Chapter 585: The gangster

For the Eight Banners, male members can be paid as paying 16. According to the customization of Kangxi in the early years, the infantry yamen who served in the capital had the lowest salary, with a monthly salary of one tael and five cents of silver, and a monthly salary of 12 shi of rice; the Eight Banners pioneers and the military camps were the highest, with a monthly salary of four taels of silver, and a monthly salary of twenty-four shi of rice.

The Han people studied hard for ten years and became famous in one fell swoop. At most, they were just a top scholar.

The editor of the seventh-rank Hanlin Academy, with an annual salary of 45 taels of silver.

Although in the first year of Shunzhi, rules were established and followed the Ming Dynasty to pay the capital's salary and firewood, the Han officials were later cut off the firewood and firewood and money.

The casual sound of the Beijing flag soldiers can compare to the Hanlin level of the seventh rank. No wonder the few children of the bannermen are willing to be promoted to the imperial examination.

The order is a governor, a second-rank official, with an annual salary of 155 taels.

After Zhang Boxing was impeached and escorted to Beijing for crimes, Yunnan Governor Wu Cunli was transferred to Jiangsu Governor, but it has only been a few months since.

There had been a long time since the news came, saying that Wu Cunli had accepted bribes in a large amount after taking office.

There was no movement in the imperial court.

Not only did the censor not impeached, but Kangxi even praised him and called him "true Manchu".

The reason was that in the memorial to Kangxi, Wu Cunli mentioned that he accepted the old customs because he was accustomed to the old customs. In addition, he also made a detailed form of the expenses of tens of thousands of taels of silver, among which, if his family supports him, he would only have tens of thousands of taels of taels of taels of money.

What is this not corruption and bribery?

Moreover, the amount is more than a hundred times the original salary. Even if Jiangnan is rich and there is no exploitation, the money will not be blown by strong winds.

A clean official like Zhang Boxing was scolded, and a corrupt official like Wu Cunli was praised by the saint. The answer to how this new official would choose if he went down is obvious.

Six years later, Ma Jun was really sad when he mentioned these things.

It was a happy event for old friends to reunite, but when Ma Jun mentioned these, Cao Yong's heart couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

Not to mention anything else, the future Yongzheng Master could not stand these things the most. People like Wu Cunli, who are now glorious, probably will be the result of a house search in the future.

"Tiancheng, if you can, just don't touch these things, you can save the limelight and take responsibility for it." Cao Yong pondered for a moment and said.

Ma Jun smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry, I can save it. Speaking of which, people like us don't expect to be officials to scrape the land. It's just that being an official in a local area is not easy to be independent, but just being with the light. If there is really a dynasty, the court will hold people accountable and there will be a big guy above. Otherwise, if I really have to track down my level, the court and the country will be empty."

What Ma Jun said is right. The government and the country are really corrupt, and there are very few people who are not greedy.

The Eight Banners' food and salary accounted for the majority of the expenses of the Ministry of Revenue; the embezzlement of officials also greatly reduced the income of the imperial court. The whole country was in a state of tranquility.

Cao Yong was speechless when he thought of this. After a while, he said to Ma Jun: "It's good that Tiancheng knows it in his heart. Is there any news? Which department to work in this time?"

"What else can be found? It's just the heads of various ministries. I'm just a member of the Ministry. But it's good that I'm with my parents, and it's cheap to worship them." Ma Jun said: "To put it, I envy Furuo and the young man showed his position. I'm the same as Shanyu, and I'm already too much different from you."

When Cao Yong heard this, he only had to smile bitterly.

The above-mentioned letter was handed over to the imperial court, but Kangxi had not yet issued an instruction, so he was not willing to act rashly. Although he had already worked in the Interior Government Office, he was just following the Sixteenth Prince and the Seventeenth Prince who were familiar with the rules and regulations of the Interior Government Office.

I had known for a long time that the Ministry of Internal Affairs was a fat yamen, but I didn't expect it to be so fat.

There are so many things that really opens Cao Yong's eyes.

Even though I was jealous and wanted to gather the money and gather the 1,000 taels, it was just a thought. There were complicated elements and the benefits involved were very wide. Who was in vain?

Because Ma Jun first returned to the capital, he had to visit his early master, Mr. Fang, and some relatives, so he didn't stay for a long time. The two chatted for a while and made an appointment to welcome him in a few days. After going to the Yongwu Earl's Mansion to visit Ning Chun's house, Ma Jun got up and said goodbye.

Cao Yong personally sent it outside the gate, watching Ma Jun ride away, and felt quite sad.

Ma Jun is older than him and is nearly thirty years old.

The friends who were friends with young people, Ma Juncongwen and Yongqing Congwu, could have fulfilled their childhood wishes. If Ning Chun was still alive, with his temper, he would be most interested in the economy. In that case, he would be able to get along with him.

Thinking of Ming'an, Cao Yong thought of someone coming, that is, Ming'an, the former left deputy commander of the Inspectorate, who was transferred to the Right Minister of Justice a few days ago.

This Ming'an worked in the Ministry of Works in his early years and served as Ning Chun's boss.

Cao Yong stood at the gate for a long time, and the dusk gradually appeared and the night wind suddenly rose, which made people feel cold.

He turned around, and not far away, Mr. Zhuang was standing there with his hands behind his back, squinting his eyes at him.

"Sir?" Cao Yong took two steps ahead, and looked at Mr. Zhuang's clothes that were only half cotton, and he couldn't help but frown, saying, "It's the twelfth lunar month, and the gentleman is most afraid of the cold. Why are he still dressed so thin?"

"Haha, nothing happened. I just drank a few sips of wine and walked around the yard, and it wasn't much colder." Mr. Zhuang said with a smile.

Cao Yong remembered that he had a typhoid fever a few days ago. He took two steps closer to Mr. Zhuang's arm and said, "Mr. I'll talk to me in the house. The sun is gone and it's cold outside."

Mr. Zhuang was a little drunk, so Cao Yong helped him into the study.

After all, Mr. Zhuang sneezes as soon as he entered the room.

When Cao Yong saw this, he did not dare to ignore it. He hurriedly called the servant to send a message to the second door and cooked some ginger soup. He asked him to go to Rongyuan later to get Mr. Zhuang's big sweater.

Mr. Zhuang wiped his nose with a veil and smiled at Cao Yong, "Look at you, you're so big, I haven't seen anything else, I'm more and more mother-in-law."

When Cao Yong saw that his forehead was covered with wrinkles, he had a few age spots the size of a thumb cover, and he felt sour and unbearable.

Time drives people to grow old, and no one can accompany anyone to the end of life.

But I have become accustomed to relying on the person in front of me. Although I am not connected with blood, I am still waiting for my father to love him.

In this world, there is always a loneliness in my heart, and only a few people can make him feel warm.

Whether it is a gentleman or a father, they are all getting old.

One day, they will...

Although birth, old age, sickness and death are the principles of the cycle of all things in the world, Cao Yong still adds fear to his heart.

He poured half a cup of warm tea and delivered it to Mr. Zhuang, murmured: "Sir, you must live a long life."

"Hmm?" Mr. Zhuang didn't know what he was thinking, but in a daze, he didn't hear clearly.

Cao Yong turned his body and stood behind Mr. Zhuang, stretched out his hand to help him rub his shoulders. His eyes were full of gray hair. Because his hair was sparse and his braids were very thin, it looked quite funny.

Cao Yong couldn't laugh. As early as winter began, he saw that Mr. Zhuang was wrong.

I also hired an imperial physician and treated Mr. Zhuang, but it sounded bad.

He didn't bother to stop talking about it in his early years, and he was injured by alcohol in middle age. If Cao Yong hadn't been watching him in the past few years and gave him some breathing supplements, he would probably not be able to hold on now.

"Sir, the peach blossom wine that Manager He made in his early years has been cellar for a long time. I guess it can be opened. Do you want to try it?" Cao Yong looked at Mr. Zhuang's braid, thought for a while, and said.

"Peach Blossom Wine?" Mr. Zhuang heard it, his words were full of desire: "Speaking of it, I heard you talk about peach blossoms and hot springs every year, but everyone is not in the capital these years, or they are not interested, and have not been there in these years."

When Cao Yong heard this, he felt very guilty and said, "It's all my negligence, day after day, year after year, and I haven't let my husband worry about it."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Zhuang turned around, looked at Cao Yong's face with a wrong look, and asked, "Why is Furuo sad? But when he saw his old friend, he remembered his early years?"

Cao Yong pulled a chair, sat down in front of Mr. Zhuang, and said, "Sir, is the court really short of silver? Three years of Qing magistrate, 100,000 snowflakes, all the silver was in their pockets. Is the inner treasury really short of silver? Needless to say, the Rehe Palace was the garden of several princes, which was also funded by the inner treasury. In summer, Rehe, winter, and Western Mountain in spring and autumn, this garden is built every year, and every year, without a moment of leisure."

After hearing Cao Yong's words, Mr. Zhuang's face gradually became deeper.

He stared at Cao Yong for a while before asking, "Furuo, are you confused?"

Cao Yong looked at Mr. Zhuang, shook his head, and smiled, "There is nothing to be confused about. He has always been lazy and is quite uncomfortable with being so diligent. He could have deceived himself, saying that he was for the country and the people, working hard to earn some money, enrich the national treasury, and raising funds for the war in the northwest. Now it seems that it is just a flattery to the king to maintain wealth and honor, no different from a jester."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Mr. Zhuang was drinking water. After hearing Cao Yong said this, he couldn't help but cough.

Seeing this, Cao Yong kept whispering, stretched out his arm, owed his body, and patted Mr. Zhuang on the back.

"If you are a jester, then what have these civil and military officials become? Are we old guys clowns?" Mr. Zhuang coughed, glared at Cao Yong on his face and said.

Cao Yong was unwilling to argue with him, so he changed the topic and said, "Does sir come out for a walk or have something to say to me?"

Mr. Zhuang touched his beard and pondered for a moment: "I have thought about it in the past few days and discussed it with the adults. Jiang Jian is a talented person. Since he met it, it doesn't matter if he let it go. It's not only the moment you control your future, but also many people around you need in the future. If you can, you can gather it."

Cao Yong heard this and was a little confused. Although Mr. Zhuang praised Jiang Jian before, he still criticized him more, but now he doesn't know why he changed his mind.

Mr. Zhuang showed a kind look on his face and said, "When you meet a talent, you can use it as the best way to use it. Furuo, this person should be used, you believe me!"

In terms of what he said, Cao Yong was naturally not good at refuting anything and nodded in agreement.

The servant came over with a big sweater, and Cao Yong sent Mr. Zhuang to the Rongyuan Courtyard and returned to the inner courtyard by himself.
Chapter completed!