"Teacher, this is the Red Lotus Spring that was famous in Chang'an."

In the study room of He Zhizhang's residence in Xuanpingfang, Fang Chongyong handed a jar of newly brewed "Honglianchun" to He Zhizhang. This was privately brewed wine at home. Fang Chongyong didn't know how good Fang Dafu's craftsmanship was, but there was no doubt that it was

Not as good as brewed by professional wineries.

The threshold for brewing red yeast wine is very low. In his previous life in the rural areas of Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Fujian, many places had the tradition of home-making red yeast wine after the autumn harvest. It does not require complicated brewing equipment. It can be said that as long as there is a yard to prepare red yeast wine, it can be done.

You can start it.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

He Zhizhang put down the drink with a smile, and then took Fang Chongyong to sit at the table.

"Write a few words and see."

"Okay, teacher."

Fang Chongyong nodded slightly, sat in front of the desk, polished the ink very skillfully, and spread out the large paper.

He had practiced calligraphy in his previous life, and had taken elective courses in college. After joining the workforce, he even attended a so-called "calligraphy training class."

To be honest, he is quite confident about this. When he was in Kuizhou, Lao Zheng never complained about his writing.

Fang Chongyong immediately picked up a pen and wrote two lines on the paper:

Where there is a will, things come true, the cauldron sinks the boat, and the hundred and two passes of Qin finally belong to Chu.

If you work hard, you will be rewarded by God. If you lie on the firewood and taste the courage, three thousand Yue Jia can swallow Wu.

After finishing writing, he handed it to He Zhizhang with both hands for inspection.

"These two lines of writing are excellent...but this word, I don't know which mediocre person taught it. It is a craftsmanship that is hopeless. Alas."

He Zhizhang sighed with some regret.

Fang Chongyong was speechless. He couldn't even remember the name of the teacher in the open calligraphy class.

"You just learn to write from me, and you won't need to say anything else until I approve it."

He Zhizhang made the final decision and sentenced Fang Chongyong to "death".

"Teacher, don't you teach some poetry or something?"

Fang Chongyong looked at He Zhizhang with a speechless expression and asked. This old man is so tired and bad, what kind of teacher is he? He is just fooling around!

What is the use of learning calligraphy?

This is the tuition fee for 80 pieces of Tang brocade!

That's it?

Fang Chongyong mentally scolded He Zhizhang for being old, disrespectful and shameless, but he did not dare to show any emotion on his face.

"If you can't even write well, why should you write an article? I'm going to drink, so you can write here. I'll come back to see you in the evening. After you finish practicing calligraphy, you can go on your own."

He Zhizhang said casually and perfunctorily. After that, he carried the fake version of Red Lotus Spring out of the door, and he didn't know where he went.

"Hey, if you use money to do things, don't expect others to take it too seriously."

After He Zhizhang left, Fang Chongyong sighed softly. Many things cannot be controlled as he wishes.

There is actually a natural gap between the social class that He Zhizhang belongs to and the class that Fang Youde belongs to.

Although it is absolutely impossible to have no money in this world, there are indeed certain limitations. Of course Lao He takes money to do things, as long as he means it, but do you expect others to give you everything?

If you are allowed to hold the banner in the future, you will be regarded as a very generous person.

Zheng Shuqing's guess was indeed correct, but Fang Chongyong did not expect He Zhizhang to be so straightforward and unwilling to even do face-saving work.

"Just practice calligraphy, alas!"

Fang Chongyong saw a copybook written by He Zhizhang on the desk, and already understood what the other party meant: Just write it down, kid, don't be lazy.

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"My subordinates are going to Hanjiacang, Luoyang on a business trip tomorrow, so I came here today to say goodbye to the Prime Minister."

In a small study in Li Linfu's residence in Pingkangfang, Zheng Shuqing was bidding farewell to Li Linfu and was preparing to leave Chang'an.

Although he was already the Minister of Household Affairs and the transfer envoy, Zheng Shuqing was still able to treat Li Linfu with thorough courtesy. It must be said that even Fang Chongyong felt that Old Zheng was a person who could bend and stretch.

He did not forget how he got his position just because he became a high official.

"Hey, why are you so polite and bringing so many gifts to my door?"

Li Linfu took the gift list from Zheng Shuqing with a smile, obviously in a good mood.

"This time, I am responsible for transferring grain to the west of the canal, and I have to rely on the support and help of the Right Prime Minister. But after I go there, I will not be able to do anything without the help of the Right Prime Minister in the court. Please also ask the Right Prime Minister to teach me how to deal with this.

good."

Zheng Shuqing asked for instructions humbly.

"There is plenty of grain in Hexi. There will be no shortage of grain for a while. Regarding the transshipment, we are just worried about the protracted war. After you go to Hanjiacang, you can just count the grain. There is no need to worry about the transshipment."

Li Linfu waved his hand. He admired Zheng Shuqing's "ignorant" look.

Only this kind of person can be truly obedient!

If you get someone who knows everything, and he does things according to his own ideas, and has to fight with you, isn't that a bad start?

"If it is discovered that there is a shortage of food in Hanjia Cang, there is no need to report it to the court. Just prepare a book and the original information first."

Li Linfu said calmly.

"The right minister is saying..."

Zheng Shuqing was startled and asked pretending to understand.

"We'll talk about it when the time comes. Just follow the way you usually do things and don't make any extraneous matters."

Li Linfu smiled slightly, making the hair on Zheng Shuqing's back stand up.

Of course Lao Zheng didn't know what Li Linfu was planning. The newly appointed right minister of the Tang Dynasty was working hard to clear out political opponents and recruit a large number of people who could do things.

Taking Hanjiacang in Luoyang as an introduction, this wave can cut off a large number of officials from non-own factions like wheat.

There is definitely a shortage of grain in Hanjiacang, because over the years, Hanjiacang has been desperately transporting grain to Chang'an, and Hanjiacang is probably mostly empty. Otherwise, Li Linfu would not think about increasing the household tax in Hebei.

Recently, Fang Youde, the governor of Youzhou, wrote a letter saying that the border town of Youzhou was unstable and some grain crops from Hebei needed to be intercepted for military use. He wanted to manage Liaodong for the imperial court and expand the territory.

Li Longji Dayue has ordered that except for the six Hebei states along the Yongji Canal that need to supply grain and fodder to Luoyang, the remaining Hebei states and counties will make every effort to ensure the supply of grain and fodder to the border towns of Youzhou.

In addition, Fang Youde also interceded for Wu Zhiyi, saying that he knew military affairs, was mature and prudent, and hoped that the court would not remove the military envoy without reason before the term of office expired.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It is conceivable that under such circumstances, Wu Zhiyi has become Fang Youde's lackey. The joint actions of the two vassal towns in Youzhou Bian Town seem to have

In the making.

At the beginning, Pei Yaoqing was in charge of the food storage in Luoyang area. Now he can use the excuse that Hanjiacang is empty to purge the remaining members of Pei Yaoqing's party.

Do these people have any responsibility?

If we go by the rules, there is no responsibility, because they are also working hard to transport grain, and the Hanjia warehouse was once full, but the grain was transported to Chang'an.

But for Li Longji, what he wants is not the process of doing things, but the results of doing things. Now he needs food in Hanjiacang, but those people cannot satisfy them. This is the original sin!

The emperor is willful and often unreasonable. Those who work below should never have the illusion that "I am impeccable in my work."

Li Linfu knew this well.

"Yang Yuhuan took over, what do you think about this matter?"

Seeing that Zheng Shuqing was silent and seemed to be deep in thought, Li Linfu asked casually.

"Ah? My subordinates don't know about such a thing, but King Shou will definitely not be able to become the crown prince. This is human nature."

Zheng Shuqing said hesitantly.

Li Linfu nodded noncommittally. Even a fool could see this. Li Longji took away Yang Yuhuan, and then made King Shou the prince. Isn't this simply causing trouble for himself?

"The saint recently established a flower and bird envoy and appointed Lei Haiqing to take this position. He then went out to Chang'an to search for beauties across the country and collected them in Chang'an for the saint's entertainment. Do you think this matter has anything to do with Yang Yuhuan?"

Li Linfu asked another question that Zheng Shuqing didn't know how to answer.

"A saint wants so many beauties... can he be busy?"

Zheng Shuqing asked doubtfully.

Li Linfu was amused by his words, waved his hand and said, "You don't have to worry about this kind of thing. I actually thought that this might be the saint's plan to conceal Chen Cang. In the future, Yang Yuhuan will become a noble concubine... I'm afraid it's inevitable.

.”

He couldn't help but sigh.

In the spring of this year, Li Longji killed three sons in one day. At that time, the longevity king Li Xuan was so high-spirited that he seemed to be the next crown prince.

How is the result?

His mother, Concubine Wu Hui, died of a mysterious illness, and Princess Yang Yuhuan was forcibly taken away by her father, Li Longji. How could such a tragedy be said?

The ups and downs of life are really sad.

"Then, does the right minister want to recommend the new prince to the saint?"
To be continued...