I have a fortune book

Chapter 64 Inside Story
Zhou Bai had a tacit understanding and didn't ask any further questions, but watched helplessly as the magistrate wiped off the word "tea water".

The county magistrate, Dong Yi, is from Yangyuan County in the northern part of Bei'an County. Because he is an official in another place and has no outstanding achievements and background, he has been the county magistrate in Pingcang County for 20 years.

All the powerful families in the county have a good relationship with him, but they are not too close. When several county magistrates have political conflicts with Zhao, Chen, Qian and others, he can remain neutral.

Such a tumbler, being able to give him such a reminder, obviously values ​​him very much and is good for him.

Do you want me to fight for a chance to write a sacrificial essay? Zhou Bai thought about Dong Yi's life and decided to fight for the chief writer of the sacrificial essay.

After another cup of tea, Ji Hongzhe was finally free to see him, Zhou Bai was about to enter the back hall, and a group of famous people happened to come out from the side corridor.

The two sides met each other face to face, and Zhou Bai knew that these old people were Shi and Yu Zhulao, and he also upheld the etiquette of the juniors and let the old people go first.

The elders smiled and nodded, doubts flashed across their brows, such a handsome young talent is rare in Ping Cang.

Shi and Yu's eyes intertwined. They were both fellow Jinshi and had studied Taoism, so they could clearly see the remnant luck of the court's attention in Zhou Bai.

In this way, the identity should be revealed, the imperial court has just appointed a Yunqi Captain, Zhou Bai.

But what they were even more curious about was that this guy who had just won the case and was awarded the title of Captain Yunqi, did not seem to be very lucky.

Stronger than the natives of the village, comparable to the sons of the family among them, but not as good as the top county tycoons like the Zhao family.

Layers upon layers of white luck is enough, but the red aura of county luck can only be limited to the whole body, so the probability of passing the exam should not be too high.

Maybe I have to stay at home for a few years?
"Xiaoyou Zhou." With various thoughts in mind, Shi Hongmao greeted him first.

"Old Shi, Old Yu..." It was good to just pass by, but why did they say hello? Zhou Bai could only bow his head and say hello again.

After approaching, seeing Zhou Bai's face clearly, Shi Hongmao's attitude became more and more kind: "You are fine, I will talk about it later, the county lord wants to see you."

Before Zhou Bai could react, the elders had already walked out of the hall, so he could only shake his head and walk inside.

What's the situation, this attitude is very ambiguous, I'm not familiar at all, why suddenly treat me like a nephew.

Entering the back hall, I saw Ji Hongzhe, the county venerable, sipping his cup of tea while holding back a smile at him.

"The county lord must have heard it. What exactly does Shi Lao mean? Please enlighten me." Zhou Bai bowed to Ji Hongzhe, as if humbly asking for advice.

"Ahem, Mrs. Shi has a precious granddaughter at home, who is just about to get married, and I guess she has a crush on you." Ji Hongzhe put down his teacup, seeing Zhou Bai's bewildered look, he almost didn't laugh.

Zhou Bai was stunned, cupped his hands and said, "Here, how dare you climb the lintel."

"It's the one like you who is suitable for his historian. You go and find out. The reputation of the County Hao family in the Pingcang historian is not as big as your Zhou family."

"You don't have to worry. I guess the boss doesn't know that you are going to take the provincial exam. If you don't intend to miss the historian, you don't have to worry about offending the historian." Ji Hongzhe waved his hands comfortingly.

"Huh, my nephew really hasn't thought about marriage yet. If your career isn't successful, why worry about it?" Zhou Bai said with a sigh of relief.

It is not easy to form a good marriage in this era, and he has indeed neglected that he has unknowingly become a good marriage partner in Pingcang County.

It's just that he has no parents, and maybe it's not easy for those outsiders with ideas to get in, which makes Shi Hongmao want to ask him to make a side note.

If he wishes, there will naturally be elders in the clan who will take care of him as the patriarch.

"A man's ambition is everywhere, and he hasn't been crowned yet. It's okay to be obsessed with fame and fame. Besides, if you win the top two, you can expect to live forever, and ordinary women..." Ji Hongzhe is very understanding about this.

People will eventually be trapped by the things that young people can't get. He used to be a genius boy, he also looked up to the top two, and he also thought about longevity.

There was a moment of silence in the hall, until Zhou Bai spoke again: "Does the county lord know the inside story of that Jin Guo after he entered Beijing? As far as I know, there seems to be a family in our county involved."

A trace of surprise flashed in Ji Hongzhe's eyes. He took a serious look at Zhou Bai and said, "Don't you understand that the more you know, the more troubled you will be, and even the more dangerous you will be."

"My lord, our family is implementing your land reclamation order, and 120 suitable young men have been selected for repairing the city wall of Kukou Pass." Zhou Bai clasped his hands and said with a serious expression.

He's just expressing his position. It's no fun to stand with you and hide from your allies.

What's more, Zhou Bai himself was the "victim" of that night, and he needed to know deeper information.

"The Marquis of Yinshan is very righteous. At least you and the Qi family have made a lot of achievements. Now he should be living in Shenjing and seeking the support of the emperor or some big noble."

"As for the family in our county that you mentioned, it has hooked up with a prince. The Marquis of Yinshan has no evidence and dare not go after a prince at will." Ji Hongzhe also knew the recent movements of the Zhou family, and immediately decided to tell the inside story he had learned.

"The Zhao family still has such powerful means? That prince stretched his hand really far, wanting to touch the cheese at the border. Also, none of the princes and princes above did anything below." Zhou Bai curled his lips and said.

Ji Hongzhe was a little helpless, this kid spoke unscrupulously, so he glared at Zhou Bai a few times.

Zhou Bai pointed at the top, and it seemed that a layer of light flashed past, which was some kind of soundproofing restriction.

Then he smiled slightly and said, "Here, if you let the conversation leak, then I may really have to consider whether to continue to support you."

"Let's not talk nonsense. I will have a banquet for those county patriarchs later. If there is nothing else, you should get ready to participate in tomorrow's City God Ceremony." Ji Hongzhe suddenly felt that it was really difficult to control this kid, because he really Treat yourself as an ally and treat each other as equals.

Zhou Bai did not retreat immediately, but continued to ask: "Who wrote the memorial to the City God? Can I be the main writer?"

"Accordingly, a famous and respected person is the main writer. This is the sacrificial oration left by the former Shi and Yu Zhu. I don't doubt your poetic talent, but the sacrificial essay?" Ji Hongzhe pointed to a stack of manuscripts on the desk next to him, revealing Doubtful look.

He knew that if the gods favored him, he might have good luck, which was indeed what Zhou Bai needed for Qiu Wei's end.

If the sacrificial text is good enough, you don't need to be highly respected, and you can help if you can. Anyway, the county magistrate personally presides over the sacrificial ceremony.

It's unbelievable that 15-year-old can write an essay on offering sacrifices to gods, because Ji Hongzhe didn't even think about it before, but Dong Yi, an old fritter, insisted on selling this priceless favor.

Faced with doubts, Zhou Bai didn't say much, but went straight to the desk, and wrote with a pen and a pen.

"On April 46th in the [-]th year of Wei Xiangxing, Zhou Baijin, a county resident, offered a memorial ceremony for the shame of the common people..."

(End of this chapter)