Big Ear Thief Selling Straw Sandals

Chapter 264: The Yang family has a son who has just grown up and is chosen as the secretary.

Xi Zhicai secretly rejoiced that he had found out who the author was.

So he replied respectfully: "Yang Xiu, the son of Doctor Yang in Taizhong, is 17 years old this year."

Oh, he is indeed a celebrity, but looking at his writing style, why does he look a bit angry?
After pondering for a moment, Liu Bei said: "Excuse me, Director, I'd like to ask if the Prime Minister's Yamen is short of a secretary. Is the Yang Mansion interested?"

Xi Zhicai hurriedly said: "If you don't dare to be the prime minister, I will do it now."

After going to court, Yang Biao had just returned to the mansion when Xi Zhi came back.

Doctor Taizhong didn't even have time to change out of his court uniform, so he invited the Director of the Information Department to the study.

The guests and hosts were seated, and after tea was served, Yang Biao began to walk around the corner to inquire about the other party's purpose.

After exchanging pleasantries, Xi Zhicai praised the Yang family.

After all, this is another large family with four generations and three princes, and its ancestor Yang Zhen is known as the "Kansai Confucius".

Yang Biao is not stupid, Xi Zhicai doesn't go to the Three Treasures Hall for anything, and he actually highly respects the Yang family, which is definitely weird.

But after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of anything wrong with his recent words and deeds?
After whetting the other party's appetite, Xi Zhicai recommended the position of Secretary Lang of the Prime Minister's Yamen to Yang Biao.

Yang Biao blinked Bakazilan's big eyes, quite speechless.

My dignified doctor Taizhong, you ask me to be a secretary, and your face is full of joy, do you still want to be a human being?

Xi Zhicai sneered: "My son is a master of arts and crafts, and the Prime Minister is extremely impressive today!"

After finishing speaking, I bowed my hands and said goodbye.

Yang Biao, who was stunned, took a while to realize that his son must have caused the trouble.

Thinking again about the scope of Xi Zhicai's duties, Yang Biao immediately called the "Luoyang Evening News".

After reading the beginning, Dr. Yang was sweating profusely.

This writing style... No way, it couldn't really be written by my son, right?

"Call that traitor over here!"

Throughout the whole day, Yang Xiu was in a happy mood.

My article became the focus of public opinion. When I went to the streets during the day, I heard many people talking about it and praising it.

The food at home was ready, and I was just waiting for my father to see off the guests and start eating, when I was suddenly called to the study by the housekeeper.

"Father, everything is ready, let's eat..."

Yang Biao's forehead veins popped out, and a curse word popped out from between his teeth.

"Eat, eat your shit! Thanks to you, the whole family will have to go to jail from now on!"

Yang Xiu was confused. His father had always been well-mannered. Isn't it too outrageous to use such foul language?

"Father, what's wrong? What kind of prison food?"

"Shh!"

Yang Biao threw the newspaper in front of his son and cursed angrily: "Little beast, look at the good things you have done! Do you think you are lawless after you have read a book and can write two words?"

When he saw the "Luoyang Evening News", Yang Xiu was stunned. What kind of bastard would tell his father the secret?
No, I am very careful. My relatives and friends are not involved in this matter. No one should know, right?

His eyes wandered and he asked deliberately: "Father, have you misunderstood my child?"

He knows his son better than his father, how can Yang Xiu hide this little trick from the big boss of the court who has been tempered with gold and fire?
Yang Biao read one word at a time: "The traitors who have stolen the country will not leave, the people will have no place to stand, and the scholars will have no future. The greatest chivalrous people in ancient and modern times can only save the country and save the people! Come on, come on, you are a good scholar. What do you think, great talent?"

"Well, it's okay, just so-so..."

Yang Xiu had already guessed that his father knew that the article was his own and could not deny it, so he had to be vague.

Yang Biao suddenly changed his expression, and while reaching for the ruler, he shouted with a dark face: "You traitor, why don't you kneel down!"

Damn it, dad is going to do something about the family!
Yang Xiu had to kneel down, but he was very dissatisfied in his heart: Don't let me know who the villain is, or else, hum!

Yang Biao held the ruler and shouted: "Left hand heart!"

When the son opened his palms, "Pah, pah, pah!" three times in a row.

"You know what's wrong?"

The full-blooded Yang Xiu actually gritted his teeth and held his head as he replied: "Father, what's wrong with the child?"

"Did you write the article?"

"Yes, but what I wrote is all true. Why is it wrong?"

"Clap clap clap!"

After three more blows, Yang Biao asked: "How dare you say you're right? Seeing is believing? What if someone else deliberately picked it out or acted it out for you? How many immigrants and workers have you visited? You didn't If you have met the Prime Minister, can you understand the Prime Minister’s personality and ideas?”

Young people are preconceived, impulsive and passionate, but lack the ability to think independently and are easily led by others.

But Yang Xiu was in the middle of the situation, watching the sky from a well, and did not feel that he was one-sided. He even suspected that his father was afraid of Liu Bei's power.

"There are more and more illegal immigrants, and domestic workers are living worse than death. Isn't this a lie?"

"Haha!" How could Yang Biao not know his son's innocence and asked with a hint of ridicule: "How many families have you investigated yourself? Or are you told by others? The situation you mentioned may exist, but it does not represent the overall situation."

"The overall situation is the most important thing, the overall situation is the most important thing! Father, traitors are in power and capital is rampant. If the overall situation is more important, the country will be destroyed by them!"

"Tsk! The imperial court doesn't care about the overall situation, so why does it still care about the gains and losses of each household? Are you treating the imperial court as a vegetable market?"

That's right, the court is the place where major national policies are formulated, and precise aid will not be provided just because a certain family has lost income or suffered a disaster.

Yang Xiu stubbornly recognized that as long as there was a miserable worker, the court would also be to blame.

"The country treats its people like soldiers, and the people support the king and love the country. If the country treats the people as bandits, the people will regard the king as a thief! If the unemployed workers are ignored, such a mediocre court will be overthrown by the people sooner or later!"

Yang Biao was so angry that his orifices were filled with smoke. It was over. I don’t know what kind of evil possessed this boy. A tendon was stuck in the tip of an ox’s horn and he couldn’t come out.

At this time, Yang Xiu's wife Yuan E knocked on the door at the right time and said warmly: "Husband, dinner is ready."

No matter how angry Yang Biao was, he couldn't get angry at his wife. After all, she was Yuan Shu's sister.

"Humph!"

The old man rolled his sleeves and left the study, without letting his son get up before leaving.

After Yang Biao left, Yuan E entered the study and saw her son still tense and silent.

He picked up the newspaper on the ground and read it silently.

There was a clear realization in my heart: My husband was justified in getting angry.

I don’t know who this little guy has been bewitched recently, and he actually wrote such an arrogant article. It’s really disturbing.

Yuan E did not intend to force her son to admit his mistake, but said: "Have Xiu'er watched "Farewell My Concubine"?"

As a fashionable talent show, some of Zhen Kee's scripts are indeed well-made and the performances are classics, among which "Farewell My Concubine" is the most popular.

Yang Xiu, who is talented and knowledgeable, will not miss it. Whenever there is a play, he will definitely invite his relatives and friends to watch it.

"Mom, my child has seen it."

"Then do you think the love and hatred in the play are real? Are they fake?"

This time, Yang Xiu was stopped.

History is history, and a drama is a drama. Things that happened hundreds of years ago will certainly not be interpreted truthfully, but even if you want to call it false, it seems that it is out of the question.

Yuan E raised the newspaper and asked: "Not to mention anything else, to be honest, does the word 'treacherous hero' really come from your heart?"

Yang Xiu opened his mouth, rarely feeling confident.

"There are also people who are both treacherous and loyal..."

"Don't you know how many people are looking forward to this person's success? But how does he do it?"

Yang Xiu replied without thinking: "That's because he was afraid of causing public anger. Otherwise, would he not be emperor?" Yuan E looked into his son's eyes and asked, "Really?"

After dinner and a talk with his wife, Yang Biao, who had changed into regular clothes, returned to the study and said to his son, who was still kneeling, "Report to the Yamen tomorrow, Secretary."

Yang Xiu frowned and asked in confusion: "Is that what the person who came in front came to talk about?"

"What? When I wrote the article, I was full of chivalry, but now I'm afraid of being retaliated against after I leave?"

Sure enough, Yang Xiu, who couldn't stand the provocation, immediately said righteously: "My child will not be afraid until he walks and sits upright! Just go, the world is always reasonable!"

Yang Biao said impatiently: "Then go out to eat and don't sleep in tomorrow morning! My Yang family can't afford to be embarrassed!"

Looking at his son limping out of the study, Yang Biao thought, looking for opportunities to have a relationship with old Lulala again, it would be beneficial to move around more often.

After a silent night, Yang Xiu got up early. Instead of going to court with his father, he rode his horse to the Prime Minister's Yamen.

Report to the General Affairs Office, sign, receive official uniform, and be assigned an office.

Later, Secretary-General Guo Jia appeared with a smile.

"Oh my, isn't this the talented and courageous Mr. Dezu? I'm glad to meet you!"

Yang Xiu had black lines all over his head.

Damn it, does this person know that he wrote that article?
"Guo Fengxiao, what do you mean?"

Guo Jia was still smiling and not annoyed at all.

"Don't worry, come with me and I will take you to study. Come on, every new official must learn!"

Yang Xiu was worried and followed Guo Jia out of the office. Wasn't it just to show off his power in public? Anyway, he didn't care.

But the further he walked, the more he realized something was wrong. The two came to a long corridor, and there was no one around.

Guo Jia pointed to the quotation hanging on the wall and said, "Let's take a look."

Yang Xiu watched intently.

"Speak the truth, do honest things, and be an honest person."

“To fight against corrupt officials, you must understand corruption better than they do!”

"Your salary, your salary, the wealth of the people, the wealth of the people; water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it."

"To serve the people, we must go among the people."

"Examine myself three times every day and insist on criticism and self-criticism."

"..."

The more Yang Xiu looked, the more confused he became, and his steps became slower and slower.

Until the last one, there was a newspaper clipping from the "Luoyang Evening News".

"Major Chinese people, illegal immigrants, who should we abandon?" 》!
Inexplicably, Yang Xiu felt his cheeks feel a little hot.

Of course, in his heart, he wondered whether Liu Bei had deliberately staged this to make a fool of himself.

As if he knew what Yang Xiu was thinking, Guo Jia said: "Everyone in the Yamen will submit a review of no less than [-] words after lunch."

Yang Xiu was stunned and stared at the other party.

Guo Jia smiled and said, "Well, since you have just joined the job, there is no need to write. In order to familiarize you with the Yamen as soon as possible, you will be responsible for the collection work."

Although the Prime Minister's Yamen was established not long ago, it mainly has six major departments: finance, industry, commerce, agriculture, medical care, and education.

There are also provincial-level units such as foreign affairs, culture, public security, transportation, postal service, and taxation.

In addition, there are some specific offices, such as the offices of press, immigration, religion, customs, internal affairs, etc.

At present, the Prime Minister's Yamen has 460 units, with a formal staff of [-] people.

Of course, Yang Xiu does not need to collect every person, he only needs to run eighteen units.

After a working lunch, Yang Xiu began to collect his thoughts after reading from department to department.

However, many people did not know Yang Xiu and did not know who wrote the article. Some people joked that the author was a coward, while others angrily accused the author of being ignorant and confusing right and wrong. Some officials complained that the report was completely dead. A piece of waste paper is too dirty to wipe your butt.

He could bear it before, but Yang Xiu couldn't bear it because his own hard work was useless.

"Why do you think this article is worthless?"

The clerk didn't take it seriously and said carelessly: "You can tell at a glance that it must be made up by a rich man who has never experienced hardship. The Prime Minister teaches us: right or wrong is not important, the key is to have your own ideas. Look, The whole article is filled with problems, but he doesn’t even have a solution. What is it if it’s not trash?”

Seeing that Yang Xiu was hesitant to speak, he mocked again: "I'm sorry! He actually said a way, which is to kill the Prime Minister. But letting others die, but hiding himself, is disgusting, dirty, and shameless!"

Yang Xiu was extremely embarrassed and angry, but could not reply. He held a large pile of reading notes and trembled all over.

As the clerk was talking, he suddenly noticed that the new secretary Lang's face was ashen and his figure was shaky, thinking that Yang Xiu was ill.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want me to call the doctor for you?"

At this time, Guo Jia appeared at the right time.

"It's okay, maybe I'm tired, so let's go."

After saying that, he dragged Yang Xiu away and entered the main hall of the Prime Minister's Yamen, Liu Bei's office.

Liu Bei glanced at the angry Yang Xiu and burst out laughing.

"Hey, I am the prime minister after all. Your boss's boss. According to the Yang family's rules, you don't have to say hello when you meet?"

When it came to the family honor, Yang Xiu shuddered, quickly straightened his posture, and saluted respectfully.

"The Prime Minister is here, my subordinate Yang Xiu is here to see you!"

"Well, no gift."

After saying that, Liu Bei walked down from the publican, sat on the sofa, and said to Yang Xiu: "Sit down, it's tea time now, let's chat casually?"

Yang Xiu hesitated for a moment, then sat next to Liu Bei.

"I wonder what the Prime Minister will do with me?"

Liu Bei smiled and asked, "Why should I deal with you?"

Yang Xiu also risked his life and admitted it directly.

"Several articles in the Luoyang Evening News were written by subordinates. They are extremely disrespectful to the Prime Minister and should be punished."

"Being arrogant and respectful, isn't it like your writing style? To be honest, I have read all these articles of yours. Putting aside the facts, your literary talent and ambition are still good. As long as you go in the right direction, you may not be able to help the Yang family. The honor of being the 'Fifth, Sixth, and Three Lords'."

Yang Xiu thought he heard wrongly and asked blankly: "Am I among the three nobles?"

Liu Bei nodded and said: "Three Dukes are nothing. They are basically empty titles now. When you are about to retire, you can apply for an adjustment. It will not be difficult."

Yang Xiu didn't understand that he compared the other party to a "treacherous hero who stole the country". How could there be such a powerful minister in fashion who didn't care about past grudges?

"You're not mad at me?"

"Hahaha!"

Liu Bei laughed loudly, pointed at his nose and said: "I have been suppressing bandits for nearly ten years. I have experienced life and death nearly a hundred times. I have reached the position of Prime Minister based on my military exploits and political achievements. I am worthy of my respect. I was scolded twice by the yellow-mouthed boy. I get angry when I say this sentence, tell me, am I a failure?"

Well, Yang Xiu was speechless for a moment.

"Work under me, be fair and aboveboard, just keep your chest up and your head up." Liu Bei patted the notes on the coffee table and continued: "You know, without investigation, you have no right to speak. Before scolding me, you should understand me first. At the same time, Also know yourself.”

Seeing Yang Xiu thoughtfully, Liu Bei stood up and said, "Since you care about immigrants and workers, then go join the special investigation team as an observer."

Guo Jia led Yang Xiu to a small courtyard where the joint investigation team was located.

Investigators from industry, commerce, public security, immigration and other units conducted special investigations into illegal immigrant labor and labor disputes, and the work lasted for more than a month.

Yang Xiu, who realized his shallowness, blushed and felt ashamed.

The Yang family's face was half lost by him!
(End of this chapter)