Chapter 355 Let's Die Together
Zhou Bo was also looking at the list below.
Jiang Yizhou asked, "Brother Zhou, where do you want to go?"
The two of them met in the past few days. After getting to know each other, they felt that the other party was quite to their liking and could be said to be hitting it off at first sight.
Zhou Bo replied, "I want to work as a clerk in the government. Brother Jiang, what about you?" He was a lawyer himself, so working in the government office was the right job for him.
Jiang Yizhou hesitated for a moment and said, "I want to go to the county magistrate's office and be a retainer." He knew that the government had a lot of work, and with his photographic memory, he would definitely have to do a lot of work there. Being a retainer and staff member of Lord Lu should mean less work, right?
"That's good." Zhou Bo respected his choice.
Such conversations often occur behind the red walls and red lists.
The three lists give capable and talented people three choices.
For ordinary people, all three are excellent opportunities.
County Magistrate Lü Desheng's recruitment of retainers and staff was more like a supplement to the government's recruitment. Those who were capable but had limitations in their social status or other areas, unable to pass the government's requirements and become official officials, could also turn around and work hard to become Mr. Lü's retainers and staff.
But each person can only register for one place, because the examination times for these three places are the same, and there is no point in registering for more than one place.
Before the exams even begin, all job seekers face their first dilemma: how to choose between the two. To make this decision, they need a clear understanding of themselves.
Gu Er returned to the South the day after his conversation with Master Ji.
On the advice of his trusted butler, Young Master Ji decided to return to the South with Gu Er.
Before going back, Young Master Ji handed the remaining silver to Wu Ren, asked him to look after it and help the Ji family invest it, and then hurried off to chase after the man.
Wu Ren took the key and opened the No. 1 room reserved by Young Master Ji. He saw a box full of gold and silver. His men counted them and found that there were about 50,000 to 60,000 of them.
Wu Ren laughed. Look, what trust is. This is trust. Comparing Young Master Ji and Gu Eryi, the difference is obvious. Young Master Ji trusts them so much, they won't let him lose.
Chang'an, Imperial Palace
Emperor Song Mo was reviewing memorials in the imperial study, accompanied by Zhang Xian and Zuo Anmin.
Song Mo had been in a good mood recently. The problems in the South had been resolved. The palace was selecting a concubine and empress, and he would be married by the end of the year. This meant that by the beginning of next year, when the imperial seal was opened, he would be able to rule the country himself. By that time, it would have been two years since the Emperor's death.
He was in a good mood and when he found that Lu Desheng had handed him a memorial, he opened it with interest.
Song Mo finished reading it quickly, "Well, Liaodong County is going to set up a college?" Lu Desheng said on the memorial and asked him to write a title.
Zhang Xian, standing by, immediately said, "Your Majesty, Lord Lu is quite discerning. Why don't you write a poem for him?"
Song Mo's handwriting was indeed good, and he was always proud of it. During those days of forbearance, he relied on copying books to get by.
Zuo Anmin curled his lips and said, "Bah, you flatterer!"
Song Mo was in a very good mood. He thought, "Okay, I'll do as Mr. Zhang Ai said. Come, please prepare the writing brush and ink!"
At Song Mo's command, the young eunuchs came forward, one replaced the ink for him, and the other laid paper for him.
He took a wolf hair brush and began to dip it in ink.
Not long after, he wrote the four big words "Liaodong Academy".
"Good handwriting!" Zuo Anmin was the first to praise.
Zhang Xian followed closely, "It is indeed a beautiful calligraphy, with dragons and snakes flying and the brush moving like a swimming dragon!"
Looking at the calligraphy, Song Mo was also very satisfied. "After the ink dries, have someone send it to Lu Desheng quickly over 600 miles."
Previously, Xie Zhan had completely solved the Southland issue for him, saving the treasury from grain and silver, and even earning him a gold mine, earning him millions in cash. Now, Liaodong County was planning to establish an academy. Establishing an academy was a contribution to education, and it was also one of his achievements as emperor.
However, Song Mo's good mood did not last.
He had just invited the two ministers to have lunch together when the eunuch came hurriedly with an expression of inexplicable horror on his face.
"Your Majesty, this is bad."
Zuo Anmin scolded, "How dare you! Don't speak nonsense in front of the emperor!"
Song Mo was also very unhappy.
When Zuo Anmin scolded the eunuch, he fell to his knees and slapped himself twice, "This slave deserves to die, this slave deserves to die."
Song Mo raised his hand to stop him from continuing to fan, "Alright, tell me, what are you so scared of?"
"Your Majesty, the Nanyang Earth Dragon has turned over!"
Song Mo stood up suddenly, shocked, "What?!"
Zuo Anmin and Zhang Xian were also surprised. They couldn't help but look at each other, then looked away in disgust. But they both fell silent in tacit understanding.
Song Mo paced back and forth, feeling anxious and uneasy.
The disaster in the south had just passed when an earthquake struck Nanyang. This wicked God couldn't bear to see him have a single happy day! I don't know how many people were affected by the disaster. I hope it's not too serious, otherwise he will have to issue an edict of remorse. This is only the second year of his reign!
Zuo Anmin rolled his eyes, took the tea from the table, walked over and handed it to Song Mo, "Your Majesty, don't panic, drink some tea to calm your nerves."
Song Mo took it unconsciously, drank it, and then came to his senses, "Lord Zuo, what should we do about this?"
Zuo Anmin: "Your Majesty, Lord Zhang has been on a tour of duty and has extensive experience in local governance. I remember there was an earthquake in Changli, where he governed?"
Zhang Xian's eyes suddenly widened when he heard this, and he looked at Zuo Anmin with a cold look!
You bastard, you are harming me!
Song Mo looked at Zhang Xian, "Lord Zhang, what do you think?"
Zhang Xian knew he couldn't back down or shirk responsibility at this moment. As the Emperor's favorite, he couldn't hide when the Emperor was in serious trouble and looking at him. If he hid when it was time to take responsibility, wouldn't that mean he didn't care about the Emperor's life or death? If he didn't care about the Emperor's life or death, then he was not far from death.
"Your Majesty, I am willing to share your worries and take orders to go to Nanyang to handle this matter!" Zhang Xian immediately expressed his opinion.
Song Mo was very pleased with his attitude. He walked over to Zhang Xian and patted him on the shoulder. "Lord Zhang, you're doing well. Is there any difficulty in going to Nanyang?"
"Your Majesty, could you please assign me a deputy to assist me in governing Nanyang?"
"Can."
Zuo Anmin suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Your Majesty, Lord Zuo is very capable. Please let him accompany me to Nanyang." Zhang Xian cursed in his heart, Zuo Anmin, you bastard, even if I die, I will drag you down with me!
Now it was Zuo Anmin's turn to widen his eyes!
Song Mo looked at Zuo Anmin, thoughtfully, "Lord Zuo, what do you think?"
Zuo Anmin's face was stiff. "Your humble servant obeys your orders."
Damn it, you shot yourself in the foot! Zhang Xian, you're so cruel!
Zhang Xian sneered, come on, let’s die together!
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