Xuancheng Prefecture, prefectural government office, backyard.
Six cups of tea, with smoke rising from them.
Wen Fucheng, who was sitting at the top, was eloquent, and was talking eloquently, "...I heard that the capital was also trying to keep you, but you insisted on coming back. Now that you have returned to Nanzhili, we will gather all the forces of Zhili to make you feel comfortable and happy. If you are willing to open a mountain temple, you can return to Jingxian. Qingcheng Mountain Temple is originally the land of the Qiao family. I usually allocate scholars from Nanzhili to help you take care of it. This time when you come back, I specially find someone to help you repair the mountain from the top to the foot. The original students are scattered all over the place, and I asked the principals of those private schools and official schools to release them all to you. If anyone does not release them, I will hold up the funding for next year;"
Wen Fucheng smiled and raised his hand, casually pointing at Chen Jianfang, "Look, your former favorite disciple will take the imperial examination next year. Now he has been sent to Wang Xuezheng by Lao Xiong to study hard. I asked him to pack it up and send it back to you intact."
Wang Xuezheng:? You and Xiong Ling should be careful. What does this have to do with a Beijing official who was demoted to an outpost?
It's very innocent.
Wang Xuezhen lowered his head and drank his tea innocently.
Chen Jianfang sat upright, his expression obviously stunned.
Xianjin was sitting below him and immediately felt the hesitation of the people around him: gentlemen in the officialdom never say a useless word. Wen Fucheng's words instigated three people, the first of whom was Chen Jianfang, who had switched to someone else's school after his mentor was imprisoned.
Relying on belittling others to elevate one's own actions - what this means is, even though everyone else has run away, do I still remember you, Qiao Fangzhi, and will help you renovate the mountain courtyard?
When Xian Jinguang looked at Wen Fucheng, it was as if he smelled the greasy, smelly odor of a middle-aged man.
After saying this, Wen Fucheng lowered his head, lifted the lid of the teacup and drank his tea, leaving enough time for Qiao Fangzhi to express his gratitude.
Qiao Fangzhi hunched over, put his hands on the wheelchair handles, turned to look at Chen Jianfang, and said in a trembling voice, "...What have you learned now?"
Chen Jianfang immediately stood up with his head bent, "I'm trying to write an article about water conservancy construction."
Qiao Fangzhi nodded tremblingly, "The stuff from the Ministry of Industry is useful if you learn it."
After a slight pause, he said, "They are all real things, much more useful than those stale people who only know how to talk nonsense but do nothing."
Xianjin lowered his head and smiled, the curve of his head just revealing his smooth forehead and straight nose bridge.
Qiao Hui was sitting right opposite Xianjin, looking straight at the girl who was laughing secretly, his eyes were deep, like a zither piece with hidden waves.
Xianjin heard it all, and Wen Fucheng naturally understood it too. He put the teacup aside casually without showing any anger. Seeing that Qiao Fangzhi refused to respond, he smiled and said, "If you don't want to return to Qingcheng Mountain Court for the time being, you can stay in Xuancheng Prefecture or Yingtian Prefecture. If you want to be an official, Yingtian Prefecture and Xuancheng Prefecture have vacancies. It's hard to choose a third-grade official, but there are many fourth-grade officials who are idle and capable. It all depends on where you want to be—"
"If you don't want to be an official, there are several good hot spring resorts in Yingtian Prefecture. I have picked them out for you. They are perfect for your foot injury. When the time comes, I will hand them over to you along with the houses, servants, and land. You can take good care of yourself and recuperate."
Wen Fucheng leaned forward, smiled, and looked at Qiao Hui and Baozhu Huahua who were sitting below him. "Baoyuan, you don't have to worry about your future. Even if you are not granted a title, you will at least be assigned to the Imperial Guard. After you wear the iron hat, you will definitely go to the capital. Your daughter has her hair pinned up, and it is the right age for marriage. Compared with Xuancheng, Yingtian Prefecture is a larger area, and there are many talented young people. Parents who love their children will make long-term plans for them."
Wen Fucheng recalled Qiao Fangzhi's weak words "Jin Jie'er" and shifted his gaze to Xianjin again. "Besides, Shopkeeper He just got the business of the Yingtian Prefecture's autumn examination paper roll. This year's tribute was also recommended by Yingtian Prefecture for her to participate. In the next few years, she will come to Yingtian Prefecture frequently."
A lot of miscellaneous things.
There is only one central idea, which is to ask Qiao Fangzhi to sell the good things of Yingtian Prefecture and go to the territory of Yingtian Prefecture to check in.
Here, Xianjin was a little confused.
Why did Minister Wen work so hard to bring Qiao Fangzhi closer to Yingtian Prefecture?
So the water dungeon wasn't yours? The punishment wasn't yours? Their leader isn't a masochist. After escaping with great difficulty, why did he have to limp to check in "I've visited Qiao Fang's water dungeon for the second time"?
Xianjin frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.
Qiao Hui lowered his head, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Wen Fucheng was still speaking, and the whole hall could hear his official accent with no distinction between tones and prosody.
Qiao Fang was out of breath and raised his hand to signal Chen Jianfang to sit down first. He then narrowed his eyes and waved at Wen Fucheng repeatedly. His tone was like a blocked road, impetuous and blocked. "...Okay, don't say it - your place is too expensive for me, Qiao. I can teach or lie down and have fun. Cheng Bin, as a Fucheng, you are too nosy, aren't you?"
A complex array of colors, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple, flashed across Wen Fucheng's face, like an awkward, colorful auspicious cloud.
Qiao Fangzhi was out of breath, his voice was intermittent, "You want me to accept the favor of Yingtianfu, but I won't. I, Qiao, am not hard at anything except my bones. In front of others and behind their backs, whether it's out of courtesy or in private, I swear that you, Yingtianfu, will never hear a single word of thanks from me, Qiao!"
Xianjin barely controlled his flying facial features: Wen Fucheng is a real dog, Daoer, you are also a real Daoer!
I will hold high the banner for Director Qiao!
Director Qiao is a true wolf warrior with iron blood!
Wen Fucheng's smile was visible to the naked eye, and he said awkwardly, "Brother, you misunderstood me..."
Qiao Fangzhi waved his hand, "There will be no misunderstanding, no misunderstanding, no misunderstanding is possible, there is no point in saying more, now the position of Yingtian Prefecture is vacant, Cheng Bin, you are a noble man and have a lot of things to do, so don't waste your time on me, a lame old man."
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