Speaking of Qingliu, Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but think of Deng Jian immediately. He was really the kind of person who could not tolerate sand in his eyes.

To a certain extent, they are actually correct, because a country is indeed full of ills and many mistakes and omissions.

The other is a turbid current. To put it bluntly, it is a real thing to do things. Because of doing things, they have different ideas. They know how difficult it is to do things. They know that everything is difficult to achieve. It is like you want to educate, study in the county, and fund some poor scholars. This is a good thing, of course it is a good thing, but if you don’t have money, you will inevitably have to ask someone to support you. But who are the rich? Most of them are local gentry. Well, you beg your grandfather to ask his mother to donate money. Well, in theory, this is the best of both worlds. But the problem is that people donate money to you. If there are children in the clan who have committed a crime, do you want to open the Internet? Okay, you refuse, you have to be an iron-faced judge. If you become Master Qingtian, is this a good thing? Of course it is also a good thing, but Master Qingtian will not think of someone donating money and food again next time, because the rich and gentry are no longer willing to deal with you.

In this way, you must make two choices. You must be a blue sky, not a worldly fireworks, and make achievements in criminal prisons; or you must be a capable official, you can be good at dancing and doing all kinds of things, and then make money to build rivers and support poor students, and then make the county school and study beautifully. Maybe you can make some money, improve your life, and build a bridge and pave some roads.

The censors scolded him because they hope that local affairs can be both capable officials and blue sky, but the ministers cannot do it. So, conflicts arise. Those who are honest will scold him for not being able to do things well, and the people cannot live under his rule. Those who are capable will scold him for being in harmony with others. Anyway, there will always be one suitable for you.

Ye Chunqiu was interesting to see, and before he knew it, he couldn't help but wonder, should he be a blue sky or a capable official in the future? It seems that he can't tell whether he or she should be a clear stream. No wonder everyone likes to be a Hanlin. After all, he is relying on his mouth to make a living and doesn't have to do it himself.

The bells and drums rang, and everyone packed up their own documents, and then they paid for their own duties. Ye Chunqiu followed everyone out of the palace from Chongwenmen, and then went to Hanlin to dig Mao, and suddenly remembered what he should have visited Xie Qian.

I wanted to prepare some gifts, but after thinking about it carefully, I felt that Xie Qian was not such a person, but it was not good if he didn't bring gifts.

Just as I was thinking about it, I couldn't help but turn on my brain to check it out, and suddenly I was inspired and really got it.

So he hired someone excitedly, whispered, and sat in the teahouse for a while before leaving.

Xie Qian's mansion was also in the inner city and occupied a considerable area. However, the Xie family was a prominent family in Zhejiang, so it was easy to build such a mansion in the capital. Ye Chunqiu arrived in front of Xie Qian's mansion and handed the door a name and then someone came to welcome him in.

Carrying a gourd, Ye Chunqiu was led to a small hall. Xie Qian had just finished the day and was frowning in front of the four treasures of the study. He seemed very happy to see Ye Chunqiu.

Ye Chunqiu bowed and said, "I met my deceased uncle."

This is a private occasion. Ye Chunqiu thought it was not appropriate to call Mr. Xie. Wang Hua was his own Taishan and his mentor. He and Xie Qian were both from Zhejiang and served as officials in the capital. They had a strong relationship. If the ministers had not burned yellow paper, they would have been brothers long ago.

In this way, he was half of Wang Hua's son, and calling Xie Qian Uncle Shi, could be considered as licking his face and trying to fight the game.

Xie Qian stroked his beard with a smile, then saw the gourd in Ye Chunqiu's hand, and then pulled down his face: "Are you here, can you still give gifts? It's really outrageous. I still care about your gifts?"

Xie Qian doesn’t like giving gifts to others, which is well-known. Every time he celebrates his birthday party, no matter who sends the gifts, the second **** will order people to send them back. There has been a proverb in the capital that there are three major difficulties in becoming an official, one of which is the most difficult thing to give gifts to Xie Qian.

On the one hand, Xie Qian's family background is good, and on the other hand, he doesn't want to accept gifts from others. He feels guilty. You must know that people are short and people are soft-hearted. His temperament has always been straightforward. If he gets the benefits of others, his temperament will not be able to be exerted.

Ye Chunqiu laughed and said, "I heard that Uncle Shi loves to drink tea, so my nephew invited someone to Yuquan Mountain to get a gourd and clear spring for Uncle Shi to make tea. I hope Uncle Shi will not bother you."

It turned out to be a clear spring.

There is a thousand miles of goose feathers here, and the gift is light and affection is heavy. Xie Qian turned anger into joy and laughed: "So that's the case. I'm not convenient to collect other people's gifts, but you, Ye Chunqiu's spring water, is really disrespectful. Come on, Xie An, go and take Ye Shiniang's clear spring to make tea, and brew it with the rock tea I treasure."

After a while, Wuyi Rock Tea brewed with Qingquan Water was handed over, and the tea fragrance was everywhere. Ye Chunqiu was shocked by it. He took a sip and a sweetness echoed in his mouth. There was no bitterness. The tea fragrance remained between his mouth, and the fatigue of the day disappeared without a trace.

Ye Chunqiu said: "Good tea."

"Then drink more." Xie Qian smiled and said, "You are a rare guest, so you can't even invite him."

Why does this sound like sarcastic? Ye Chunqiu suddenly looked depressed, and Mr. Xie's mouth was really like a knife. Ye Chunqiu had to say, "Some time ago, my nephew had more things to do, so he didn't dare to disturb him."

Speaking of this, Xie Qian was really concerned: "Who did you offend? There are always people who make trouble, right? Well, I know that I should have asked about this, but Mr. Liu meant, let's take a look first, who would have thought you..." He smiled and continued: "I know what you mean. If you don't want to visit, you don't want to take these troubles on me. Well... Is I such a worldly and sensible person?"

He paused and continued, "If you are a good person and someone wants to harm you, I will naturally not allow you to be bullied, but you should not be arrogant because of your favor. You are young and you should be more careful when you come to this capital. You must not make trouble. You are still early. You have just entered the officialdom and will encounter many things in the future. The most important thing about dealing with people is to be ashamed of your heart."

Then he taught a lesson, and Ye Chunqiu quickly said yes and promised it.

After saying this, Xie Qian looked down at the desk for a moment and was speechless. Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but say, "What difficult has Uncle Shi encountered?"

Xie Qian smiled bitterly and said, "A few days ago, Cai Qing, the Imperial College Priest, died of illness. He and I were the same year as me. His family came to the capital to attend the funeral. I will soon support her coffin and return to the hometown to rebuild the funeral. His son came to ask me to write a tombstone. Because time was in a hurry, they were leaving tomorrow, I..."
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