Emperor Sui Yang

Chapter 70

Fang Xuanling's home in Daxing is a small house located in a dilapidated alley.

Regardless of the small size of the house, his father spent a lot of money to buy it back then. This is a place in the capital where every inch of land is expensive.

There are six servants who stay here to serve him.

His father, Fang Yanqian, wanted his son to study hard in Daxing, so among the six servants, one was a housekeeper in his sixties, and the other five were yellow-faced women in their 50s and [-]s.

As for the young maid in the original mansion, Fang Yanqian took her to Changge County (now Changge City, Henan).

Although Fang Xuanling won a Jinshi, to be honest, it felt like he didn't win. If he didn't take the Jinshi exam, it wouldn't be too difficult for him to find a ninth-rank official.

So he felt that the pearl was covered with dust, and he was depressed and hopeless.

Fang Xuanling had nothing to do all day long, and it was meaningless to stay at home, so he spent most of his time wandering around Daxing like a street runner, and made quite a few friends.

After returning home that day, the old housekeeper handed him the transfer document sent by the official department.

Fang Xuanling's eyes lit up instantly.

This document is familiar to him. The last time he was transferred back to Daxing from Xi (xi) city, it was also this kind of document. Could it be that the grandfather in Changge County secretly organized activities for him?
So he ran back to the study in a hurry, lit the oil lamp, and picked out the sealing wax.

"Recorder?"

"Hedong Prince's Mansion Records?"

Is this an official of the county palace?

Fang Xuanling was stunned
The recorder of the palace is from the seventh grade, which is higher than his current grade, but Fang Xuanling is definitely not happy about it.

Although I am just a Yuqiwei right now, I am still at the feet of the emperor, and I will have a chance in the future, but if I become an official of the palace, if they refuse to release him in the future, I will be chained for the rest of my life.

This is a county king, not a prince, there is a big difference between the two.

What's more, the faction between the ruling and opposition parties has become a fire and water situation, and the King of Hedong is the son of Yang Guang, the King of Jin.

It's really not good.

Suddenly, Fang Xuanling felt that it would be good to be a feather captain.

But the transfer order has come down, and it is not appropriate for him not to visit him.

Early the next morning, Fang Xuanling boarded the only carriage in the family and headed for Prince Jin's Mansion.

In fact, Yang Ming didn't go out today, but was waiting for Fang Xuanling at home.

He calculated that this kid should have received the transfer order, and since he has received it, he must come to meet his new leader.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, someone from the palace came to report, and someone asked to see him.

Yang Ming ordered the other party to be taken to a living room in the mansion.

"It's you?"

When Fang Xuanling saw the half-familiar face coming in from the door, he stood up abruptly, after a long pause, he couldn't help but smile wryly:
"Don't tell me, you are the King of Hedong?"

Yang Ming waved his hand, signaling him to sit down, and then sat down opposite Fang Xuanling himself:

"I heard that brother Xuanling has been free recently, and there is a vacancy in my house, so I only asked for someone from the official department. Brother Xuanling, don't blame me for being abrupt."

Abrupt?This is obviously frightening, I am really unlucky, if I had known, I would not drink your two jugs of wine that night, what about this?
Fang Xuanling repeatedly said, "Don't dare not dare".

"How is it? When can brother Xuanling take office?" Yang Ming smiled.

I don't want to go. Fang Xuanling said with a serious face: "I have little virtue and talent, and I am so ashamed to be favored by Your Highness. I am afraid that I will not be able to do the job. I have not closed my eyes since I was transferred last night. I am really afraid of delaying the important affairs of the palace. Ashamed of Your Highness."

Yang Ming realized that the other party was saying: I can't do it, can you change it?
After hearing this, Yang Ming's facial expression did not change, he just looked out of the hall,
"Brother Xuanling, please look!"

Yang Ming pointed to a withered jujube tree in the courtyard, and said slowly:
"This jujube tree has gradually become withered since last year. The branches and leaves turned yellow and collapsed. I once asked someone to treat it. The person said that the roots and branches need to be pruned, and the soil should be replaced to replenish fertilizer."

"The king said to the man at that time, you just go and cure it, if you can't cure it, I will bury you in the ground as fertilizer."

Hearing this, Fang Xuanling couldn't help swallowing, he naturally heard the threat in the other party's words.

Yang Ming continued: "My lord was just joking at the time, but that man was terribly frightened. He guarded this jujube tree every night and took good care of it. Within a month or so, the new shoots of the jujube tree sprouted and revived. My lord I rewarded him with two hundred coins on the spot, Brother Xuan Ling, do you think the two hundred coins are worth it?"

Good boy, didn't I just drink two jugs of wine from you?You remember it well.

"It's worth it! It's very worth it," Fang Xuanling thought in his heart, what would happen if he said it wasn't worth it?

Yang Ming smiled, and asked again: "When can brother Xuanling take office?"

"After three days, I can take office," what else could Fang Xuanling say?If he didn't go, he was afraid that he would be buried.

Yang Ming got up and raised his hands and said, "Then congratulations to brother Xuanling. Three days later, there will be a cart of fine wine with brother Xuanling, and we will go to Hedong together."

Fang Xuanling hurriedly got up to return the salute: "Your Highness loves you, Xuanling should do her best."

After sending Fang Xuanling away, Yang Ming called Xu Jing over again:
"Which of the drinks sold in the capital are not bad?"

Xu Jing thought it was Yang Ming who bought it himself, so he said: "In the old Wei Dynasty, Liu Baituo, a man from Hedong, made the 'spring mash'. This wine was loved by nobles in Daxing and Luoyang."

"What's the price?" Yang Ming asked.

Xu Jingdao: "Sixty yuan a catty,"

It's too expensive. It seems to be more expensive than wine. A pot of wine costs three or two catties.

Yang Ming said again: "Is there any cheaper one?"

"Why does master need to buy wine?" Xu Jing asked strangely: "There are many privet, flower carvings, and Shaoxing yellow that the prince brought back from Jiangdu in the cellar in the mansion. Master wants to drink, so you can go and get it."

That's my father's cellar, I can drink it, but I don't dare to take out a cart to give away.

Besides, didn't Fang Xuanling claim to be poor in virtue and talent?Then you can't drink good wine.

Yang Ming said: "How about this, you take a carriage to go out, just find the cheapest wine in the street market to fill the cart, and set off with Fang Xuanling in three days."

"Oh, so the master is going to give it away, so I understand,"

Xu Jing had been by Yang Ming's side since he beat Yang Ming, so he naturally knew what Yang Ming meant, so he set up a cart and horse in the palace, called three or five house slaves, and went to Lifang, the southernmost part of Daxing.

There are cheap wines in Dongshi and Xishi, but they are definitely not the cheapest in Daxing.

The cheapest is in the south of the city, where you can buy a catty for five dollars.

Xu Jing understood Yang Ming,
So when he found a wine shop in the south of the city that was not very popular but had an excellent business, he directly said to the boss:
"Let's load the car, mix a catty of wine with three liang of water."

Three days later, Yang Ming saw Fang Xuanling off in person, took out four jars of flower carvings from his father Yang Guang's cellar, and asked Fang Xuanling to give two of them to Dou Qing, the prefect of Hedong County, and the other two to the governor of Hedong County. Li Jing.

Fang Xuanling glanced at the four jars of hardcover fine wine, and then at his cart full of yellow clay jars, feeling a sense of gap in his heart.
This is the fine wine you gave me?

Are you too picky?

(End of this chapter)