Shandong, Dongchang Prefecture, Gaotang Prefecture, Yuqiu Station is still 140 miles away from the government office in Dongchang.

When we get here, the temperature is getting more and more obvious.

When I walked into the gate of the post station, although the postmaster was not the same person, I was respectful as always. The local government offices had long received official documents. This was the Discipline Inspection Commission, which had the power to inquire about the judicial finance of the three provinces. It would be strange if I didn’t do a good job of face.

The official secretary specifically said, how to do your duty and how to mobilize others after receiving the official document and seal from the Censor, "Sir, Yuqiuyi dare not neglect the affairs of the master. The prefect of the government office also said that the affairs of the master are the affairs of the prefect... Not only did the Yuqiuyi station go out to inquire, but the delivery department every ten miles does its best..."

The post office management of the Ministry of War’s Vehicles and Vehicles, dozens of miles a post station, tens of miles a delivery shop, and there are soldiers and weapons. The early system of the post and telecommunications bureau was undoubtedly of great contribution to the operation of the empire. But the prefect of the Dongchang Prefecture was afraid that this was not the case. He should not be afraid that Jia Cong would ask for anything, but he would have no one to ask for anything. Once he had a relationship, he would have to give each other some face. Otherwise, the Dongchang Prefecture was busy with this matter for a while, not to mention how to waste the people and money, it would be certain that he would spend some money. No matter which yamen operates, it would be just one word, money.

Thinking of the black scales in Zhuoluyi and the farmer serving in Dezhou, Jia Cong rubbed his forehead and then made up his mind to try to do less private affairs in the future.

"Okay, I am tired, so I will get some hot water first." Jia Cong drove straight to the place where he stayed. The people behind him arranged the carriages, horses and coffins. He had no intention of seeing Jia Qiao at this time and left it to Wang Xifeng to handle it himself.

In the room, Sun Fu warmed up a facial towel and applied it to Jia Cong's forehead who was leaning on the soft couch. He had been running around for about a thousand miles in the past ten days and sleeping at night. Except for Dezhou, there were few delays and it was impossible not to be tired, especially the changes in regional temperature and climate. He had weak constitutions and had long been seriously ill. Many people who did business in ancient times died on the journey like this.

After hearing that the master was breathing evenly, Sun Fu felt relieved and turned around and saw Yu Lu again. Bao Er was lying outside the door. Sun Fu hurriedly winked and the two left.

The people on duty outside the door were Long Aotian, Wu Sange, and Jia Cong when they left the capital, the Arsenal Department of the Ministry of War granted twenty pairs of armor, tassels or swords as usual, allowing them to recruit guards, but he did not greet Jia Yucun, and the armor and weapons seemed old and tattered, so these two guards on duty looked shabby, but they were still energetic.

Jia Yun came back and waved outside the door. Sun Fu came out quietly. Jia Yun whispered: "The people from Gaotangzhou and Dongchang Prefecture came to the front yard of the post station and sent someone to carry the boxes. They said that according to the old custom, during spring and summer, we had to give Shangguan a Bingjing, and during autumn and winter, we had to give Shangguan a charcoal, which was a few thousand taels... Is it not to receive it?"

Sun Fu touched his chin and thought: "Does Mr. Cong count as an official?"

"It should be counted."

"I think it's not acceptable..." Sun Fu cried: "Do you think how much did Eunuch Liu give away a banquet? More than 1,000 taels? After the assessment, I will send it to the Superintendent of the Censorate and the Ministry of Personnel. At least two thousand will be required. Not only will Mr. Cong suffer, we will suffer too. Mr. Cong hasn't said the monthly money of last month. What did Yu Lu and Bao Er do? Isn't it just for rewards? Besides, he is a foreign job, so how can he not raise a grandmother outside? It all costs money..."

Liu Xianglian came over and said coldly: "You can't accept it! Your reputation will be ruined when you accept it!"

"No matter what, I think it's better to say Uncle Cong..." Jia Yun made the decision. Sun Fu was also thinking about himself, but he was more considering his master. Now Jia Cong treats him very well. As long as Jia Cong doesn't fall, the easier it will be for him to do so. Doing this will help Jia Cong worry and comfort everyone. If these things are not handled well, you won't think about being in a higher position. They each have their own difficulties and their own opinions.

At this time, Jia Cong suddenly came out: "Is anyone giving gifts? Good thing. Sun Fu, ask them to carry the box in. You empty the box and put it in the lock."

Everyone calmed down for a few seconds and looked at Jia Cong. What's going on? Jia Cong suddenly changed his temperament?

Jia Cong said nothing more, but had some plans in his mind. Sun Fu went to the front yard as instructed.

The inspectors of the three provinces entered Shandong. Needless to say, the local officials in Jiangsu were all inquiring about Jia Cong's news. His words and deeds were things they paid close attention to. What Jia Cong did was a signal to them.

"Jia Yun." Jia Cong entered the room and summoned everyone to come in: "Yu Lu, Bao Er is doing a good job, one or two months of money will be used as a monthly fee, and an additional ten taels will be rewarded. The rest of the people who are not absent from duty will be given a photo of five taels."

Jia Yun calculated that Yu Lu and Bao Er went 22 taels, Long Aotian, Sun Fu, himself, Wu Sange, Wu Zhuangsheng, Jiao Da, and Liu Xianglian had a total of 35 taels, totaling 57 taels. In addition, the cost of porters and carriages along the way was more than 100 taels, and fortunately someone gave gifts.

Bao Erjiao received the money, and Jia Yun handed the paper ticket to Jia Cong. Bao Erjiao, who got eleven taels of 10 taels, felt very proud. Wu Sange and Wu Zhuangzi were envious and wanted to seek rewards. Almost all the followers in the house were happy.

Only Liu Xianglian sighed: "We are brotherly relationships, so we don't have to count me, I'll go and rest first."

When I walked out, I felt that I misjudged the person and met the wrong person.

Jia Yun felt very embarrassed. Everyone laughed for a while. Except for those on duty, they all went down to eat and drink, and they all dreamed of making a fortune. Only Jia Yun thought that Uncle Cong must have sold medicine in the gourd and sent an empty box back. That would be a scam!

...

There is no need to inquire. When I saw the front yard official sending a box, Youshi, Yuanyang, Miaoyu and others knew that Jia Cong had accepted a bribe.

In the aisle of the terraced house behind, Yuanyang thought: "Mr. Cong has not accepted gifts at home for several years. Maybe he feels that the cost is not enough..."

Miaoyu happened to come over, shook her head, and turned into a cold look again: "It is hard to draw bones when drawing people, but it is hard to know people, but it is not the heart. This is the true face of the top scholar? Hypocrite!"

Yuanyang was a little dissatisfied, but she could not refute it. She realized that she had an idol named Jia Cong, who was good at studying, took the overall situation into consideration, was steady and skillful without losing her majesty, and had gradually collapsed. It would be better for Jia Cong to not accept bribes, but according to Sun Fumei's smile just now, this kind of ice and charcoal respect has become the norm in the officialdom. If she didn't accept it, it would be difficult to cook later. However, Yuanyang still hoped that such a person would not be Cong.

...

On the other side of the Yuqiu Station.

"The people at this post station are too lawless! Our Wang family dares to stop them!" Wang Zisheng waved his sleeves and roared: "I wrote a letter to ask the prefect of Dongchang Prefecture Lu Lianjie. I haven't replied for a few days. Today, I actually gave Jia Cong a gift? What's this called? It's too bullying!"

"Master, please say a few words. Haven't the soldiers from the post station and the delivery office retreated today? Maybe they were suspicious that Ren'er brought some illegal and banned items..." After Chen's words, Wang Zisheng stopped talking.

"Chao'er comes here..." Wang Xifeng Rajaqiao came over and hugged her in her arms. Jia Qiao, who was only four or five years old, didn't understand what was going on, but she felt that the atmosphere was not right. Wang Zisheng and Chen didn't understand the reason. Wang Xifeng looked at Wang Ren, sneered in her heart, and looked gentle: "Why are brother walking so fast?"
Chapter completed!