Feudal scholar-bureaucrats reborn: marrying a husband and marrying a virtuous

The Lin family has added many people one after another in the past two years, and the house has become difficult to live in. Later, Lin Fangqin made the decision and built a new one behind the original big courtyard, and the Lin family moved to the newly built bigger one. In the more refined inner courtyard, apart from the guest room and study room in the front yard, only Mrs. Zhao's family and Lao Wangtou's family live there.

The autumn sky is extraordinarily clear, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, the moonlight shines in through the windows, and the room is bright and clean. When you smell the newly built house carefully, it seems that there is still a faint smell of tung oil.

When Zhao Shiyue came back from the children's room, Lin Fangqin had just finished writing the letter to Brother Xu. When he saw him come in, he smiled and said, "Are you all asleep?"

Zhao Shiyue replied with a smile: "Well..., fell asleep, something is wrong when you come back from uncle's house, is there any embarrassment?"

Lin Fangqin was not surprised either. In the past few years, he has been able to hide his emotions and anger to some extent, but he is only an outsider. At least he has never been able to hide his happiness or worry from Yue Yue, but this matter is not suitable to say To him, Lin Fangqin had no choice but to explain: "There is nothing troublesome now, but it is estimated that there will be in the future, heh... In fact, it can only be said as it is, and it is not easy to draw a conclusion now."

Sometimes it is not necessarily a bad thing for the person next to your pillow to hide from you, Zhao Shiyue felt that there was no need to ask why, so he just smiled and said: "Since it didn't happen, then I won't ask, but I have someone here who has already Do you want to hear what happened?"

Lin Fangqin saw 'I really want to tell you' written all over his face, how could he dare to refuse, so he had to take the initiative to ask: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Shiyue immediately became interested, sat next to Lin Fangqin, and said gossipingly: "When you went to the tea shop with your father this morning, I came back early after chatting with my father, but my father told me something Interesting thing!"

Zhao Shiyue was still in suspense when he said this, so he stopped and looked at Lin Fangqin.

Lin Fangqin: "..."

Lin Fangqin said helplessly, "What's interesting?"

Zhao Shiyue continued: "Father Mu also heard from Mrs. Liu that Aunt Xiao took her daughter Liu Mingzhu to Hangzhou to play a few days ago, and when she was offering incense in Lingyin Temple, Liu Mingzhu's clothes accidentally got stained with the temple's new clothes. I painted red paint, and went to the guest room in the backyard to replace it. It turned out that a scholar who lived in the guest room had left something behind, and when he came back to look for it, he happened to meet Liu Mingzhu who had taken off his clothes."

Zhao Shiyue shook his head and sighed, "Father Mu said that Liu Mingzhu was already engaged to that scholar, and Aunt Xiao finally got her wish and found a scholar to be her son-in-law."

Lin Fangqin smiled happily after seeing his husband finished sighing, and didn't care about his husband. In fact, he didn't realize what was so interesting about this matter.

If it was Lin Fangxu, he would probably know what is interesting about this matter. The interesting thing is that the same situation happened in his previous life, and he was the scholar who went back to get things.

In her previous life, Ai Xiaoya said that her second brother bought him a wolf pen and put it on the table in the guest room, and asked him if he remembered to take it when he left?

You didn't say hello when you put it away, who remembers to take it?So he went back to get it, and cheated himself for the rest of his life.

Naturally, Lin Fangqin didn't know about his younger brother's bad marriage in his previous life. He just felt that Yueyue seemed to be a different person after she turned 30, and she loved to gossip about some short and boring gossip about her parents.

It's also not like before, when he is happy or sad, he will act like a baby to himself, and even hug himself and kiss him. Now he is going to go to bed after talking about other people's family affairs and laughing himself.

Lin Fangqin was depressed for a while, stepped forward, picked up the man who was undressing, and threw him on the bed.

"Ah!..." Zhao Shiyue exclaimed, "Lin Fangqin! What are you doing?"

Lin Fangqin closed the curtain and pressed it quickly, what to do?Heh..., he will double the benefits he lost!

'Dongsheng my brother

Don't come here for a long time, I don't know how your situation is, will everything go well?

The parents at home are in good health, the children are lively, everything is safe, don't worry about it.

But there is one thing that I feel very strange for my brother, so I have to write to tell it.

This year the weather is not good, many places like Jiangsu and Zhejiang have reduced production, and the county officials in Wuyi County did not raise the apportionment and salary, but lowered the tax. Brother, I deeply feel that this is a big deal, and you must make plans early.

If there is a change, remember to be wise and protect yourself, and don't be greedy for merit...'

Lin Fangxu read the letter sent by his eldest brother twice, then put it in front of the candlestick and lit it. The bright flame reflected his calm face.

If it was transported by water, the team transporting the autumn grain would probably have already arrived in the capital. Lin Fangxu still went to run errands for the emperor step by step the next day, rushing to Wenyuan Pavilion in a hurry.

He had already run back and forth between Wenyuan Pavilion and Qianqing Palace twice this morning, and when he approached Wenyuan Pavilion for the third time, the two elders hadn't finished arguing.

At this time, Mr. Kong Ge spoke righteously and asked impassionedly: "My son Dong Xi! Although the old man is in charge of the military department to have more contacts with the military officer, I can't tolerate your slander! The old man advocates repairing the city wall pass first, how did it come to your mouth?" It’s like wooing the military officer, and the intention is wrong! Do you want me, Dawei Erlang, to fight against the Mengnu iron cavalry without any barriers! Only you cowards who fled south can say such a thing!”

As soon as the last sentence came out, the atmosphere froze for a moment, and his painful feet were stepped on again and again. Mr. Dong Ge couldn't maintain his usual elegance and gentleness, and his face was livid. It is incomparable, but the Yangtze River has suffered from severe floods in the past two years. The river embankment built by the previous dynasty has long been dilapidated. Can they ignore it?"

Elder Li Ge stood up at this time and said softly: "Don't be impatient, you two, why don't you ask the Ministry of Households to carefully calculate and see where you can move some more money and food."

The elders of the pavilion also discuss seniority, among them, the elder with the lowest seniority and the lowest seniority is usually the most low-key, but at this time he said unhappily: "Master Li, I will be in charge of the household department, and I have already planned for a long time. There is no money, do you want to go to the warehouse of the household department to have a look?"

Elder Kong Ge seemed to be still angry at Dong Xi's slander, he slapped the book case with his palm, and said loudly, "Your Lin family, come here...!"

Lin Fangxu, Shang Tan, Kong Jie and the others were standing on the sidelines obediently to watch the politics, but he quickly stepped forward upon hearing the words.

"Those are posted in red." Kong Ge pointed to a pile of memorials and finished speaking, then picked up the two copies at hand and handed them to him, and said in a dissatisfied tone: "As for these two copies, you can directly answer the holy one and say The cabinet has different opinions and cannot make a conclusion, so we can only ask the Holy Majesty to decide it himself."

Lin Fangxu picked up a pile of memorials, put the two copies on top, and hurried to the Qianqing Palace. His Majesty, the emperor who is diligent in government and loves the people, has already been urged twice by him.

The two memorials placed on it were of course the first to be quarreled by the old man, and the emperor suddenly asked: "Dongsheng is young, and he has never seen the Mengnu iron cavalry. I have seen with my own eyes how they plundered the people and how they killed people like hemp. In the end, under the heavy siege of the Han army, about one-third of the people escaped and ran back to the grassland, can you imagine how powerful they are?"

Lin Fangxu said respectfully: "Although I was fortunate to be born in a peaceful and prosperous age, when I was young, I used to analyze the disparity in military strength, life and death casualties, and the strategy of using troops in various battles..."

Speaking of this, Lin Fangxu hesitated for a while, and then said seriously: "After the analysis, I dare to guess that the combat power of the Mengnu cavalry is probably extraordinary. If there is no right time and place, there will be more Mengnu cavalry running back to the grassland."

After listening, Emperor Jianwen looked at Zhongshu Sheren, who was not yet full in front of him, and said with a smile: "Heh..., when you were young, did you analyze it? You had some vision when you were young, and the fact is true. The reason why the emperor and the elder brother Huang attach great importance to the assessment of the capital battalion's source of troops and the training of combat power."

After Emperor Jianwen finished speaking, his face moved again and said: "Old Kong Ge was the one who almost died under the iron cavalry of Mengnu. The people who fled south really couldn't understand. They lived too comfortably."

Lin Fangxu bowed his head and remained silent, but his heart was a little moved, but running a country is not so simple

How could he act according to his own feelings? Emperor Jianwen may have sensed that he had lost his sense of proportion, and after regaining his senses, he continued: "The matter that Mr. Dong Ge is worried about really needs to be resolved urgently. If we don't prevent it from happening , A heavy rain next year, I don’t know what consequences it will cause.”

After Emperor Jianwen finished speaking, he patted his forehead lightly and said with a headache: "Hey..., the treasury has no money to make a fuss about one thousand and ten thousand, and now we can only wait for the autumn tax to go into the treasury to see if other things can be settled. Take it easy and settle these two matters first."

In this way, His Majesty the Emperor has concluded the coffin. Everyone is waiting for the autumn tax to enter Beijing, and then start to repair the city walls and build dams.

At the end of September, the autumn taxes from all over the country began to be transported to the capital one after another. The entire household department, from the household secretary to the gatekeeper, was extremely busy. However, as the autumn grain from the northern provinces was slowly registered and put into storage, Even inside Wenyuan Pavilion, the past ten days have been calm and happy.

However, after the taxes and grains from various parts of the south of the Yangtze River were also transported to the household department, the previous joy slowly dissipated. Lin Fangxu would be instructed by the emperor every day to go to the household department a few times to copy the amount of newly entered grain, and then go to the household immediately. Qianqing Palace reported to His Majesty the Emperor.

The data that Lin Fangxu updated in real time every day, not only did not let the emperor breathe a sigh of relief, but his face became darker and darker.

Every morning at the court, the civil and military officials who used to fight have been quiet as chickens recently, trying not to mobilize the boss's sensitive nerves at this time, so as not to be burned to ashes by this fire.

However, things backfired. When the farthest Fujian grain guard took his grain delivery corvee back home, Shang Zhongyan, Shang Taifu, the first Sangong in the Great Wei Dynasty, was written by Xu Zhao, the former Hangzhou Xieyuan, including Jinhua Mansion. A memorial jointly signed by 58 official and fourth-rank prefects, including Li County Magistrate of Wuyi County, Shaoxing Prefecture, and Taizhou Prefecture, and [-] seven-rank county magistrates including Li County Magistrate of Wuyi County was handed over to the imperial case.