"Okay, okay, okay."
The emperor said three good things in a row, praising the oil-pressing technique and the article written by Bangchui. He also praised the last sentence.
He looked at the signature, which was written by Zhang Zihan.
You praised again: "Zhang Zihan, you are wrong. There is also Song Jinxiu. There is such a wonderful woman among the people. Her ideological awareness is inferior to that of our princess. You are wrong."
Everyone was looking at the picture of children playing, and when they heard the emperor applauding, they thought he was praising the other two paintings.
I also heard the emperor praise Zi Han and Song Jinxiu. Which adult's child is this? Actually caught the emperor's eye?
Ouch, this is really infuriating. When I get home I have to urge the younger generation at home to grow up a bit and let me show off my talents!
There was Zhou Kunran, who knew that the emperor was praising the memorial.
He is a person who loves painting. He was born a military general and likes to show off his literary taste.
As for vegetable oil, his family often eats it. Although sesame oil is scarce and rapeseed oil is expensive, he can still afford it to buy it for his master in the Shangshu Mansion.
Therefore, he thought that although the oil pressing technique was good, Su Mo's merit turned into a fault because of the rapid delivery.
He said in a clear voice: "Your Majesty, I impeach the Duke of Zhenguo for knowingly breaking the law and using express delivery for personal use. He should be severely punished."
The emperor was very pleased after seeing the memorial and the painting. He waved his hand and smiled, "We'll talk about Su Mo's merits and demerits later."
He then said to the crowd, "Everyone, take a look at this memorial first, and these two paintings. Don't damage them, or I will frame them."
Zhou Kunran was depressed. What does it mean to talk about it later? He submitted this memorial in the court, asking you to appreciate calligraphy and painting, and asking the emperor to convict Su Mo.
But the emperor said, let's talk about it later, so what about him?
However, the ministers were talking more and more excitedly, and their expressions of applause and cheers were...
These shameless people have no bottom line in flattering the emperor.
What do you know, huh? The emperor praised you for a few words, and you just took advantage of him? We have another oil press workshop in Cangwu. Is it that serious for you?
As for these two shabby paintings, should we eat them or drink them? To fight, you need people and things. To hang a painting on the tip of a spear, will you repel the enemy?
What a bunch of ignorant people, playing with things and losing their ambition.
Zhou Kunran was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, but he knew in his heart that he had got what he wanted this time.
Sure enough, the emperor did not pursue Su Mo's fault. Instead, he sent the Minister of Works and the Ministry of Revenue to a remote Lunshan County in Kunzhou to investigate the art of squeezing.
But in Songjia Village, the yellow soybean oil is in short supply.
Songjia Village was bustling with people and vehicles. Even the county magistrate was alarmed.
The whole Songjia Village was in an uproar when the news came that the county magistrate was coming to Songjia Village to inspect the people's conditions.
Mr. County Magistrate, this is the parent official of Lunshan County. The parent official is coming to see them. From the sixty-year-old man to the little child, everyone is excited.
At this time, an enlarged meeting of the clan elders was being held at the village head's home.
The reason why it is called an enlarged meeting is that in addition to the elders of the clan, there were also the head of the village, Song Jinxiu, Song Qingshan, Song Mangu and other technical backbones of the oil press workshop who came to the meeting.
No one was too excited about the county magistrate's visit. Instead, they all looked worried.
The head of the village sighed and said, "Our business has just opened. The county magistrate is here to inspect. Do you think we can just do business and make money in peace?"
Song Qingshan frowned and said, "When the county magistrate comes, he will definitely go into the oil press workshop to take a look. Then, is our oil press technique still a secret?"
Song Jinxiu said: "No matter whether he wants to get promoted for his achievements or just want a piece of the pie. Since he is here, he must visit the oil press workshop."
Seeing that she was calm and composed, the old clan leader asked, "Does Xiu-ya-tou have any way to deal with this?"
Song Jinxiu laughed and said, "What can I do? It's ugly to see that County Magistrate Wang is eating.
If he wants to embarrass us for the sake of political achievements, it will be good for you, me and everyone else, and he will just follow him. But if the lion opens his mouth too high, then for us, our oil pressing technology has been reported to the court, without the emperor's order, we dare not promise him anything. ”
Song Mangu slapped his thigh and said, "Yes, answer him like this."
The old man glared at his son and said, "After all, he is the county magistrate. If we offend him, we must offend him. If the county magistrate is in charge now, we will have to live under him in the future."
The old clan leader nodded, looked at Song Jinxiu and said, "Girl, Great Grandpa is old. When the county magistrate comes, I'm afraid he won't be able to do what he wants. Would you like to be the acting clan leader and accompany your second grandfather to welcome the county magistrate?"
As soon as the county magistrate leaves, he will formally abdicate.
Song Jinxiu was startled. "Me? Great-great-grandfather, Uncle Qingshan and Uncle Qi are here, so I'd better hide in the back and watch the fun, right?"
Song Qingshan laughed and said, "You are really hiding. This oil press workshop was built by you. I will listen to you about what needs to be done."
As for pushing Song Jinxiu to be the patriarch, everyone had made it known.
Song Mangu said, "Don't be afraid. If you have anything to say, just tell me. Uncle Qi will lead the charge."
Song Jinxiu looked at the elders again and saw that everyone nodded and smiled at her, so she bit her tongue and said, "Okay, I will stand beside Second Grandpa from now on. Help Second Grandpa."
Although I like it, I still have to do enough and beautiful work to welcome the county magistrate.
What the old man said was right, they were making a living under someone else's jurisdiction, so they still had to maintain a good superficial relationship.
It was a sunny day, with runners on both sides clearing the way, and the county magistrate, Lord Wang, drove slowly in with a carriage.
The county magistrate's carriage stopped at the entrance of the village.
"Welcome, welcome. A warm welcome."
The children from the private school stood on both sides of the road, each holding a bunch of small wild flowers picked by the roadside and swaying. The sound is loud and uniform.
The village head, Song Jinxiu, led a group of villagers and they were all waiting here with smiles on their faces.
As soon as Magistrate Wang got off the carriage, he was in a very good mood due to the warm welcome he received.
The village head ran over to greet him, "Your Excellency the County Magistrate has come to visit us. Our Songjia Village is honored."
Song Jinxiu looked at this official.
He is of medium build and a little overweight. He was chatting with Song Lizheng with a smile on his face, and his attitude was very approachable.
It was Song Jinxiu who saw through his daughter's hypocrisy and disguise, and was completely convinced by his approachable appearance.
The county magistrate got off the carriage, and everyone else in the carriage behind him got off, a crowd of more than ten people.
After the introduction, Song Jinxiu was finally enlightened.
Following the county magistrate came the county magistrate and the clerk. Dianshi, tax ambassador...
These are all regular officials in the county.
What surprised Song Jinxiu was that there was a Yin-Yang training officer in the county government.
In addition to the Yin-Yang training officer, there is also a medical training department, which is in charge of all the doctors and veterinarians in the county. It is equivalent to the director of the county hospital!
It makes sense for the dean to follow.
But why are there still monks and Taoists here?
Song Jinxiu was very curious.
The county magistrate went on a trip with a group of officials, and also brought a big monk, a small Taoist priest, and a Feng Shui master. Kangxi's incognito visit would not have been so grand, right?
The old patriarch tapped her with his cane behind him, indicating that it was time to pay her respects.
Song Jinxiu bent her body symbolically, but her eyes secretly looked at the old monk and the Taoist priest. I wonder if they come here to beg for alms or...
Zhu Hui frowned. This girl, if she wants to look at you, she can only look at you openly. Instead, she takes a sneak peek, which makes him feel uneasy.
The old monk said in a clear voice: "I am Zhuhui, nice to meet you, young donor."
His voice was so soft that it immediately attracted the attention of County Magistrate Wang.
Song Jinxiu frowned: This old monk is very authentic.
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