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Chapter 7 (Part 1) Guiding the way

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    "Master Feng, have you really cured Prince Pingxi?" Erlang blushed and asked Feng Xiang excitedly.  Seeing Feng Xiang nodded, Erlang didn't say anything, and regardless of whether it was on the way back to Kunming City from Wuhua Mountain, he grabbed Feng Xiang's sleeve and asked even more excitedly: "Master Feng, did you take the opportunity to ask for help?"  The prince will change the county seat for you to be the magistrate? Did the prince agree?"

    "What are you doing as a county magistrate in another county?" Feng Xiang asked a little confused.  Over there, Erlang and other unscrupulous servants immediately yelled together, "What are you doing as a county magistrate in another place? Of course, change to a richer county as the magistrate to make money!"

    "Young master, it was you who told us that Qujing was only a nominally second-class county in the Qing Dynasty. In fact, it was almost as poor as a third-class county. It was a year of bitter scrapping and swindling. If you can get four to five thousand taels of silver, you will be Amitabha!  If you can put it in a rich county, you can earn 10,000 to 20,000 taels of silver a year, and those unscrupulous people will have to give you the Wanmin Umbrella before you leave!"

    "Master Feng, you often say that your greatest wish in this life is to go to Yangzhou to become the magistrate, and then you can buy ten or eight thin Yangzhou horses and go home to enjoy! You used to read at least eight times a day, young master, why?  Forgot now?"

    "Yes, young master, you also said that if we follow you to Qujing, we can earn at most forty or fifty taels of silver by closing doors all year round. If we go to a rich county, we can get at least one or two hundred taels of silver.  Yes. Young master, you have to work hard to get promoted, and the little ones are still waiting to follow you to eat and drink hot food!"

    Erlang and other members of the Lu family were all talking, their eyes shining brightly, as if they had seen a lot of white money in front of them, Feng Xiang rolled his eyes and scolded himself  What kind of bad luck, how come such a group of unscrupulous servants, if I really want to become some local official in the future, I am afraid that within a month, my reputation will be worse than the stones in the latrine!  After rolling his eyes for a while, Feng Xiang waved his hand to interrupt the hopes of the servants for a better life for the corrupt officials and thugs, and cursed: "Don't be daydreaming here, young master, it's true that I cured the prince's illness, but the prince didn't  Why don¡¯t you ask me to change to another place to be the county magistrate, you should just wait honestly and go to Qujing with me to live a hard life.¡±

    "No way? Young master, you cured the prince's illness, but the prince didn't give you any reward?" Erlang exclaimed.  Seeing Feng Xiang nodded, Erlang immediately beat his chest and stamped his feet, "Why is the lord so stingy? In order to cure him, young master, you gave him hundreds of taels just for the sake of the door, but in the end, you cured the lord, and the lord ordered something."  Don¡¯t even reward you? One hundred taels of silver, how much land do we have to scrape in Qujing to get it back?!¡±

    "Yes! One hundred taels of silver is enough for two people to sleep in a kiln in Dali for a year!" The other servants also felt sorry.  Feng Xiang, who was in a bad mood, couldn't listen anymore. He raised the whip and whipped it wildly, cursing: "A bunch of bastards, what are they thinking in their heads? Even if you really want to follow me to the office, at least you can't  Say it publicly? Are you deliberately trying to ruin my reputation, young master?"

    "Yes, yes, little ones, stop talking, don't talk, young master, please spare me." Twenty or so servants were beaten to the ground by Feng Xiang, and ran around.  Feng Xiang was not relieved, he patted his horse and chased after him, intending to continue whipping these unscrupulous servants, headed by Xiao Erlang.  Xiao Erlang, who had been whipped twice over there, saw that Feng Xiang seemed to be in a bad mood, so he covered his face and asked cautiously: "Young Master, what's wrong with you? You seem very unhappy from your appearance? Could it be because of our  The prince heard the nonsense and scolded you?"

    "It's none of your business." Feng Xiang waved his hand impatiently, but he couldn't help thinking about what happened before.  On Mount Wuhua just now, Feng Xiang risked his beheading to point out Wu Sangui's heart disease. He originally wanted to show off his talent and sharp eyes in front of Wu Sangui, and strive to gain Wu Sangui's appreciation, and thus get close to Wu Sangui's core senior management  Opportunity, and then use Wu Sangui's army who is destined to rise up against the Qing Dynasty to realize his ambitions and ideals.  But it is a pity that when Feng Xiang's plan was about to succeed, Liu Xuanchu, Wu Sangui's most trusted counselor, stepped in and forcibly prevented Wu Sangui's second son, Wu Yingqi, from taking himself into the shogunate, and even forced Feng Xiang  Continuing to be the seventh-rank county magistrate who is as big as a sesame mung bean completely disrupted Feng Xiang's wishful thinking. It would be strange for Feng Xiang to be in a good mood.

    "If I remember correctly, Liu Xuanchu has a good reputation in history. Even Man Yi and traitors admit that if Wu Sangui adopted Liu Xuanchu's strategic choice during the San Francisco Rebellion, Wu Sangui might not have no chance of success during the San Francisco Rebellion.  "Feng Xiang became increasingly depressed.?The guests in the two rooms on the right have already been driven away by my people, and my people are still guarding the front door and rear windows, so no one else can get close.  "

    "Your junior doesn't mean that." Feng Xiang felt relieved a little, and then distinguished with a guilty conscience: "This junior is just strange, how could Mr. Liu give such an evaluation to this junior?"

    "Master Lu, you are very smart, but you are still a little too tender, so you can't hide it from me." Liu Xuanchu said calmly: "When we met for the first time at the foot of Wuhua Mountain today, the old man thought it was a bit strange that on such a hot day,  Your face is dripping with oil and sweat, why are you still wearing a melon skin hat? When you arrived at Wuhua Mountain and were about to enter the palace, the guards checked you for any hidden weapons, and took off your coat and hat during the search.  One thing is to put on the hat and then put on the clothes. The old man understood at that time-you are afraid that people will see the braids on your head, and see the ugly braids on your head that were imposed on you by the Manchu Tartars!  "

    Feng Xiang opened his mouth wide, he admired Liu Xuanchu so much, how treacherous and shrewd must he be to be able to see his political stance from such a small detail?  Liu Xuanchu glanced at Feng Xiang again, and said with a smile: "Master Lu, you still have an even bigger flaw! In the west wing of Lie Cuixuan, the old man deliberately called Emperor Kangxi of the Tartars Kangxi's little pockmark, what a rebellious remark.  Ah? As an imperial court official, not only did you not lose your face in shock, you didn¡¯t even blink your eyes¡ªMaster Lu, is this the behavior that a lackey of the Tartar court should behave?¡± (Remember this site¡¯s website: www.  hlnovel.com
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