After this time, the weather became cooler and colder every day.

Tieshan's entourage returned wherever they came from, and Hong Jinglai was free again. Now that he had time to think about the problems of modern infantry, it was actually most convenient to copy the emperor's method. After all, it doesn't matter whether you are Wellington or Bu

Lüschel, and even Kutuzov, to put it bluntly, were all rubbed on the ground by the emperor.

Although Nahuang lost in the end, it does not mean that this set of things is not good. At least this set of things is definitely ahead in the three-acre land of Li Chao. How can he be worthy of Nahuang's famous name if he has no self-confidence at all?

Woolen cloth.

But think about it, that’s not the case. Now I’m making money and working as an official. What’s going on? I’m not going to train with Yuan Dashuai at the small station tomorrow. What do I want to do?

Take care of the present before talking about the future!

Hong Jinglai is the only good official in front of him. Although he is a local official who is close to the people and also handles some tax and tribute errands, there is no money and food to do. If you don't pay for money and food, there will be a deficit. If there is no deficit, there will be no need to keep accounts at the end of the year.

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Hong Jinglai didn't even need a figure like Master Qiangu, he only needed to give gifts to the superior officials according to the season.

Very simply, Dongnae Prefecture can celebrate the New Year with 200 envoys, and Gyeongsang Province Observer Envoy only needs 400. Anyway, the base is large, one province has dozens of counties, and each person has 400, so the Observer Envoy can also take in a lot.

It just so happened that he was taking the big exam again. Hong Jinglai was interested in an official career, and he was not a saint. If he wanted to be well evaluated, he had to do something good. It didn't need anything in the capital, and he had to put some thought into it in the local area.

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"Where did this come from?"

The Confucian scholar on the couch was carefully grooming his little fingernails. His appearance and demeanor made him look like he was serving an exquisite work of art. And his nails were probably more than three centimeters long. They had not been there for at least several years.

It takes a little work to keep it so long, and you also have to be very careful so as not to break.

He gently pinched Hong Jinglai's poster without opening it. He just rubbed it with his thumb and index finger, and he probably got an idea of ​​the thickness of the poster.

Nodding with some satisfaction, the Confucian scholar gently placed the invitation on the small desk. He picked up his small file and continued to work on his little fingernail.

"Replying to the master, this is Hong Jinglai, the judge stationed in Tosanpo, Dongnae Prefecture." A servant answered respectfully, half-bent.

"Judge Donglai? Did you say that the tribute they paid this year has been delivered?" As if he remembered something, the Confucian scholar finally stopped holding the small file in his hand.

"Ma Bian, the man who came to deliver the petition, said that this year's errands have been changed. They wrote the petition and handed it over to the master. As for the tribute, they won't send it!" The servant answered cautiously.

"Changed the charter? You are quite brave."

With a cold snort, the Confucian scholar also became interested in the invitation. He cut open the envelope with a knife, opened the post and read it. With his orchid fingers raised, his posture was quite "elegant".

Naturally, what Hong Jinglai wrote was about changing the rules and regulations for handling Dongnae tribute. Not to mention the Confucian scholar on the couch, the one who needed Hong Jinglai to inform with a notice was naturally Jin Luzhong, the envoy of the Gyeongsang Province Observer.

When he saw Hong Jing saying that he would not send any tribute in the future, Jin Luzhong was actually quite angry. But firstly, as a high-ranking official in the court, he prided himself on being an elegant scholar, and he could not express his joy or anger. Secondly, in the end, he was a high-ranking official in the court.

Knowing the origin of Hong Jinglai, he was the nephew of Concubine Hong of Huiqing Palace, and the master of the examination room was Min Jingyue, who had a strong backing.

But luckily he didn't get angry, because after turning over, Hong Jinglai changed his tone and bluntly stated that the money for the charcoal paper from the Xiejie Road Department was two thousand taels, and the important thing was that it was included in the receipt.

Jin Luzhong was not from a poor background, so it was not like he had never seen two thousand taels before. However, a large ticket worth two thousand taels was really rare, and this was the first time he had seen it.

The signature monogram used by Lai merchant Liu Cheng was on the ticket. With Jin Luzhong's touch, he knew it was real as soon as he touched the ticket. But somehow, by some strange combination, he actually stood up and asked the servant to

I opened the window and looked at the light several times before giving up.

"Oh, you are indeed an official!" Jin Luzhong praised slowly out of some unknown friendship.

Finally, there were two more votes, both worth 400. One was for Jie Jing, and the other was for Hong Jinglai to wish Jin Luzhong to speak kindly on the evaluation.

This time Jin Luzhong did not stand up to check the authenticity of the two tickets, but still closed the receipt and put the cashed tickets into a small secret compartment on the desk.

"What a capable official!"

"Is Ma Bian who came to deliver the notice still there? Give him a pot of hot wine and ask him to tell Judge Hong that everyone is aware of it!" Jin Luzhong wanted to write a reply, but after thinking about it he put down his pen.

The same thing happened in the Gyeongsang Province Army Military Office and the Dongnae Prefecture Office. Seeing the thousands of taels of votes and the timely tribute, these adults were amazed.

Pu Xianyu was a man of many people, so he was very comfortable in Hanyang. He handed back the money to Dongnae that was supposed to assist various government offices in just over a month. Moreover, his business was booming and he was very profitable. Judging from his reply, it was really

He was so proud that he made much more money than when he was a poor man.

With the interest he handed back, Hong Jinglai naturally gave it away without any burden. He spread it out in large quantities and didn't feel bad at all. Although being filial to superiors is a long-standing bad rule, people like Hong Jinglai rush to give people more money.

It was the first time that the gift was given in such a righteous and awe-inspiring way, and it was in line with the king's law.

Nowadays, every yamen is not losing a lot of money and is extremely poor. Hong Jing came to a small patrol yamen and found someone who could help his superiors. Isn’t that just a good official?

And it is obvious that the people's sentiment in Donglai is stable, and the whole urban and rural areas are calm. Not to mention the trouble caused by the unruly people who resist taxes and donations, even this year's taxes have been paid in full, and they have gone to Hanyang.

It did not trigger a civil uprising, but it allowed officials up and down to share a lot of profits. This was enough for Hong Jinglai's bosses to greatly improve their evaluation of Hong Jinglai. If you think about it again, Hong Jinglai was still a prostitute, not to mention the reasons behind it.

Backer, let’s just say that King Sunjong’s special choice to make Japan’s official supervisor, maybe it was the trick of mastering the ministers.

How could that be difficult?

Green light all the way! Green light, green light!

Good things like being a smart official, being gentle and caring, etc., can be used in circles by Hong Jinglai. Anyway, there is no derogatory word. Just blow a rainbow fart to Hong Jinglai, and everyone will recommend it in unison.

Posture.
Chapter completed!