The wind blows on his body in the late autumn night, and Xu Ping feels a little confused when walking in the corridor in the palace. ￠￡ Many things can be explained clearly in his previous life, but in this era, it is not easy to explain them to others. Now that he is doing things in the Sansi, some fundamental ideas are incompatible with this era. How to combine his knowledge with this era is a big problem.

Shi Quanbin walked in front with a lamp and led Xu Ping out of the palace. When he walked to a secluded place, Shi Quanbin slowed down.

Xu Ping thought about his thoughts and did not pay attention. Soon the two walked side by side.

Shi Quanbin coughed lightly and said to Xu Ping: "Yunxing, are you really sure that Xu Shen can't cast money? The Secretariat has agreed that he will lead someone to cast the drum in the money supervisor."

Xu Ping suddenly felt powerless, calmed down before saying to Shi Quanbin: "President of the Pavilion, Xu Shen cannot cast money, but cannot cast money that is useful. He recruited hundreds of famous craftsmen and spent countless capitals. It is not a strange thing to cast a one-man and two-man stake. But what's the use of this kind of money? A capital is worth a few stakes. Even if he emptys the national treasury, he can't cast the money he wants. Alas, it's equivalent to being able to cast it."

"What Yun Xing said is that as long as they can't make a difference in front of the official family, this matter will be done. Yan Wenying has been so arrogant recently. After this setback, it's okay to temper him."

Seeing that Xu Ping was in a bad mood, Shi Quanbin knew the tactfulness and said nothing more. As long as he confirmed that Yan Wenying could not do this, what does it have to do with him?

When he returned to the capital, Xu Ping always felt that he was having trouble talking to others and was often not on the same channel. No wonder he was a member of the country when he was in Lingnan, and everyone flattered him, but now he has turned around.

When he returned to Chongwen Academy, Han Qi was replaced by Sun Yan and had a good meal with Wang Gongchen and Liu Han. When he saw Xu Ping coming back, he smiled and said, "Why has Yunxing been there for so long? We are almost eating up all the mutton!"

Xu Ping smiled and said, "My home is here, so there are naturally some people to take care of you, you can eat more."

After saying that, he sat down, chatted with the three of them and drank a few glasses of wine.

What he said to the emperor is strictly prohibited from leaking, otherwise it will cause great disgust from the emperor. Han Qi and others all know this rule and consciously do not talk about where Xu Ping was going just now, but just talk about irrelevant topics.

On duty at night, Xu Ping rested the next day, went to the Sansi Yamen to take a random walk, drew a note, and then returned home. Thinking of the conversation with Zhao Zhen last night, he asked himself to use the commercial tax case to compare the price fluctuations in the capital after the reward was given. It was interesting to think about it carefully, and it was a collision of the two eras' views and methods of doing things.

But things are not easy to do. The commercial tax case is not responsible for tax collection. The people who actually collect taxes are from the government. However, only the numbers reported from the government governments cannot find much. If you want to take real samples and count them, Xu Ping has no one to do.

After thinking about it, Xu Ping decided to write a memorial to clarify his plan, write down what kind of manpower and material resources he needs, and what cooperation he needs to provide to Kaifeng Prefecture. Although he could not tell the Secretariat that this was assigned by the emperor, in Sansi, this is not considered meddling in other people's business, and it is also good to save one's own strength.

It was not difficult to ask Xu Ping to write such a report in his previous life, but it took Xu Ping countless brains to write this content in the format of the memorial, and it took him a whole day.

The memorial must pass through the school of the Secretariat, and there is no concept of secret memorials in this era. Xu Ping sent the memorials out, and he was a little nervous, not knowing what the result was. Although he had tried his best to do things according to the format of the memorial, he still couldn't write them completely, so he learned from the methods of the previous generation to add an attachment and even added some forms.

After a day or two, there was no reply from the Secretariat. Xu Ping was not anxious and began to arrange some of the people in the Third Division who had no fixed duties and literacy, gathered up to scatter in the selected places in Kaifeng City to collect price information. His subordinates were in charge of the military case, and all the soldiers under the Third Division were under his control. If he worked hard, he could barely get all the personnel together.

On this day, Xu Ping prepared the information and called several important personnel in his official office to teach them how to visit and how to fill in the information.

Just as he was talking lively, Ren Bu came in from outside angrily, holding Xu Ping's memorial in his hand, and did not even let others avoid it. He shouted loudly: "Xu Ping, you are also a first-class Jinshi. You have been an official for many years. What is this memorial to the Zhongshu? The Zhongshuxing wrote a letter, "The literature and science are absurd, and the words are not clear." Over the years, no first-class Jinshi has ever had such comments!"

Xu Ping looked at Ren Bu and stood there. He felt that although the memorial was not very good, it was at least smooth and smooth, so he could say everything he should say clearly. How could there be such an outrageous evaluation?

Ren Bu said, walked to the table in front of Xu Ping, spread out the analysis and table attached to the back, and said, "Look, what are these, what are these! Where did you learn these messy things? From Sansi, things must be organized clearly, but are there things like you who don't know what you are?"

Xu Ping looked at the memorial he had spent a day in painstakingly scattered on the table in a mess. He didn't know what to say for a moment and stood there stupidly.

Since he came to this world, he was determined to take the Jinshi exam as an official, and Xu Ping studied various knowledge seriously. Speaking of poetry, essays and literary works, Xu Ping was not outstanding, but he would never be too impressed. For the first time in so many years, Xu Ping was pointed at the nose and said this by his superiors.

Only in autumn, when the leaves fall and the cool breeze gradually rises, can the sun make people feel particularly warm.

It was a sunny day today, the sun was very good, and the streets outside the capital were also very lively.

The sunlight came in through the window and shone on Xu Ping, bringing a warm feeling. Xu Ping felt very cold in his heart, and the coldness went all the way to his bones and souls, and could not be expelled no matter what.

Looking back, it has been nearly ten years since I came to this world. Xu Ping felt for the first time that this world was so far away from him, and it really became another world far away.

Once, Xu Ping thought that living in this world was easy, and he had been going well for so many years. Until this moment, he realized that he had not encountered hardships yet, where is the easy world?

Putting the memorials on the table together, Xu Ping preached to Ren: "It's a embarrassment to the deputy envoy. Put it away for me and read it often in the future. Maybe it will grow faster."

No matter how you want to do this, you have to do it well and do it perfectly. If the literature and science are absurd, then it is ridiculous. It is not too late to talk about it after the matter is done.

(Today I was squirted and my mood was a little depressed on a forum. I’ll forgive me if I don’t have any.)
Chapter completed!