Various applications of ancestral skills [Quick Transmigration]

"Brother Zhang, I don't know what happened to those poor family members you contacted?" In the private room of Lanshanfang, there were still young masters from those families, and one of them asked a handsome young master.

"I've already contacted them. Those poor family members are really ignorant. Once I told them who caused them to look like this, I agreed to write a joint letter with us to knock on the drum."

If Ming Yu was here, he would definitely recognize that this hypocritical voice was the voice of the man who was talking to the clan elder at that time.

"And the elder of that villain's family is also sensible, and agreed to help reveal the real face of that villain to the public."

The hypocritical young master waved his fan triumphantly, and slowly told the other young masters how he persuaded those humble children and clan elders.

"As expected of Brother Zhang, the villain who steals the official position will definitely reveal his true colors, and the Holy Spirit will definitely not leave such a villain behind." The young man in Tsing Yi said with admiration on his face.

"The majesty will see King An's true face after that villain exposed his face. The so-called ridiculous thing of raising sheep and becoming an official will never happen again." The young man with a male duck voice said happily Said, he raised his glass to the hypocrite son.

The hypocritical young man, enjoying the adoring eyes of the people around him, was about to say a few words of self-effacing, when his servant pushed the door open, walked quickly to the hypocritical young man, and wanted to say something to him.

The hypocritical young master was very happy, and found that his young man was so disappointing, he couldn't help saying with a little anger on his face: "Why are you here so urgent that you can't wait until I finish my meeting with you young masters?"

The boy's tears were about to come out, he was so young, it really made people feel distressed, the young master said: "Brother Zhang, let him talk, I'm afraid there is something urgent at home."

The hypocrite had no choice but to let the young man speak, but the young man hesitated, opened his mouth and remained silent for a long time, which made the hypocritical young man who felt ashamed in front of other young men angry.

"Why don't you dare to speak in public? Do you have to force me to sell you?" As soon as the words came out, the boy was so frightened that tears came to his eyes. Those poor families who made good friends handed over the post together, saying that the matter of knocking on Deng Wengu will be over tomorrow!"

The atmosphere in the whole box froze.

The hypocritical young man couldn't hold back the expression on his face, stepped forward and grabbed the boy by the collar, and shouted angrily: "What are you talking about! Are these poor families so untrustworthy that they are afraid that their official career will not be smooth in the future? And it has been agreed before, What happened, tell me quickly!"

The boy was picked up by his collar and whispered tremblingly: "It may be because of a clothing store next to those poor children. It seems to be opened by King An."

The hypocrite roared angrily: "What influence can a clothing store have? Could it be that King An gave them ready-made clothes? Tell me quickly!"

The boy was frightened by the ferocious expressions of his son and the whole box, he quickly closed his eyes and shouted out what happened?

"But that clothing store is still under the banner of the emperor!"

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After Ming Yuruo sent the note to the shop opened by King An, he became uneasy, and when the three days came, he rushed to the capital in a hurry, of course, under the banner of getting sweaters for his mother and sister.

Ming Yuruo took back the sweater from the sweater shop, and after receiving her father's compliment, she pretended to be shy and went back to her room, and then quickly opened the note that the shopkeeper stuffed into her sleeve.

'It is known that the court will meet in a few days, remember to prepare the scriptures that the king told you before. '

Ming Yuruo looked at this note and couldn't understand it. Could it be possible that the prince doesn't care about the joint letter signed by those literati?Or does the prince have other means?

Mingyue Ruo knocked on the door of her father's room with doubts, and told herself that she would be taken by King An to speak at the Great Court Meeting in a few days.

"Father, you also know that I was able to become an official by virtue of my kindness and some small achievements of my own. I really don't understand these things. I beg my father to teach me." Ming Yuruo calmly asked her father for advice. No matter how insignificant this old thing is, he still has merits in being an official.

Ming County Magistrate froze all of a sudden, the Grand Court Meeting was an occasion he had dreamed of going to all his life, he couldn't help but take a deep look at Ming Yuruo in front of him, the expression in his eyes was quite complicated, it was both pride and jealousy .

In the end, if Mingyu got what she wanted, after she finished writing the notebook, she recalled the previous incident. Did the prince care about it or did he have other means?The curious Ming Yuruo came to the capital again.

The prince still cared about it, Ming Yuruo, who was standing at the door of the sweater shop, stared blankly at the scene of a bunch of people rushing to buy sweaters regardless of their image.

At the entrance of the sweater shop, two banners were hung high, saying, "For those who come to Beijing to catch the exam, if you buy sweaters in this shop, you can get a [-]% discount according to the directions." '

"Each Luyin is limited to five pieces! Only during the scientific research period!"

It's very plain language and very rude, but the effect is very good.

Ming Yuruo looked at the scene where the sweater shop in front of him was about to be squeezed through the threshold by those movers, then looked at the inn beside him, and asked the maid next to him, "When did the prince open the shop here?"

The maid specially given to Ming Yuruo by King An gave a salute and replied: "It was only two or three days ago when I returned to Ming to serve the peasants."

That is to say, he had only passed the news to An Wang for two days before he thought of a countermeasure.

Ming Yuruo recalled the previous deeds of King An and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: I am worthy of being King An, and I am so stupid to worry that something will happen to him.

But what if such an action is regarded as winning over the hearts of the emperor?Ming Yuruo couldn't help thinking.

"The Emperor also knows about this matter, Ming servants can come and see with me." Hearing the words of the maid next to her ear, Ming Yuruo realized with a little embarrassment that she had accidentally expressed her inner thoughts just now.

She pretended to be calm and followed the maid to lead the way to the wall of the sweater shop. The most conspicuous notice was pasted on the wall, and Ming Yuruo caught Ming Yuruo's eyes as soon as she looked up.

'Because of His Majesty's mercy, the reduction of [-]% of the money will be made up by His Majesty, so you don't have to worry about the store. '

And under this line of writing is a large blank wall, and now these walls have been written by the disciples with poems and even prose praising the Holy One.

Ming Yuruo stared blankly at the ink that was about to fill up the blank wall in front of her, and understood why the prince was not worried about the so-called joint letter.

The Holy Majesty paid out of his own pocket to make up for the so-called profit from the competition with the people. Isn't it a slap in the face of the Holy Majesty to mention this matter again?

Things were just as Ming Yuruo expected. Most of the poor children who were contacted by the hypocritical son retreated because they bought such cheap and warm sweaters, and some of them had their consciences eaten by dogs. After seeing the current situation Also handed over the exit post.

The hypocritical young man can't wait to run up to those poor children, grab them by the collar and ask, is it for a sweater?

If it was really asked, the children of the poor family would probably nod their heads and say, as for the truth.

After all, the weather in February in Beijing still makes people shiver with cold, and if they want to enter the examination institute wearing single clothes under such conditions, the examination institute's heat preservation facilities are good, so they can only work hard on their clothes.

A thick and elastic sweater is the first choice. Although it is a bit prickly, it is better than freezing to death. Moreover, during the pre-exam inspection, you can directly pull the elastic sweater a few times to see whether there is entrainment. Unlined clothing should be clear.

Many children from poor families held the sweater up to the sky, and even began to write poems about it. When it comes to sweaters, they cannot avoid King An and His Majesty. It has risen to an unimaginable level.

And as these poor children sent the sweaters back to their hometowns, the parents at home touched such thick and warm clothes after receiving them, and while feeling the novelty, they couldn't help but put them on to show off.

"Ms. Juren, what kind of clothes are you wearing?" In a small town, seeing Jurenniang coming out wearing a thick dress, everyone gathered around curiously.

Because they belonged to neighbors, Ju Renniang also explained to them quite generously: "This is what Xiao Wu sent back to me from the capital. Tell me, I plan food all by myself, and I rely on Xiao Wu. How can I afford such nice clothes after getting out of the field."

The neighbors looked at this thick sweater enviously, and couldn't help saying: "This dress is quite expensive, isn't your little five's money enough? If it's not enough, we can help you together?"

Ju Renniang shook her head and said mysteriously: "My little five only spent half of the money to get this dress. Guess who paid for it?"

The neighbors shook their heads in unison, and Ju Ren's mother couldn't help but grinned and said, "It's the Holy One! This time, people like my Xiao Wu who came to Beijing to catch the exam can be led to them to buy sweaters by the way. I'm sure Lu Yin is fine, so I'll cut 5% of the money! The 5% of the money is specially subsidized by the Holy One because he loves my little five, but I can only buy 5 pieces."

The neighbors immediately looked at the sweater in different ways, but some neighbors still asked suspiciously: "Mother Juren, what do you mean by a poor family?"

Juren's mother gave them a white look and said: "It's the scholars who are confessed by poor people like you and me. The Holy One knows that it is difficult for us to confess these scholars, so he specially subsidizes them."

The neighbors exclaimed: "Your Majesty is too kind to the Juzis. Mother Juren, you have to tell Xiao Wu to work hard for the Majesty."

Ju Renniang said affirmatively: "That's not true. The Shengshang family has treated us so well. If my Xiao Wu dares to do anything sneaky and tricky, I will be the first to go up and beat him."

With Jurenniang showing off, this sweater caused a huge sensation in this small town, and this incident kept happening in other places in the Central Plains.

This made those old ministers very dissatisfied with such business affairs, how could they have anything to do with the Holy Majesty?If the Holy Majesty wants to feel sorry for Juzi, he can directly donate these clothes, instead of polluting the eyes of Juzi with such a stuff.

The veterans have been out of the market life for too long and don't know it. For those poor family members, they would rather let those things soak their bodies and minds thoroughly than shivering in the cold wind.

With the increasing dissatisfaction of those veterans, finally came the day of the Great Court Meeting.

When there was something to play, and the voice of leaving the court without anything sounded, an old minister took the lead and took a step forward, saying with a serious expression.

"My minister Qizuo, Mingyu Ruoming is not worthy of serving the peasants, and he is appointed an official because of the things done by low-level servants. He is not in harmony with the ancestors' etiquette. If things go on like this, he is afraid that the atmosphere will be corrupted. I hope the emperor will judge."

The author has something to say: Please comment and collect

The former poor boy: We want the Holy One to recognize the true face of King An!

The current poor boy: Hey, the sweater is really warm