Ji Mansion

There was a plaque hanging high, with a big red door, but it was not as big as imagined. Pei Ziyun asked: "Is this Ji Mansion? Ji Mansion, who serves as the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue?"

The vendor selling candied haws smiled: "June, you came from another place and don't understand the rules of this capital."

"How do you say this?" Pei Ziyun asked with interest.

"This Beijing official, except for the title of the lord, who has a fixed mansion and the prime minister whom the emperor has given him, all other Beijing officials have to rent their houses. Why do you rent them?"

"Unless you are an old Beijinger, why don't you be an official in Beijing for a long time?"

"Not only can the capital officials not be long, but they will also be promoted. Every time they are promoted, they have to be relocated!"

"I know Mr. Ji this time. I rented four houses in Chunshu Hutong, then went to the small courtyard of Guozixiang, and then moved to Mianhua Hutong. Now I have moved here, and there are twenty-eight houses and a garden."

"There is a big official position, a large population, and a high sport. How can I not move? So buying is not a good deal. If I don't move, I will never be promoted in my life."

Pei Ziyun listened with relish and praised: "I have some advice. I'll give you no more. When I come out, you will lead me the way, and you will be rewarded!"

As he said that, he lost a piece of silver. The vendor selling candied haws was so vicious. It was obviously a cut-out silver. Ze Weibai knew it was a top-class official silver, one or two, and he quickly smiled: "Okay, my son just go in."

Pei Ziyun went up to knock on the door. A servant opened the door and Pei Ziyun handed the letter.

Before leaving, the Governor-General explained that Ji Shilang of the Ministry of Revenue was his cousin. Although he had made more than one statement, the two of them were of the same age and often played together when they were young, and they had a good relationship. Ji Benhan's identity was helpful to this matter and could be found.

However, originally, these things should be the main focus of Liaoge. At this time, Liaoge was killed and wanted to find them himself.

After a while, the servant came out of the room and led Pei Ziyun through the corridor to a courtyard. Then he stopped and bowed: "The master is waiting in the courtyard."

Pei Ziyun was secretly shocked. The Ji Mansion seemed to be incredible. It was pretty good inside. After crossing the moon gate and entering the courtyard, he saw a white-faced and slightly bearded sitting by the stone table under the rattan trellis in the courtyard, with a slightly fat middle-aged man in a brocade robe, looking at a wild flower in the wall to taste tea. It must be Ji Benhan.

Pei Ziyun stepped forward and saluted: "People Pei Ziyun, pay homage to Lord Ji."

This man arranged the residence in a pastoral atmosphere and made a vine stand in the yard. The vines on it were half green and not yellow, with a drooping head and a complex pattern carved from the stone table. Listening to Pei Ziyun's words, Ji Benhan took back the red flowers in his eyes and held the cup in his hand, as if he had discovered that someone had entered the yard at this time.

Minister Ji slowly put down the teacup and looked at Pei Ziyun with kindness: "Oh, are you the one who holds my brother's letter? Since my brother recommended it, you are your own person, so there is no need to be too polite."

Pei Ziyun said, "Thank you, sir."

After saying that, he took out something from his sleeve and presented it with both hands: "The official document is here, please read it."

Minister Ji stretched out his hand and looked at it casually, saying, "It turned out that it was Song Yundao's request for a seal. This matter is not big or small. My brother recommends you to come, so I naturally like you and... Hey, why are you the only one? Where is the difference?"

Mr. Ji was stunned and asked, "Of course there are tolerances when dealing with official documents. Although the juren is half his own, he is not in accordance with the rules, and it states that there is a positive difference."

Pei Ziyun was slightly depressed and smiled bitterly: "Sir, let's not hide it from it. We were all four of us, but we didn't expect to encounter a group of crazy and ill-fated men on the way, and they openly attacked the imperial officials. The commander of Lord Liaoge and the two soldiers were unfortunately killed. Only the students escaped by chance. I believe that the prefecture will present the official document soon.

Pei Zi said, just sighing secretly, not wanting to leak the secret at once, and this journey to the capital turned into a journey of killing.

Mr. Ji showed surprise and put down his cup: "What happened?"

Pei Ziyun sighed: "It's true."

Minister Ji's face sank, and he slapped the table and was furious: "These thieves, Ju dares to assault the officials."

"Pei Ziyun, Pei Ziyun..." Ji Benhan read it softly several times, and suddenly remembered something, "Are you the Pei Ziyun who wrote "About Wine" and Pei Jieyuan?"

Pei Ziyun listened to this and bowed: "It's the student."

When he heard this, Ji Shilang Shen changed and said with a smile: "It turns out that you are Pei Ziyun. When I saw you just now, I felt that you are extraordinary and you are more handsome than to see you."

Minister Ji looked at Pei Ziyun and admired her very much. Pei Ziyun was originally thin, but now she is handsome. She is indeed not an ordinary person.

The assistant minister was a little enthusiastic, and Pei Ziyun also bowed: "The adults are proud of it, but the students are ashamed."

Mr. Ji raised his hand and patted the official document on the table: "Since you have arrived here first, I will just hand it over to the Ministry of Rites on your behalf. It will be faster than you can pass it on. What do you think?"

Pei Ziyun showed joy on his face: "This is a mercy, thank you sir."

Ji Benhan said again: "I have read this official letter. There is no problem. But you must understand that even if there is a recommendation from the governor, whether you can enthrone the True Lord depends on the meaning of the priest. That's it..."

Looking at Mr. Ji's expression, Pei Ziyun was stunned for a moment, hesitated, and asked, "Please give me some advice."

Mr. Ji smiled, took the cup, took a sip and said, "The eldest princess and the current emperor are a mother, siblings. Your Majesty has always respected her like a mother, but the eldest princess is a precious golden branch and jade leaf. It is not easy to ask her to open a golden mouth."

Mr. Ji took the word "jin" very seriously. When he talked about this, Pei Ziyun didn't understand, so he stepped forward to salute: "Thank you, my students have received the teachings, and I hope you can recommend it to you in the future."

Mr. Ji smiled and said, "This is natural."

Seeing Mr. Ji’s statement, Pei Ziyun retreated.

After leaving the house, the hawker selling candied haws led the way and headed to an inn.

People came and went along the way, carriages and vendors, carrying loads, driving ox carts, and driving donkeys. They walked slowly or in a breeze to a certain door. When they shouted, a servant came out and took the goods.

Soon he was looking for an inn on the street, and the vendor selling candied haws said: "This is the old Shen family store, which is always clean and comfortable."

The price is a bit expensive, but Pei Ziyun didn't care. After entering the room, he asked some questions about the vendor selling candied haws before he understood.

It is not easy for Beijing officials to live in the same way as the people. At least it has to be a bit of a show, so the rent is very expensive. It takes 20 taels of silver for the whole year, and some cost 80 taels, which basically accounts for half of the salary of Beijing officials.

It is said that corruption must be given power. In the three years, the Qing magistrate had 100,000 snowflake silver, which was given power in the local area. Most of the Beijing officials did not have this power and were somewhat filial. However, according to the vendors selling candied haws, some officials reached the fifth rank, and in order to maintain their decentness, they had to buy seven boxes of official uniforms, but the crown beads they wore were fake.

After withdrawing the money and giving the reward, Pei Ziyun thought about it. It seemed that whether the minister or the eldest princess would pay tribute to him or her.

This is amazing. At first, the money cannot be handled, because it is a question of qualifications. No matter how much money it is, it is not enough. But now that the system threshold has passed, it is a problem of money at this point.

How can I get a large sum of money? I feel a little silent when I take the nine hundred silver notes I have brought.

Pei Ziyun never felt that money was insufficient, and he did not gamble, prostitute, or pursue meaningless pomp. This nine hundred taels of silver could make him extravagant for several years.

But now I have to get a lot of money.

Doing business? No, you only have a few hundred capitals, and you can’t even get thousands or tens of thousands. Even if you have one, you may be targeted in a short time, and there will be endless troubles.

He just sighed and didn't know what to do. Should he be a gentleman on the sidelines? Pei Ziyun was thinking, and hesitating when he heard a knock on the door.

"Young Master is here? You ordered all the dishes and I've served them to you." Pei Ziyun heard the guy's words and went out. The guy put the dishes one by one on the table. There was a plate of golden crispy cakes on it, and asked, "I don't remember ordering this dish."

The guy smiled and said, "Young Master, this is not just the Chinese New Year. Our shopkeeper ordered the kitchen to make this golden puff pastry and give it to every guest in the inn. I also wish all tenants a prosperous and prosperous year."

Listening to this guy talking about gold, he had memories like an electric shock. In the original owner's memory, there were many treasures, which were later acquired and widely circulated.

Pei Ziyun had an idea and smiled: "No, not bad, this is a reward for you. I'll give you a good word. You can be diligent in the future!"

Pei Ziyun said and threw out a tael of silver.

Seeing the money, the guy laughed happily and said, "Young Master, thank you. You must pass the Jinshi exam this year. You will be rich and auspicious, have a lot of wealth and advance step by step."

"Also, if you have anything, you can ask the villain just to know the details better than the one who sells candied haws."

Listening to the guy's words, Pei Ziyun was also happy: "You go down, this matter ends here."

This guy went out and Pei Ziyun carefully searched for the memory. In addition to the last time, the original owner actually had a lot of memories that could get money. However, this society is not a society of wealth. Only when you have an identity can you have money. Without an identity, money will not only not be able to understand the gods, but also urge you to die.

As Pei Ziyun's identity, his family has a thousand acres and tens of thousands of taels of silver reach the maximum. If he has more than one, he will not be able to suppress the disaster. For this reason, Pei Ziyun has never thought about this.

At this time, I searched for the past one by one, and I felt regretful.

"Maybe it's far away, it's too late to travel thousands of miles."

"It may be close to you, but it is also very troublesome. The biggest sum was the gold sinking in the previous dynasty. It is said that 500,000 taels of gold were cast into gold bars, but it had to be salvaged by boat. It is too late now, and it is also very eye-catching."

"Anyway, the original owner remembered that someone went to Beijing to take the exam and rented a house. He dug out a hidden gold, which was tens of thousands of taels. Later, the news leaked and he had a lawsuit with the owner of the house."
Chapter completed!