A piece of paper

Magistrate Xiong stretched out his hand to take the tea cup, "I didn't go to that girl - I didn't prohibit other people from continuing to make rice paper with paintings, nor did I stipulate that only Chen Ji could make and sell this rice paper. I acted according to the rules. , you don’t have to give me a hat."

Mrs. Zhou turned around and put the tea cup on the square table: an old man with a harsh mouth does not deserve the tea soup served by his own hands.

Magistrate Xiong smiled and raised his beard in an extremely relaxed manner, "Hey! Don't believe it, I have never participated in the disputes between merchants. I have my own considerations for today's facts."

Mrs. Zhou waited for him to finish shaking off the basket.

Magistrate Xiong took a sip of the warm Luo Han Guo tea soup and said, "The chief supervisor of the Internal Affairs Department came to Xuancheng Mansion at the beginning of the month and traveled in casual clothes. I only got the news later."

The Secretary of Internal Affairs is in search of tributes for the palace, and does not usually go out. Most of the time, it is only for important events such as the birthday of a saint or a queen, the accession of a new emperor to the throne, or the birth of the eldest son, that he will leave the capital to hunt for treasures incognito.

Zhou frowned, "The saint's birthday is in August, it has already passed. The emperor's eldest son is also 12 years old."

Magistrate Xiong waved his hand, interrupting Zhou's thinking, "The situation in the capital is changing in a strange way. I can't guess it in the officialdom, so don't guess it - we just want the Chief Superintendent of the Internal Affairs Department to come to Xuancheng Mansion to look for tribute."

Zhou glanced at Magistrate Xiong and said nothing, knowing that he was slowly clarifying his thoughts while he was talking.

"When the Secretary of Internal Affairs comes to Xuancheng Mansion, he mostly comes for rice paper. In the past few years, we didn't fight over rattan paper or Goguryeo tribute paper, and not a single piece of paper was delivered to the saint's case. The saint can't remember you, so naturally he is appropriating money, I won’t remember you for the good things like setting up an official school, setting up a medical clinic, and dividing prefectures and counties. If I can set up a paper bank to send tributes this year, I, Xiong Ding, will be worthy of Xuancheng Prefecture."

Magistrate Xiong sighed.

This is what I say from the bottom of my heart.

Zhou gently touched her husband's black and white mottled hair.

"Heng Ji is in the transition of power, the old and the young are fighting like a black eye; Bai Ji."

Speaking of Bai Ji, Zhifu Xiong became upset.

A good family must treat their daughter as a commodity.

What is the purpose of sending a 16-year-old girl to the house of a 60-year-old?
His reputation was ruined, his girl was ruined, and there was nothing he could do to help him. He, Xiong Taiping, had been a fourth-grade magistrate for most of his life. He was a small Shuntian Prefecture Prime Minister. When he was in a good mood, he was a bit disrespectful; Hershey, hello?Who are you?
He's afraid of shit!
You still have the courage and nerve to dance in front of him!
Magistrate Xiong said in a deep voice, "Only Chen Ji! But at this time, He Xianjin, who unified Chen Ji, came out and introduced this very bluffing rice paper with carved silk and pictures - even if it was for tribute, I also have to help her improve the quality of this rice paper!"

Zhou nodded understandingly.

If the quality of this drawing paper is really lowered by the Bai family, why should it be treated as a tribute? ?
The road to paying tribute is completely cut off!

Mrs. Zhou smiled, the lines on her face were very kind, "You can save these words and say them to your mother again."

Mrs. Zhou smiled and said, "As soon as that girl heard that Bai Ji came to the door, she immediately looked for me and asked me anxiously. She was very anxious because she was afraid that you wouldn't support shopkeeper He."

Magistrate Xiong also laughed, turned around and told the old man, "Go and give something to Shopkeeper He in your mother's name."

Mrs. Zhou frowned and said, "You old man, you have to bring all the twists and turns of officialdom to the boudoir - you had already made up your mind to protect the Chen family, and you still had to let shopkeeper He Cheng Youniang's wife. Affection!"

Sending things to the Chen family in your mother's name, in the eyes of outsiders, it was your mother who begged for mercy, and Magistrate Xiong turned a blind eye to this matter.

Fei Rang Xianjin owes You Niang a favor.

Magistrate Xiong said cheerfully, "One thing, two favors, no gain at all. Being on good terms with Shopkeeper He will be good for your mother - that girl has more than that."

Mrs. Zhou also laughed, "No matter how promising he is, he is just an imperial merchant. If you are optimistic about Cui Heng, he might be able to earn a commission for you Niang and come back. These two little girls know each other. If we want to talk about support, it is naturally us. My mother-in-law helped shopkeeper He." Not necessarily.

Magistrate Xiong shook his head inwardly.

He had been ups and downs in officialdom for decades, and his intuition told him that something was going on, but he didn't know: For example, why was the original appointment of the magistrate of Jingxian County dismissed, and was replaced by Cui Heng?How did the above know about Cui Heng?For another example, why was the prefect of Anyang Prefecture next door suddenly liquidated?How did the people above know that officials and bandits were colluding?
He is not qualified to know these things.

But somewhere, he always felt that it was not simple.

Ms. Zhou was still mumbling, "As long as Shopkeeper He is a serious member of the Chen family, even if she is just the concubine of the third eldest son of the Chen family, I would still be willing to marry the second eldest son of our family for the sake of her talent. But she is a bastard. Her mother, whose father is unknown, is said to have fled from Qingzhou to our Xuancheng Prefecture. When asked about her husband, she said he was dead and never mentioned his name."

That year in Qingzhou, there was a flood. Many family members died in the floods, leaving orphans and widows to fend for themselves.

In her opinion, shopkeeper He's mother was probably a runaway concubine from a wealthy family. She took advantage of the panic of the master's family and escaped with her daughter. After the situation was settled, she was afraid of being sent back, so she never even mentioned where she came from.

Who dares to ask for such a background?

No matter how provocative, smart or powerful Shopkeeper He was, no matter how much she liked him, she would not dare to propose marriage for her son.

Mrs. Zhou sighed, "What a pity."

Magistrate Xiong glanced at Mrs. Zhou, smiled and joked, "Aunts of your age, the highest praise for a little girl, is that she is willing to take her home as a wife?"

Mrs. Zhou was not happy, "What do we call our age! What do we call an aunt!"

Magistrate Xiong patted his old wife on the back, helped her calm down, and said with a smile, "Stop thinking! If you are willing to ask for marriage, she may not be willing to marry you! - When he was in Jingxian County, Chen Laosan asked Shopkeeper He is married to a girl, and she doesn't have to marry anyone for the rest of her life. When she gets old, the coffin will be sent to the Chen family, and there are many people who are willing to support her until her death."

Mrs. Zhou thought for a while and felt that this was a good way, better than marrying those men who didn't do anything, so she nodded, "Her father does love her."

Xiong Zhifu stroked his beard.

Parents' beloved sons have far-reaching plans for it.

Although Chen Laosan is an unknown person, he does everything for Shopkeeper He. His love for his daughter is touching.

Ten thousand times better than the Bai family.

Thinking of the Bai family, Magistrate Xiong turned to the old man beside him and continued to make arrangements, "By the way, send a ruler to the Zhen family and warn him to educate his children well."

After a pause, he added, "Next month, air tickets for the southern section of Longchuan River will also be opened. Let Zhen You go and submit the documents and make the paperwork beautiful."

The old man wrote it down and left as ordered.

Give him a slap and a sweet date. The slap falls gently, but the sweet date is bigger than a frog.

Zhen Youqian suddenly found his position: being a good thug for Magistrate Xiong is better than anything else.
The simple supplement is more complete.

Good night and sleep everyone.