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Chapter 133 Xiao Zijie wants to sing a poem
The news that Shuzhou was a pilot for the reform of the New Deal was not disseminated after the court meeting.

Because Zhao Yan issued a ban.

He didn't want the folk scholars and scholars to panic because they heard some incomplete information.

And at this moment, in Wenxiang Mansion.

A young man in brocade robes was sitting in a gazebo, looking at the sky with a smirk on his face.

And in his hand is holding a letter of appointment, the official title is: Xiao Zijie, the magistrate of Shantai Prefecture, Shuzhou.

Tomorrow, he will go to Shuzhou to take office!

After Xiao Zijie got the documents, he had been giggling for almost an hour.

"Haha, I didn't expect Xiao Zijie to be here today. It's really God's blessing. I want to write a poem again!"

Xiao Zijie's dream since he was a child was to follow his father's example, gain fame and become an official in the court.

But his talent and learning are too mediocre, so far he has not even been admitted as a scholar, and he once gave up this dream.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly became a magistrate.

You must know that the prefect is a fifth-rank official position. Even those preparatory officials who have been admitted to the imperial examinations have no experience of more than five years, and it is difficult to become a prefect.

Xiao Zijie imitated his father's appearance, and started to take eight steps, with a frightened expression on his face, and walked unsteadily.

At this moment, Wenxiang Xiao Jingye came back.

Xiao Zijie hurriedly ran towards Xiao Jingye with the documents in hand. After walking in front of Xiao Jingye, he suddenly gave an official bow to each other, and then said with a smile: "Xiao Zijie, the next official, will see Mr. Xiao Xiangye!"

When Xiao Jingye heard Xiao Zijie call him that, he was immediately annoyed.

The tiger stared, then picked up a stick at the side and hit Xiao Zijie.

"You rebellious son, you started to speak bureaucratly before you took office, let's see if I don't beat you to death!"

After all, the father and son chased each other in the courtyard.

The servants on the side are used to it, at least three days a month are the days when Mr. Xiao was beaten.

Half an hour later, Xiao Jingye beat Xiao Zijie a few sticks, and then dragged him to the Xiao family ancestral hall.

"Nie Zi, kneel down!" Xiao Jingye said sharply.

Xiao Zijie looked aggrieved, so he could only kneel in front of the tablets of the ancestors of the Xiao family, and underestimated in a low voice: "I'm a magistrate now anyway, you can't beat me like you used to beat your son!"

This remark happened to be heard by Xiao Jingye.

Bang!
Xiao Jingye stretched out his leg and kicked Xiao Zijie's ass.

"Don't say that if you become the magistrate, if you become the prime minister, I can beat you!" Xiao Jingye said with his eyes wide open.

Xiao Zijie rubbed his butt that was almost calloused from the beating, and dared not speak any more.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Jingye lit three sticks of incense in front of the tablet of Xiao's family, and then inserted it.

Then, he also knelt in front of the tablet.

"The ancestors of the Xiao family are honored, and thanks to His Majesty's grace, my son Jie is honored to be the magistrate of Shantai Prefecture in Shuzhou. May my son be blessed with success in becoming an official and turn bad luck into good luck..."

With a serious face, Xiao Jingye spoke to the memorial tablet for a full quarter of an hour.

The more Xiao Zijie heard it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he always felt that he was not going to be an official, but to go to the front line of the battlefield.

Last time, when he went to attack Beimeng, Xiao Jingye didn't have so many words of blessing.

"Father, I'm not going to fight, so do I need to be so solemn?" Xiao Zijie said with curled lips.

Xiao Jingye turned his head and glared at Xiao Zijie, and said in a cold voice: "The significance of the reform of the new policy in Shuzhou is no less than the defeat of Beimeng. As the magistrate, you must show the spirit of being a father My God, turn Shantai Mansion into the best mansion in Shuzhou, if the new policy fails, you will lose not only your face, but also the face of your father and our Xiao family ancestors, do you understand?"

Xiao Zijie nodded seriously. He is quite clear about the direction and importance of this new deal.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Jingye added: "As a father, I would like to ask you two more points. First, you and Kong Ze are both magistrates, and you must support each other. In addition to supporting, you must do more than Kong Ze." Excellent achievements, because your father is better than his father!"

"Secondly, in Shuzhou, if you can't write poems, don't write poems. Even if you write poems, don't show them to others, so as not to make you laugh!"

"Understood, father!" Xiao Zijie nodded depressedly, he always felt that he hadn't become a particularly famous poet in Dazhou, and it was his father who stifled his progress.

At the same time, in the Confucian mansion.

Kong Moshan and his son Kong Ze put their arms around each other's shoulders, almost drunk.

Kong Moshan was carrying a jug, and said dizzily, "Son, your father and Xiao Jingye are Jinshi of the same class, and we have been competing in the court all our lives. Although he is a literary minister, your father is not If you lose, you will become the magistrate, and you must never let his son ride on your head, do you understand?"

"However, you two should also support each other, just like Xiao Jingye and I."

Kong Ze said in Kong Moshan's ear: "Father, don't worry, my son is better than Xiao Zijie in everything. If I go to Shuzhou, I will definitely be able to complete the task assigned by His Majesty."

"Good son, good... son, just as His Majesty said, my son also looks like a prime minister!"

Early the next morning, outside Changdan city.

Pan Wenyue, Qiu Tong, Xiao Zijie, and Kong Ze each brought their families and mouths, packed several carriages full of salutes, and prepared to go to Shuzhou to take office.

Just as Xiao Jingye and Kong Moshan were saying goodbye, Zhao Yan came with Heiwa.

Everyone was about to kneel, Zhao Yan waved his hands with a smile, as a sign of disrespect, and then said: "Four, what the future of my Dazhou can become depends entirely on you!"

"Your minister will do his best and die!" Pan Wenyue clasped his hands on behalf of the four of them.

"Pan Aiqing, I don't want you to die, I hope you can all go down in history!" Zhao Yan said with a smile.

"I must make a name in history!" Pan Wenyue said excitedly.

Zhao Yan turned to look at Qiu Tong, and said, "Qiu Aiqing, I will take care of your son Qiu Mu, don't worry."

Qiu Tong bowed slightly towards Zhao Yan and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Afterwards, Zhao Yan looked at Kong Ze and Xiao Zijie who were closest to him. He patted the shoulders of the two and said with a smile, "Kong Ze, don't eat too much when you are out of the house. Your weight will affect government affairs." of."

Kong Ze rubbed his belly and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, when I return, I will appoint a handsome young man."

And Xiao Zijie on the side opened his mouth, then quickly closed it, with an eager expression of wanting to show respect.

Zhao Yan asked suspiciously: "Xiao Zijie, are you in a hurry to show respect? Your expression is so anxious."

Xiao Zijie thought about it for a while, and said, "Reporting to Your Majesty, I'm going to Shuzhou soon, and I want to write a poem for my father, but... I'm afraid my father will beat me!"

Xiao Jingye who was on the side couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. His son really loves poetry, but he just doesn't have half a talent.

Zhao Yan was also happy immediately, and said: "I promise you to compose a poem before you leave, and your father is not allowed to beat you."

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