Starting from the world of Joy of Life

Chapter 63 You have to pay more, uncle
"I know that if there is any unusual movement in the capital city, your military department will be the first to know. Tomorrow, His Majesty will hold a night banquet to reward the ministers. If I ask you to replace the archers and stokers who patrol at night, I am afraid that it will leave traces and arouse suspicion. You only need to tell me the patrol route of the archers tomorrow night."

When Ye Zheng was in charge of the South City Military Department, he established a rule that archers and patrol officers would not follow a fixed route.

Every day, they would set out from the Bingmasi Yamen, start from different points, and patrol along different streets and alleys.

At the same time, he ordered the archers to collect places where disputes, fights, thefts, etc. were likely to occur, mark them on the map, and make them the focus of police patrols.

With the combination of the two, the patrol routes in each area have gradually been consolidated into just a few.

Although he would occasionally deliberately instruct the archer squad to change direction during patrol, if someone was interested and used experts to track and record them, these patrol routes would not be a big secret.

"Are you trying to cram at the last minute?" Ye Zheng was speechless.

Once you have an idea, you should plan and scout out the location early.

It's indeed not a big secret, but isn't this also asking him to betray himself?
Need more money!
"It was just the day before yesterday and yesterday when I went to check out the area, and I discovered that your military department had secretly changed the route. Do you really need to do that? How much salary do you give people per month to make them suffer like this?" Fan Xian complained, and then said seriously, "After the matter is completed, if there is anything I will definitely share with you."

Sharing is not necessary.

As I said, as for the so-called secrets of this world, what Ye Zheng lacks is verification.

However, this is indeed an opportunity. Let's see how much the uncle can open his heart to him.

"With your skills, it would be difficult for these archers to find you." Ye Zheng looked embarrassed and frowned, "Come closer and listen."

After receiving his brief instructions, Fan Xian felt at ease and his expression became much more relaxed.

"I won't eat the pancakes. How many scripts do you owe me? Write them down quickly."

"Don't rush me, don't rush me. Aren't you already writing it? Why are you adding conditions after we've finished discussing it?"

"Should I go back and ask them to change the route?"

"I... I have a lot to do every day. Please understand. I will do my best as soon as possible."

Fan Xian acted very quickly.

"What are you talking about? You look so happy? Tell us what you are talking about." Ye Ling'er called out.

Fan Xian: Happiness belongs to him.

Liu Ruyu said to Cui Yan with a smile, "Zheng'er and his uncle Xian'er also get along very well."

Fan Xian: Not good, not good at all.

"Anzhi, tomorrow's banquet at the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests depends entirely on you. You are the hope of the literary world of our Qing country." Ye Chong laughed heartily.

Fan Xian was completely dumbfounded.

What is the hope of Qing Dynasty’s literary world?
"No, I only wrote one poem, and my brother-in-law wrote several." Fan Xian leaned over, spread out his hands, looking quite speechless.

Ye Zheng followed slowly behind him.

"Why are you so nervous?" Fan Jian frowned slightly.

"Eh, although it's only one poem, it's regarded as the best seven-character poem by the literati of our dynasty." Ye Zhong praised him fiercely. When his eyes fell on his youngest son's face, his tone became colder and he said, "Him? One fragment, and one too long. Not good."

"Spring River Moonlight Night", too long? Not good?
What about "Xiang Jian Huan"? Yes, this one was written by Mr. Fan Ye.

"I think it's wonderful. The moonlit river scene in the south of the Yangtze River is really charming."

Fan Jian originally wanted to protect his son-in-law and didn't mean to say too much.

"When will the master take my mother and me to Jiangnan to see the world?" Liu Ruyu's voice hinted at something else.

Fan Jian glanced at her and felt a little sore in his waist due to the stress.

While secretly blaming himself for letting the cat out of the bag, he quietly moved his butt, trying not to face Liu Ruyu.

No one noticed the unintentional interaction between the two.

Fan Xian turned around and looked at Ye Zheng, "You really aren't going?"

Ye Zheng bowed to the north and said, "Your Majesty, this banquet was originally held for the Honglu Temple and the Ministry of Rites. Not to mention me, even my uncle will not go. You must be careful when dealing with it alone."

"Zhuang Mohan, the master of literature, won't embarrass him, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Wan'er's concern made Fan Xian feel warm in his heart.

"Sister Wan'er, that's hard to say. This old man...he was trying to make things difficult for me at the city gate. He argued with me in public and made some hurtful remarks. He is really evil."

"Don't talk nonsense! Mr. Zhuang, the master of literature, what do you mean by making things difficult? He was just giving you advice!" Ye Zhongli scolded. "It's okay, we're a family." Fan Jian stopped him.

How could he not know what his in-laws were worried about?

After he said this, the others understood.

"Mr. Zhuang's behavior is indeed unworthy of a master. Fortunately, Zheng'er defeated him in the debate. Zheng'er, based on your performance, I'm afraid there are not many scholars in our dynasty who have the courage to debate with you." He praised again.

Ye Zheng stood up and sat next to Lao Taishan, which almost made his father stare.

"So naughty." Cui Yan spat.

Fan Ruoruo, Ye Ling'er and Lin Wan'er all smiled with their hands covering their mouths.

Fan Sizhe was very envious.

I wish he could one day be as comfortable as his brother when talking to elders.

"If you hadn't told me, I wouldn't have realized it. He wouldn't come for us, would he?" Fan Xian seemed to realize it belatedly.

"When we came, it was the two of us, but now it's just you."

Ye Zheng at this moment was completely different from the one he had just been talking to.

He's so cocky that I really want someone to hit him in the face!

Ye Zhong glared at his youngest son and consoled him, "An Zhi, there's no need to worry too much. You don't have to say anything shocking at the banquet tomorrow. Just be steady. Do you think he, a master of literature, can embarrass a junior like you?"

“It’s hard to say.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Zheng's voice rang out.

"Ah? That can't be possible?" Lin Wan'er asked worriedly again.

"Puch."

Fan Ruoruo, whose beautiful eyes were always on Ye Zheng's face, couldn't help herself.

"Ye Zhuangzhuang, you have collected your magical powers, right? You want to live in the martial arts hall, right?" Ye Ling'er reminded him secretly.

Ye Zheng straightened his back and said to Fan Xian with a serious face, "It's okay. He just gave us some questions and asked us to compete in poetry. Can he accuse you of plagiarism? With your talent, Brother Shi will surely be able to do it easily. Don't worry."

He said the first half to Fan Xian and the second half to Lin Wan'er.

This time it was Liu Ruyu's turn to laugh out loud, holding Cui Yan's hand and saying, "This kid is really interesting."

Cui Yan also smiled, but when she saw her husband's expression, she restrained herself a little.

Fan Jian stroked his beard with a smile and said to Fan Xian, "Zheng'er is right. Let's do our best."

……

The next day, at 15:15 pm
Shenwumen

"Didn't you say you wouldn't come?" Fan Xian looked at Ye Zheng, quite angrily.

Ye Zheng glanced at him and said in a deep voice, "No weapons, poisons, or the like may be brought into the palace."

Didn't you see he was in his official uniform?
"Oh oh." Fan Xian understood and took out a dagger, four iron needles and a series of poisons from his boots, belt and hair.

Afterwards, Li Chengze and Li Chengqian entered the Shenwu Sect one after another.

The two of them only exchanged a few polite words with Ye Zheng, and their enthusiasm was still mostly focused on their eldest uncle.

After finishing his official duties at Shenwu Gate, Ye Zheng returned home.

One night, at the banquet, I asked my eldest uncle whether he would recite three poems... I was afraid that my eldest uncle would skip the poems he wrote.

The eldest brother-in-law broke into the harem at night. Did he successfully get the key?

All are still unclear.

"Master, someone from the Fan residence in front has come and said that the second young lady wants you to come over."

Ye Zheng, who was walking quickly, looked up at the sky. It was just dawn. He got up at 5:55 in the morning, so it was now 7:45 in the morning at most.

Something went wrong with my uncle?
He glanced at his clothes. They were new shorts that he had changed into today. He had just run so far and was not sweating yet. It was a good opportunity for him to wash up and have lunch with the young lady.

(End of this chapter)