At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

"Hey, that's right, stand here."

The Ministry of Rites and the officials from Honglu Temple guided the new officials to find their respective positions.

"Humph."

Seeing this, Si Yuandao snorted coldly and entrusted Xie Yuheng to Yandu.

The little old man put his hands behind his back and went to settle the score with old man Ye Zhongliang.

In the past, there was no one to guide the positions at the Great Court Meeting on the first day of each month, and quarrels were common.

Xie Yuheng looked back and looked at Xie Zhushu and Xie Mingli who were about to stand outside the hall.

Xie Zhushu stood in the crowd of supervisory censors like a good boy without saying a word.

Xie Mingli, on the other hand, wore a blue official robe with a rusty owl patch.

Holding a locust wood wat board, he was talking in a low voice with his colleagues in the Hanlin Academy.

As if aware of Xie Yuheng's gaze, the man raised his eyes and smiled gently, indicating that his sister did not need to worry.

Yan Du's voice suddenly sounded above Xie Yuheng's head: "Look at Qi'ao, the green bamboo Yiyi. There are noble gentlemen, it's like talking to each other."

"The water and soil in Jiangling are really nourishing."

"On the contrary, I also want to throw the useless children and grandchildren at home to Xie's Academy to give them a good training."

He was appointed as a third-rank official in Yandu, but his descendants failed to succeed. In the Imperial College examination, he competed for the last place again and again!

Other officials felt guilty and frightened when they met the censor of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

When he met the master of the Imperial College, he felt very guilty...

Xie Yuheng looked back and said with a smile: "If Mr. Yan is willing, it's not impossible."

Jiangling is no better than Shangjing, with dignitaries and dignitaries everywhere.

If the second-generation official in Beijing fails to pass the imperial examination, there are other ways.

For example, you can start as a low-level official and then slowly work your way up.

Or when you do something and get the appreciation and support of a noble person, it is better than studying for several years.

Yan Du stroked his beard and smiled helplessly, "The dog is so naughty and naughty, how can it disturb the tranquility and elegance of Xie's Academy."

"The Marquis of Jiangling, Huangkou, is already in his prime at the age of 18. Even a bad boy with eight horses can't catch up with him."

Before Xie Yuheng could speak, the Zuodu Censor in front turned around and admonished:

"I can't even compare to my father, so I still expect my juniors to be better."

"The Master said, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you. When you are about to treat others, ask yourself first..."

The censor of Zuodu kept talking about it until the beginning of the court, and then he could let Yandu go.

His ears finally cleared, Xie Yuheng exhaled quietly, and silently lit three sticks of incense for Xie Zhushu...

After the start of the dynasty, the ministers reported their work and expressed their opinions.

Xie Yuheng also submitted the arrangements for the newspaper to the capital. According to logic, the Imperial College and Wuying Palace should be responsible for the printing.

Chu Heng thought for a moment and said, "Let it be handed over to the Ministry of Industry for printing first. Yang Qing, you can take care of it."

As soon as these words came out, all the officials of third rank and above were horrified.

Without him, the bachelor of Wuyingdian was none other than Ye Zhongliang, the Minister of Rites.

Everyone speculated what His Majesty meant by this. Could it be that the position of the Grand Scholar of Wuying Palace needs to be replaced?

There are six bachelors in the cabinet, but no one from the Ministry of War or Ministry of Industry is in the cabinet.

If His Majesty wants to mention Si Yuandao as the teacher of Jiangling Marquis, shouldn't he leave the matter to the Ministry of War?

Your Majesty’s heart is like a needle in the sea! Can't catch it, can't figure it out.

Just as Xie Yuheng returned to the queue, he heard a somewhat familiar voice:

"I impeach Fan Hong, the minister of Guanglu Temple, for instructing my brother-in-law to make money!"

Fan Hong was sweating profusely when he heard this. Yesterday, his brother-in-law had a fight with others and ended up in Jingzhao Yin Prison, and he was the one who got him out.

He hurriedly got out of the queue and shouted: "I am wronged!"

"I would like to practice frugality and save money on food and clothing. I only have two new clothes at the end of the year."

"It's just that there are holes in the shoes and socks, so I sew them up and make do with them."

"Censor Fang's impeachment must also rely on evidence. Don't rely on your status as censor to spread rumors and make things out of nothing!"

Who knows that a few days ago, Fang Fengxu was disliked by His Majesty and was forced to stand at Chengtian Gate until it got dark before leaving the palace.

Xie Yuheng lowered his eyes. It turned out that the 'King of Cooks' censor was from Chi Guanxu.

Fang Fengxu showed no sign of impatience and continued: "I really have no substantial evidence."

"It's just that I met someone in a restaurant yesterday during my sleep. He claimed to be the sworn brother of Guanglu Temple Minister's brother-in-law."

"You can sell the bad ingredients at a high price, so you can eat them no matter how much you eat, and you can collect them every day!"

"I dare to ask Master Fan, besides Guanglu Temple, who else in the capital can use so many ingredients?"

"The government agencies didn't give any money to the public kitchen of Guanglu Temple? Don't we deserve to eat something good?"

Every word is heart-breaking and every sentence is penetrating to the bones.

The minister, who was just watching the show, also glared at Fan Hong.

Damn it, those pigs were used to eating it, but King Rui brought back many cooks from Jiangling.

The food is so delicious!

In contrast, the pig food made by the chef at Guanglu Temple is even more unpalatable!

It's a pity that there are not many cooks in Jiangling, and the Queen Mother and Concubine sent a few over.

Nowadays, only the lunches for officials of second rank and above are cooked by Jiangling cooks, and others can only envy them.

Fan Hong's head was buzzing. Wu Fan had sworn brothers...he didn't even know how many there were.

He gritted his teeth and took the blame back to Fang Fengxu.

"How can you go to court if you speak without proof?"

"Then I also said that I met someone this morning, saying that Fang Yushi was having sex with a prostitute!"

Anticipating that Fan Hong would grab a big pot, Fang Fengxu curled his lips and said, "The man's name is Zhang Xian, and he lives in Xuanyangfang."

"Your Majesty is wise, please send someone to investigate and find out the authenticity."

"On the other hand, Mr. Fan, who was an official in the same dynasty, actually..."

Fang Fengxu shook his head, as if he didn't agree with Fan Hong's behavior of jumping over the wall in a hurry.

At this point, I think that the man named Zhang Xian has been bribed by the Chi family.

Xie Yuheng rubbed the ivory wat board between his fingers, and Chi Guanxu was about to collapse with just one diarrhea...

It’s a really good knife. I’ll borrow it next time.

After the disbandment of the dynasty, Fan Hong was taken away by people from the Metropolitan Procuratorate and Dali Temple, and Zuo Shaoqing was temporarily in charge of all affairs.

Fang said goodbye to Si Yuan and walked towards the Hanlin Academy, when a man blocked Xie Yuheng's way.

The man bowed deeply to Xie Yuheng and said, "My subordinate is Zuo Shaoqing of Guanglu Temple. I have the temerity to stop the Marquis of Jiangling. I'm really sorry."

Xie Yuheng waved his hand, and the man scratched his head in embarrassment and said, "I heard that the cook that King Rui brought back to Beijing came from Xie's Academy."

"I would like to ask Lord Marquis if this cooking skill can be passed on to others?"

"Do you want the chef from Jiangling to teach those people who are in the corpse position to eat vegetarian food?"

Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows. She could guess with the red bird's head that at least most of the cooks in Guanglu Temple were Fan Hong's people.

The man waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, I want them to serve as chefs and guide the cooks in cooking."

"This way, other officials won't have to continue eating meals that even pigs... pigs will find unpalatable!"

The man wiped the sweat from his forehead, he was used to scolding.