The reincarnation of transmigration is king

"Dongcheng Huifangzhai?"

"Yes, Brother Li found me a job. I'll work as a clerk in Huifangzhai, with food and housing included. One or two taels of silver a month is enough for the three of us to live." Luo Ming put down the bag in his hand. Things, go into the kitchen to help Liuyan light the fire.

The fire in the kitchen flickered on and off, making Luo Ming's face appear blurred in the interlaced light, and the smoke was a little dazed for a moment.

Liu Yan didn't know what attitude to use to treat the person in front of her, and she didn't know what kind of way to "live for herself".

He has been a slave since he was a child, and his life revolves around the prince. When he opens his eyes every day, the first thing to do is to think about what the prince wants, what clothes to wear, what meals to eat, and even the servants who serve the bed at night. It is necessary to arrange the flow of smoke properly.

Maybe it's because of habit, although she knew that the person in front of her was not the prince, Liu Yan still blurted out, "I can't go, what is the status of the master, how can I become a clerk in the paper bureau."

Luo Ming also knew that Liu Yan couldn't turn the corner for a while, so he raised his head to look at Liu Yan, and said with a smile, "What identity? The identity of the waste prince, the identity that father doesn't love and mother doesn't love!"

"I can't get enough to eat, so it doesn't matter what my status is. I just want to earn that one tael of silver so that you can stop sewing clothes for others and make your eyes look like rabbits. That's it."

"Also, I didn't tell you. Don't call me master anymore. It sounds awkward to me. It sounds like you're calling the landlord Lao Cai. Only scolders call it that in our place."

Liu Yan's eyes widened, "Really? I will definitely remember it, so I won't bark anymore."

This man is so deceitful.He is also very serious about being deceived.

Luo Ming looked at Liu Yan with a face full of belief, but he didn't dare to laugh. He couldn't change his words and said that there was no such thing, so he quickly said a few gossips to change the topic, and the matter of going to Dongcheng Huifangzhai was settled like this.

Getting up early the next day, Luo Ming went to Huifangzhai after having breakfast.

Dongcheng is the closest to the imperial city, and most of the people who live here are dignitaries. The shops here are also different from those in Nancheng. Almost all of them have been in business for several generations and have branches all over the country.

The shopkeeper of Huifangzhai, surnamed Yang, is over 50 years old. His face has been weathered many times. Wrinkles are piled up on the corners of his eyes and forehead when he smiles. He is very kind.

Huifangzhai mainly deals in brushes, ink, paper and inkstones. Occasionally, literati and scholars come here to place orders, leaving calligraphy and paintings to sell in Huifangzhai.

The job Luo Ming has to do is very simple. Every day, he organizes the pens, inks, papers and inkstones that he wants to sell, and puts them in a conspicuous place. When a customer comes to his door, he has to work hard and introduce the goods he wants.When encountering a large order, they have to deliver the goods to the door, which is similar to the sales that Luo Ming has seen in his previous life, but the clerks in Huifangzhai must be proficient in writing and can speak a few poetic words with customers, so that they can attract old people. patrons.

After working for a few days, Luo Ming figured out the way and got up.

The shopkeeper was also extremely satisfied with Luo Ming, and allowed him to pay half a month's wages in advance.

After a few more days like this, Luo Ming was arranging several stone inkstones on the stand that day. No matter how to place shopkeeper Yang, he stood there for a long time, moving from left to right, and then from right to left. .The other guy got impatient, so he said that he was going to deliver the goods, and handed over the troublesome old man to Luo Ming to deal with.

Luo Ming didn't find it troublesome, picked up the stone inkstone over and over again, and placed it in the direction and position that shopkeeper Yang said.

Suddenly a man came in from outside the door. He was tall and thin, wearing a plain robe with a collar, a square scarf on his head, and holding a scroll of paintings in his hand. When he entered the door, he asked, "Where is this place?" Can it be framed?"

Luo Ming hurriedly put down the stone inkstone, walked over and smiled at the guest, "Go ahead, do you want to mount the painting?"

"Yes!" The man raised the painting in his hand and met Luo Ming's eyes. The man was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out, "Prince?"

Luo Ming was startled, hearing him call "Prince", it must be the prince's old acquaintance, his face remained calm, Luo Ming took the painting from the man's hand, and said lightly, "If you want to mount the painting, you have to read it first." The price can only be determined by the size, guest officer, let me unfold it for you to see."

Seeing that Luo Ming didn't agree, the man looked him over carefully again.Asked: "What's the name of this little brother?"

Luo Ming leaned forward and said, "My surname is Zhang."

Since Luo Ming left the imperial city, he didn't dare to use the prince's name anymore. Luo Ming, this name is a taboo. He always said that his surname was Zhang Mingsan, and he came to the capital from other places to visit his relatives.

The man looked at Luo Ming again, smiled faintly, and didn't investigate further.

Luo Ming breathed a sigh of relief, and then unfolded the painting to look at it.

It's okay if you don't look at it, Luo Ming was stunned when he saw it.

I saw that on the top-notch jade plate, there was a bastard the size of a pot lid squarely drawn in the middle.The bastard painted both form and spirit, very agile, as if he was about to crawl off the paper, with his front paws sticking out, his head stretched forward, and his two mung bean eyes staring forward.

This, no matter how well this is drawn, it is still a bastard.

Luo Ming looked up at the man, he looked serious, he didn't look like he was here to make trouble.His complexion was pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, he was short of energy, he was also thin and pale, and he was about to fall when the wind blows.

Seeing Luo Ming looking at him, the man showed a bit of cunning in his bright eyes, "Why? No answer?"

Luo Ming really didn't know whether to accept such a painting, he was hesitating, the shopkeeper Yang came over, first bowed to the man, after looking at the painting, he laughed and said: "Master Jiang, who are you trying to make trouble with?" ? Who is this painting for?"

"Of course there are people who want to give it away. You just use the good scrolls to frame them for me. I'll pick them up in seven days." After finishing speaking, Mr. Jiang paid the money, bowed to Luo Ming, and walked away.

Luo Ming rolled up the painting, put it on the table, and heard shopkeeper Yang sigh, "People are upright, but in this day and age... hey! This Jiang Nianbai will die sooner or later because of his stubborn temper."

Jiang Nianbai?

Hearing this name, Luo Ming hurriedly grabbed shopkeeper Yang and asked, "Do you recognize Jiang Nianbai?"

"You don't recognize him? Isn't he the one who sent the painting just now?"

"He is a great talent in the world, especially when he is good at painting Danqing. Mr. Jiang's splashed ink landscapes are worth every inch of paper." Shopkeeper Yang said, pointing to the bastard picture, and said with a smirk: "This painting, really. The delivery is disgusting. Officials in central Beijing are proud to have a painting of Mr. Chiang in their home. When they receive this painting, they really don’t want to hang it, and they don’t want to hang it. I’m so angry!"

Luo Ming shouted in his heart, "It's a pity".If I had known earlier, I should have admitted that he was the prince.

Ever since he read the book "Old Stories of Dongli", Luo Ming was very impressed by Jiang Nianbai's talent, and he wanted to make friends with him wholeheartedly. He only said that he would never have another chance after leaving the imperial city. Who would have thought that he would miss him today.

Looking at the picture on the desk with the bastard, I thought that he would come to pick it up, and he must come forward and say a few words when the time came.

It was so easy to look forward to the seventh day. As soon as Luo Ming entered Huifangzhai, shopkeeper Yang threw a plain plum blossom card to Luo Ming in a hurry, "Hurry up and send it to the prime minister's residence."

There was no room for delay, so Luo Ming had no choice but to pack the prime minister's card in a brocade box and go to the Prime Minister's Mansion first.

Lanterns and festoons were decorated in front of the prime minister's mansion, guests greeted the door, and the alley was crowded with carriages and horses.

A guy like Luo Ming naturally couldn't go through the main entrance. He walked around to the back door. Someone was already waiting at the door. When he saw Luo Ming, he scolded: "Why are you so slow? Can you afford to delay the prime minister's business?"

As a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's door, Luo Ming has also seen what it means to be a villain.He said with a smile: "Please don't be angry, look at the sweat on my head, I came running from the store, I was in a hurry, I'm afraid I might miss it."

That man was only fourteen or fifteen years old, and he didn't even have a job in charge. He was just a handyman running errands in the prime minister's mansion. Luo Ming's "respect" made the child feel happy and happy. Naturally speaking, he gritted his teeth at Luo Ming and said with a smile, "You're smart."

Luo Ming was born out of nothing. To please his elder brother, he did a lot of flattery back then, and his skills are considered top-notch.Maybe it was because he had done a lot. Later, when he became the eldest brother, what annoyed him the most was when people said flattering words to him. He knew that others were lying, but he still laughed when he heard them. Luo Ming really didn't know where the fun was?

A child took down a cup of tea in the time it took to coax the child to call him brother twice, and Luo Ming felt better.

The child said that his name was Yushu, and he was the son of the prime minister's mansion. Both his father and mother were in charge of the prime minister's mansion.

The child couldn't stop talking, and talked non-stop.

Luo Ming listened with a smile, interjecting a few words from time to time, Yushu became more and more happy, took Luo Ming's arm, and affectionately led him to see the steward.

Handing things over to the manager is a long-term business, and the shopkeeper didn't open the box, but asked Luo Ming to put it on the ground, and told him to go back and keep the accounts.The prime minister's mansion buys paper and pens from Huifangzhai, and it settles the general account once a year. Usually, Huifangzhai sends paper and ink to the prime minister's mansion on a monthly basis. Extra additions like today are kept in separate accounts.

Luo Ming and Yushu came out of the steward's room. Yushu had to send Luo Ming out of the house, and the two walked slowly out the door.

Everyone in the prime minister's mansion was on their backs, everyone was in a hurry, there were colorful balls everywhere, even the trunks of dead trees were wrapped with red silk and decorated with colorful lanterns.

Luo Ming couldn't help being curious, and asked Yushu what she was doing.

Yushu opened her mouth wide in surprise, "You don't know?"

"Know what?" Luo Ming asked back.

Yushu shook her head, "Today is the prime minister's birthday, everyone in Beijing knows it, even the emperor sent someone to give my lord a birthday gift. Brother, you don't know?"

No wonder there were so many people outside the door.It turned out to be a gift.

Yushu said with a smile: "There are respectable families in Beijing, whoever can't catch up will send birthday gifts to the prime minister's mansion. The people who are crowded at the door are all petty officials who can't enter the door. Anyone who can come in to pay my respects to my family's birthday is welcome. You need to be an official of the third grade or above."

So that's the case, Luo Ming nodded, and suddenly remembered the bastard picture that Jiang Nianbai sent, could it be...

His words are like a person, from Jiang Nianbai's words, it can be seen that he is aloof and upright, with no dust in his eyes.

Prime Minister Liu Pei is a veteran of the three dynasties. He has been an official in the court for more than 40 years. Most of the officials in the court are his old disciples.When Jiang Nianbai mentioned this prime minister in "Old Stories from Dongli", he used extremely violent words, and he obviously wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Luo Ming thought it was bad, hurriedly bid farewell to Yushu, turned around and ran outside the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

At this time, there were many times more people outside the mansion gate than before, and people from outside kept squeezing in. They came to a note placed at the gate and said good things to the steward who kept the gift list, just to let The name of my family's adults can be remembered first, so that the prime minister can see it.

The door was full of cages and brocade boxes, and the cloth and satin were even thrown on the ground.It was already hard to find a place to step down at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and there were still people who kept piling congratulatory gifts at the gate.

With so many presents, the prime minister probably wouldn't even read these gift lists, and he didn't know who would be in charge of the prime minister's mansion if the gift would be cheaper, but there were still some people who took a chance and wanted to be in the prime minister's favor in one day, and from then on they would rise to the top.

After squeezing for a long time, Luo Ming got through the crowd to the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion. He looked up and saw that he arrived just in time. Jiang Nianbai was arguing with the steward at the gate with the Wang Batu.

"Why don't you let me in?" Jiang Nianbai specially changed into a crimson brocade robe today, with a jade crown on his head, and he was even more mad than when he met that day.

He pointed his fan at the steward's chest, "I am the third-rank minister of etiquette, you say I am not qualified? Today I want to ask, who is qualified?"