The Jiajing dynasty has officially become the past, and the Longqing dynasty has begun. The new emperor ascended the throne and the Lantern Festival. The nobles and wealthy businessmen set up lantern markets. Men and women can hear laughter everywhere. The Beijing is filled with a peaceful atmosphere.

"Second brother." The three or two servants, the servants came over to protect Lin Feng and his wife. The younger sister was already a wife and had not yet gotten rid of the girl's habits. She waved from afar.

Lin Feng looked around vigilantly behind and protected his wife forward. Obviously... Wang and Xiaoqi taught the secret of husband-taught.

"Second uncle." Lin Jian said hello with a smile. He usually calls Brother Zhan Cai in Suiyuan.

Qian Yuan patted Lin Feng on the shoulder, "How about Mr. Shi Zhai?"

"Here you recover." Lin Feng tsk twice, looked at Qian Yuan's expression, and whispered: "I still have ambitions."

Qian Yuan grinned and said nothing. If Li Mo retired, the fragile alliance between Xu Jie and Gao Gong... I'm afraid it will be difficult to maintain until the next day!

"Second sister-in-law, I've made a reservation in front of me." The little girl hugged Xiaoqi's arm, "I've paid the money this time and I've made a lot of money today!"

"I made a lot of money today, too." Xiaoqi looked around with a smile, "Who are you playing with?"

"Mother-in-law, sister-in-law, and Zhenyao..."

"You really learn from the Wang sister." Xiao Qi laughed so happily. Wang's name was always called Qi Jiguang "Yuan Jing".

As she moved forward, Xiaoqi also accused her husband of not knowing to book a seat in advance. Qian Yuan sneered and led everyone to Xiyuan.

At the entrance of Xiyuan, a huge lamp shed made Lin Feng stunned.

It is sixteen zhang high and three hundred and sixty steps wide. The two turtle pillars in the middle are twenty-four zhang long. They are wrapped in golden dragons and a lamp is burned in their mouths. They are called two dragons holding lights. There are also Bodhisattvas riding green lions and white elephants around them. The arms can be shaken, and five water flows between their fingers, and mountain springs and waterfalls.

"Is this Aoshan?" Xiaoqi turned his head and whispered, "It's nothing strange."

Qian Yuan rolled his eyes. It was indeed nothing strange for time travelers like us, but we didn’t even see what era this was.

Those who can get to the West Garden are all dignitaries, mainly nobles. British Duke Zhang Rong and Cheng Guogong Zhu Xizhong all brought their families to enjoy the lanterns. Qian Yuan also caught a glimpse of Wang Yi, the only son of Wang Zhi, the eldest son of Jinghai.

"Zhancai is here."

"Longquan Gong, long time no see."

Qian Yuan walked all the way, and countless people greeted him. Since Xu Xungui got into the sea trade, these people have been in close contact with Suiyuan. In the first month of the year, a single Buladu visited him.

Zhu Xizhong, Duke Cheng, pulled Qian Yuan and whispered: "Qi Yuanjing may be transferred to Jimen or Liaodong general."

"So what?" Qian Yuan blinked, but he didn't expect that this guy would be so well-informed after taking over the commander of the Jinyiwei.

"Xiamen, Quanzhou!" Zhu Xizhong said with a dark face: "There were Japanese pirates attacking Quanzhou a few days ago. If Qi Yuanjing hadn't been... Zhancai, we wouldn't have lost money!"

"Whoever wants to make a deposit and ask him to come to Qian, Suiyuan accepts everything." Qian Yuan said with a smile: "Put your heart in your stomach."

Zhu Xizhong looked at Qian Yuan suspiciously. He was different from other nobles. As the commander of the Jinyiwei, he knew the movements in the court very well... He knew very well that Gao Gong and Xu Jie's hands reached the southeast, so he doubted whether Qian Yuan could maintain the power to control business.

Qian Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to Zhu Xizhong. It was rare to accompany his wife tonight. He was about to leave but saw Wang Yi and turned around and said, "Looking at Prince Jinghai, you can't let something happen to him."

"Zhancai rest assured, there are people watching him all the time. If there is anything, report it to Suiyuan immediately."

Qian Yuan nodded, greeted the British Duke and others beside him, and accompanied Xiaoqi around.

This Lantern Festival, Qian Yuan and his wife were happily shopping, but it was also this Lantern Festival. Wang Bengu, the new Zhejiang Inspector Censor who had just arrived in Hangzhou, looked ashen.

Many years ago, the Zhejiang Inspectors suffered a riot in the southeast. Wu Baipeng and Qian Yuan were successively sent out, who could not only manage logistics and government affairs, but also lead troops to the battle. These two predecessors were extremely important in the southeast. In addition, Qian Yuan set up a city to trade various behaviors, so that the Zhejiang Inspectors and the Zhejiang Governor, the Zhejiang Governor General were regarded as the three giants in the southeast attacking the Japanese.

Wang Bengu, who sent someone to Hangzhou a day in advance, thought that he would arrive at the Hangzhou Wharf by himself, which should be a situation where a hundred people would greet him... In fact, the wharf was empty.

Maybe it's because today is the Lantern Festival?

You can't just take office like this, right?

Not to mention that it was the inspector and censor appointed by the emperor, even if a county magistrate took office, it would not be like this, right?!

Standing at the bow of the boat and looking at the lantern market in the distant city, Wang Bengu gritted his teeth. He only remembered that today was the Lantern Festival, so no one came to welcome him. He completely forgot... It was the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and all the yamen were not open.

The servant who sent to report the news in advance finally appeared on the dock, with a sedan chair beside him, looking in the dark, it looked like he was taking a concubine at night.

"Master, there is no one in the Governor's Office at all. I asked the young man. The Governor inspected Jinhua Prefecture and Chuzhou Prefecture."

Wang Bengu tried hard to suppress his anger, "Even if there is no one in the governor, the governor, or the inspector, what about the prefect of Hangzhou?"

"Ma Derui, the governor of Hangzhou... is the in-laws of Duke Wei."

Wang Bengu was shocked. He knew that Duke Wei and Qian Yuan had a close relationship. After thinking about it, he asked again: "Where is the magistrate of Qiantang?"

The servant felt even more aggrieved, "There are people in Qiantang County, but that county magistrate..."

"Um?"

"The county magistrate said bluntly that the inspector censor had not heard of the post, and the magistrate needed to come out to greet him."

Wang Bengu was so angry that he laughed. Is there such a fool in the world?

Either he is really stupid or he is a hardcore Suiyuan. Wang Bengu thought about it. Anyway, Hou Ruliang hasn't come back yet, so he might as well go to Qiantang County to settle down first.

Qiantang is the core business area of ​​Hangzhou, with a huge flow of people. In addition, today's Lantern Festival, the streets are full of people, and the sedan chairs can't move as soon as they go on the street... There is a traffic jam!

Wang Bengu simply got out of the sedan chair and walked. After a while, he couldn't help but be surprised. At the intersection of the street, there was a yamen runner who was directing loudly, sweating and hoarse voice.

"This Qiantang magistrate is extraordinary." Wang Bengu commented.

But when Wang Bengu entered the county government and had just chatted with the magistrate for a few words, he felt that his previous judgment was wrong... It was indeed not a common person, he was simply a fool.

Hai Rui, the magistrate of Qiantang who looks like an old farmer, said impatiently: "The inspector and the censor should inspect all places. There is no office office and the backyard of the county government is small. Please ask Lord Wang to choose another place to settle down."

Wang Bengu didn't believe it very much. Although there was a tradition of not building a yamen in the officialdom, it refers to the front and the backyard has always been a monastery, not to mention that this is the most prosperous Hangzhou in the world.

But when Wang Bengu went to the backyard to take a look, he was speechless, there were only three rooms, and the rest of the place was leveled into fields, and all the vegetables had been planted!

Wang Bengu did not leave immediately, but sat down in front and asked his servants to pour tea. Hai Rui sat opposite him with expressionless face... He was originally the magistrate of Fuyang. In the 38th year of Jiajing, he was transferred to Changzhou County, Suzhou Prefecture, and last year he was transferred back to Hangzhou to serve as the magistrate of Qiantang County.

In fact, there is a reason for this. Tang Shunzhi admired Hai Rui very much and wanted to transfer him to Ningbo to serve as Tongzhi or Tongzong, but Qian Yuan, who was far away in Beijing, really didn't dare to use this person.

"Oh, it turns out that brother is Haibijia." Wang Bengu took out the name Hai Rui from his memory. After suddenly realizing it, he could immediately understand why Hai Rui refused to come out to welcome him. This was not Hai Rui's first time.

Hai Rui didn't care. He sat there without saying a word while drinking the tasteless tea.

Wang Bengu was a little embarrassed and racked his brains to find a topic, "Ruxian has been working in Zhejiang for a long time, can he know Qian Zhancai?"

Hai Rui was too lazy to speak and just nodded.

"The southeast has set up a city to trade, and money comes rolling in, which is worthy of the 'money'."

Facing Wang Bengu's temptation, Hai Rui looked straight at him and said loudly: "In Xia Qiongzhou people, I have long heard that the southeast is a place where literati and poets gather. Now what we say here is not poetry, essays, only A Du things are left."

Wang Bengu was happy. It seemed that not everyone in Zhejiang's officialdom had a good impression of Zhenhai. "The Southeast Tax Bank entered Beijing and was useful to the state, but it is said that Ningbo Prefecture and Taizhou Prefecture divided nearly 30% of the tax bank, and the rest of the prefectures and the governor's yamen did not... "

Before he finished speaking, Hai Rui's thick eyebrows were frowned like a sword, and he interrupted sternly: "Mr. Hai has no spare money except for his salary. Does the Imperial Master Wang want to humiliate Mr. Hai with this?!"

Wang Bengu was stupid. Didn’t you hate Suiyuan because you couldn’t make profits from the sea trade?
Chapter completed!