After ten years of storms, the "Drunkard" pavilion by Jinshui River has accumulated more years of accumulation, and it looks particularly heavy and simple in the bright spring light. The green jade-like willows drooped thousands of silk ribbons, like pairs of small hands brushing away the dust of time falling on the pavilion.

Lu Gongchuo sat in the pavilion, drinking sips after sip, looking bored at the official road not far from the pavilion.

The restaurant in Xu Ping's house is still open on the banks of Jinshui River, and it is still the same old restaurant, or the huge straw shed. The spirits sold inside, the plump pieces of dried meat simmered from heavy soup from high fire, and various refreshing and chewy side dishes have long been famous in this Jinshui River. Ten years ago, people called this place the house of Xu Laoer, who sells wine. Now, people call it the house of Xu Longtu. Why is Xu Longtu's house selling wine here? Many young people can't tell the truth.

A small gray donkey came up from the official road, neither too fast nor too slow. The donkey's temper was obviously not very good, and he sneezed from time to time or even piled up his hooves. The person riding on the donkey was so scared that his face was pale and he hugged the donkey's neck tightly and did not dare to let go.

When he arrived at the restaurant of Xu, a servant hurriedly ran forward, helped hold the donkey and bowed.

The donkey rider came down from the donkey, let out a long breath, and threw a few copper coins to the servant. He sorted out his clothes and looked around. When he saw the "drunk" pavilion by the Jinshui River, his eyes lit up and he ordered the servant to say a few words and walked quickly.

The supervisor here is the servant in front of the door back then. The other old people either have a good place to go or are promoted step by step in the Xu family and have already left Baisha Town. Now the supervisor is also thinking about how to go to Kaifeng City.

Lu Gongchuo looked at the donkey riding man walking to the pavilion, looking a little embarrassed, and couldn't help but smile and said, "Zifei, how do you dress up like this? You're like a small merchant selling goods! There is no one in Xu Ping's family here for a long time, why be so careful!"

Qian Mingyi walked into the pavilion with a confession on his face and saluted Lu Gongchuo: "Brother Lu was joking. The capital is not an ordinary place. How could we come here as soon as we want? If someone with a heart sees it, it will be a big deal!"

"This is just Kaifeng Prefecture, and it's still far from the capital! Come and have a hard time, come and have a drink!"

Qian Mingyi stepped forward and sat with Lu Gongchuo, picked up the glass and drank it all. He put the glass on the table, and Qian Mingyi smacked his lips: "This wine is so powerful! There will never be such a strong wine in other places!"

Lu Gongchuo said: "This Baisha Town is where Xu Ping started his family. Ten years ago, their family offended Liu Taiwei's relative, Ma Jiliang, and moved here to hide from the capital. That Xu Ping was just a playboy in the capital. After arriving here, somehow he changed his mind and devoted himself to studying. After a few years, he went to high school. Because of this relationship, although the Xu family is rich now, this restaurant has been open here, and even the wine and dishes are the same as before. The Xu family was able to recover at that time, so the wine sold here is really not available in other places. Don't underestimate this place, it is very famous in the capital. Cao Wumu Taiwei also came here to drink specifically!"

Qian Mingyi looked at the shop not far away, and there were indeed many warriors coming and going, all from the imperial guard camp not far away. However, Xu Ping is now in the third rank, with a high position and a powerful position, and no one dares to cause trouble here again.

The two sat and talked, and Qian Mingyi asked in a low voice: "Brother Lu, are you here alone? I went to Luoyang to attend the funeral for my uncle. I was not allowed to approach the capital without receiving the imperial edict. It is not a trivial matter to be seen!"

Lu Gongchuo said: "Don't worry, it's dozens of miles away from the capital, and it's hard to go back and forth in one day. Most of the people who come here to drink are the Jinminghe River and the business trips on the official roads. How can you meet people from the court so easily!"

Qian Mingyi was not only a minister of the Song Dynasty, but also a descendant of the royal family of Wu and Yue. He was not allowed to go to the capital without permission. The matter was too big or small. Qian Weiyan had already had a fuss once, and he stopped his thoughts of entering the Political Affairs Hall.

Looking around, seeing that no one noticed this place, Qian Mingyi took out a small bag and put it on the table. He pressed the bag with his hand. Qian Mingyi said to Lu Gongchuo seriously: "What does Xu Longtu think about this matter? I spent countless efforts and could not get the original. The book here was made up by me by contacting people and asked them bit by bit. Although it must be a bit leaked compared to the original, but it is enough to understand what Xu Ping is going to do."

"This book is really so important? I always think you've made a big deal."

Lu Gongchuo was a little distracted, looked at the bag on the table and curled up his lips.

Qian Mingyi carefully opened the bag and said, "Brother Lu, don't treat this matter as a casualty. Xu Longtu has been in this book for one year on Jingxi Road. Moreover, in the past few months since the New Year, according to what I saw in Xijing City, Xu Longtu is obviously different from last year. Last year, I just wanted to repay the ticket for Henan Prefecture, but this year I am not on Jingxi Road!"

When Lu Gongchuo heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "He is a stinky, stinky, and he is not dry. Zhibu is on Jingxi Road. Do you still dare to think about the position of the two palaces? If you can't say this, it won't make people laugh!"

"Not two governments, but Xu Ping said he wanted to do it, who dares to say he can't do it?"

Seeing Qian Mingyi's serious expression, the smile on Lu Gongchuo's face slowly disappeared, and his wrinkles were still frozen on his face. Even a idle man like Qian Mingyi saw the signs. Could it be that Xu Ping really thought? Suddenly, Lu Gongchuo suddenly realized that Xu Ping was the most suitable candidate for the Sansi Envoy, and where was the wine-selling boy from back then. In addition to the qualifications of the prefect, all Xu Ping's qualifications have been completed. The name of financial management is known to everyone inside and outside, and his ability is unquestionable. Even those who waving the flag for Xu Ping were not short of people. When he was the deputy envoy of salt and iron, Xu Ping presided over the abandonment and payment of real money. The middle and lower-level officials received his favors. Even the rewards were particularly numerous that year.

Deputy Envoy Xu was in the third department, and everyone had money to spend. By the end of the month, there was no need to run around the various yamen with a rag bag on his back. He was idle as a minor official in order to order bad tea and fragrant medicine. Since Deputy Envoy Xu left the capital, it was fine in the past few months, but later it slipped towards his original appearance. The promised money for scrap money was gradually not taken seriously, and some messy things were taken as salary. Only officials above the fifth rank had no discounts, so how many people were there? More than 90% of officials did not have this treatment.

Moreover, Chen Zhizhong himself didn't want to continue working in the Sansi anymore, and he was exhausted and couldn't please the whole family.

The above felt that Chen Zhizhong was not able to do the same as before. Before the New Year, the rewards of all officials and soldiers from the southern suburbs caused financial tension. After the New Year, the Zuozangku was in decline. Chen Zhizhong had to go to Zhao Zhen to borrow money from the inner warehouse, which made Zhao Zhen very unhappy. The emperor of the inner warehouse had private money. Yue Zhen had been used to it in the past two years, so why did he let him fill the holes in the outer court? The two governments were even more unhappy. Where did the government do money? If you want to do things, you have no money and no money. How did the Sansi envoy do it? You are the son of Chen Shu, the "real salt and iron" Chen Shu, and even Kou Wei, the remnant of the family.

The officials below had a greater opinion on Chen Zhizhong. When Xu Ping was there, he had abandoned money and paid out real money, plus various subsidies, which was equivalent to giving officials under the fifth rank to a half salary. As a result, if Chen Zhizhong had replaced these benefits, they would soon disappear, and they would go back to the old days more and more. Who could bear it? In the past two years, one plus income, everyone bought industries in the capital, and some were old private usury. After the income was reduced, would they let them sell their children? Don’t think that officials could be dependent on their debts. Those who dare to lend money to you have no background. Crushing a small official is like crushing an ant. If you have more powerful ones, you can just let Kaifeng Mansion come to collect the accounts, which is really shameless to see people.

Thinking of this, Lu Gongchuo put away his previous joking mentality, took Qian Mingyi's bag carefully and looked at the thick stack of books inside. When he opened it and read it, he did copy it privately. Some places were obviously leaked, and Qian Mingyi was still marking it out. He could not contact the senior management of Jingxi Road, which mainly came from lower-level officials and public officials.

After turning it over again, Lu Gongchuo tied the bag, patted it with his hands, and said to Qian Mingyi: "I remember Zifei's achievements in my heart. This book is of great use to my father, and I will repay you in the future!"

Qian Mingyi bowed and said, "How dare you! How dare you!" He was already filled with joy. Lu Yijian has this benefit. He will be rewarded for his contributions. No matter how humble your identity is, he will be rewarded for helping him and will never turn against others.

This is different from Ding Wei. The guy turned his back on his face. From the emperor and the empress dowager to the peddlers, there is nothing that Ding Wei can see directly. Even history, he dares to say that it was written by people. I have the final say that the power of my sons is the one who can keep it forever, and if I let it forever, I will be infamous forever. If there are gods in this world, Ding Wei will definitely try his best to trample the gods under his feet. The world is the only one I am the most. So when Ding Wei falls, no matter how dangerous the others are, even if they go to hell, no one wants to cooperate with him anymore. It is this Ding Wei who has set an example for later generations. Whether it is to compare talent, wisdom, ability, or skill, who dares to say that he is better than him? His fate makes people dare not do bad things to the end. No matter what, it is to stay at the forefront, and there is still a chance to be saved in the future.

Qian Mingyi wore a huge Fan Yang hat, crawled up the gray donkey like a thief, and slowly walked west along the official road. Lu Gongchuo carefully packed up his bags, and looked at the green willows by the Jinshui River, and sometimes orioles were singing happily. The wine shops in the Xu family were coming and going, which was very lively, and whispered: "This book "Rich the Country and the People's Strength" can really make peace in the world? Xu Ping, a wine-selling child, can do such a thing?" 8
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