Chapter 227 It's all caused by silver

"Come in."

A plain voice came, and Yang Jing stepped across the room. There was a splashing ink landscape painting hanging on the wall, several carved dark wooden chairs, and an iron pear elephant pattern upturned head case with copywriting and pen and ink. Compared with a year ago, the official's courtroom has not changed much.

After the bookcase, it was Lu Duoxun, who was wearing a purple crane suit and holding the scroll in his hand. At this moment, he was looking up at Yang Yanzhao. There was a smile in his eyes. He put down the book in his hand and pointed to the wooden chair and said, "I haven't seen you for a while. Sit down."

Yang Yanzhao didn't dare to sit down. He saluted again, stood by the wooden chair, and answered respectfully, "The subordinate was ordered to return to Beijing, which is also the Bianliang who just arrived yesterday."

Seeing him so polite, Lu Duoxun couldn't help laughing and scolding a few words, which made Yang Yanzhao sit on the wooden chair, call the servants outside the house, and add a pot of tea.

Taking over the Taozhan dyed with red plums in the white room handed over by the soap clothes, Yang Yanzhao only felt the fragrance. He took a sip, and the aroma was full of teeth. It seemed that the taste of tea in the past was very different.

In my impression, this kind of tea has only been drunk once. When the winter snow dispersed the year before last, South Korea Hua asked for Longjing from Di Qing, which had not yet come out, but this tea is very different from Longjing, with a little more charm and a little more fragrant fragrance.

Looking at Yang Yanzhao's contemplative look after drinking a few sips of tea, Lu Duoxun brushed his beard and asked proudly, "How's it going? How do I feel about this tea?"

"The soup is golden and as bright as amber, like the fragrance of orchids. The taste is mellow and sweet for a long time. It is really very rhyme. Thank you for giving me such a good tea."

Hearing this, Lu Duoxun laughed loudly, and the two-inch black beard under his jaw also trembled. "Ha ha, well, I didn't expect you to have some knowledge about the tea ceremony. However, you may not have thought that this was something from Fujian Road, and I also got a little from a close friend.

Yang Yanzhao didn't expect this. After thinking about it for a moment, he couldn't help exclaiming in his heart that Tieguanyin, which will be popular in the world in the future, was produced in Fujian, and he actually forgot about it.

The tea in this cup is obviously Tieguanyin, which has not yet been discovered. Unconsciously, there is a trace of joy in my heart. It is faintly seen that the thick juice in the cup has turned into countless real gold and silver, which makes people unhappy.

After drinking more than half of the tea in the cup, Lu Duoxun came to his senses from the aroma in his mouth, "Good tea, lonely and deafening, but when it meets water, it turns into a sweet fragrance all over the sky."

With that, he paused and looked at Yang Yanzhao, which made the latter's heart suddenly tense. He quickly put aside the tea cup in his hand and listened attentively.

"And you have been in Fujian for a long time. To be honest, you have really done a good job. Even if you send those who have been officials for many years, I'm afraid you are not as good as you."

"Your Excellency praises me. Yang Jing is so talented and shallow. How can he afford such praise?"

Seeing that Yang Yanzhao was about to get up and salute, Lu Duoxun pressed his hand and signaled that he did not need to be polite. "Always so humble, but even if you want to be mediocre, there are some things that you can't help you."

He picked up the small teapot and added some tea to the cup. Ludowson took a few more sips. "Maybe, the official family has told you yesterday that the three halls will be rebuilt. Today, the court is in a mess for this matter, but the official family is also furious, which makes the officials as quiet. Thinking about it, it's all because of your little Son."

Hearing this, Yang Yanzhao suddenly felt a little depressed. Zhao Guangyi actually handed over the reconstruction of the three halls to him, and today's dispute between the ministers in the morning made him the target of public. Thinking of this, he could only complain secretly and couldn't help saying, "Please, Lord Shangshu. Teach me."

Seeing this nervous look, Lu Duoxun smiled, "I've seen you several times, and I've been calm, but I don't know that when my face has changed like today, if I told you to rebuild the third hall, if I was also in favor of you, what would you?"

Don't think too much. Yang Yanzhao has already slandered him, but on the surface, he can only say with solemnity and panic, "The lower official is panicked, and I also feel that it is difficult to take this important task."

"Indeed, this burden is a little heavier. Let alone the hatred and anger of those sour Confucian ministers, the 100,000 taels of silver taken out by the household department alone is enough for you."

Looking at Lu Duoxun with a meaningful look, Yang Yanzhao looked in his eyes, and his heart became more and more flustered. The three halls were tied to the faces of scholars all over the world. Those old virtuous and self-respecting old Confucians naturally would not hand over this matter to his juniors.

What's more depressing is that there are only 100,000 taels of silver. The third hall is the Royal Academy. It is a beautiful carving pavilion and painting building. How can these 100,000 taels of silver be?

This is obviously a business that provokes public anger and has to pay for money.

For a long time, Yang Yanzhao couldn't help smiling bitterly and asked with pleading, "Lord Shangshu, I really can't do this. Please give me some advice."

Hearing this sentence, Lu Duoxun put away the smile on his face, locked his thick eyebrows, and his right hand kept stroking his chin's beard. After a long time, he said, "You can't choose this matter at present. In this case, you can boldly let go.

Yinzi has always been under the control of the Ministry of Household, and the official family asks the Ministry of Household to dispatch you. I'm afraid there are quite complaints over there. In this regard, you can find someone for help.

"Please make it clear to me."

"Bi Shi'an, the head of the Ministry of Household Affairs, with him, it is more convenient to pick up some masonry materials. Maybe you don't know him, but his fellow apprentice, Xiang Minzhong, should be very familiar with him."

It turned out to be Xiang Minzhong. Hearing this, a trace of strangeness flashed on Yang Yanzhao's face. Lu Duoxun looked in his eyes, but did not say anything. He just continued to say, "I have a cousin who is proficient in some buildings. He will turn around and let him help you. As for the silver, I can't do anything. I can only rely on your own way."

Now that Yang Yanzhao is unable to make a change. After thanking Lu Duoxun, he took his official uniform from the fifth grade, came out of the official department, and walked back full of his mind.

The sun has risen, and Bianliang City is noisy and boiling. In it, Yang Yanzhao frowned, looked away, and went straight forward. He only felt dizzy. For a long time, he couldn't help sighing. Why did he spread such a hot thing?

Silver, with the Jubao Pavilion, you shouldn't have to worry about it, but the most important thing is also here. He can't take out a penny of the money of the Jubao Pavilion. Otherwise, won't this painsively hidden secret be announced to the public?

If this is the way, not to mention the imperial history with sharp teeth and sharp mouth, just because the hatred of the three museums and his old Confucian ministers is enough to kill him.

"Papa...!"

There was a sound of whiplash in my ear. When I looked up, I saw a restaurant on the roadside opening to celebrate. The shopkeeper in a dark blue long shirt was smiling and punched the left and right pedestrians, and ordered the little man around him to take a snack and hair to pick up the children who came to play.

After the sound of the whip, Yang Yanzhao also happened to walk to the door of the restaurant. A plaque covered with red silk was moved out by two young men in brown linen clothes. When they crossed the threshold, they may have tripped. They swayed and almost fell to the ground.

Most of the red silk has been lifted, and the three words 'Guangju Building' can be faintly seen. The bright jituo is engraved on the vermilion plaque. Although there is no momentum of dragons and phoenixes, it is also written like clouds and smoke, which is a little like everyone.

Just as Yang Yanzhao was about to leave, he suddenly smelled the shopkeeper's low scolding, which was hidden in the noise, which was inaudible, but it was clear enough for him to hear.

"Happy day, you two bastards can't be careful. This is written by Master Zhang in the Xicheng government office after spending dozens of taels of money. If it is broken, let's see how I accept you! Go, hang it up quickly!"

Looking back, the two little ones were carefully hanging the plaque, and the short and fat shopkeeper was still smiling at the guests from all directions. He stopped and looked at the plaque that had been hung. In the twilight, Yang Yanzhao seemed to have a little understanding in his heart.

It seems that, inadvertently, he has found a solution to silver.