Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

Di Qing was glad that he didn't have to worry about how to tell a lie, but he didn't know that his father-in-law didn't bother to check his situation early in the morning, so Zhang Kang had already invited him to see Su Ma Guotou, who was specially dressed up.

Although Su Ma Guotou knew that Zhang Kang must have told the details of the situation, but he was still willing to let go of this great opportunity and try to build friendship with Lu Jiedu.

Of course, if Lu Ci was only Lu Qinzhou, Su Ma Guotou would not be so rare.

After all, the prefects change every three years, and they often don't even know the situation of the government office, so they have to make plans for the next term and open up relationships.

The stability of Zhizhou's power is probably not as strong as that of him who has hundreds of horses, so why bother to please him?

But Jiedushi is quite different - Su Maguotou has gained a lot of knowledge after traveling all over the world.He saw that Lu Ci was already in such a high position at such a young age, not to mention his ability, but he was definitely a big celebrity in front of the officials.

With such a powerful character, he might never have the chance to make friends with him in his life, so who would want to miss this time?

Although Lu Ci had never met Su Ma Guotou, it was not difficult for him to give an overall picture of Su Ma Guotou's temperament from Zhang Kang's narration.

When he actually saw Su Ma Guotou with a flattering smile on his face, Lu Ci understood that his guess was almost inseparable.

Zhang Kang was a little surprised to find that Lu Jiedu, who was always gentle and kind to others, who made people feel the spring breeze, was calm and reticent this time.

His attitude made Su Ma Guotou very cautious, but at the same time, his originally tense appearance relaxed a lot, which made him puzzled.

After Su Ma Guotou got some ambiguous answers, left a large number of gifts, and left contentedly, ready to come back another day, Zhang Kang couldn't help but said: "Don't hide the truth, although this person is greedy for money and has a good reputation, so However, it will come in handy in this matter, and we still need to take care to maintain the relationship so that he can do it with all his heart."

Lu Ci smiled, and said disapprovingly, "For someone like Su Ma Guotou, who is used to storms, rather than being gentle, it's better to show kindness and strength. On the contrary, it will make him feel more at ease, and he will be more willing to take risks in the future."

For a horse pot head who drinks blood at the edge of a knife and lives with his head tied to his belt, where is there a shortage of people who treat him politely?

A Jiedushi with a gentle and soft temperament, who obviously wants something from him, is far less deterrent and convincing than a Jiedushi who is unpredictable and makes him unable to see his mind.

Especially in this matter, the risks involved are huge. If Su Ma Guotou is not restrained in time, it is impossible for the latter to feel uneasy, intend to repent, or even turn against him in order to protect himself.

Zhang Kang was dubious when he heard the words.

According to his usual style, for the informants who need to be reused, they must be rewarded heavily, in exchange for the other party's determination to move forward.

But seeing Lu Ci's confident appearance, he hesitated for a moment, and out of trust in the other party, he did not continue.

After sending Su Ma Guotou away, Lu Ci allowed Zhang Kang to continue sorting out the information that Tubo's elaboration had passed on one after another, while he returned to the Yamen Office to hand over the memorial to the capital for final modification. .

After the letter was finished, Lu Ci picked up a small pile of business affairs that had been quietly piled up and looked through them at a speed that stunned others as he watched the soldiers go out of the city at full speed.

Teng Zongliang finally finished his foreign affairs, and came back to the government office covered in frost and snow. Without thinking about it, he went straight to Lu Ci's office, and threw himself in front of the warm stove: "Hey, I'm about to freeze to death!"

"Thank you." Lu Ci glanced at him with a smile, and moved the chair next to him: "Aren't you tired of bending over like this? Sit down quickly."

"You still have some conscience." Teng Zongliang sat down unceremoniously, he didn't know what he thought of, and he couldn't hide his sadness: "Only at this moment, who is so tired that he is half dead, can enjoy some of Zhang Gongshou's treatment."

...a very strong vinegar smell.

"I know you've had a hard time going out of the office today." Lu Ci's eyelids twitched slightly, and he decisively changed the subject, "I've already reviewed the official affairs piled up on your desk for you. If you have time, you can go through them again."

That is to say, Lu Ci and Teng Zongliang are close, so there will be a situation of reviewing official documents on behalf of them: otherwise, for the general judge, refuting the magistrate's notes is really the most powerful moment, and the magistrate will make corrections on his behalf. What about the situation of covering the sky with one hand?

"Why did you treat me so well today?" Teng Zongliang didn't feel flattered, but stared at Lu Ci suspiciously for a while: "Weird, really weird."

The corner of Lu Ci's mouth twitched slightly: "For the sake of your words, I will definitely not meddle in my own business next time."

"That can't be done!" Teng Zongliang got up quickly, held Lu Ci's hand holding the pen with a smile, and shook it up and down flatteringly: "Look at the cold weather, I was sent out by you to run around, I was so tired I can't even drink my saliva, and my hands and feet are numb from the cold, so why would I want to read these official documents again? It would be really considerate of you to help with it."

"I don't want you to gossip." Lu Ci said angrily: "After today's business is over, do you want to come to my mansion?"

"Why," Teng Zongliang said with a smile, "but Brother Zhu misses me so much?"

Lu Ci didn't make any excuses, and said directly: "It has nothing to do with Brother Zhu, but Brother Qing is sick."

Teng Zongliang was surprised, and asked subconsciously: "Young brother? Isn't it Zhudi?"

If he remembered correctly, this was the first time he had heard that the young brother, whose body was like iron, would also be bedridden for a day?

"I'm not so old that I can't tell the difference between Younger Brother and Zhudi." Lu Ci said with a smile, "If you have time, you might as well come and see him, lest he stay alone in my house and recuperate and be bored."

"Then I must go." Teng Zongliang said with a smile: "It just so happens that I'm free, so I'll stop by and buy some gifts for visiting the sick."

"You don't have to—" so politely.

However, just as Lu Ci's words started, the enthusiastic Teng Zongliang ran away in a hurry.

Lu Ci shook his head helplessly, only bowed his head, and continued to review the remaining few official documents.

Coincidentally, when the lanterns were first lit, he had just put down the last approved document when he heard the sound of Teng Zongliang's footsteps.

"Why do you buy so much food?" After seeing the big and small bags in Teng Zongliang's hand, Lu Ci couldn't help but frowned, and said speechlessly, "He is still ill, but there are many taboos, the things you bought... ...I'm afraid he won't be able to eat at all, so it's better to buy some warm clothes."

Di Qing grew up too fast, and his stature increased every year. No, some new clothes were made in the middle of the year, and now they are too short.

Teng Zongliang said confidently: "Who said this is for the younger brother?"

Lu Ciyun glanced at him.

"I'm going to show him the food before he collapses." Teng Zongliang said triumphantly, "Usually it's just you two working together, making me feel hopeless, but today it's my turn to be elated, and make him greedy for a while, right?"

It turned out to be the case.

Lu Ci glanced at him with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to grab it without hesitation, and said decisively, "Don't even think about it."

Teng Zongliang was caught off guard and was robbed. Seeing that the plan was about to fail, he refused to accept it and said: "It's just a joke, the younger brother is very broad-minded, so he won't really annoy me, so why are you so anxious to help him?" Early?"

Lu Ci was unmoved: "It's been a long time since he's been sick, and he's already very uncomfortable, so you still have the nerve to bully him?"

Such an honest and well-behaved child, but because of his usual high demands, he was forced to work too hard, causing him to collapse from exhaustion.

In terms of emotion and reason, Teng Zongliang should not let Teng Zongliang play tricks on talents.

Teng Zongliang tried to snatch it back, but he was not as tall as Lu Ci, and his movements were not as flexible as the opponent's. He jumped up and down a few times, but ended up "bringing his own humiliation", so he had to give up resentfully.

Facing the little Taotie who caused his plan to die prematurely, he couldn't help feeling a little bit resentful, and said: "Look at my attitude, how can I treat a righteous brother? It's clearly because of my wife that I have such partiality and favor!"

Lu Ci's eyebrows twitched when he heard it, and he couldn't help but tap him heavily on the forehead: "Stop talking nonsense!"

Facts have proved that although people cannot easily kill rumors, they can easily kill the carrier of rumors.

After being hit by Lu Ci's solid hammer, Teng Zongliang can be regarded as honest for a while.

However, when the two returned to Lu Ci's mansion and went straight to the bedroom where Di Qing was supposed to be lying down, they were surprised to find nothing.

"Where did the younger brother go?"

Lu Ci was puzzled, so he found a servant to ask, only to learn that Di Qing had been lying in bed all day, and after taking medicinal soup, his condition had improved a lot. In order to return to the barracks as soon as possible, he now went to Houlin for daily training .

"Why do you let him mess around?"

Lu Ci's face darkened slightly, and he frowned in displeasure. After all, he didn't attack the restless servant, but endured it, and went straight to Houlin with Teng Zongliang, who was watching the show.

Di Qing's health is excellent, and it was just a frightened ailment. After eating a few bowls of medicinal soup and taking a full sleep during the day, his body felt much lighter.

After all, he had a ghost in his heart, and he didn't dare to stay long in the grandfather's mansion that could fascinate him all the time. In order to let the grandfather feel at ease earlier, and let him go back to the barracks, he took advantage of the strength in his body to recover. Lin Li practiced according to the usual content.

With both hands and toes on the ground, he first did [-] push-ups in a row without blushing and panting, and then switched to one hand, and after doing [-] each, he still felt that he had nowhere to use his strength.

The servant on the side of the attendant was terrified, with a bitter face, and persuaded him many times: "Di Lang, please go back to your room quickly, the master will be back soon, seeing that you have not recovered from your illness, you have to make such a fuss, I must We are asking."

The grandfather is so gentle, he never scolded his servants, as long as he explained clearly, how could it be as serious as he said?

Di Qing didn't intend to follow the other party's advice, but he also felt a little sore in his arms, so he made up his mind and ordered: "You sit on me, and I will do another hundred, and I will go back with you."

"……Yes."

Di Qing didn't even raise his eyes half an inch from the beginning to the end, so he missed the hesitation of his servant when he answered.

After saying this, he soon felt a light person sitting on his back.

Why is it so light?Are you not full?

It's not worth one-third of Gao Jixuan's weight and half of Yang Wenguang's weight.

Di Qing frowned slightly, but couldn't care less about being critical.

In order to pay attention to vigorous efforts, he held his breath and started to do it with all his strength.

After finishing a solid hundred, the person who had been sitting silently on his back finally chuckled and said calmly: "Di Xiaoqing, your waist strength is really good."

Di Qing: "..."

The strong waist, which was still filled with steel and iron bones, became soft like tofu after the ear recognized the owner of the voice, and fell down on the spot.