The craftsmen in the palace will be divided into batches for the princes, ministers, clansmen and dignitaries in the capital to dish out kangs, and in the first batch, there is the name of Xue's house.
After Old Lady Xue found out about this, she, along with her daughter-in-law, went up and down the area that needed to be coiled for the bed and cleaned it properly.
After carefully instructing the servants in the mansion where to start cleaning, Mrs. Xue personally led the people and went up to Xue Yuan's door worriedly.
Ever since she found a box of jade under Xue Yuan's bed last time, Xue Yuan had not allowed anyone to enter his room. After all, Mrs. Xue sent the box back to him. But no matter how ridiculous it was, it had to be hidden between the time the Emperor sent people to the bed.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Xue swiped her tears again, and the maid holding her by her side said, "Ma'am, are you missing the Grand Duke?"
"Missing him for what," Mrs. Xue's tears wet a pad, "a good male son, have to go to the scourge of the next family ......"
He also kissed and groped people, Xue Yuan is a bandit-like person, maybe it's how he forced others.
Mrs. Xue just cried all the way to Xue Yuan's house, but when she sent someone to clean it, she found that the jade power under Xue Yuan's bed was gone.
Mrs. Xue fiercely chilled her face, and her heart drew a cold, "Who has ever entered the Grand Duke's house?"
The maids and boys were silent for a moment, and one of the boys came forward and said, "Back to madam, when His Holiness came to the Xue Mansion the other day, he had asked my little one to lead the way in front and come to the Grand Duke's room once."
Mrs. Xue only felt dizzy, and she could barely stand, "Then you, then the Holy Spirit could have taken something?"
The little man wondered, "I don't know."
Mrs. Xue thought of the worst one possible and gasped for air, almost pouting in one breath.
*
After a few days, the one who advanced into the Xue Mansion ahead of the people from Pan Kang was the one who delivered the letter.
It's a letter sent by Xue Yuan to Xue Lin.
Xue Lin, who was lying on the bed, was trembling as soon as he heard the name of Xue Yuan, but he did not dare not to receive it, and the letter paper reached him, unfolded it, and then his eyes went black, and he hated the fact that he did not know the words.
It's just a letter Xue Yuan sent back from the northern border.
It was naturally not a family letter, but rather a threatening letter with a languid tone; if Xue Lin did not do what Xue Yuan said, Xue Lin would never think of getting up from his bed.
Xue Lin didn't hold back, holding the letter and crying.
After crying, he regained his vigor and changed the people, "Look, this time, it is a matter arranged by the Grand Duke, you can not be slippery. Send someone to keep an eye on these people, Chu Wei, Zhang Og ...... Hehe, how is there Chang Yuyan?"
The boy answered obediently and then asked, "After keeping an eye on them?"
"Go and see who is closer to the saint," Xue Lin said, choking up again, "The saint is the nine to five, how can I dare to spy on the saint's whereabouts. But if I don't do it, I don't want this pair of hands. You let the people who keep an eye on these guys pay attention, if anyone has gained the favor of the saint, and stay with the saint day in and day out, then secretly find an opportunity to put them," Xue Lin wiped his neck, "Understand?"
The boy nodded and asked one more question, "Is it the same for Lord Chang?"
Xue Lin was a bit gloating for a moment, "Big brother can kill me when he gets angry, a Chang Yuyan, a childhood friend that he hasn't seen for more than ten years, do you think big brother will spare him?"
"I understand." The little man led the order and went away.
This letter was a letter written by Xue Yuan in the Northern Border, a letter he wrote before he was so irritated that he ran back to the capital from the Northern Border. At that time, because he hadn't gotten a response to the envelopes he had sent to Gu Yuanbai for months, Xue Yuan thought that the saint had forgotten about him, and this letter sent to Xue Lin was precisely to ask Xue Lin to find out if there was anything about the saint being compelled by other people, or if he had gotten close to other people in Xue Yuan's absence, and if there was, then to make a note of who it was.
"Those who are near him, those who have suffered him to laugh, those who have touched him," the tone of Grand Duke Xue's letter was lazy, but as gloomy as a dog that protects its food, "remember them one by one, and write and send them to me."
Those were Xue Yuan's exact words.
Xue Lin guessed he was planning to kill all these people himself.
The second son of Xue thought that he still understood Xue Yuan and knew that Xue Yuan was ruthless, and although Xue Yuan did not explicitly say that he wanted to dispose of these people in his letter, Xue Lin also had the idea that he wanted to go even further to curry favor with Xue Yuan.
What if the person died and Xue Yuan was so happy that he didn't care that he had tried to murder Mrs. Xue?
*
Along with the palace in the fire kang disk up, in the hundred officials also set off some disk kang craze.
But now is the time when the emperor rewarded the gifts, only the emperor can decide who can make the kang, and only after some reward rounds, you can go to invite people to come to your home to make the kang by yourself.
It was also at this moment that the imperial court released the news that private carpenters could learn the method of plating kangs. The royal craftsmen took the initiative to teach, but for each kang they coiled, they had to pay a share of the money.
The money collected was not much, and there was no charge for teaching them. The imperial court had always been lenient with the people, and this move was equivalent to distributing this pot of gold to the artisans of the world.
This news is released, the capital of the craftsmen did not even hesitate, immediately went to the government to enroll in the study, wait until the government office door, the line has been long.
An old craftsman took a look, and almost all the familiar craftsmen were already here, and the old craftsman followed his apprentice with the exclamation, "All of them have come to learn to plate kangs."
The apprentice tiptoed forward and back and smacked his lips, "What's with all the people!"
"There aren't too many of them," the old craftsman said, "and the government's word is that the method of making the kang is very impressive! Once you learn it, you can eat for the rest of your life with just this skill."
The apprentice was skeptical: "Can I?"
"Why not!" The old craftsman counted for him, "How many people are there in Daheng? I've never heard of a way to make a kang before. If everyone had to make a kang, you could make one a day for a lifetime. If everyone had to make a kang, you could make one a day for the rest of your life. People have to build new houses when there are more of them, and when there are more new houses, you have to make kangs. People are afraid of the cold, so who wouldn't want to make a kang if they could?"
The apprentice froze, "Yes."
"The big families dish out even more, up and down, dozens and dozens of kangs," the old craftsman couldn't help but laugh, "We'll have to get busy this winter!"
It sure has been busy this winter.
Most of the officials in the court are representatives of various schools of thought, and their literary talent is naturally not lost. When the kang became, lying on it, the warmth of the heat from under the body into the limbs, so comfortable that people are not even willing to move their fingers, from the inside to the outside of the laziness, just want to close their eyes and sleep.
Imagine ah, winter snow outside, but they can be in the fire on top of the kang, enjoying the heat, drinking warm wine, sometimes small dishes on some, you can look out the window of the flying snow leisurely.
These are truly like the days of the gods.
So after experiencing the fire kang, the officials became poetic, and an article and poem spread from the capital to the south and north of the country, all of which were "Chanting about the kang".
Just when the excitement is great and the wonderful works are being made, the officials can't help but wonder in the bottom of their hearts, why did His Majesty call this thing a kang? The name is simple and crude, always losing a bit of poetry.
The saint, who had been secretly speculated by his own courtiers that he would not be able to come up with a name, was reclining on his freshly coiled kang, taking care of the residual governmental affairs of the previous days.
He was half reclining, half pillowed, his black hair hanging down on the outside of his arm, looking at the zhengzuo's expression sometimes frowning, sometimes with a smile on his face.
Tea aroma curled up, Gu Yuanbai finished reading the zhang folders and said, "This Fujian official is interesting. No wonder the Political Affairs Hall would pass this zhang folding into my hands."
Tian Fusheng was curious: "Your Holiness thinks the writing is good?"
Gu Yuanbai got up and took the wet handkerchief from his hands and wiped his hands and face, "I can't say it's good, I can't say it's bad. He this folding, written customs ten advantages and ten disadvantages, look in my eyes, eighty percent are words of things, but also words earnestly let me never forget the training of the division of the water, the weight of the division of the water, not lose the army."
Saying that, Gu Yuanbai picked up the zhang folders again and glanced at them, "It happens to be the magistrate of a county in Linhai, called Lin Zhicheng, is this name familiar to you?"
Tian Fusheng thought for a moment and said hesitantly, "It seems somewhat familiar, but I don't remember."
Gu Yuanbai also just casually asked, "Then wait and let the people from the Political Affairs Hall call up his dossier."
Tian Fusheng answered, and while waiting on the sidelines, he couldn't help but think again about who this Lin Zhicheng was, and how he was vaguely impressed. The more he thought about it, the more familiar he felt, and he scratched his ears, and finally his eyes lit up, and he hurriedly came forward and said to the saint, "Your Majesty, I remembered who that Lin Zhicheng is!"
Gu Yuanbai casually said, "Who is it?"
"It's a pirate that was collected at the time of the late emperor!" Tian Fusheng spoke very quickly, "Lin Zhicheng's man was chivalrous when he was young, and also had guts and tactics. He was the pirate leader at that time, when the pirates in the two Zhejiang and Fujian to establish various gangs and factions, Lin Zhicheng led the people to eliminate a number of pirates in that area of the sea, and sat alone for thousands of miles of sea territory. Because he wiped out these pirates and was credited with purifying the sea, he wrote many times wanting Daheng to vigorously develop maritime trade, but once he did, the late emperor knew that the waters of Fujian and Jiangsu and Zhejiang were dominated by him alone, so he drove his navy to besiege Lin Zhicheng." ①
Gu Yuanbai listened in fascination, "What happened afterward?"
"Many of Lin Zhicheng's men fled Fusan under the imperial court's siege, but Lin Zhicheng put down his position as pirate leader and took the initiative to go ashore, agreeing to the imperial court's recruitment, and the late emperor placed him in a place in Linhai and became a magistrate in Fuzhou."
Gu Yuanbai almost strangled his wrists as he got up and paced around, sighing several times, "Such a character, such a hero, and the late emperor lets him become a small county magistrate? It's a pity, a pity."
Tian Fusheng seldom see the saint like this, the saint on the rare and exotic treasures have no preferences, only the thirst for talent is the whole of Daheng readers know the thing, he followed a thought, also feel doubly for the meat pain, with the loss of the gold in general difficult, "Lin Zhicheng seems to be in the post of the county magistrate, has stayed for five years."
Gu Yuanbai paused in his steps, "Five years? The term of office of Daheng's county magistrate is changed every three years."
Tian Fusheng said, "It seems to be that he was transferred from the magistrate of one place to be the magistrate of another place."
Gu Yuanbai: "......"
The late emperor and Lu Feng, just how many treasures have been buried in such a position. The late emperor as Gu Yuanbai's father, Gu Yuanbai is not good to blame him. At a time like this, it was necessary to take Lu Feng out as a shield and pull out the anger. After cursing Lu Feng in his heart, Gu Yuanbai finally felt relieved, and he put Lin Zhicheng's folders aside, intending to take a good look at his dossier tomorrow.
He had a feeling he was going to pick up a famous general who would go down in history.