Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Dunhuafang, Huarong Kaiguo County Hou's Mansion.

Guo Jingbi, who was dressed in a green robe, sat halfway respectfully, and Fan Zheng was exhausted for him.

There is really no need to stick to those ugly rules all the time.

"Relax, it's not the first time you've met me." Fan Zheng casually handed over the guy who made the tea to Guo Jing without being bureaucratic. "Cook another sour tea soup."

The sour taste may be unbearable when you taste it, but you will miss it afterwards, which is strange.

Guo Jing, who took over the teapot, couldn't help but relax a little bit, moved his body slightly, with most of his center of gravity steady, and boiled water, added millet, salt, and seasoning in a smooth and smooth manner, with the same technique as before.

Then, before the tea soup was ready, Guo Jing added "one eye" vinegar familiarly, just like when he was the director of Jingyuan.

After the tea soup was poured, the tea bowl was placed on the tea tuozi, and placed in front of Fan Zheng, Guo Jing remembered the amount of vinegar he had added, and his complexion turned pale.

It's okay, the habit of adding vinegar is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, even if the Shangguan repeatedly scolded Guo Jing, he still couldn't change it.

Then, Director Jingyuan's attitude towards Guo Jing became even worse, and he was only one step away from being swept away.

Fan Zheng took a sip and bared his teeth sourly.

"Sure enough, it's still the sour taste from back then." Fan Zheng smiled. "Don't say that there is still the friendship from back then. Even because of Huairenjing's status as the nephew of Duke Huairenjing, I will not make any twists and turns with you, and I will be open and honest."

"Looking at your frightened appearance, is it not going well in Sinong Temple?"

Guo Jing murmured, and finally nodded weakly.

At the beginning, Fan Zheng treated Guo Jing very kindly because of Guo Siben's affection, but after Fan Zheng left, he immediately went to have tea, Guo Jing's slightly out-of-the-way temperament was naturally not welcomed by the superior.

It's okay for Ming Tan to be the director of Jingyuan, but if it's another person, Guo Jing is at a loss and at a loss, no matter what he does, he is not as good as Shangguan.

Especially the habit of cooking tea and adding vinegar is not welcome.

Guo Jing, who suffered repeated blows, was even on the verge of collapse in confidence, doubting whether he was worthy of being an official.

Fan Zheng smiled faintly: "Although you are inexperienced, you are not that unbearable, so it is not your problem."

Anyone who has been a court official knows that it is more or less necessary to arrange a few confidantes. A small official like Guo Jing with no background is just suitable for standing up and moving.

Otherwise, even if Guo Jing's tea soup doesn't catch the eye, at worst, you won't let him cook it.

To be honest, this director of Jingyuan is still particular.

If you encounter someone who is unreasonable, you will be sent to the prison for a careful examination first, even if you are so hard that Yushitai has no place to talk, and you will have no place to come back.

If there happens to be such a small problem, the consequences will be considered by yourself.

Even if it is a stone lion, if it goes to the stage prison, it will have to leave two teeth.

Even the prisons on the four sides of the Jingyuan were replaced by three prisons, but Wolong, the prison on the east side of the Jingyuan, was not expelled.

Fan Zheng pondered: "It's not impossible to pull you to Yongzhou, but the location must be carefully considered."

"You originally went from the ninth rank to Yongzhou, which is barely considered a place, and can be regarded as the lower rank of the ninth rank."

"Think carefully about the corresponding position."

Ji County: Chengzheng is the next person of the eighth rank, the chief book is one person of the ninth rank, and Weizheng is the second rank of two people;
Jingxian County: There are two masters from the eighth rank, six lieutenants from the eighth rank, and two people from the ninth rank to the secretary, but the county recorder generally takes the honorary officer who is above the fifth rank;

Yongzhou: Four people from the ninth rank to record affairs, and six people from the eighth rank to join the military.

Among them, for the position of the ninth rank, Fan Zheng can still be left and right by one level, but the position of the eighth rank is not good.

Even favoritism must have a limit, this is not a remote place, you can be an official with a red card.

If you want to get rid of the red card, Gao Jifu will ask, did our officials do something wrong?

Guo Jing's eyes were flickering with confusion, is the eighth grade something that a person with no background like himself can covet?

Fan Zheng took a sip of the sour tea soup, and pointed out: "If you want to be an official, you have to polish your skin. As long as you don't harm others, you can do whatever you can."

"It's not that you don't have a background, it's that you don't know how to use your background. Just because you contributed to Huairen Jinggong's funeral, you ask Mrs. Huairen for help, can she turn a blind eye?"

Mrs. Huairen's eldest grandson, Si Niang, is a member of Empress Changsun's family, and she has a bit of face in front of the emperor. This kind of rank the size of a sesame mung bean is just a matter of the emperor's nod.

Guo Jing, who regained a little confidence, hesitated and thought for a while: "Shangguan, the position of joining the military, isn't it embarrassing?"

Fan Zheng chuckled: "When others squeezed you out, they didn't ask you if you were embarrassed! You don't have a hard heart, you can't sit still, and there are no good men and women in the officialdom."

Of course he said so, Fan Zheng let him join the military to vacate another position, so naturally he had to make good arrangements for his whereabouts, after all, no one made mistakes.

For example, if you change your position, you will become the seventh-rank prime minister for Jing County.

Anyway, there are two county magistrates in one capital county.

With the circulation of official positions like this, everyone will not suffer. If anyone really doesn't listen to the greeting, he will be kicked out of Yongzhou, and the game will end.

Then, sacrificing a certain one, making hundreds of people happy, what a bargain!
The eldest grandson Si Niang's face is still great, and in just three days, Guo Jing changed his status and became a member of the military at the eighth rank of Yongzhou.

The simple image is likened to the job of joining the military: the lobby manager of the bank of later generations.
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The lazy Chen Zuchang, who joined the army, took a rare chance to bring his new colleague Guo Jing, and led Jing Han, the foreign speaker of Persian Nestorianism, to the second hall.

Chen Zuchang was in a good mood because Du Siniang was diagnosed and happy.

Hearing this, Fan Zheng sighed with emotion. Du Shengxia was pregnant with Fan Baili back then, but it took several years.

Although there is an element of deliberate control, it is indeed not that easy to conceive.

After Jing Han saw the ceremony, Fan Zheng asked He Gouxiong to help Guo Jing cook tea, and Guo Jing was so happy that he smiled.

Shangguan still likes the sour taste!
"The Persian Temple is located in Yong'an Square, at least three squares away from the West Market, and farther away from the East Market."

"The Nestorian believers are mainly merchants. I wonder if it is convenient to set up a contact point in Huaiyuan Fang?"

After Jing Han finished his appeal, he took a sip of the tea soup, his teeth sour.

At this moment, Jing Han quickly went through in his mind, whether Nestorian had offended him, and why he was punished.

Fan Zheng took a sip of the tea soup calmly: "The purpose of setting up the Persian Temple is to facilitate Master Aluoben to pray for the Sogdians and other good believers, so there is no need to mention Dongshi."

Behind?

The words behind are gone!

Regarding the contact point, Fan Zheng was noncommittal, and Nestorian did not dare to set it up, or one day Si Gong would join the army and Kui Yin Yang would seal it off!

Jing Han thought for a while, then took out a kit from his pocket and put it on the case.

Chen Zuchang smiled lightly and shook his head: "Jing Weicang, this is not the first time you have dealt with Biejia. Although Shangguan's wealth is not as good as Nestorian's, he doesn't take A Duwu seriously either."

Guo Jing was amazed that he dared to participate in the discussion of Shangguan's affairs even if he only participated in the military?
Shangguan is Chen Zuchang's uncle?
That's fine.

Jing Han drank all the tea soup, and it took a while for the sour taste to subside.

"Jing Han is ignorant, please don't tell me."

Chen Zuchang smiled lightly: "You should have heard about the fight case in Pingkangfang Beili, Wannian County. Most of the people who did it were Nestorian believers." (End of this chapter)