Cao Duzao squinted at the very familiar colleague of his age and replied, "I wonder if Commander Yuan, who is the most observant of etiquette, would kneel down and kowtow every time he sees the portrait of the door god."

If the two of them had not come to this small town for experience, as they were starting out in the officialdom, the county governor Yuan Zhengding would never have said a word to each other, while the supervisor Cao Gengxin would probably take the initiative to talk to Yuan Zhengding, but there was absolutely no way he could say so.

"Graceful".

Yuan Zhengding was silent for a moment, "If you don't do your job properly, will you have the nerve to go to Chi'er Street in the future?"

Cao Gengxin shook the wine bottle in his hand and said with a smile: "You walk with your face. Master Yuan's words are very funny. Next time, who in the capital will dare to say that Master Yuan's only flaw is that he is not funny enough. I am on the way

If we touch each other, we will see two big mouths."

Yuan Zhengding continued to ask: "Do you still remember Guan Yiran and Liu Xunmei? If I remember correctly, these two generals liked to hang out behind you when you were young."

Now, although the ranks of those two people are still not too high, they are on par with Yuan Zhengding and Cao Gengxin. The key is the trend of officialdom later. It seems that those two generals have broken a big bottleneck.

That is the transformation of civil and military identities.

Cao Gengxin smiled and said: "Master Yuan, since you don't know who I am, don't say anything like you think you know me."

Yuan Zhengding pretended to be surprised, "Oh? May I ask who you are?"

Cao Gengxin took a sip of wine and said, "When I am not drunk enough, I am Cao the Drunkard. When I am drunk enough, I am Cao the Great Drunkard."

Yuan Zhengding smiled and said, "It really delayed things."

Cao Gengxin shook his head and said: "I'm here to see Mr. Qi's direct students, especially to ask Brother Dong for some glutinous rice wine without credit. Lord Yuan is different. I'm here to make friends with the prince. I'm superior to you."

Judge, I am the mud of the back streets where my boots are dirty, and Mr. Yuan is the bronze mirror on the high-hanging door, high-spirited, upright, and aboveboard."

Yuan Zhengding frowned and said: "In all these years, you have only learned to talk?"

Cao Gengxin asked: "Then have you learned it?"

Yuan Zhengding said in a deep voice: "It's not child's play!"

Cao Geng held the small wine pot in his heart, clasped his fists in his hands and begged for mercy: "Master Yuan, just focus on your own ability to rise to the top, don't worry about me, a lazy guy, not making progress."

Yuan Zhengding sighed in his heart.

If you don't like this person's style, you really don't like it. But deep down in his heart, Yuan Zhengding actually still hopes that this descendant of the Cao family can be a little more focused on climbing the official career.

Of course Yuan Zhengding was mainly interested in himself.

Whether it is officialdom, literary circles, rivers and lakes, or mountains.

Things are so strange in the world. Everyone who watches the fun likes the battle between rivals who are equally matched and is willing to pay more attention to it. It would not be such a good thing if someone were to go it alone early on.

The responsibilities of the Kiln Supervisory Office are actually very large.

Yuan Zhengding was very envious.

One is to prevent thieves, and you can also catch thieves yourself.

The four surnames and ten ethnic groups in the town, Song, Zhao, Lu, Li, Chen, Shi, etc., all have supervisory powers. This yamen appears to only supervise the firing of imperial porcelain, but in fact it can control everything. Yangjiapu

, Beiyue Piyun Mountain, Linlu Academy, Longquan Jianzong, Luolu Mountain, all the Xianjia Mountains in the west of the town, the school later opened by the Chen family in Longwei River, the large and small Wenwu temples in the prefectures and counties, the Chenghuang Temple, the Iron

Various landscape gods including Fu Jiang, Chongdan, Embroidery, Yuye Sanjiang, Hongzhu Town, feudal officials, people with big surnames, innocent families, low status, even those who are cultivators, have the peace and quiet card, as long as Cao Cao

If the supervisor wants to investigate, then he can do so, but the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Rites of Dali will not and dare not hold him accountable.

It's just that Cao Duzao, who was appointed by the late emperor, seems to have no regard for what he chooses.

Yuan Zhengding was both happy and worried. What he was happy about was that his neighbors, his peers who would have been the mortal enemies of the Great Li Temple in the future, were so unlucky. What he was worried about was the enterprising young emperor. Seeing that this Cao Geng didn't like him, one day he couldn't bear it anymore and even

The Cao family didn't even want to lose face, so they simply replaced them with someone else. In the future, after Yuan Zhengding was promoted to the governor of Longzhou and became a truly powerful official in the border areas, he would become constrained. After all, the experience of the past is clear to the new governor.

, definitely not easy to talk to.

Not far from the school.

There stood Ma Kuxuan and his maidservant Shudian.

They had eye contact with Cao Gengxin and Yuan Zhengding respectively, but neither of them had the intention to say hello.

I've never been a stranger.

Ma Kuxuan said: "When my grandma was alive, she liked to scold people very much. She just scolded people in front of her face. Those who didn't dare to scold people would scold them behind their backs. Among the people I knew, there were only three people who didn't scold them. Mr. Qi from the school, forget it.

A. My grandma said that Mr. Qi is a truly good man."

Ma Kuxuan tugged at the corner of his mouth, crossed his arms across his chest, leaned back, and leaned against a yellow mud wall, "In my hometown, people like to speak freely without holding back the door."

Ma Kuxuan laughed, and then said a strange saying: "You deserve this."

Shudian couldn't understand it at all, it was probably a local proverb.

Shudian only knows a little about the small town dialect, which is mostly flat, so there are no ups and downs.

It was rare for Ma Kuxuan to have more innocuous words with her. Instead, it was like making an unprecedented move. He explained with a smile: "It means that after listening to other people's words, it's like carrying a burden. Can't you bear it?"

That weight."

A young man walking out of the ancestral home in Muping Lane stopped for a long time when passing by Chen Ping'an's ancestral home.

Gu Can originally planned to go directly to Zhoucheng, but after thinking about it, he decided to go to the school.

At Niujiaoshan Ferry, on a cross-continental ferry from Laolongcheng north to Beiju Luzhou, a tall man stepped off the ferry and returned home for the first time after leaving his hometown.

Ruan Xiu smiled and said hello: "Hello, Liu Xianyang."

Liu Xianyang walked quickly with a bright smile, "Miss Ruan!"

Ruan Xiu nodded and threw over a sword tablet. If you get this thing, you can travel far and wide in the Longzhou boundary.

In fact, Liu Xianyang will be the direct descendant of the Longquan Sword Sect's ancestor hall in a few years.

Liu Xianyang was just lent to the elegant Chen family of Nan Po Suazhou for twenty years.

Liu Xianyang took the sword tablet, said goodbye, and went directly to Yufeng's ancestral home, then to a tomb near Longyao, and finally returned to the town.

He blocked the entrance to the Mud Bottle Alley and beat Gu Can.

Gu Can didn't fight back.

A woman in red who was dancing on the sea of ​​clouds also changed her mind. After calculating the time, she did not go to Dali Capital and took a detour back to her hometown town.

Looking down, she found herself at the school.

Ruan Xiu went to the New Year's Eve shop in Qilong Lane, eating cakes along the way, and also headed to the school.

As a result, the already lively school became increasingly crowded.

Bian Wenmao left the Sheriff's Mansion and took a carriage to the street near the school. He raised the curtain and looked over there. He was surprised to find that Cao Duzao and Sheriff Yuan were standing together.

Bian Wenmao weighed the pros and cons. Since the two disciples of Shangzhu Kingdom were there, he stopped talking politely and lowered the curtain of the carriage to remind the coachman to move the carriage to another place.

As for the other people near the school, Bian Wenmao either knew them and had already dealt with them, or he was strangers to them and ignored them.

Bian Wenmao just waited for Shi Chunjia to leave the elementary school, and then they set off together to return to Dali Capital.

A guy who looked like a weak scholar actually regretted his decision and took Brother Long Bo to wander around the town carefully.

As a result, he was attracted by the "movements" at the school. Liu Chicheng gritted his teeth and silently told himself that he was just taking a look and not causing trouble. It was a kid with a yellow mouth on the roadside in this palm-sized place who jumped up and threw himself inexplicably.

Even if you slap someone in the face, you should also greet him with a smile!

Then Liu Chicheng and Brother Long Bo saw a scene.

The students at the school began to disperse at about the same time, so at a certain moment, everyone fell into the sight of pedestrians on the other side of the street.

The woman in Tsing Yi with ponytail, Ruan Xiu.

Li Baoping wearing a red cotton jacket,

Li Huai, Lin Shouyi, Dong Shuijing.

Yu Lu, thank you.

Ma Kuxuan.

Song Jixin, Zhigui.

Liu Xianyang, Gu Can.

Those people more or less glanced at Liu Chicheng who was standing on the roadside.

Especially Gu Can, with a playful smile.

Liu Chicheng's scalp was numb and his intestines were green with regret. This shouldn't have happened, it definitely shouldn't have happened.

If there was no one around, I would have slapped Brother Long Bo in the face. If you are stupid and you don’t even know how to persuade me, how can you be a close friend or critic?

Chai Bofu's realm is gone, but his vision is still there, but he is more stubborn than Liu Chicheng. I'm going to die now, so take it as you go.

Liu Chicheng humbly asked for advice: "Brother Long Bo, if you make a living here, how many days can you live?"

Chai Bofu was speechless.

It's just that those people are getting farther and farther away from the school and getting closer and closer to the street.

Chai Bo Fu then felt more and more suffocated.

Liu Chicheng stopped talking and smiled with Brother Long Bo: "Don't you know, Chen Pingan and I are close friends?!"
Chapter completed!