Five Hundred and Seventy-Four: Horse Plague in Northern Xinjiang (1)

The steward of Jubaozhai is indeed worthy of commendation. Not only can he complete the task perfectly, but he can also stick to his heart and not be greedy for millions of dollars. If Jiang Pengji doesn't reward him well and let him get the reward he deserves, who will do it in the future? Working for yourself?

Even if she knew that the manager of Jubaozhai could do this, it must be Gu Xin who had a back-up plan secretly, but the reward was clear and she couldn't be stingy.

Therefore, in addition to the 200,000 guan awarded to the transport caravan, she also took out an additional 20,000 guan from her private treasury and gave it to the steward.

Xu Ke has been helping Jiang Pengji manage his private treasury. He will record every expenditure and income in detail. Seeing these two expenditures, even though he is used to seeing his lord's generosity, he still can't help but be speechless... for twenty years Twenty thousand guan, this is not twenty-two guan.

Do you know what 220,000 yuan means?

He only needs to spend 10,000 guan to buy a position as county magistrate from Dongqing. If he donates 100,000 guan, he can become a county governor in name only.

This is not a big deal, so what is a big deal?

Xu Ke sighed looking at these two expenditures, and was so shocked that he even dropped his writing brush when he saw another payment coming into his account.

The annual income of the state treasury is only 90 million to 150 million guan. My lord is just a county magistrate. He illegitimately occupies the entire territory of Fengyi County and earns nearly 20 million guan in a few months... Xu Ke held back the sound for a while before suppressing the urge to scream.

For this reason, he came to the Xiangyang County Government Affairs Office in a daze, almost floating.

Feng Jin looked up and saw that Xu Ke, who had not seen him for several months, was several times thinner than in his memory. He said with concern, "Looking at Xiaoyu's appearance, I think the things to do in Maolin County are extremely heavy. If you are too tired, why not follow the master? Let’s discuss it and rest at home for two days?”

Xu Ke was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses and said, "Ke Wuyi..."

The government affairs in Maolin County were indeed very busy. At the beginning, it was so busy that the sun and the moon were dim. Xu Ke almost forgot what sleep felt like... Fortunately, he managed to survive that period. Once on the right track, let the people below handle the next things according to the regulations. Xu Ke only needs to handle some trivial chores and strengthen supervision and inspections.

Feng Jin was surprised and looked around Xu Ke.

Xu Ke was still wearing the old clothes that his aunt and Xunmei had made for him a few years ago. The old clothes that originally fit him now looked empty.

"Take more supplements and you'll lose a lot of weight."

Feng Jin has also had a lot of work in the past six months.

Logically speaking, he should be deducted two points. However, the food in the Government Affairs Office was too good, and he had a virtuous and meticulous wife to take care of him. His face was rosy, like a flower that had been carefully watered and cared for.

Xu Ke nodded, still looking absent-minded.

Before the two of them could say a word, unfamiliar footsteps came from outside the Government Affairs Office, accompanied by a tune that was out of tune. Xu Ke frowned.

Feng Jin said, "Zi Shi should be here."

Zishi?

Xu Ke was so busy in Maolin County that he occasionally had time to care about things in Xiangyang County, including Feng Zhen's role.

It is said that this person is addicted to cold food powder and behaves unruly. Based on this alone, Xu Ke's first impression of Fengzhen was below the passing line.

Xu Ke said, "Feng Zishi?"

Feng Jin nodded.

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure in a blue scholar's shirt almost floated in. There was still a slight smell of alcohol around him, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he hummed an unknown tune in his mouth. He said to Feng Jin mechanically. Good afternoon, I turned around and went to deal with my own affairs.

Xu Ke, a big living person, was completely ignored by Feng Zhen.

"Drinking?" Xu Ke was surprised.

The Lord actually indulged Feng Zhen so much and allowed him to drink while working in the Government Affairs Department?

Feng Jin let out a long sigh and said, "My lord asked Dian Yin to keep an eye on him and not allow him to take cold food powder or drink excessively. I don't know where this person hides the wine. He must be drunk every day during lunch break. It's just his government affairs." But he did a great job and made no mistakes.”

For Jiang Pengji, as long as her subordinates did not step on her bottom line, she was happy to indulge them and allow them to have their own private hobbies. Fengzhen was able to maintain half a bottle of wine a day under Dian Yin's pursuit. Without Jiang Pengji's acquiescence, Absolutely not.

Feng Jin and Xu Ke are both models of self-discipline in private life and self-discipline in work and rest. They must not be used to a guy like Feng Zhen who goes against the grain. However, Jiang Pengji didn't pursue it very much. They couldn't restrain Feng Zhen and could only watch. Not seeing is pure.

The two of them did not lower their voices deliberately, and Feng Zhen listened openly and openly.

He scoffed, mocking the two men.

Dian Yin's pursuit and interception were fierce, but there were policies from above and countermeasures from below. It was trivial to hide a few jars of wine and drink it secretly.

Not to mention, his drinking partner is still their lord Jiang Pengji. It would be strange if Dian Yin could find out.

He thought proudly, and when he lowered his head, he found two more rolled-up envelopes with attributes on the table, and the fire paint had not yet been removed.

A letter to him?

Feng Zhen opened it and saw that he was mostly drunk.

“Ouch—that’s bad!”

Feng Jin heard the movement and asked, "What happened?"

Feng Zhen pinched his chin and said, "I never knew I was such a hot commodity that everyone is vying for it."

Feng Jin and Xu Ke looked at each other in surprise. Someone wrote a letter to Feng Zhen with the intention of recruiting him?

"It's interesting to sign it with a name, Shangyangfeng Huaijie. Hey - why is the name so similar to Huaiyu?"

Looking at the time when the letter was signed, it turned out to be half a month earlier than Wei Ci. However, the geographical distance was different. He received Wei Ci's letter first.

Feng Huaijie?

Isn't that Feng Jin's younger brother Feng Jue?

Xu Ke turned his head and saw Feng Jin's expression was dark, as if he was covered with a thick layer of black paint.

"That's my brother." Feng Jin replied.

Feng Zhen looked at the letter in surprise, then at Feng Jin.

Feng Jue and Feng Jin are actually brothers?

Are you sure they are from the same mother?

Their personalities are not the same.

Compared to the somewhat unruly and rebellious Feng Jue, Feng Jin is a serious noble son of a noble family. His every move seems to be measured by a ruler. He is neither distant nor close, and he does things in a methodical manner... It's no wonder that Feng Zhen didn't associate the two of them together.

After a while, he smiled and said, "The man Huai Jie assists is ambitious, and the lord can't be under someone else. If these two fight, there will be a battle. In the future... the situation of you brothers fighting against each other is unavoidable."

Feng Jin's face darkened again.

He hates Huang Song!

I really don't know what kind of magic potion Huang Song has given Feng Jue. How can a mere descendant of an eunuch be worthy of Feng Jue's full support?

"Humph, each serves his own master. If there really comes a day like that, Jin will clean up the mess."

Feng Jin snorted lightly, and his perception of Feng Zhen was also a level lower.

Feng Zhen didn't care. His personality was not suitable for dealing with these upright gentlemen.

Opening another letter, Feng Zhen sighed, "It seems that Huang Song does have some tricks."

Feng Jin raised his eyebrows, "What's wrong?"

Feng Zhen said, "I have a good friend, you may also know him. His surname is Cheng, his name is Jing, his courtesy name is Youmo, and he is one of Mr. Yuan Jing's four disciples. Now he is in Huang Song's Zhaiyang County, and he highly praises him. He even wrote a letter to me for Huang Song... If this Huang Song has no ambition, no one will believe it! I say, should we take the initiative? To avoid endless troubles later?"