Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Lin Yingwen’s home education is still online.

He flipped through the immature business plan written by the students, sat down on the chair, and pondered:

"Do I really have to go to the outer city to run errands and go to the alleys to ask those who can't afford Western medicine what they think of Western medicine?"

Although he hated working for Yuan Congqian, his classmates did not hate it. So was there a way to have the best of both worlds?

Yuan Congqian pushed so many official tasks onto Lin Yingwen, couldn't he just not do anything and push all the tasks onto the students in the Department of Daoyong? And if someone was interested in preparing for the Ministry of Revenue internal examination, he could also exchange labor for the examination question booklet given by Lin Tianshi.

The more Lin Yingwen thought about it, the more he felt that he was a genius:

"Humph! Yuan Congqian, you bully me and humiliate me. As the eldest son of the Lin family and a student of the Ministry of Revenue, how can I work for a relative like you? These students of the Ministry of Education are not my peers. If they like to curry favor with the rich and powerful, then let them do what they want!

Didn't you ask me to gather the students and bring them to the pharmacy? Didn't you say that the relatives of the emperor are the leaders of the nobles, and the nobles should consciously form a group with the relatives of the emperor as their leader? I should be loyal to the country, how could I form a clique for personal gain? Then send all these nobles who are laughing and playing to the pharmacy for you! "

Once he went to the Ministry of Revenue and became the Minister of the Treasury, what was Yuan Congqian?

"Hey, are you the young men from Taixue? Why are you awake so early?"

A voice suddenly came from outside the government office, almost frightening Lin Yingwen to death.

If someone had heard what he said, he could have gone on to learn multiplication and division within 100!

Li Cunshan pushed open the door of the official residence with a bit of ruffian spirit, and looked at the circle of students: "From now on, all three meals of yours will be provided by the Shaofu. They are all developed by me personally and handed over to the kitchen. If the food is not good, you can go and scold Yan Junyan."

"Lin Yingwen greets the Minister of the Imperial Household."

Lin Yingwen bowed respectfully to Li Cunshan.

Li Cunshan looked at him with eyes smaller than those of ordinary people and said with a smile, "You woke up so early? I heard from Researcher Kal'tsit that the students worked all night last night, and even she, an outsider, was deeply inspired when she saw it. You are all pillars of the country, how lucky is the Western Pharmacy?"

Working all night?

Drinking all night!

"Ah, ah, it's all thanks to my colleagues..."

Lin Yingwen stammered twice and asked cautiously, "Shaofu Qing, what are you doing here at the Western Medicine Bureau? Do you want me to inform the Right Prime Minister?"

"I'm registered as Zuo Cheng of the Western Medicine Bureau, so why can't I come?"

Chapter 54: The Great God of the Insect Realm

Li Cunshan answered casually, crossed his arms and smiled, "What were the students busy with all night?"

The sudden question caught Lin Yingwen off guard.

He subconsciously wanted to turn over the immature plan filled out by the science students, but Li Cunshan suddenly blocked his way.

Lin Yingwen realized that this was a test and complained inwardly.

He didn't want the Shaofu Qing to have a bad impression of him, so he tried his best to recall the discussion of others that he vaguely heard while drinking: "I checked the market prices of 37 traditional medicinal materials and the origins of some rare medicinal materials..."

"What are the market prices of the thirty-seven traditional medicinal herbs?"

Li Cunshan looked at the Panax notoginseng written on the paper and chuckled, "Then I have a question. The Western Pharmacy clearly imports the Ursus medicine directly. Why do you students want to investigate traditional folk medicine?"

"You Cheng asked us to do this, so he must have his own intentions."

"Then what's the point of having a student? You just want to find out the price of medicine. Wouldn't it be more efficient to let the idle ruffians from the outer city to find out?"

Li Cunshan pressed on step by step, asking questions.

Yuan Congqian said he couldn't imagine that officials in the pharmacy didn't know the prices of folk medicines, and Li Cunshan didn't dare to imagine it either.

There is still 10 million taels of silver in the Western Medicine Bureau. In modern times, it is the manager Li of the royal fund who used the emperor's 10 million taels to invest. If the investment fails, the royal family will naturally find a way to recover it, but the career of fund manager Li Cunshan will also come to an end.

He heard that Yuan Congqian had forced Lin Yingwen to find a group of students from the Imperial College's Taoist Department, so he came over to take a look and found a good-for-nothing in there!

Lin Yingwen felt a little uncomfortable from the torture, and stammered, "This may be to sharpen the sharpness of the students so that they can enter the officialdom."

It was established just one day ago, with only a dozen students, and it has become an officialdom?

"Hahaha, that's weird!"

Li Cunshan laughed and no longer took Lin Yingwen to heart:

"Most young people nowadays despise the empty talk of officialdom. Everyone in the capital knows that the students of the Imperial College are as good as the morning sun in the country, and Yuan Youcheng was praised endlessly by the Censorate for establishing a national pharmacy. Put these two things together, how can it become officialdom just after one day of establishment?"

Lin Yingwen knew that he had answered almost none of the questions correctly, and in the cool morning breeze, his back was covered in sweat.

Li Cunshan sorted out the students' achievements, stacked them together, and carefully put them back on the desk.

He looked at Lin Yingwen, who was sweating profusely:

"Since you want to enter the officialdom, maybe you are not interested in this. So what is your ambition?"

Lin Yingwen nodded hesitantly and did not dare to answer.

The word "zhiyuan" has also existed since ancient times and can be roughly equivalent to the modern meaning. Han Yu wrote in his "Letter to Minister Xing of Fengxiang": "The barbarians abandoned their armor and fled far away, while the imperial court rested soundly without any worries. How could this be a betrayal of a man's lifelong aspiration!"

Li Cunshan looked at him, thought he was stupid, and ignored him.

There had been no war in the Great Yan Dynasty for a hundred years, so the promotion of officials was naturally based on the governorship of local areas and the accumulation of experience. One could work in the Western Pharmacy to reach the sixth or fifth rank. When the next True Dragon took the throne, if he liked someone, he could be directly transferred to the Ministry of Revenue as a third-rank assistant minister.

……

Anlefang, Yuan Mansion.

Yuan Congqian had already forgotten how he ended up lying on the bed.

When the wine went down his throat, he felt a warm sensation in his stomach, and he didn't know who was in front of him. But after all, the physical fitness of Terrans was much stronger than that of people in his previous life, and he didn't feel nauseous or vomiting at all.

This dose of alcohol is not enough to trouble Feiyi Dahu's liver.

But for some reason, Yuan Congqian always felt his waist was sore and a little breathless.

Yuan Congqian opened his eyes and turned over the blanket. Qiu Fengshu's hands were locked on his waist.

Yuan Congqian, who always liked to lock men with his hands, found that he couldn't move her hands away for a while, and it took him a lot of effort to wake her up.

She looked at Yuan Congqian, with an expression on her face expecting him to praise her:

"I brought my husband back to my room yesterday."

Ling also stayed in Yuan Congqian's room for a night.

She sat on the edge of the bed, tidying up the blue hair that had stuck to her cheek.

In the sunlight that comes into the room, it is instantly charming.

Noticing Yuan Congqian looking over, Ling combed her hair and said, "In Imperial College, people from the Si Sui Tai stare at me every night. After all, this is the capital. I can understand them, but it's too uncomfortable for me. Why don't you come and see your dream?"

Yuan Congqian continued to look at her.

Because you don't want to be stared at, so you come to peek into my dreams?

Ling felt a little embarrassed to be stared at, and his face turned red:

"I didn't see anything, and dreams aren't that mysterious. Humans spend most of their time sleeping, and these are the dreams they have in the hour before they wake up. And it was just the monotonous ice fields, silver pines, white deer, and only that big rockhorn beast walking around."

She took out a whisk from somewhere and waved it, and a few scattered melted snow appeared in Yuan Congqian's hand.

Melted snow is a mixture of ice and snow, and theoretically should be cold, but the melted snow in Yuan Congqian's hands has a strange sense of warmth and weight, as if it had just been taken out of a warm embrace. The melted snow quickly melted into water, either evaporated or absorbed into the skin, leaving no trace.

When he looked up at Ling again, she just glanced back and smiled, then ran away without a trace.

"What a weirdo." Qiu Fengshu just thought it was a tease.

The snow melted into Yuan Congqian's hands.

But he felt that the connection with the Northeast was further strengthened!

If it was just a mysterious intuition.

Now, Yuan Congqian can feel the strong emotions coming from the snowfield...

As if he could see a huge white horned beast sleeping in the flowerbed from a distance of thousands of miles, through the thick ice and snow and the woods. The horned beast was eating and playing around him, crying in the direction of Yuan Congqian's sight, and a colorless spring was flowing by.

The snowy field covered with dead branches and solid ice emanates a blood-connected intimacy.

Yuan Tianshi's Originium skill is large-scale ice and snow manipulation, and Queen Yuan's Originium skill is to control ice mist and water vapor. However, none of their racial characteristics are as obvious as Yuan Congqian's. In addition to the obvious tiger pattern and the word "king" on his head, he also has soft feathers on his hair.

Those soft feathers are the characteristic of Liberi.

It can be understood as a race like the Horhaiya that has the characteristics of both snakes and birds.

The White Tiger has been known as the God of the West since ancient times. The connection between Yuan Congqian's race and the northern ice field may be deeper than he imagined.

Yuan Congqian thought about the connection between race and Sami Icefield and came to the courtyard. Qiu Fengshu was sharp-eyed and suddenly saw a wooden box containing letters in front of the gate. There were traces of rain on it, and it was obviously delivered not long ago.

Yuan Congqian opened the letter and found it was an invitation. The person who invited him was the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue. He was invited to attend a banquet hosted by many officials at the right assistant minister's residence. They wanted to discuss with Yuan Congqian about how the Western Pharmacy could benefit the country. As soon as they opened their mouths, Yuan Congqian knew what they wanted to do.

"At the same time, there are many virtuous people whom I would like to recommend to you..."

Yuan Congqian looked at the contents of the letter and laughed:

"It's hard to fill the gap in people's hearts. Even with the involvement of the Shaofu and the emperor's decree, they still want to take action."

Chapter 55: Cut down the door of Huang Mansion!

Qiu Fengshu took the letter and read it carefully only after Yuan Congqian had finished reading it.

In Da Yan, it was not a big deal for the elites to have a private feast. When they were feasting, they would casually discuss official business and state affairs, which was naturally not a big deal. The officialdom was not an MMORPG, but a worldly affair, so it was normal to discuss how to deal with a matter.

What's more, today's real dragons all like to hold banquets, and with their superiors following suit, the trend of extravagant banquets naturally flourishes.

She observed Yuan Congqian's expression:

"My dear, are you going?"

"Why not? He was able to gather all the righteous and wise men together, saving me the trouble of going to their houses one by one to threaten them personally. Of course I have to go and thank them. If I don't go and thank them, wouldn't it seem that the Yuan family is ignorant of etiquette?"

Yuan Congqian threw the wooden box into the air and cut it into pieces with the sword energy.

Qiu Fengshu returned to the house and took out her seal and sword: "I am here with bad intentions. Please let me follow you, my lord."

"We are the ones here."

Yuan Congqian had his sword ready before her, and then he slung his knife across his back like Lao Chen did: "It's still the same as what I said before. You don't have to make a move until I make a move. Once I make a move, you immediately find the one who screams the loudest and kill him."

"Sir, you can't kill officials."

Qiu Fengshu reminded.

The impact of killing officials is too bad to be covered up by using the status of relatives by marriage.

"Then let's not do it at the banquet. If there is anyone who likes to shout, you can remember his face and then cut him and his animal cart into pieces later." Yuan Congqian changed his words indifferently, put on formal clothes, and pinned the feather on his ribbon.

……

The seventh mansion is Huang Mansion.

On the way here, Qiu Fengshu introduced the story of Huang Renzhao's rise to wealth.

Huang, the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, started his career as the Prefect of Jingzhao, and was transferred between the Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple many times. Later, he made enough contributions and was promoted to the Ministry of Revenue to take charge of the Ministry of Finance and the Ministry of Warehouses. Now he has been promoted to the third rank at the age of fifty, younger than Lin Guangmei, and has the potential to become a first rank.

The meaning of his name is "correcting benevolence and righteousness, generating benevolence and righteousness", but in private he likes to use Originium techniques to extract evidence and roast suspects at high temperatures.

Maybe it was because he was extremely resourceful, maybe it was because the scapegoat he found was obedient enough, maybe it was because his methods were good enough and he had enough friends, he was always able to solve the case after interrogating the evidence, and when he was sent to serve as a prefectural governor in a remote place, he was also known as the "parent official."

"He will cause a shocking crime sooner or later, so it is best for you to have less dealings with him."

Qiu Fengshu summarized it this way.

After hearing this, Yuan Congqian concluded, "Huang Renzhao's transfer to the Ministry of Revenue shows that he is favored by the emperor. We cannot directly scold him. He held a banquet in the mansion and enjoyed himself with the real dragon. His lifestyle is completely different from that of the Fu brothers. They are not the same kind of people."

The Ministry of Finance is in charge of the currency paid nationwide, and the Ministry of Warehouses is in charge of warehouse storage and supply. Both are subordinate units of the Ministry of Revenue.

Huang Renzhao could not have been unaware of the proportion of silver that foreign currencies had squeezed out. However, Yuan Congqian had read the Ministry of Revenue policy archives in the newspaper, but he did not see any of his letters other than pretending to be serious. He was primarily responsible for the chaotic economic situation in Yan State.

When the next emperor could no longer bear the poor economic policies of Yan State and wanted to take action against the Ministry of Revenue, Huang Renzhao would be the first to be affected, and then a series of people would be implicated.

"Mr. Yuan, I have been waiting for a long time."

At the gate of Huang Mansion, servants were already waiting there with their heads bowed, their smiles blooming like autumn chrysanthemums.

He looked at what Yuan Congqian was holding and exclaimed, "Oh, I wonder... Is there a letter from my master?"

"Why, if there is none, then we can't get in?"

"If you don't have it with you... please ask Mr. Yuan to send someone to get it. Mr. Yuan, please go to the side hall and have a cup of tea first."

He looked prepared and still had a smile on his face.

Trying to piss me off.

But Yuan Congqian had seen too many such scenes.