The rule of the Ming Dynasty was to be a resigned official.

Officials cannot serve in their hometowns, and officials will not leave their hometowns. This was originally intended to prevent the emergence of local tyrants as strong as those in the Han Dynasty, and they could cover the sky with one hand and fish in the countryside, but it formed a distinctive political system of minor officials.

When he arrived at the office, he received the seal, the first thing the county magistrate had to do was to dig out the local files, either settle the grain tax first, or clear the prison administration first, and all of these were in the hands of the officials in each room. If the officials did not cooperate, the new official could only find the fish scale yellow book established during the last court census. For the county magistrates in the 16th year of Chongzhen, the latest document they could rely on was the record of Zhang Juzheng measuring the land in the world between the eighth and tenth years of Wanli.

Foreign county magistrates are often scholars from the top and Jinshi. These people study hard all year round, and most of them are from gentry families, and they have no idea about common affairs. However, officials have passed on from generation to generation, and the private books in their hands are much clearer and more accurate than official books, which directly helps them complete various tax tasks. Without them, officials' political achievements are completely unresolved, and even passing the examination is a problem. Therefore, county magistrates often pursue safety and live in peace with these officials. After their term of office expires, they will hold tens of thousands of people and be promoted to another place to be an official.

Because the prefect was also promoted by the county magistrate, he knew everything about the following ills and would not be too urged. It turned out that this was the case with Luoyang Prefecture. He didn't expect to hit the prince's hand, and he didn't expect that the prince would actually ask Shangfang's sword to imprison and investigate because of his "lazy" situation.

For a moment, everyone in Luoyang Prefecture was in danger, and they hugged each other like a hedgehog, pointing the thorns at the outside East Palace.

Zhang Shiqi brought his more than ten subordinates to the lobby of Luoyang Prefecture. What greeted him was these vigilance and rejection hidden under flattery.

"This mansion was wrongly loved by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and I need more support from the office. I also need all gentlemen to support me." Zhang Shiqi summoned the officials of the six rooms and gathered in the lobby to split the people he brought from Ruyang, without any concealing his suspicion of the original officials. He said, "Let's talk less, now the army is fighting bloody battles with the thieves, and we are waiting for the rear. We should prepare food and grass. The gentlemen of the household house have to work to organize and submit the fish scale yellow book of our mansion."

There are six ministries in the central government, and there are six houses in the local area. Households manage all household registrations, land, finance, taxation, and marriage registration in their jurisdiction, and are the most unavoidable house for new officials to take office. The officials in this house are also the most difficult to deal with. I don’t know how many files they have hidden. Many new officials who go to Fujian and Guangdong often offend household officials and end up buying vegetables.

Luoyang has recently been recaptured, and these officials dare not be too disrespectful to Shangguan. No matter what, Sun Chuanting, who was murdering people, was in Luoyang, and the prince who was dismissed from office and was also in charge. Who dared to mess around in the limelight?

"We will sort it out all night today and will definitely place it on the master's desk tomorrow." The head official came out to respond, looking gentle and docile.

Zhang Shiqi nodded and said, "Please leave a story for the third master, and the others prepare their own case files in recent years for investigation." The third master is a magistrate of the government and is in charge of the name of punishment. Xingde and the punishment is something that every local official has to do, and even if he has no interest, he has to go through such a formality.

Everyone in the mansion agreed in unison and went back to their respective staff to handle the errands.

Zhang Shiqi was old and had different energy. She only asked a few words and then served tea to see the guests. Even the magistrate felt that it was too perfunctory. After the magistrate left, Zhang Shiqi became energetic, spread paper and grind ink. She wrote down a string of lists, all of whom were met in the attendant's room and were ready to borrow from His Royal Highness the Prince.

This kind of thing didn't need to alarm the prince, but Wu Weiye was expelled and there was no real leader in the servant's room for a while. Compared with the unfamiliar Master Wu Ge, Zhang Shiqi would rather alarm the prince. After all, His Highness was decisive and decisive in his work. Originally, he stayed in Luoyang for a short time and could never stand wasting time.

——It’s better to expel the nerd who only knows how to recite poems and write essays.

Zhang Shiqi never forgets everything he wrote, but he still has time to think about Wu Weiye.

This naturally contains the resentment of those who failed the long-term test for the first time towards the second place.

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"Brother Meicun, why should I be like this little daughter!" Although Hou Fangyu stayed in Wu Weiye's home, he couldn't help but lose his temper at Wu Weiye who was drinking to relieve his sorrow and crying.

Wu Weiye was nine years older than Hou Fangyu, but he still couldn't stop crying and choked and said, "Brother Yu studied hard since he was a child. He was the first to be a senior, and worked diligently. Who would have thought that he would never be demoted. He hated me! He hated me!"

Hou Fangyu didn't know how to persuade him. He thought that he had traveled thousands of miles to Henan, and that he could not even meet him when he persuaded the prince to come forward to pardon his father. He originally thought that Ruzhou was a place of fierce battles and the prince was determined to fight and had no time to meet him. He only waited to make a decision when he arrived in Luoyang. Unexpectedly, his "bridge" was broken on the first day of entering the city.

——Why are there so many difficulties and obstacles to be a filial son?

Hou Fangyu sighed to the sky, and Wu Weiye was crying. Unconsciously, his nose was sore, and tears seemed to be about to gush out. He didn't want to hug Wu Weiye and cried bitterly, so he turned around and wiped the tears secretly, pretending to be calm, "The house is so stuffy, I'll go out for a walk."

Wu Weiye just poured himself wine and drank wildly, and his face was covered with tears and snot. He didn't even hear Hou Fangyu say goodbye.

Hou Fangyu walked out of Wu Weiye's temporary residence and left the gate. The government office was diagonally opposite. As soon as the people inside came out, they were talking in groups of three or three. The sound of Henan's local accent floated across his ears, and Hou Fangyu heard it clearly: it was saying that the old and stupid words of the new mansion. Hou Fangyu knew that Luoyang Mansion was an old juren from the Eastern Palace servant room, and a sudden light of inspiration flashed in his heart!

——Since the road in Wumeicun is not easy, why not try another road? This Zhang Mingfu was originally just a clerk. Occasionally, he heard Meicun say that he never forgets everything, and it is limited to this. Since he was valued by His Royal Highness, why not be a friend of the sermon for him, which can be considered to have entered the Eastern Palace!

Hou Fangyu glanced at the unrestrained officials and was about to go to the government office. When he walked to the door, he stopped again. After all, he was also the master of the government, how could he be so Meng Lang? He immediately turned back to his residence, changed into a set of clothes, and then took out the manuscripts prepared to see the prince, as well as the identity certificate for traveling abroad as a student, and the pass-through document. All of them were prepared. Hou Fangyu called the book boy and took the things to the government office.

Zhang Shiqi arranged for someone to send out a list of seconded use, and ordered him to burn a bucket of hot water, sit in the back hall, take off his official boots that have not been worn yet, and soak his feet comfortably. The fatigue along the way was soaked by the boiling hot water. Although it made him sweat all over and his feet turn red, he was very comfortable.

"Master! There is a scholar outside asking for a meeting." The entourage came in to report, holding a Mingla in his hand.

Zhang Shiqi, half open and half closed her eyes, muttering, "Where is the scholar?"

"He signed up for his name, but unfortunately he didn't remember it. It seemed that his father was also a high-ranking official." The follower smiled silly and handed over the name: "You will know it after you've seen it yourself."

Zhang Shiqi, an elderly man, had no style to his servants. He took Mingla with his mouth and saw "Secretary of the Ministry of War, Governor of the Military Affairs of the Seven Towns", which immediately scared his sleepy insects to nowhere. When he came to his senses, he found that the "Secretary of the Ministry of War" had a word "fore" on it, and his surname was Hou Wei Xun, so he was not an unknown person.

"Well, is it the son of Hou Junmen?" Zhang Shiqi and Hou Xun were not in a relationship, but out of respect, he still said: "Let him come in."

"Master, you..." Chang Sui lit his mouth towards the wooden barrel under Zhang Shiqi's feet.

"It's okay, I can't see it when I put it under the table." Zhang Shiqi raised his feet slightly, asked the follower to move the bucket under the table, and said, "Add some hot water."

The follower was helpless, but he only took five cents of Hou Fangyu's silver and brought the words. The master also allowed him to come in, no matter whether he saw him while washing his feet or taking a shower!

Hou Fangyu waited in the hall for a long time, watching the sun set in the west, afraid that a sentence would come from: Master, please rest, please morning tomorrow.

"Master tells you to go in." Changsui came out and looked at Hou Fangyu squintedly. Thinking about his master's boots, he couldn't even wear them. He thought he wouldn't be a big shot.

Hou Fangyu felt relieved and bowed to the end and thanked Changsui, and walked vigorously. Changsui quickly stopped him: "Can you break through at your house? Follow me!"

"It's me Meng Lang." Hou Fangyu quickly restrained his expression and cheered up his clothes, and was still very excited about his wise decision.

The two entered the back hall of the mansion master, one in front and one behind.

It was October and there was no stove in the main room. Zhang Shiqi was used to suffering but unexpectedly, but his servants could be lazy. Hou Fangyu was born in a rich family and rolled in the gold cave. He had a good grasp of the details of life. As soon as he entered the door, he found that the room was cold and covered with mould, and there was definitely no fire. He looked at Zhang Shiqi again. He was fifty or sixty years old. After sitting in the desk, his face was full of red, sweaty on his forehead, and in front of him was a pile of old files.

At first glance, he is a loyal and diligent official!

——No wonder the prince dismissed Wu Weiye and valued Zhang Shiqi. It’s not unreasonable!

Hou Fangyu glanced quickly and immediately bowed to the end: "Student Hou Fangyu, pay homage to the master of the mansion!"

Students can not kneel when they see the official and call themselves students, but Hou Fangyu wished to kneel down and kowtow to Zhang Shiqi, hoping to see the prince and submit the pleading full of blood and tears.

"Give a seat." Zhang Shiqi raised his old eyes and looked at Hou Fangyu, and said, "My father and I are also officials in the same dynasty, so there is no need to be restrained. What's the matter if you come to see our residence today?"

"Students know that the master is a model of officials in the world, and they only want to follow the master's case to learn more." Hou Fangyu responded with a clear voice with his draft. (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better and faster!
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