Chapter 504 Chu Qing

Hearing the barking of dogs, Han Jiang put down the book in his hand and listened with his ears.

Xiaoxi and Xiaolu put down their work, looked at the direction of the window, and showed a hint of worry on their faces.

After a while, the dog barking slowly stopped.

Xiao Xi stroked his chest and said with some anxiety: "Miss, it's been several nights, and I'm so frightened to hear it. After all, it's not as good as the south side, and it's not familiar with the place. Should I go out and avoid it?"

"Yes, girl, I think it's wrong. I'd better find a place to avoid it. If something goes wrong, there will be no place to take the medicine for regret." Xiao Lu also agreed.

Before Han Jiang could speak, he heard the sound of lights bursting, and the room suddenly turned dark.

Speaking of which, the fact that dogs barking at midnight is not the first encounter for Han Jiangshi, nor is it unfamiliar with it.

When I was in Jiangning, there were people from the Han family and Jiang family who were thinking about money houses, but they were too soft and wanted to be tough.

Although Han Jiang was not old, he was not afraid. First, he was tight in his doors and had many guards, and he was at a loss. Second, his neighbors were enthusiastic and had some movements and half of the streets were out.

After arriving in the capital, she was not as brave as before.

Daoxiang Village is under the name of the princess, and some people dare to throw arsenic directly and regard their lives as a joke. In the house here, the dog barked several times, but the neighbors were closed, fearing that they would be implicated.

Everyone cleans up the snow in front of the door, and cares about the frost on others.

The richer the capital, the colder the human relationship is.

Although he felt a little worried, Han Jiang did not show his face and said to the two maids: "No, there is Manager Zheng in front of him to guard the house."

The "Manager Zheng" she mentioned is Zheng Hu of Cao's Mansion.

At this moment, Zheng Hu was sitting in the side hall in the front yard. He had a midnight snack with Ren Shuyong. Two bowls of hot dumplings were soaked.

Hearing the barking of dogs, Ren Shuyong put down the bowl of glutinous rice balls in his hand and looked at Zheng Hu and said, "Master Zheng, someone is here again. Do you want the boys to be alert?"

Zheng Hu shook his head and said, "No, stealing rain or not snow. It's just stepping on the plate. Even if you want to make a little noise, you have to wait for the snow to melt in two days."

Ren Shuyong was still a little worried, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Zheng, besides night, should you also pay attention during the day? Look at the more people wandering outside the door these two days than before."

Zheng Hu nodded and said, "Brother Ren is right. Although there are a few guards in the Jiang family who look strong, they are not outstanding. In addition, they are all from the south. If they really encounter some situations, they may not be able to deal with them. Tomorrow, I will go back to the house and tell the uncle that if they are adding some staff here..."

Cao Family East Prefecture, East Testing Institute.

"Ah...this...master..." Looking at the bright red blood rafters behind her husband, Jinghui was surprised and couldn't speak, only feeling heartbroken. In a hurry, tears had already come out.

"Hehe, I won't let you see it. You're just looking at it. You don't wait for the golden beans to be lost. My skin is thick and thick. These are really not a problem, and they don't hurt at all, really." Cao Song smiled and comforted.

Seeing his face turned pale and his forehead was covered in cold sweat, it didn’t seem to hurt?

Looking at the blood rafters as thick as his fingers, Jinghui hurriedly went to the floor and went to Duobao Grid to get a bottle of ointment.

In this mansion, there is no one else who can beat Cao Song, but only his mother-in-law Zhao Jia. But he is his biological son, how can he bear to take such a ruthless move?

Even though Jinghui has a good temper, she was a little dissatisfied with her mother-in-law when she saw her husband being beaten like this.

"How could it make my mother-in-law so angry? But it's inappropriate to separate the family?" Jinghui thought for a moment and asked.

Hearing the word "dividing family", Cao Song's smile froze, and sighed with a little melancholy, saying, "There is nothing wrong. Let's live a good life in the future... If my mother has something annoying in the future, or says something ugly, you can also look at my affection and not care about it."

Jinghui sat next to Cao Song, picked some medicine and brought it to Cao Song.

After hearing what Cao Song said, Jinghui whispered: "Don't worry, I still know the word "respectful". Naturally, I will respect and be filial to the wife and will not be a disobedient wife."

Cao Song lay on the kang and murmured, "Whether you are obedient or filial, you don't want to be wronged. If you have any grievances, just tell me...I..."

What can he do? As my brother once said, no matter what his mother is, he is his biological mother and can only bear it.

Thinking of this, he felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed into his chest, which made people unable to breathe.

He fell on the bed weakly, his eyes sore and unstoppable that he wanted to shout.

"Master..." Jinghui looked at him with some concern and asked with a little concern.

Cao Song was discouraged and felt that he could not vent his turbid breath. Seeing his wife's pink face approaching, he pulled Jinghui and turned over and pressed her under him.

"Master..." Jinghui was stunned by Cao Song's actions.

Cao Song had moved his hands together, pulled Jinghui's front, leaned down, and kissed her hard around her neck.

The lights were not out and the bedding was not yet spread, Jinghui's face was flushed, and she wanted to persuade her husband to get up first.

Cao Song's voice seemed to be a little sad, and Jinghui felt that his neck was wet and hot.

She sighed in her heart, swallowed the words of persuasion, reached out and gently put her husband on the waist, and responded to him gently...

The next day, the snow was clear. Cao Yong had breakfast and went out with his father. After passing the Xidan Archway, he separated and went to the yamen.

The New Year holiday started with the "seal" before the New Year, and today it was the first time that the yamen was opened in the New Year.

When I arrived at the yamen, I saw the officials from the ground. Although I had seen them during the first party in the first day of the lunar calendar, I still had to greet Cao Yong.

Although it has been a year, the people in the yamen don’t look different from last year.

Wang Jingzeng was still walking in a square step, speaking slowly, and still liked to look at people quietly; no matter when Yiduli met, he always looked like a smile, as if there were happy events every day; Tang Zhiyu often held the official document in his hand, like an old ox.

Cao Yong, who was doing his own job well, did his best.

The more you are the chief officer, the heavier the responsibility you take. If you do your job well and make no mistakes, he will feel at ease.

After all, he was always afraid and felt insecure.

A big man, if you want to say that he is insecure, it sounds a bit unreasonable, but it is the truth.

The Beijing officials are light and they want to make up for each lack of several officials. There are fewer people in life, and there are many people. The vague past is the most labor-saving thing. However, there are not many things that are exhausted.

Especially for local officials like Cao Yong, they are different from those below who are responsible for their duties.

If a lieutenant encounters something, there is a lieutenant who is on the top. There is a lieutenant who is taking the blame below. He is more tactful in his work and is very easy to get out of it. However, the lieutenant is the easiest way to get the censor to target him.

Things can also cause a lot of controversy.

Especially the young powerful and powerful like Cao Yong, who was even more "fat" as the censor said.

If they can find an opportunity to impeach, those people will not worry about the so-called royal confidants. What they pursue is the "beautiful reputation" of "not fearing power".

Although Cao Yong is not a person who loves fiction, he is unwilling to be caught with a braid. There are any hidden dangers left. In addition, he is also a responsible person and regards being an official as a serious job, so he is also a conscientious person.

It was noon, Cao Yong finished the copywriting on his hand, touched his sore wrist, stood up and walked for two steps, walked to the door, and looked out.

Although it took only half a day, due to the good weather, the snow on the ground had gradually melted and some water stains appeared on the ground.

In the 54th year of Kangxi, what would happen to the Eighth Prince? Is there any movement in Junggar? When did the General Wang Shifour Prince become famous?

Cao Yong frowned slightly, thinking in his heart, but he didn't know it.

The future. The history he knew was that the 14th Prince went to war with the 4th Prince, but he was completely unaware of the details.

Cao Yin is not dead. He is not dead. The butterfly's wings have caused some changes in history.

Will these changes affect the historical process?

What if history is driven to develop in a healthy way while saving lives? It is not about thinking about the Japanese and dominating beauty, but about using the conscience of a Chinese to create some welfare for future generations.

As a man, he does not seek to be famous in the world, but only seeks to be worthy of the world.

The agricultural society, the feudal political situation, and the development of the social productivity to the current real estate products is not something that he can touch if he wants to change.

Worry, if you have saved your life, you will be like this day after day, year after year?

Cao Yong's eyes fell on the sparrows on the edge of the corridor.

Even a sparrow lives happily. In order to fill her stomach, I don’t know how many places I fly every day.

Although I have no worries about food and clothing, would I just want to be a person who is living a life of scattered food and waiting to die? Such a life is really boring.

It is said that "fullness is thought of lust", but it seems that it makes sense.

But in Cao Yong, what he thought was not "lust", but what a man thought of.

This year is the 54th year of Kangxi. I will spend the next seven years safely and survive the Yongzheng Dynasty. Do I still want to survive the Qianlong Dynasty?

It’s not that I am noble or that I don’t have the compassionate heart of Buddha to love the world, but I just don’t want to live in vain.

In addition to living, you have to pursue other things, otherwise life will be too boring.

Opium, opium... Cao Yong narrowed his eyes, and seemed to see the direction in the vastness.

At this moment, someone heard someone say, "Sir, what are you thinking about? You are so enchanting?"

But it was Yiduli's voice. Cao Yong raised his head and smiled and said, "I didn't think about anything. I felt sore when I sat down, and I moved my muscles and bones."

Yiduli said, "It would be strange if you look at your desk for a while, your body is not sore. This is the snowy season, the weather is cold and cold. Sir, let's go eat the white meat pot at noon?"

Just as Cao Yong was about to nod, he saw Tang Zhiyu rushing in outside, holding official documents in his hand.

When he saw Cao Yong, Tang Zhiyu took two steps quickly and went forward and said, "Sir, please look at the official documents issued by the emperor in front of the emperor." As he said that, he leaned over and handed the document in his hand.

Cao Yong reached out to take it and opened it to see.

It turned out that Lifanyuan wrote an memorial, mentioning that the local snow in Mongolia this year was heavy. Because the court's pastures were located in Zhangjiakou, Gubeikou and Xiding Peak, all of which were located in the Mongolian territory. If the snow was a disaster, it would be a heavy blow to the pastures.

Therefore, Kangxi issued an order and ordered all places to send officials who were good at running to the post to count the deaths and injuries outside the mouth, so as not to hide them.

Although the beginning of spring is early this year, it is still in the first month of the year, and the capital is already cold enough, let alone Outer Mongolia. This errand requires speed and I can't take a walk around in a carriage.

Cao Yong looked at Tang Zhiyu, who was weak, and then at Yiduli, who was wearing a thick cotton coat in his official uniform.

Yiduli was the most clever one. Seeing Cao Yong’s face slightly heavy, he asked, “Sir, what’s wrong with me? This is the season…”

Cao Yong handed the official document to Yiduli. Yiduli read it, laughed twice, and said, "Sir, I won't volunteer this time. You also know that the official is the least freezing person. That time before the New Year, he had frostbite in his hands and feet, and it has not been completely cured until now."

As he said that, he handed the document to Tang Zhiyu, who had a confused look on his face and said, "What's this called? It's been a whole year, and our Taipu Temple has become a busy yamen."

Tang Zhiyu read the official document, thought for a while, and looked up and said, "Sir, why don't you go down to the official position? You have been to the official position outside the mouth, and you are familiar with it!"

Not to mention the galloping mentioned by the Holy Destiny, it is just a normal march, dozens of miles a day, and this season is not something that Tang Zhiyu, the southerner, can bear.
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