Ding Tian's Ancient Life

It is normal for the officials of the first and second ranks to alert the emperor, and the third rank will also be selected by the emperor, up to the fourth rank, and the outstanding officials will also be paid attention to by the emperor.

In fact, there are many officials in the imperial court, more than 4 officials, of which more than [-] are in Beijing.

In fact, these officials are still very few in the whole world, and this is not counting those low-ranking officials of the eighth or ninth rank

Men.

The governance of hundreds of millions of people refers to these officials.

And in the army, if you count the generals and generals in the army, there are estimated to be tens of thousands of officials... tens of thousands of officials, big and small, it is impossible for the emperor to value all of them one by one. Little official...and so on.

This is the downside of the rule of man.

But in the same way, this shortcoming made Ding Tian put a layer of protective shield on his body. The officials approved by Zhu were valued by the emperor, and those approved by Lan were all serious business affairs.

Ding Tian has been waiting here in the cell for nearly half a month, and there have been two heavy snowfalls and three light snowfalls every day, but no one came to trouble him.

The people in the cell wanted to call a kaojie or something, but this matter has disappeared from him.

Not to mention kiln sisters and oirans, even the children of the handyman's family are not allowed to enter the house.

Handymen can work here, but what do you mean by bringing children here?Prison is not a good place, and I have to bring my children here on business, so I am not afraid that my children will fail in school.

In fact, most of the handymen brought their children here for a meal.

However, Ding Tian shared the money with them, enough to buy food to cook at home for the children.

The cell is getting more and more stable, and the half-month visiting time is coming again, but Ding Tian is a little puzzled: "Why do they

Why stop making trouble? "

These days, Ding Tian didn't pay much attention to any of the prisoners. All the prisoners ate the same food, and didn't cook for anyone individually.

Haining in the kitchen didn't dare to say anything.

In the past, when a prisoner ordered a dish or something, he could also hold some oil and water. Of course, he knew how to be a man, and the cook and helpers could share some of the money he got.

It's not good now, there is no extra money, and Ding Tian also has a rule for food, a bowl of porridge in the morning, you have to put chopsticks in it!

The two corn buns at noon should be big enough, and they can’t all eat coarse grains. For two meals of coarse grains, one meal of white noodles or rice, then another meal of coarse grains, and then two meals of coarse grains.

The dishes are actually ordinary potatoes, cabbage and radishes, but Ding Tian asked someone to pickle spicy cabbage, which is a new side dish. Because it is winter and it is very cold, Ding Tian asked the kitchen to slaughter five sheep every day and make sheep soup Well, the thousands of people eat five sheep and distribute them to each person, so there are only a few slices of lamb, a few bones of sheep, and a big bowl of soup left.

Every tenth day, I would buy two beef cattle, beef cattle raised on the grassland, non-farm cattle, and after slaughtering, I would cook beef soup for drinking.

There are five or six slices of beef in a large bowl of soup. In the prison managed by Ding Tian, ​​no prison bully is allowed.

So the NPC in the prison was well taken care of by Ding Tian in winter, and Ding Tian even saw a jailer writing with a charcoal pen.

"Your pen is not bad, is it?" Ding Tian was quite proud when he saw that what he created was convenient for everyone.

"Oh, this, this is called a charcoal pen. I heard that it was invented by a petty official for the convenience of writing or recording things. This thing does not use ink, and it is easier to use than a brush." ​​The jailer was quite enthusiastic: "Now we Doesn’t everyone know how to read? It’s not good to write with this.”

"If you can't write well, you should practice hard. At least you must know how to read." Ding Tian was very happy when he saw the words written by the jailer. They were crooked and immature, but he knew that what he needed at this time was encouragement, not ridicule. : "Even if you can't take the No. [-] Scholar exam in the future, at least you can teach your children to read and write, and you don't have to work hard to read a document in the future."

After chatting with the jailer, Ding Tian went to his office.

He knew that Wang Zuo was silently promoting charcoal pencils, but he couldn't have anything to do with him. This kind of influential reform couldn't be replaced by a small person like him, so...he just felt a little emotional and didn't mind.

Anyway, in fact, he didn't invent the charcoal pencil....

Ding Tian's side is smooth, and the weather has entered the winter moon, and the second visit is about to begin.

In the evening, Ding Tian invites the heads and brains to have dinner. It is used in a well-known Shandong Lu cuisine restaurant in Beijing. Ding Tian orders it himself

Dishes: Dry-steamed chicken, deep-fried roasted bones, roasted dirty meat stuffed intestines, yellow fried whitebait, silver sprouts bean sprouts, fried spring bamboo shoots...all are representatives of Shandong cuisine, with a combination of meat and vegetables.

Four cell bosses, four supervisors, plus Ding Tian, ​​and an accountant, ten people sat in a box. In fact, everyone was staring at Ding Tian eagerly. Now these people, whether they are sincere or not, are right. Ding Tian obeyed.

"I was wondering, why didn't they come to make trouble?" Ding Tian glanced at them: "Who said that? Didn't they say that they are not easy to mess with?"

The more Ding Tian said this, the more frightened the four cell bosses became. They thought they would use someone to suppress Ding Tian, ​​but Ding Tian still expected someone to suppress him?

What the hell!

Fortunately, no one really jumped out and sang against him, otherwise he would treat him like a baby and clean him up.

It would be fine if he didn't say anything, but the four cell bosses became more honest when he said that.

It was Wang Kui, who said a few words: "I don't even look at this cell, who is in charge? When you first came, they couldn't figure out your temper, so naturally they didn't dare to mess around. You can be an official in Beijing. Yes, everyone is cautious, very cautious, the people in this place have a very complicated network of relationships, one person can't be offended, but the whole family is involved."

"Really?" Ding Tian touched his chin: "I still look like a big shot?"

He never thought of himself as a little man.

"You are the number one in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, of course you are a powerful big shot." Jin Buhuan smiled: "They don't ask for trouble.

Very good, one month, isn't the cell well managed? "

Especially in terms of humanistic care, Ding Tian has done a good job. He treats everyone equally. After all, there are only a small number of prisoners who can be top-notch.

It's in Beijing again, who dares to pierce?

There are so many means in the prison, killing a few prisoners silently, reporting a death or something, it should not be too simple.

So they had to do what Ding Tian said.

In this way, the subordinates became honest and the prisoners stopped.

So, the meal went very smoothly, several people said a few words, in short, Ding Tian did not cause any trouble.

Who knew that when Ding Tian returned home, he saw Wang Zuo at his house again.

"Why have you been so free these two days?" Ding Tian entered the room with him, a little curious, this guy was so busy when he first came back, why is he so free this time?

"I did it to avoid things." Wang Zuo pursed his lips: "My uncle's house is very noisy."

"What happened to your uncle's house?" Ding Tian thought for a while, never heard him mention uncle's house?

"It's not my uncle, it's the Marquis of Changchun." Wang Zuo thought for a while: "You know that?"

Changchun Marquis Mansion?

Ding Tian recalled: "Oh, I know."

"The toad in their family wanted to eat swan meat, so they fell in love with the granddaughter of Princess Chunyang, the second young lady of the Yao family." Wang Zuo said, "I didn't like him."

"No, I seem to have heard you say that the Marquis of Changchun seems to have only one heir, right? This is the young mistress who married and is the head of the family!" Ding Tian stopped him: "The Yao family... should be the daughter of Princess Chunyang. home?"

"Yes, the daughter of Princess Chunyang is the princess who was granted the title. That princess can be regarded as my aunt! My uncle's family is the Duke's Mansion. After marrying the princess of Jiangdong, the husband and wife lived in harmony and gave birth to three sons. , two daughters, the eldest daughter was married long ago, and went to work in the Northwest with her husband. The second daughter was the youngest child, who was raised with gold and jade since childhood, and was very favored by Princess Chunyang. I heard that even the female barracks, My second cousin has also been in charge for a while, she is a lively, active, and very sensible girl, she has also been in and out of the palace several times, and even the emperor and queen have seen her, saying that she is a good child. Her vision is high!" Wang Zuodao: "I have said since I was a child that if I want to find a great hero to be my husband, that guy from the Marquis of Changchun's family is the one who is weak. It's strange to see him!"

"Originally, my aunt took a fancy to Duan Wang. You know, Duan Wang is a great hero who leads the army and fights. Miss Yao likes this kind of thing the most. Before we even talked about marriage, people from the Marquis of Changchun came to the door! "Wang Zuo curled his lips: "You still want me to be the matchmaker, why do you have such a big face?"

"Changchun Marquis Mansion...is your stepmother's natal family?" Ding Tian thought for a while before remembering these intricate relationships.

"Isn't it!" Wang Zuo said, "If I go back, my stepmother will definitely ask me to take her to the eldest princess's mansion to propose a marriage, so I won't go!"

He wouldn't get involved in such crap unless his head was kicked by a donkey.

At the same time, not only did he not get involved, he even sent someone to send a letter to Princess Chunyang. Although she was a granddaughter, but because Yao Erxiao

The elder sister is most like the eldest princess of Chunyang, whether it is temper or temperament, she is a good girl who is one in a million.

With that kid, it's like a flower stuck in cow dung.

Wang Zuo hugged Ding Tian and rubbed against him: "I've been staying with you for the past two days."

"Okay?" Ding Tian patted his head: "Living here with me, won't you cause gossip?"

"No, I bought the house opposite yours and packed it up...hehehe...." Wang Zuo was in a good mood: "I also bought a foreign house... although there is nothing in it."

Ding Tian was amused by him: "You bought a house nearby again?"

You are really rich, buying houses everywhere in the imperial capital is definitely a wealthy level.

Wang Zuo lived here and stayed at Ding Tian's house every day, eating and sleeping with him, but outside, Ding Tian's work became more and more smooth. During the second visit, as expected, all the immediate family members came, Ding Tian He carefully observed Jiang Minghai, the former governor of Liangjiang.

Jiang Minghai has been feeling aggrieved these days, the previous good treatment is gone, the last time it was their housekeeper who came, but nothing was brought in.

What has he been eating for the past half month?Also, the concubine is no longer allowed in to serve him, and wants to dance with an oiran... Sorry, no!

The first time the food was delivered was so rough that he couldn't eat it at all, and the second time he was hungry and had to eat... He was born into a wealthy family, and since he was a child, he was well-clothed and well-fed, and he was the pride of his family and even the whole family.

After becoming an official, because he is not short of money, he despises a small amount of money, and dare not accept a large amount of money, but he has gained a reputation as an upright official. If it weren't for his son... the people above him would not fail to protect him , he will not be dismissed from office and put in prison

He has never eaten such a poor food, this time he thought he could see his beloved concubine, but it turned out that the yellow face of his family came

mother.

Madam Jiang looked at the man in front of her, tears streaming down her cheeks. The first few times she visited the prison, it was either a concubine at home or an oiran from outside. Women, only a few years of good life, Madam Jiang gave birth to a son After that, I seldom had a married life with my husband. Even on the first and fifteenth day of the new year, I just slept under a quilt.

With such a big event happening in the family, she really lost her mood. Those concubines are still trying to say goodbye to her one by one. At this time, are they still thinking about fighting for favor?

Is it a good job to serve the master in prison?

"Why are you crying? Depressed or not?" Jiang Minghai was annoyed when he saw his yellow-faced woman: "Let Mingyan and Jiaojiao at home come and serve me."

Madam Jiang's heart suddenly became extremely cold.

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