Chapter 47 The Worries of the Imperial Hand

Like other local officials in Luzhou Prefecture, when Fubi came here and visited the lightning stove and light bulb processing factory, he also had a series of questions in his mind. For example, the lightning furnace was as high as a hill, far from what the airship could install, and the light bulb processing factory. Does it need to produce a small light bulb? This huge 'machine'?

With these questions, Fu Bi asked as he walked, "Zhao Shisi, please forgive me for my shallow knowledge. In terms of size, I think that the airship can't hold the lightning stove at all, and that..."

Fu Bi looked back at the light bulb processing factory he had just visited. He only felt that the rumbling noise lingered in his ear for a long time. Even if he closed his eyes, countless pipes and machines would appear in his mind. These strange things cooperated with each other, which was simply ingenious and amazing. Guanzhi, of course, these were explained by Zhao Ze, and Fu Bi knew it. However, on the surface, such machines do not need manpower to operate, but he still doubted what was inside. However, due to the many officials who accompanied him, it was difficult for Fu Bi to ask directly, but he just asked general questions. Zhao Ze respectfully One by one, the group of people took a big circle outside the south city of Luzhou Prefecture. They finished reading everything that should be seen and heard what should be heard before they returned home.

In the evening, at the invitation of the magistrate Li Chuhou, Fu Bi reluctantly went to the reception banquet held by the local officials and gentry. The banquet was set in the most lively and prosperous Lin's restaurant in the city. Zhao Ze was also listed in the invitation, but most of the people present were people with status and background. Zhao Ze was an official and an official of sesame mung bean. If it hadn't been for the imperial envoy's order to visit Luzhou, Zhao Ze wouldn't have been able to get this kind of table at all.

During the banquet, the gentry of Luzhou Prefecture kept toasting Fubi. After simply thanking Fubi for drinking a few cups with everyone, Fang stopped drinking more. While chatting, he peeked at Zhao Ze and found that Zhao Ze was drinking drunk alone listlessly. I don't know how much he had drunk. In short, Zhao Ze was drunk before half of the banquet. Pushing the official Seeing this, Pang Yuanying quickly asked the hotel's servants to help Zhao Ze go down to rest. There is no need to mention this.

Besides, Fubi, the officials and officials of Luzhou Prefecture and famous gentry drank until late at night before they dispersed. Li Chuhou, the magistrate, stood under the restaurant and looked at Fu Bi's sedan chair and slowly walked away towards the official post. Then he turned around and entered his sedan chair and whispered, "Go back to the house". The sedan chair man got up the sedan chair and took the same step and went to the government office.

It was Xia Yu and other officials in the government office who left later.

When Zhao Ze was sleeping soundly in the guest room behind the Lin family's restaurant, the door rang, and Xiao Er whispered, "Zhao Aosi, there is a guest!"

As soon as Xiao Er's voice fell, the door opened. A middle-aged man came in, dressed in a green cloth robe and holding an ordinary folding fan. After entering the room, he asked Xiao Er to bring the sour plum soup to sober up. After helping Zhao Ze drink it, he used a cold towel to help Zhao Ze's face. After a long time of fragrance, Zhao Ze woke up drowsily and was hazy. I found a man sitting on the opposite stool, so I pulled Xiao Er and asked, "Who is this man? Who told you to let him in? Didn't you see me resting?"

Xiao Er turned to the green-robed man in embarrassment. The green-robed man waved his hand and said, "You go out first. I have something to talk to Zhao Yasi!"

The tone of the green-robed man spoke very plainly, but the lines were full of anger and self-righteousness. Xiao Er understood it and quickly bowed and then left the room.

"Who are you?" Zhao Ze wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, grabbed the tea bowl and drank the rest of the sour plum soup. It was not until the wine was no longer surging up, and his hazy mind gradually woke up. He saw the green robe man opposite him clearly. The green robe man raised his head with half a smile and deliberately showed a complacent look.

"I don't know if Zhao Ashi is really drunk and still pretends to sleep? Or if Zhao Shisi intends to do it, can you tell me..." The man in the green robe paused, "Can you tell me!"

Hearing the voice, Zhao Ze felt a little familiar. When he came closer and took a closer look, Zhao Ze suddenly realized it. He hurriedly bowed deeply and said, "I'm sorry to bother you to visit in person tonight. I'm really ashamed, but I had no choice but to do it. I didn't expect that Lord Fu really see it!"

Fu Bi smiled and did not answer. After a while, he slowly said, "In the banquet, you, Zhao Shishi, did not toast to this official, and did not talk to me, but I found that your eyes have never left me. Although I am not Zhuge Kongming, I am also used to observing words and expressions. Zhao Shisi's behavior is too obvious that I can only hide it. Get those people outside the court"

Speaking of this Fubi brush, he closed the folding fan and said kindly, "I will go to the appointment alone tonight, and there is no one else around me. If Zhao Shi has something to say, you might as well say it directly, but don't use some strange words to coax me. Although I read a sage book, I am not a corrupt Confucian. Well, Zhao Shi, you can tell me, listen. "

Zhao Ze sighed, sorted out his thoughts, and said, "Actually, I don't know you, and I have never heard of it, but my cousin knows you very well and has studied you deeply. I don't know if you are interested in listening!"

Fu Bi frowned, but he didn't mind Zhao Ze's tone. He just tapped the folding fan on the table and then said, "I'd like to hear more!"

Next, Zhao Ze talked about the life of Lord Fubifu two years ago. One of them mentioned that Fubi was born in Luoyang East, Henan Province. In the eighth year of Tiansheng (1030), he was in different subjects such as Maocai and other subjects. He Zhixian, signed the book Heyang Festival Judge's Office, sentenced Jiangzhou and Yunzhou, and was summoned to be the governor of Kaifeng Prefecture. The court. Xia Jingzong, Li Yuanhao, Kou Qianyan, general Liu Pingzhan

Death, Huang Dehe falsely subdued his enemy. Fu Bi participated in the trial of the case, revealing Liu Ping's injustice...

At the beginning, Fu Bi didn't care too much about Zhao Ze's mention of his origin, but the more he went, the more Fu Bi wondered where he came from and how he knew so much about me. Is it... Could it be... After Zhao Ze continued to talk, Fu Bi raised his hand and stopped Zhao Ze.

"Zhao Shisi, what do you mean? How can you know so much about my official experience as an official? Unless ordinary people are an official in the court and have worked in the official department, otherwise, it is impossible to know me so much about this official. I will ask you, what is your intention!"

At this point, Fu Bi suddenly became alert, afraid that Zhao Ze was the last person he expected to see, but after a while, he denied his idea.

Because Zhao Ze replied with a smile, "Please don't be too careful. It's neither a detailed work of Liao, nor a detailed work of Xixia, let alone a detailed work of Tubo or Xiao Dali. I just told a thing to Lord Fu at the order of my cousin. Because this matter is too important and I don't want others to know, so I This arrangement!"

Fu Bi's face changed. He really wanted to open Zhao Ze to see what he was doing, but he couldn't be in a hurry. He suppressed his anger and asked, "That's annoying Zhao Aosi. Make it clear. I'm not here to circle with you. Let's talk about important things!"

Under the candlelight, Zhao Ze saw that Fu Bi looked a little unnatural and said in his heart, "Lord Fu, I knew it was God's will. Next, you have to believe it if you don't believe it!"

Lin's restaurant occupies a wide area. There are Jiuqu cloisters and lotus ponds behind the elegant mahogany restaurant. More than a dozen high-class rooms are connected to the cloister. Zhao Ze's room is in it. From last night to early morning, there are continuous whispers, as if chatting and arguing. This situation is until the restaurant in front of the street is sprinkled with water. The street is about to open the door before it comes to an end.

After a man in a green robe went out, he ran to the side door without saying a word. Two hours after the man left, Zhao Ze got up and left, looking at the government.