Uncle Guo, your heart thief has been promoted again

Chapter 230 Digging a Pit
Zhao Qianming felt that the answer was worth it.

Although the people at the top are awesome, the work is still done by them, the small officials below.

There are really only a handful of wealthy households like the Jiang family who have been on good terms with Master Shangshu but do not manage the officials below.

Zhao Qianming even felt that the Jiang family was tricked by a mere fifth-rank female official and lost their qualifications as an imperial merchant just because they couldn't see the importance of a small official.

Now that he finally thinks of currying favor with him, the head of Duzhi, the Jiang family has opened up their minds.

Although he thought so in his heart, he still had to be modest, so when he took the receipt, he hesitated with a smile and said, "Of course it should be, but it's just too unfair to Mr. Jiang."

"Hey?"

Jiang Baoyu interrupted him, and said with a smile: "My lord has not moved here for so many years, is it because of lack of ability? I don't need to go into details with my lord to explain the truth of being clumsy in the officialdom."

Zhao Ganming understood at once.

Although Du Zhi's head is not of high grade, he is a fat job.

He is in charge of the allocation and dispatch of the wealth of the officials of Shendu, which is equivalent to the God of Wealth of the entire Shendu. How much money is taken from him, and the amount of money that is scraped casually is an amount that ordinary people dare not even think about. .

How could such a good job be handed over to others?

It's not that there are opportunities around him that can make him skyrocket all these years, so why don't he turn a blind eye and let him go out?
As for being an official, the higher you climb, the more painful you will be when you fall. It would be better to be a fifth-rank official who can’t bear much responsibility, but can still have a little prestige, and be able to be safe and honored to serve as an official. up.

The more Zhao Ganming thought about it, the more he felt that Jiang Baoyu was his confidant.

He no longer doubted Jiang Baoyu's sincerity at all, and happily wrote a receipt to Jiang Baoyu.

He was just about to write, but Jiang Baoyu interrupted him.

"Wait a minute, my lord. The Double Ninth Festival is approaching. If the refugees want to perform art for the emperor, they will naturally need colorful clothes. The Nursing Home is short of manpower, so it is too late to ask the embroiderer to do it now. It is better to go directly to the clothing store to buy it.

Xiaguan thinks that the adults can directly write Zhang Caiyi’s receipt to Xiaguan, and write down that these colorful clothes are donated by Duzhisi, which can better reflect Duzhisi’s strong support for the Nursing Home. The people in the courtyard are inferior to each other, and the emperor also has face. "

"Donate the colored clothes directly?"

Zhao Qianming hesitated a little. The Duzhi Division has always distributed money but not goods. Even though occasionally, for convenience, it would directly transfer grain to the warehouse department to send to the nursing home, there is no precedent for directly distributing clothes.

Otherwise, the palace would not have sent a female official from the Shangfu Bureau to make winter clothes for the refugees.

Besides, he didn't understand the matter of Caiyi. Their Duzhi Division was just a name for this matter. In fact, Jiang Baoyu was in charge of everything. If something happened, who should it be?
Jiang Baoyu naturally saw Zhao Qianming's concerns, and immediately reassured him, saying: "The lower officials know what your lord is worried about, but you don't think about it, what do you do when you leave the palace and come to the Nursing Home?

If something happens to these colorful clothes, what good will it do for the lower officials?This is a great opportunity to show his face in front of the emperor. The lower officials did not want to enjoy the credit alone, so they brought the adults along. If the adults don't appreciate it, then forget it. "

As Jiang Baoyu said, he pulled back the receipt in Zhao Qianming's hand, stuffed it into his sleeve and said, "I just need to let the official say nothing about today's matter."

Seeing that Jiang Baoyu was about to leave, Zhao Ganming dragged him back with coaxing and boasting, and wrote several receipts according to Jiang Baoyu's request without saying a word. In the middle, I finally feel at ease.

"Then I'm just waiting for good news from Mr. Jiang?"

"My lord, don't worry," Jiang Baoyu said with a smile, "I will tell you later that the supplies for this time will be arranged by my lord myself."

"Very good, very good!"

A major matter was solved so easily, Zhao Qianming was in a good mood at the moment, after personally sending Jiang Baoyu out of the Yamen, he stood in front of the door and watched her get into the carriage in Mingyue Tower.

Just when the person he sent to check Jiang Baoyu's identity came back after receiving the imperial decree, he asked someone to come forward and speak.

"My lord, I have found out that the new female officer in the Nursing Home is indeed the second lady of Yongfubo's Mansion. She is really rich. I heard that from last night to this morning, she has rewarded him casually." Three golden locks."

As the yamen servant spoke, the corners of his mouth were about to bleed, and he counted with his fingers: "The young one did a rough calculation, based on a bag of thirty gold coins, the three big bags also have more than 600 taels of silver."

Zhao Ganming's eyes were straightened when he heard this, and he couldn't help poking his head in the direction of Jiang Baoyu's carriage, thinking that the richest man is the richest man, no wonder he donated tens of millions of taels of silver to repair the canal without blinking his eyes.

In this way, spending that little money to dress up the refugees to make the emperor happy is really nothing.

Thinking of this, he was completely relieved, but when he turned around and saw the yamen servant who had never seen the world, he still couldn't help reprimanding him: "Look at your talent, and don't even look at where we are. Many, can we still have more than our Duzhisi?”

Who knows that this yamen servant is also straightforward, and immediately retorted: "How can this be compared, my lord? No matter how much money we have here, it is still the emperor's. Does it have anything to do with our money? The people's money is actually our own."

Jiang Baoyu didn't care much about what the master and servant said. She had already done all the digging and burying of mines, and now she had to see if it was worthwhile for the refugees in the nursing home to continue doing something. up.

So after going to Mingyue Building to return the carriage, she didn't go back directly to Canglan Pavilion, but entered the Nursing Home through the back door, and went directly to meet those refugees.

After a lot of tossing around by the boys this morning, the entire Nursing Home and even the passers-by around know that a rich master has come to the Nursing Home, a female official sent by the palace to make winter clothes for everyone .

Now seeing her standing in the crowd wearing life clothes, everyone stopped their movements and looked at her, but they didn't dare to rush towards her like last night.

After all, the common people are afraid of being an official, and they have escaped all the way, and they have rarely seen good officials who do not send troops to drive away refugees.

Even Nangong Lin, who was willing to take them in, was very fierce. If they dared to make a mistake, they would starve and suffer from cold, and even be kicked out of the nursing home.

Their homes were ruined, they had nowhere to go and they had no low status. If they were really kicked out, they would really have no way to survive.

But this is just what most people think. There are always one or two people who are not afraid of death or who really can't survive. After hesitating again and again, they still rushed over, knelt down at Jiang Baoyu's feet and said: " My lord, please do me a favor and give us another bite, our Erya really can't hold on anymore, if this continues, she will really starve to death."

Jiang Baoyu took a closer look, and it was the mother and daughter who were the first to pounce on last night.

The little girl named Erya almost lost consciousness, she was pulled awake abruptly by this woman, she opened her eyes and saw Jiang Baoyu standing in front of her, she kowtowed her head mechanically without even thinking about it.

"Please, give me a stutter, my lord."

(End of this chapter)