With Master Fang's personality, of course he would not have the patience to meet him one by one, so he asked Butler Sun to lead the ministers to the front hall. Master Fang covered his butt, frowned, and limped, and simply made a hodgepodge and served them all in one pot.

The ministers were not dissatisfied with it. After all, there were too many people. Lord Fang is now "heavy injustice" and needs to rest in peace. Being able to come out to see them is already considered very polite, so how dare you say more?

"Oh! I'll wait for you for a long time. I'm really guilty of being rude!" Fang Zheng positioned himself as the "lower official". Young Master Fang is a little erratic on weekdays, but he is not stupid. He is successful in his youth and is in a high position before he gets angry. He stares at him for so many pairs of eyes. If he doesn't learn to be low-key and humble, he will not know how he will die in the future.

Just imagine, there was no TV, no karaoke, no bars, and entertainment activities were not good. What did these officials do when they were idle? Isn’t it just thinking about how to plot against people? When it comes to scheming people, who can compare to being an official? What’s more, these people are the best among the officials of the Chinese Dynasty. Can these people be dealt with accidentally?

According to the rules of the officialdom, it is appropriate to visit officials with low ranks. But among the dozen ministers here, they were all high-ranking officials wearing fourth-rank or above official uniforms. In their identities, they actually came to visit Fang Zheng, a small official with a fifth-rank position. This phenomenon seems abnormal, but it seems normal. - Who said that Master Fang is close to the emperor? No matter how many ranks, as long as you grasp the mind of the superior, the black hat on your head can be worn safely. And Fang Zheng is undoubtedly the one who can make them safe.

"You are polite, Lord Fang, yesterday, Lord Fang was sceptered by the emperor for some minor mistakes. Our colleagues were supposed to persuade him, but the emperor has always been arbitrary. We ministers really can't speak out." An old man in the fourth-rank official uniform stood up and bowed, sighing while saying that, as if he was empathetic.

"Mr. Liu said it well, and we were really heartbroken. So we made an appointment to come to Master Fang's mansion. First, we will recognize the door and come and go often in the future. Second, we will visit Brother Fang's injuries. I hope Brother Fang will recover soon and be loyal to the country. Third, we will prepare a little bit of our hearts. Let's call each other a greeting. I hope Brother Fang will not be disgusted. It is better to accept it with a smile..." An old man wearing a fourth-rank official uniform and smiling with a pleat on his face stood up and respectfully handed over a thick gift list.

These guys are so shameless. Fang Zheng despises them in his heart. He is so old that he is my grandfather and he even calls me brother. It doesn’t matter if you are shameless. Who will call me old?

I despise myself, but I still have to do the skill on the surface: "Oh! I must not be aware of this. The lords have brought down the nobles to visit Xiaguan, which has moved Xiaguan very much. Xiaguan's heart..."

As he said that, Fang Zheng sniffed, looking grateful: "... The heart of Xiaguan is warm, and even his injuries seem to heal seven or eight. From all the elders, Xiaguan saw the prosperous atmosphere of my Huachao. You are the pillars of the court, the pillars of the country, and are busy with official duties on weekdays, but you even took time out of your busy schedule to visit me, a newly promoted idle official. What a selfless attitude and how caring it is! Xiaguan should take you as an example, for the hardworking and simple people of our Huachao, and devote your whole life to my wise and powerful saint, and die until you die! Alas... The silkworm will die until the silk is dead, and the candle will only dry out tears, but let the flying general in Longcheng be there, and the Hu horse will not be able to cross Yinshan..."

Young Master Fang was too devoted to his feelings, and he couldn't help but be stunned in the end. These two lines of poetry seem to be completely incompatible?

The ministers looked at each other, but they couldn't calm down for a long time. They thought they were shameless enough to be able to get to their current position in the court. Unexpectedly, this young man under twenty years old was even more shameless than them. He even had a verse. Such a deep flattery skill made these old officials who had been immersed in this world for decades so as to look ashamed. Awesome! This kid's future achievements are limitless, and today's trip is right.

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, the scene became deserted for a moment. Everyone was willing to speak a few words, but you guys have flattered you to this level. How can you answer the conversation? You are not kind!

After a while, an old man blushed and Qiqiai Ai said, "Good...good poem..."

Everyone woke up as if they were dreaming and praised: "Good poems are indeed good poems..."

Fang Zheng's expression did not change and waved his hand modestly, "It's not good, it's just average, you guys praised it."

The host and guest sit down, each with their own plans in their hearts, but on the surface they are kind and kind. Everyone hypocritically talks about the weather, women, and romantic things, but they don’t talk about words such as war, Turks, and the people. It seems that everyone has an automatic blocking system in their hearts, and these sensitive words have become a bunch of garbled codes in their hearts.

Fang Zheng talked happily with them, no matter who he talked to, he would lift the other party up high. For a moment, the front hall was like a spring breeze blowing on his face, making the hearts of these officials warm. Everyone deeply believed that this newly promoted Lord Fang was born to be an official material. The emperor appointed him as an official, which was really clear, far-sighted, and extremely wise.

After chatting for more than an hour, I have accepted this place, visited the wounds, drank tea, and finished flattery. The middle-aged and elderly people have hemorrhoids, and everyone can't sit still on their butts, so they looked at each other and stood up to say goodbye to Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng pushed the gift list they sent over and refused: "My sir, it's not that the officials are ignorant of politeness, but this is not in accordance with the rules. It is supposed that the officials will visit you first. The officials will never dare to accept these gifts, so please take them back, otherwise they will be defeated!"

The main purpose of everyone coming to Fang Mansion is to give gifts and be familiar with each other. How to take back the gifts? Wouldn't this be a waste of time?

So everyone pushed the gift list back and forth at the door of the front hall like Tai Chi. Some people were uneasy and wondered if they were giving away less, so they were unwilling to accept it. So the result of pushing and pushing was that Master Fang fought against the ministers alone, but was outnumbered. The gift list was still back to him. In addition to the gift list, there were also several large silver notes.

After seeing off all the pillars in the court, Fang Zheng turned around, his face full of joy.

It’s good to practice Tai Chi. You need to practice more Tai Chi in the future. This is a very prosperous sports event...

I opened the gift list and looked at it. Wow! I posted it! It’s hundreds of thousands of taels. It’s enough to open ten Ruyuzhai. Fang Zheng has now deeply realized that being an official is more profitable than doing any business. No wonder, from ancient times to the present, Chinese people have only been thinking about exploring the officialdom. The taste of this is indeed wonderful.

After accidentally making a fortune, Master Fang was so happy that even the injuries on his butt seemed to be healed. Maybe it was because the imperial doctor's medicine was effective, maybe it was because he made a fortune and was in a good mood. Anyway, Master Fang jumped back to the courtyard in the end.

In the afternoon, another official came to the door alone. This was a high-ranking official, Wei Chengde, the Minister of War. He supported Fang Zheng's strategy to retreat to the enemy and was the highest person in charge of implementing this strategy.

Wei Chengde did not come to curry favor with Fang Zheng. Any dynasty has treacherous ministers and loyal ministers. The loyalty and treacherous ratio is clearly distinguished. The ratio of the two depends on whether the emperor of the current dynasty is stupid. From this point of view, the emperor of the Hua Dynasty is not very wise. More than one person told Fang Zheng that the court is now in power...

Wei Chengde was one of the few loyal ministers. The old man was already sixty years old, but he was still tough, but he was too thin. He was accompanied by a long and flowing beard that blew with the wind. If the old man took off his official uniform and put on a Taoist robe, he stood on the street with a fairy-like appearance and set up a stall to tell fortunes, and his income was probably much more considerable than that of his official position.

Lord Wei came to observe Fang Zheng. From the bottom of his heart, although he had never seen Fang Zheng, he still had a good impression of him. After all, Lord Wei was the pro-war faction in the court. Since he implemented Fang Zheng's strategy and successfully retrenched the Turks, the pro-war faction showed his face in the court, and millions of people survived the war. He himself was promoted to a higher level. So for reason, he and Fang Zheng should be closer.

But since I saw Fang Zheng’s appearance in the court, Lord Wei began to worry.

Lord Wei has lived to this age and Guan'er has reached this position now. In theory, he should not judge people by his appearance. Unfortunately, Master Fang's face is really insecure. He is full of thief, with a slick and tactful look, and looks like a treacherous minister. After seeing Fang Zheng's appearance, Lord Wei was confused: This guy doesn't look like a good person when he looks left and right!

Although he came up with a plan at a critical moment and saved the fate of Hua Chao, who knows what he had in mind to come up with this plan? Many people in history have relied on offering suggestions as an advancement rank in order to achieve their goal of becoming an official. Who can guarantee that this Lord Fang did not have such thoughts?

Look at this situation, the emperor intends to use him more. If he is also a treacherous person, what should he do? There are enough treacherous ministers in the court. If you have such a disaster, will there be no place for loyal ministers to establish themselves in the court?

Realizing the seriousness of this problem, Lord Wei couldn't sit still and ignored the rules of the officialdom. He came to visit Fang Zheng, a fifth-rank official with the honor of a second-rank official. He wanted to go and see with his own eyes, and tell whether this young and new official was loyal or traitor.

Lord Wei was a clean official. He had never accepted bribes for his whole life. He lived a tight life with the meager salary given to him by the court. However, Chinese people have such a tradition of doing business. The first time they went to someone else's house, they always had to give some gifts.

Lord Wei really just wanted to make a point. He carried a box of cakes he bought from some street stall, and several medicinal herbs that were so cheap that no one picked up on the street, so he entered the Fang Mansion.

Fang Zheng was stunned when he saw Wei Chengde for the first time. The old man was carrying a box of cakes that had expired in his left hand, and a few bags of things that seemed to be Chinese medicine in his right hand. He stood in front of him calmly, looking like he was about to ascend. He was wearing a gray Confucian shirt that was washed white and had two patches, but he was as calm as water. Looking at the expression, he seemed to be wearing the most luxurious and exquisite clothes to attend a grand banquet.

If I hadn't read his famous post, I really couldn't believe that this old man was actually a second-rank official in the court.

"This is Mr. Wei, the Minister of War. I have been admiring for a long time. I am waiting for you to visit you at your mansion. But... Alas, I have been unwell these days. Master Wei has come to visit him in person. I really don't dare to be the one."

Wei Chengde stroked his long beard and smiled: "Mr. Fang is so serious. I never care about the rules of the officialdom. Today, I came here mainly to get to know the young hero who retreated to the 200,000 Turkic army with a plan, haha."

"Mr. Wei has been too rewarded, but it was just a casual talk by the officials. Unexpectedly, it was adopted by the court. Speaking of which, it was all the emperor who knew people with a keen eye and had arbitrary decision, and the officials were not rewarded."

Wei Chengde nodded secretly when he heard this. Although this son's words and deeds were a bit impetuous and frivolous, he was not arrogant and arrogant.

Fang Zheng secretly glanced at the shabby gift from Wei Chengde on the coffee table, and secretly wondered: Could this old man have deliberately disgusted me? Look at how he was wearing it, and look at the rags he gave him. - I have never offended him.

It's no wonder that Master Fang is. After all, a group of ministers came in the morning and gave him hundreds of thousands of taels of silver as soon as he raised his hand. In the afternoon, another person came, like a scavenger who made a living by picking up rags, and even gave him a few rags. Both of them were court ministers, with completely different performances and such a huge psychological gap, Master Fang had to doubt whether this old man was here to make trouble.

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