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Chapter 2 Lu Yifeng

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    Lu Yifeng, twenty-five years old, a native of Dali Prefecture, Yunnan Province, has been engaged in business for generations. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, he basically monopolized the jade and medicinal material business in Dali Prefecture.  A business was severely damaged, a large number of shops were looted during the war, and the business plummeted. Although Lu Yifeng's dead ghost father transferred a large amount of property in time, he still couldn't accept the blow of dozens of shops being looted by the rebels in turn.  In addition, part of the family property that was too late to be transferred was also extorted by the local officials appointed by the Manchu Qing. Father Lu became ill and died in the 17th year of Shunzhi in the Qing Dynasty.  Before he died, Lu's father left a prophecy to his only son Lu Yifeng, who was only 16 years old at the time, "Stop doing business, and become an official. Only when you become an official will you have a good life! Otherwise, no matter how big the business is, you will end up with the same.  The fat sheep slaughtered by officials."

    Not to mention, Lu Yifeng, who was pampered and spoiled since he was a child, really listened to his father. After burying his father, he picked up the books in accordance with his last words, studied and studied to prepare for the exam, but Lu Yifeng's talent is too mediocre.  It took three years to pass the exam, and even the exam for a scholar failed for five years. In the end, because of the lack of students who took the exam, the examiner was lucky enough to pick it up from the waste papers to make up the number, and became a mite.  .  During this period, Lu Yifeng's mother passed away unfortunately, and his betrothed fiancee also died of illness before marriage. Lu Yifeng became a lone star of the gods.  But fortunately, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse. Relying on the gold, silver and jewels that his father moved quickly to save, Lu Yifeng is still quite well-off financially. At the same time, with the growth of age and experience, Lu Yifeng gradually understands  In order to become an official, you don't necessarily have to rely on the principles of the right path of the imperial examination, and he understands that he is really not a material for studying, so Lu Yifeng made up his mind to send five thousand taels of silver to Wu Sanguici, the king of Pingxi, through the connections left by his father.  In the hands of his son Wu Yingqi, he finally bought a real shortage of the magistrate of Qujing County in Yunnan, and became a glorious member of hundreds of Western election officials in this era!

    There are unpredictable things in the sky, and people have misfortunes and blessings. When Lu Yifeng came to Kunming City from Dali Mansion with 20 or 30 family members satisfied, and was about to see Wu Sangui take up his post and go to Qujing County to smash the bone, suck the marrow and scrape the land.  In front of the door, the horse Lu Yifeng was riding was frightened and ran wildly. Unfortunately, Lu Yifeng fell into a coma.  The young cynic of the century, Feng Xiang.

    I stayed in the best Gaopeng Hotel in Kunming City for two days. Feng Xiang, oh, should be called Lu Yifeng now. The new Lu Yifeng gradually got rid of the sequelae of headaches caused by falling from the horse, and gradually found the old man in his mind.  The memory left by Lu Yifeng has grasped the various situations of the old Lu Yifeng's family and the words and deeds of this era, and finally officially integrated into the role of Lu Yifeng.  On the twelfth day of the ninth month, Lu Yifeng, who made up his mind to become the magistrate of Qujing County first, brought Erlang and other 20 or 30 servants to the foot of Wuhua Mountain where Prince Pingxi's mansion is located, and prepared to select officials according to the requirements of the West.  Rules first went to meet Wu Sangui, listened to Wu Sangui's instructions, then went to the capital to meet the braided braids who ate bran and drank pockmarked pockmarks, and finally returned to Qujing, Yunnan Province to officially take office.

    Mount Wuhua is located in the northern suburbs of Kunming. The building on the top of the mountain was originally the Imperial Palace of Emperor Yongli of the former Ming Dynasty. After Wu Sangui took over Yunnan, he took it over unceremoniously. After repairs and reconstructions, it became Wu Sangui's Pingxi Palace.  A great place with a beautiful view.  But it is a pity that this is not the 21st century, and you can go up to Wuhua Mountain for a tour with a few tickets for a small amount of money, so after arriving at the foot of Wuhua Mountain, Feng Xiang can only dismount according to the rules and report to Wu Sangui, who is guarding the foot of the mountain.  The general of the army submitted an official document, requesting Wu Sangui to be interviewed.

    After waiting for nearly an hour under the scorching sun at the foot of the mountain, a messenger finally came down from Wuhua Mountain, and shouted impatiently: "That is Lu Yifeng, the magistrate of Qujing County, Yunnan? Come out!"  , Feng Xiang, who was about to get oily from the sun, hurried forward and replied: "General, the next official is Lu Yifeng."

    "Prince Pingxi is not free, you can go back, and come to kowtow again another day." The messenger didn't even bother to look at Feng Xiang, and just waved away impatiently - there is no way, let alone Feng Xiang is just an unofficial person.  Even if Feng Xiang has become the county magistrate of Qujing, he will not get any good looks here. After all, the county magistrate is just a seventh-rank official who is as big as a sesame seed and mung bean.  And although Feng Xiang was not in a hurry to meet the notorious traitor Wu Sangui, but in order to avoid going wrong, Feng Xiang still asked in a low voice: "Dare to ask the general, I don't know if Prince Pingxi told me when will the younger one come to kowtow?  "

    "The prince didn't say anything, you can figure it out yourself!" The orderly replied angrily.  Feng Xiang was not stupid, so he hurriedly asked Erlang to take out two taels of silver and stuff it into the legendary box.?: "Erlang, I'll take people back to the Gaopeng Inn first. You can take a few literate servants to Kunming City and buy a copy of the imperial palace newspapers from the last few months.  Get a copy of all the palace newspapers that are circulated in the imperial court and distributed all over the country."

    "Di Bao? Master Feng, don't you never read this thing? What are you buying it for?" Erlang asked, scratching his head.  Feng Xiang smiled and replied: "What are you doing? Of course to see what kind of illness Prince Pingxi is suffering from."

    The so-called mansion newspaper is actually an ancient newspaper. Since the Song Dynasty, businessmen have copied and printed this thing for profit. It is not difficult for Xiao Erlang to collect it with his servants. He just needs to collect all the mansion newspapers within this year.  It took some time, so it was not until the evening of that day that Xiao Erlang sent the thick stack of mansion newspapers back to the Gaopeng Inn, and Feng Xiang didn't even finish his dinner, so he immediately went into the room with the stack of mansion newspapers  Read at night with the lights on.  Seeing Feng Xiang's concentration, Erlang, who grew up in Lu's family, couldn't help sighing, "If Master Feng had worked so hard earlier, let alone a scholar, I'm afraid he would have passed the examination for Jinshi Juren."

    In the early morning of the next day, when Erlang and his servants were still sleeping on the bunk under the package, the door of the room was kicked open suddenly. Erlang struggled to sit up and took a look, but saw his own Young Master Lu rushing in with red eyes.  After entering the door, he shouted: "Get up for me, pack up your things and go to Wuhua Mountain, hurry up."

    "Master Feng, the genius just dawned, so there's no need to be in such a hurry, right?" Erlang yawned and said, "I'm sure you won't be able to see Prince Pingxi if you go so early. Let's wait until after breakfast."

    "It's okay, I will definitely see King Pingxi this time." Feng Xiang said confidently: "Isn't King Pingxi sick? I'm going today to treat him."

    "Cure? Master Feng, when did you learn how to cure?" Erlang was taken aback.  Feng Xiang smiled and replied: "I just learned it last night. Although I am not very sure, if I want to be appreciated and reused by King Pingxi, I have to gamble." (Remember this website website:  www.hlnovel.com
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