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- At this time, the boat arrived at the pier, and the boatman outside reminded us to get off the boat.
Zhao Shou asked hurriedly: "What about the third point?"
"Three" Zhang Zhixian rubbed his fingers habitually, which meant that he could realize his knowledge.
It wasn¡¯t long before I realized that Zhao Hao was helping me more than I could buy with money, and I would have to count on him in the future.
Zhang Zhixian, who would never accept a gift, quickly put his hands into his sleeves and whispered: "This is just for the sake of you and my brother, I won't tell other people."
"Thank you very much." Zhao Shouzheng craned his neck to listen carefully.
"Third, don't leave your troubles to your superiors unless you have to." Zhang Zhixian lowered his voice and said, "When you look back at the subordinates below and push their troubles to you, you must keep in mind how you feel. Then It¡¯s how your boss feels when you do this.¡±
"Believe me, he will come back to you tenfold sooner or later." Zhang Zhixian pressed Zhao Shouzheng's shoulder hard and walked towards the cabin door.
But I heard Zhao Hao asking from behind: "What if it's a last resort?"
"Kill him." Zhang Zhixian said these three words in an understatement and stepped onto the board of the boat gracefully.
Who would have thought that Zhang Zhixian almost fell into the water after drinking too much wine, his feet were extremely soft, and the pedals were slippery in the rain.
Fortunately, his attendant was very alert and quickly grabbed the elder's arm.
Zhao Hao and his son also rushed forward to help, holding Zhang Zhixian's butt, and it took a lot of effort to get him ashore.
Fortunately, it was dark and no one recognized the old man who almost lost his footing.
"Guapi, I'm scared to death." Zhang Zhixian had completely sobered up after drinking. He sat on the ground and panted heavily. He didn't forget to pretend to be a boy to Zhao Shouzheng and said:
"The same is true for being an official. You have to be careful and careful. If you make a mistake, you will be in vain."
Zhao Shouzheng nodded and thanked Magistrate Zhang again.
After most of the day, he felt that he was finally no longer confused, at least he knew how to be a county magistrate.
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On the way back, Zhao Shouzheng took a lead chisel and a notebook, recalled Zhang Zhixian's words, and took notes carefully.
His memory is not good to begin with, and it breaks down when he drinks, so he must write it down. Otherwise, the next time I drink, I might lose this memory.
Based on memory alone, Zhao Hao is sure that he is his biological child.
While Mr. Zhao was copying, he said excitedly: "I thought he was just a Sichuan guy who fell in the eyes of money, but he turned out to be a master."
"A magistrate who can become an addict in Beijing County must be the best official." Zhao Hao smiled lightly.
"Well, my father thinks so too!" Mr. Zhao nodded heavily, patted his notes, and said with relief: "My father finally has some confidence that he can be a good county magistrate."
Seeing that his father wanted to take Zhang Dongguan¡¯s way of serving as an official as a model, Zhao Hao couldn¡¯t help but said helplessly:
"Don't worry. As the saying goes, listening to both sides will lead to enlightenment, and listening to one side will lead to darkness. My father has heard what the person who is best at being an official has to say, and he has to listen to what the person who is least good at being an official has to say."
"Uh, you mean" Mr. Zhao looked at Zhao Hao, but for a while he couldn't figure out who it was.
"Haha" Zhao Hao smiled helplessly and turned to look at the Qinhuai River, where the sound of oars and the shadows of lights were heavier.
I thought that after my father became a Jinshi, his mission as a parent would be over.
Who knew we would have to worry about teaching him to be an official.
?????????????????????? It¡¯s really pitiful for the hearts of parents in the world, the tears will dry up when the wax torch turns to ashes
I can¡¯t stop worrying!
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The next day, it still rained non-stop.
The water levels of Qinhuai River and Xuanwu Lake are much higher, and the water surface is almost flush with the bluestone pavement beside the lake.
A thin old man with a gray beard and a straight waist. Holding an umbrella in her hand, a pair of wooden clogs under her feet, and a pair of pink-soled and black-faced boots hanging on her shoulders, she walked steadily on the bluestone street in the rain.
If he¡¯s not Zhao Hao¡¯s old neighbor, who is Hai Rui and Haigang Feng?
Behind him is an old man with white hair and beard. Naturally, he is Hai Rui¡¯s only appointed all-round, all-weather old servant Hai An.
Hai'an also held an umbrella and carried a bamboo basket covered with oil paper, silently following behind.
The bamboo basket contains Hai Rui's official robe, black gauze hat and plain gold belt.
If it were normal, Lord Lian Hai¡¯s official boots would be put into the basket. Maybe it was raining today, so he carried it on his shoulders.
Don¡¯t get me wrong, although Hai Gong has a strong yang energy, he has no habit of running around naked.
He just changes his clothes before leaving the YamenI just put on my official uniform, Ge robe and cloth shoes, and then walked eight miles home.
Why bother?
Mr. Hai didn¡¯t want this either. At first he also wanted to go home directly in official robes like he did in Beijing.
Unfortunately, the scarlet robe of the fourth-grade officer is so eye-catching that it attracts onlookers wherever he goes.
Especially after they found out that he was the famous Hai Rui, the people waited for him at Baihu Bridge to get off work, and then followed him all the way home.
Fans are not trying to harass idols, they just want to watch him
Although Haigong is not afraid of the eyes of others, he is also afraid of breaking the hard-won peaceful life of his family.
Since then, he has changed into casual clothes and changed his route home
What, can you ride in a sedan chair? You're bold, you're overstepping your bounds, you know? !
"The Ming Dynasty Huidian" stipulates that in addition to the official seals of Fuzhou and counties, because they represent the majesty of the imperial power in the local area, the government will provide bearers, ceremonial guards, and escorts. Only third-grade civil servants are eligible to ride in sedan chairs, and those below third-grade officials are not allowed to ride in sedan chairs.
That's why in the officialdom, there is a saying of "carrying a sedan to express gratitude and riding a horse to take office" It is said that when an official is promoted from Guanglu or Taipuqing to Qiandu Yushi, although it is actually a promotion, the official position will be reduced from the third rank to the fourth rank. Taste.
At this time, he lost the qualification to sit in a sedan chair and could only ride to the Metropolitan Procuratorate to report.
Of course, in this day and age, all the rules have been abolished. There shouldn't be too many seventh-grade Beijing officials who commute in sedan chairs at their own expense. The censor never cares because they are one of them.
Not to mention that Hai Rui is now a fourth-grade official, a serious high-ranking official in the imperial court. The Nanjing General Affairs Department wanted to equip him with a sedan chair, and it would be at public expense.
"It's a pity that after Hai Rui scolded him, no one dared to mention it again.
"I have legs, so I don't treat people like animals!" said the old Neo-Confucian scholar Hai Gong.
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Hai Rui and Hai An each held their own umbrellas and walked to the end of Qingshi Street.
There is a small two-entry courtyard with a closed door, and the patter of rain cannot block the sound of the spinning wheel inside.
" Pushing open the ajar door, we saw a white-haired old lady, a middle-aged woman and another younger woman, sitting on a low stool in the hall spinning yarn.
Two little girls aged five or six were squatting next to the spinning wheel, helping the adults and peeking at the door from time to time.
"Dad is back!"
When they saw the door open, the two little girls cheered, dropped their work and ran towards their father.
"Slowly" Hai Rui quickly stopped and said, "I'm holding an umbrella!"
But the child didn¡¯t care about this and jumped into his arms.
Hai Rui had no choice but to quickly throw away the umbrella, catch one with one hand, and said with a wry smile: "Oh, daddy's old waist"
With that said, he hurriedly walked to the eaves with the child in his arms, took off his clogs, then went in and kowtowed respectfully.
"Mom, my son is back."
The old lady spinning yarn has high cheekbones and deep wrinkles. She was not easy to get along with when she was young.
?????????????????? But an old man in his eighties has finally reunited with his family, what kind of temper does he have left? She said calmly: "Come back so early?"
"Mom, we have guests tonight." Hai Rui replied hurriedly and respectfully.
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