calculated it, how many Manchus are from the Jinshi class?"

Wen Xiang pondered: "If it is not considered a translation subject, but only a regular subject, there are not many."

"It's not that there are not many, but very few!"

Zhang Zhidong actually thought of it, but he felt that he was so young after "the first time" and was so young, making it seem like everyone was drunk. I was so awake alone, but now it is different from before. If I don't say it, I wouldn't have a chance to say it. I stared at Wen Xiang and continued: "Zhidong has checked the list of Jinshi for the first emperor since the ascension of the throne, and found that there were only seventeen Manchus from the Daoguang Dynasty to the present."

"No, there will be only sixteen or seventeen." Wen Xiang was a little disbelieved.

"If the Han army is not included, only the royal family and Manzhou are counted, there are really only seventeen!"

Zhang Zhidong paused and said as a treasure, "There are thirteen people in the Daoguang Dynasty, including two Jinshi in the second year of Daoguang, one is Wenzhongtang, and the other is Engui, who moved to the cabinet, and he had long passed away as the Minister of the Interior Department. In the sixth year of Daoguang, there was only one person, Linkui, who had entered the Military Affairs Office four years ago. In the nineth year of Daoguang, one was Lord Quanqing, and the other was Lord Wuren; in the thirteenth year of Daoguang..."

Before Zhang Zhidong finished speaking, Wen Xiang whispered: "Fuji!"

"That's right," Zhang Zhidong nodded and continued: "Mr. Chongshi was a Jinshi of Gengxu in the 30th year of Daoguang. In short, as long as most of the people who are alive are in high positions, even if they are expelled, they will be expelled as governor or even the Minister of the Secretariat. Master, you are one of them, how could the emperor not use you? With so many people of the same origin and high positions, what are you worried about?"

Wen Xiang was really a mystery to the authorities. After hearing what Zhang Zhidong said, he suddenly realized why Wen Qing was dismissed so many times and was able to recover. One reason was that Wen Qing was a rare official Jinshi among Manchus, and the other was that he had the help and care of Manchus who were also from a regular Jinshi.

Qingxian took over the conversation and said meaningfully: "Although Sushun always scolds us Manchu bastards, he only knows how to make money. However, the Qing Dynasty is the country of our Manchus. The emperor cannot fully value Han people, and no Manchus can use any Manchus. And the emperor wants to use Manchus, and if you don't use a master, who can you be a Jinshi like you?"

Wang Naizeng reacted and couldn't help but sigh: "Xiaoda, you are really a bystander."

Wen Xiang even pondered: "So I have to walk around with Quanqing, Waren and other adults in the future."

"This is natural," Zhang Zhidong couldn't help but say, "Zhidong thought the emperor would not use Baizhongtang again for no reason. Now Baizhongtang is in charge of the Ministry of Revenue. Sushun is the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue and the Censor of the Left Chief Censor. The battle between them cannot be decided in one or two years, so there is no need to worry about Sushun."

This period of time in the court was really lively.

Bai Wei, who had been sitting on the bench in Rehe for two years, was just promoted to the Minister of Revenue. He was impeached because there was a sentence in the thank-you note that he was not in line with his meaning. The censors who impeached Bai Wei were the censors who were very close to Sushun.

Thinking that Bai Wei was not a vegetarian, he would definitely fight back next time. Wen Xiang felt that Zhang Zhidong's words made some sense. He was thinking about finding some reason to visit Quanqing, the Minister of Works, and other officials from the Jinshi who were from the Ministry of Works. Enjun, who went to the palace to deliver a memorial in the morning, rushed back in a hurry. As soon as he saw everyone, he said anxiously: "Congratulations to Lord Wen, for congratulating Lord Wen, the emperor has not forgotten you, the emperor has not forgotten you!"

"What congratulations are there? Don't be anxious, just say it slowly." Wen Xiang stood up subconsciously.

Enjun wiped his sweat and grinned, "Just as soon as he handed over the letter and was about to come back, Eunuch Liu pulled me to congratulate you, saying that the emperor promoted you and Lord Han to the Taishu Shaoqing, and that the Military Affairs Office was drafting an order. When the emperor's decree came, you and Lord Han would be the second officials of the court!"

Wen Xiang couldn't believe it was true and asked: "Which Lord Han?"

"Master Han, he is now the fourth-grade top-tier leader. Why don't he shout Lord Han?"

"My fourth brother is coming back?" As soon as Enjun finished speaking, Big Head, who was guarding the door, asked anxiously.
Chapter completed!