News of Shuzhou as a pilot reform of the new policy was not spread after the court meeting.

Because Zhao Yan issued a ban order.

He didn't want the folk scholars and scholars to panic because they heard some incomplete information.

And at this moment, in Wen Xiang Mansion.

A young man in a brocade robe was sitting in a pavilion, looking at the sky with a silly smile.

He held a document of inauguration in his hand, and his official position was Xiao Zijie, the governor of Shantai Prefecture, Shuzhou.

Tomorrow, he will go to Shuzhou to take office!

After receiving the document, Xiao Zijie had been giggling for almost an hour.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Xiao Zijie is today. It's really God's favor. I want to write another poem!"

Xiao Zijie's dream since childhood was to take his father as an example, get fame and fortune, and become an official in the court.

But his talent was too mediocre. He had not even passed the exam for a scholar so far, and he had once given up his dream.

I never thought that I suddenly became the prefect.

You should know that the prefect is a fifth-rank official. Even those preparatory officials who have passed the Jinshi fame will find it difficult to become a prefect without more than five years of experience.

Xiao Zijie followed his father's appearance and began to take eight steps, with a stern look on his face, and walked staggeringly.

At this moment, Wen Xiang Xiao Jingye returned.

Xiao Zijie hurriedly ran towards Xiao Jingye with the document. After walking to Xiao Jingye, he suddenly bowed to each other by officials, and then said with a smile: "Sir Xiao Zijie, please see Xiao Xiangye!"

Xiao Jingye was immediately angry when he heard Xiao Zijie calling him this.

The tiger glared, then picked up a stick beside him and hit Xiao Zijie.

"You rebellious son, you have become an official voice before you take office. I will not beat you to death!"

After saying that, the father and son started chasing in the courtyard.

The servants on the side are already used to it. At least three days a month, it is the day when Mr. Xiao was beaten.

Half an hour later, Xiao Jingye beat Xiao Zijie up a few sticks and then pulled him to the Xiao Family Ancestral Hall.

"Sad son, kneel down!" Xiao Jingye said sternly.

Xiao Zijie looked aggrieved and had to kneel in front of the tablet of the ancestors of the Xiao family, and whispered in a low voice: "I am a prefect now, and you can't hit me like you used to!"

Xiao Jingye just heard this.

Bang!

Xiao Jingye stretched out his leg and kicked Xiao Zijie in the butt.

"Don't say that you became the prefect and you became the prime minister, I can beat you too!" Xiao Jingye said with his eyes wide open.

Xiao Zijie rubbed his butt that was almost cocooned, and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Jingye lit three incense sticks in front of the Xiao family tablet and inserted it into it.

Then, he knelt in front of the tablet.

"The ancestors of the Xiao family are here, thanks to His Majesty's kindness, my son Jie is fortunate to serve as the magistrate of Shantai Prefecture, Shuzhou. I wish to bless my son as an official and turn bad luck into good luck..."

Xiao Jingye spoke to the tablet for a quarter of an hour with a serious face.

The more Xiao Zijie heard it, the more he became, the more he was wrong. He always felt that he was not going to be an official, but to go to the front line of the battlefield.

Last time, when he went to attack Beimeng, Xiao Jingye didn't have so many words of blessing and blessing.

"Dad, I'm not going to fight, is it necessary to be so solemn?" Xiao Zijie said with a lip.

Xiao Jingye turned around and glared at Xiao Zijie, and said coldly: "The significance of this new policy reform in Shuzhou to our Great Zhou is no less than defeating Beimeng. When you are the prefect, you must show your spirit of being a father and turn Shantai Prefecture into the best prefecture in Shuzhou. If the new policy fails, you will lose not only your face, but also your father and the faces of our ancestors and ancestors of the Xiao family. Do you understand?"

Xiao Zijie nodded seriously. He was quite clear about the direction and importance of this new policy.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Jingye added: "For my father, I will give you two more points. First, you and Kong Ze are both prefects, and you must support each other. In addition to supporting, you must achieve better political achievements than Kong Ze, because you are better than him!"

"Secondly, in Shuzhou, if you can write poems, don't write poems. Even if you write them, don't show them to others, so as not to make a laugh!"

"I understand, dad!" Xiao Zijie nodded depressedly. He always felt that he had not become a particularly famous poet in the Zhou Dynasty. It was his father who strangled his progress.

At the same time, in the Confucius Mansion.

Kong Moshan and his son Kong Ze hugged each other's shoulders, almost drunk.

Kong Moshan held a wine pot and said dizzyly: "Son, your father and Xiao Jingye are the same Jinshi. I have been competing in the court for a lifetime. Although he is a literary figure, your father is not considered a loss. If you go to be the prefect, you must not let his son ride on your head, do you know?"

"But you two should also support each other, just like Xiao Jingye."

Kong Ze said in Kong Moshan's ear: "Dad, don't worry, my son is better than Xiao Zijie. When you go to Shuzhou, you will definitely be able to complete the tasks assigned by Your Majesty."

"Good son, good... Son, as Your Majesty said, my son also has the attitude of worshipping the prime minister!"

Early the next morning, outside Changdan City.

Pan Wenyue, Qiu Tong, Xiao Zijie and Kong Ze each brought their families with their families, and put on a few carriages in their tributes and prepared to go to Shuzhou to take office.

Just as Xiao Jingye and Kong Moshan were saying goodbye, Zhao Yan and Heiwa also came.

Everyone was about to kneel down, Zhao Yan smiled and waved his hand, signaling to avoid the gift, and then said, "Four, what will my future in Dazhou become depends on you!"

"I must devote myself to my whole life until I die!" Pan Wenyue said with his hands on behalf of the four of them.

"Pan Aiqing, I don't want you to die before you die. I hope you can all be famous in history!" Zhao Yan said with a smile.

"I must leave my name in history!" Pan Wenyue said excitedly.

Zhao Yan turned around and looked at Qiu Tong and said, "Qiu Aiqing, your son Qiu Mu will be taken care of by me, don't worry."

Qiu Tong bowed slightly to Zhao Yan and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Then, Zhao Yan looked at Kong Ze and Xiao Zijie who were closest to him. He patted them on the shoulders and said with a smile: "Kong Ze, when you are away, don't eat too much. Your weight affects government affairs."

Kong Ze rubbed his stomach and said, "Don't worry, your Majesty, when I return, I will be a handsome young man."

Xiao Zijie, who was standing beside him, opened his mouth and quickly closed it, with an anxious expression of desire to show respect.

Zhao Yan asked in confusion: "Xiao Zijie, are you in a hurry to show respect, your expression is so anxious."

Xiao Zijie thought for a while, and said, "Report to Your Majesty, I am going to Shuzhou soon. I want to recite a poem to give to my father, but... I am afraid that my father will beat me!"

Xiao Jingye, who was standing by, was a little amused when he heard this. His son had true love for poetry, but he just didn't have any talent.
Chapter completed!