My father Zhu Gaoxu

Chapter 242

After an unpleasant breakfast, He Yu came to the Ministry of Works, and then came to his office to handle official duties.

Although He Yu is just a small chief, the lowest official among the six departments, he has a lot of power in his hands. For example, he is now in charge of purchasing materials for the construction of the imperial city, and tens of thousands of dollars are spent every day from him.

In contrast, Wu Jin's Ministry of Rites is really a Qingshui yamen, there is almost no profit to be made, so Wu Jin usually envies He Yu very much, if he was in He Yu's position, he might not be able to resist Made money.

He Yu sees so much money coming in and out every day, it would be a lie to say that he is not moved.

"Don't stretch out your hand, you will be caught if you stretch out your hand!"

He Yu looked at the account book in his hand and muttered in a low voice.

This is what an old boss often told him when he came to the Ministry of Industry.

But it is a pity that the old boss who has been clean all his life finally couldn't help reaching out his hand. In just one year, he made countless money, but it also brought about a catastrophe of beheading. In the end, the incident was investigated. Ended up with a decapitated end.

At that time, He Yu had visited the old director in prison, and he was very puzzled and asked him why he stretched out his hand?

It's a pity that the old boss only answered him with a wry smile, and he didn't say a word until he died.

This problem has troubled He Yu for a long time, until now, he finally realized the state of mind of the old boss, he has worked hard all his life, but he can't even guarantee food and clothing.

"Dong Dong~"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and then an old official pushed the door and walked in.

"what's up?"

When He Yu saw this old official, he immediately asked. This old official's name was Wang Ren, and he was regarded as his right-hand man.

"Master, Qian Dongqian, shopkeeper of Hardwood Shop, would like to invite you to Mengxiang Tower tonight!"

Wang Ren came to the desk and said in a low voice.

"Don't go!"

He Yu refused without thinking.

A lot of wood was needed to build the imperial city, and He Yu held the purchasing power, so those merchants rushed to curry favor one by one, and some even rushed to give gifts, but He Yu didn't dare to accept them, and even stayed away from these merchants , so as not to get into trouble.

"Boss, Shopkeeper Qian sincerely wants to invite you, why don't you just go there, after all, the wood in his house is not only of high quality, but also cheaper than other houses."

But Wang Ren didn't leave immediately, instead he tried to persuade him.

As He Yu's old subordinate, he certainly knows He Yu's current situation. Of course, the most important thing is that he has received the benefits of the shopkeeper, so he naturally wants to speak for him.

"The quality of the wood is good, and it's cheaper than other houses. Is that possible?" He Yu snorted and asked back, "You tell that Qian, I won't follow his tricks!"

Seeing that He Yu refused so simply, Wang Ren was not in a hurry. He reached out and took out a note from his pocket, put it in front of He Yu and said, "Master, please read this first!"

He Yu was taken aback, and looked at the note, only to see an address written on it, which seemed not too far from the imperial city.

"What is this place?"

He Yu frowned and asked.

"This is a mansion, a big mansion with three entrances. Shopkeeper Qian said that as long as you are willing to attend the banquet, this mansion is yours!"

Wang Ren said in a low voice again, with a shrewd light in his eyes.

"I……"

He Yu wanted to refuse, but the words were in his mouth, but he couldn't say them no matter what.

He thought of the dilapidated small courtyard he rented, the old mother, wife and children who were coming to the capital, the words of his friend Wu Jin, and even more the hundreds of houses in the legendary Han Palace...

It can be said that He Yu's mind is changing all over the place now, and the expression on his face is also changing.

A house was something he dreamed of. With this house, at least his family could have a place to live, and he would never have to worry about renting a house in the future.

Even if he stopped being an official in the future, he would at least have a house to settle down in. If he went back to his hometown and sold a house in the capital, it would be enough for him to support his retirement.

Wang Ren is a fine person, seeing the tangled look on He Yu's face, he immediately smiled secretly, and then he didn't say anything, but quietly withdrew, because he knew that few people could refuse such a temptation.

He Yu looked at the small piece of paper on the desk case. Although it was just a simple address, in his eyes, he seemed to see a house that he had been dreaming of. .

But in the end He Yu reached out and held the note tightly in his hand.

"It's just a meal!"

He Yu whispered to himself, as if he was looking for reasons for himself, or maybe he was cheering himself up.

Throughout the morning, He Yu seemed restless, and even made mistakes one after another in handling official duties. He kept thinking about the address on the note and the house behind the address.

At noon, every yamen will provide lunch, and the Ministry of Industry is no exception, and the meals are relatively rich, which is one of the rare benefits for officials in the Ming Dynasty.

In the past, He Yu would try to eat as much as possible for lunch, and sometimes he would have the cheek to pack some, so that he would even save money for dinner.

But today's lunch, He Yu was absent-minded, and he could barely eat after a few mouthfuls.

With a lot on his mind, He Yu was about to go back to his office to take a rest, but at this moment, he suddenly saw someone running into the yamen with an ecstatic face and shouting: "Happy event! Great happy event, the imperial court wants to send us Subsidized!"

"Subsidy? What kind of subsidy?"

Someone asked puzzledly, and He Yu also stopped at this moment.

"Settling down... Settling down subsidies. It is said that His Majesty is sympathetic to us moving from Nanjing to Beijing. It must be difficult to settle down. Therefore, every official who moves to Beijing with His Majesty will have a generous subsidy!"

The reporter shouted happily again.

"real!"

All the officials present showed pleasant surprises. Although some officials came from wealthy families and did not lack that little money, there were also some, like He Yu, whose family background was very meager, and they were all worrying about making a living.

"It's not just the settlement subsidy. It is said that in addition to the salary, we will also have various subsidies and bonuses in the future. In other words, our monthly income will increase significantly in the future!"

At this time, the reporter once again uttered a bigger piece of good news.

As soon as the news came out, there was a strange quiet period among all the officials present, and then there was a "buzz", and everyone began to discuss excitedly.

Of course, some people doubted it, but the person who reported the letter patted his chest and assured that this was the news he had inquired from the Ministry of Household Affairs, and it would never be false. What to do after discussing salary increases.

He Yu mingled among the crowd, tears filled his eyes with excitement, then he quietly crumpled the note in his arms and threw it into a corner where no one was paying attention.

(End of this chapter)