At this time, the boat arrived at the dock and the boatman outside reminded him to get off the boat.

Zhao Shouzheng hurriedly asked, "What about the third point?"

"Three..." Zhang Magistrate rubbed his fingers habitually, meaning to monetize knowledge.

I realized that Zhao Hao's helper could not even buy money, and he would have to count on him in the future.

Magistrate Zhang, who would never accept gifts, quickly put his hands into his sleeve and whispered: "This is the only way to look at you and my dear brothers. I won't tell him ordinary people."

"Thank you." Zhao Shouzheng stretched his neck and listened carefully.

"Third, unless you have to, don't throw the trouble to your boss." County Magistrate Zhang lowered his voice and said, "When you turn back and push his troubles to you, remember the feeling in your heart. That is the feeling in your boss when you do this."

"Believe me, he will be back ten times more sooner or later on you." County Magistrate Zhang pressed Zhao Shouzheng's shoulder hard and walked towards the cabin door.

But Zhao Hao asked behind him, "What if it's a last resort?"

"Kill him." Magistrate Zhang said lightly and threw down three words, then stepped onto the boat board with a leisurely manner.

Unexpectedly, he drank too much wine and his feet were very soft. In addition, his pedals were slippery in the rain, so Magistrate Zhang almost fell into the water.

Fortunately, his Changsui was very alert and hurriedly grabbed the master's arm.

Zhao Hao and his son also rushed forward to help, holding Zhang Magistrate Zhang's butt, and it took a lot of effort to get him ashore.

Fortunately, it was dark and no one recognized the master who almost fell.

"Melon peel, I'm scared." Zhang Magistrate woke up from the wine and sat on the ground panting, and said to Zhao Shouzheng in a dressing manner:

"The same is true for being an official. Be careful and be cleansed if you miss it."

Zhao Shouzheng nodded and thanked County Magistrate Zhang again.

After most of the day, he felt that he was finally no longer confused, at least he knew how to be a county magistrate.

On the way back, Zhao Shouzheng took the lead and a small notebook, recalled the words of Zhang Magistrate, and took notes seriously.

His memory is not good at all, and he will be cut off as soon as he drinks, so he must write it down. Otherwise, the next time he drinks, he might have lost his memory.

From a memory perspective alone, Zhao Hao is sure that he is his biological child.

While copying, Mr. Zhao said excitedly: "I thought I was just a Sichuan guy who fell into the eyes of money, but I didn't expect that he was still a master."

"If you can be addicted to being an magistrate in Beijing, you must be the best at being an official." Zhao Hao smiled faintly.

"Well, my father thinks so too!" Mr. Zhao Erxin focused his head, patted his notes, and said with relief: "I finally have a little confidence in being able to be the magistrate of this county."

Seeing that his father was very willing to take Zhang Dongguan as a standard, Zhao Hao couldn't help but say helplessly:

"Don't be anxious. Listening to both sides means being clear, listening to the side means being dark. After hearing what the father is the best at being an official, he has to listen to what the person who is the best at being an official said."

"Uh, you mean..." Mr. Zhao looked at Zhao Hao and couldn't figure out who it was for a long time.

"Haha..." Zhao Hao smiled helplessly, turned to look at the Qinhuai River, which was more powdery in the oars and lights.

I thought that after my father passed the Jinshi, his parental mission would be over.

Who knows that he has to worry about teaching him to be an official?

Alas, it’s so pitiful to the hearts of parents all over the world, the tears of the candles dried up...

I can't finish my heart!

The next day, the rain continued to fall.

The water levels of Qinhuai River and Xuanwu Lake are much higher, and the water surface is almost flush with the bluestone pavement by the lake.

A small, gray-bearded little old man, with an umbrella in his hand, a pair of wooden clogs under his feet, and a pair of black-faced boots hanging on his shoulders, walking calmly on the bluestone street in the rain.

Not Zhao Hao's old neighbor, who is Hai Ruihai Gangfeng?

There was an old man with all-white hair behind him, so he was naturally the only designated by Hai Rui. He was all-around and all-weather old servant Hai'an.

Hai'an also carried an umbrella and carried a bamboo basket covered with oil paper, and followed silently.

The bamboo basket was filled with Hai Rui's official robe, black gauze hat and plain gold belt.

If it were normal, even Lord Hai's official boots would be put into the basket. Maybe it was raining today and he carried it on his shoulders.

Don't get me wrong. Although Hai Gong is so yang, he has no habit of running naked.

He just changed his official uniform before leaving the yamen, put on his kudzu robe and cloth shoes, and then walked home from Bali.

Why is it so troublesome?

Lord Hai didn't want to do this either. At first, he also wanted to go home in his official robe like he did in Beijing.

Unfortunately, the fourth-rank official's blush robe is so eye-catching that it will attract onlookers wherever he goes.

Especially after knowing that he was the famous Hai Rui, the common people waited for him to get off work at Baihu Bridge, and then followed him home all the way.

Fans are not just trying to harass their idol, they just want to see him...

Although Hai Gong is not afraid of the eyes of others, he is also afraid of breaking the hard-won peaceful life of his family.

He changed to casual clothes and changed his route home...

What, can you sit in a sedan chair? Be bold and do you know if you are arrogant?!

The "Ming Dynasty Collection" stipulates that except for the official seal officials of prefectures, prefectures and counties, because they represent the majesty of imperial power in the local area, the government provides sedan chairmen, ceremonial guards and guards. Only third-rank civil officials are qualified to sit in sedan chairs, and those below the third-rank cannot sit in sedan chairs.

Therefore, there is a saying in the officialdom that "carrying a sedan chair and thanking him for his gratitude and riding a horse to take office"... It means that when an official is promoted from Guanglu, the Taipuqing is promoted to the Chief Censor, although it is actually promoted, the official position will be demoted from the third rank to the fourth rank.

At this time, he lost the qualification to sit in a sedan chair and had to ride a horse to report to the Censorate.

Of course, by this year, all rules have been abolished. There are not too many seventh-rank Beijing officials who are going to and from work at their own expense, and the censors never care about it... because they are one of them.

Not to mention that Hai Rui is now a fourth-rank official and a serious senior official in the court. The Nanjing Tongzhengsi wanted to give him a sedan chair, and it was for public expenses.

Unfortunately, Hai Rui scolded him, and no one dared to mention this again.

"I have legs, so I will not treat people as animals!" said the old Neo-Confucian scholar Hai Gong.

Hai Rui and Hai'an each held their own umbrellas and walked to the end of Qingshi Street.

There was a small courtyard with two closed doors, and the sound of the drizzle could not stop the spinning wheel inside.

Pushing open the empty courtyard gate, an old lady with white hair, with a middle-aged woman and another younger woman, was sitting on a low stool in the hall.

Two little girls, five or six years old, squatted beside the spinning wheel, helping the adults, and occasionally sneaked into the door.

"Dad is back!"

Seeing the door open, the two little girls cheered, left their work behind and ran towards their father.

"Slowly..." Hai Rui hurriedly stopped and said, "He is holding an umbrella!"

But the child didn't care about this and jumped into his arms.

Hai Rui had no choice but to throw away the umbrella, catch one with one hand, and smiled bitterly: "Oh, Daddy's waist..."

As he said that, he hurriedly walked under the eaves with his child in his arms, took off his clogs, and then went in and kowtowed respectfully.

"Mother, my son is back."

The old lady who spinned had high cheekbones and deep wrinkles, and she looked like she was not a good match when she was young.

But the elderly in their 80s finally reunited their family, so what temper can they have left? She said lightly: "I'm back so early?"

"Go back to my mother, there will be guests tonight." Hai Rui hurriedly replied respectfully.
Chapter completed!