Chapter 183： unexpected promotion

Chapter 183 Unexpected Promotion

After entering Jiu, the heavy snow continued.

Su Ji went from making thick flour buns to completely selling thick flour buns, but the quantity dropped from 500 to 300, and each person only sold one per day. This was no longer a business, it was purely for the nearby years. It serves the elderly and poor people who cannot open fire at home.

Speaking of why Su Ji has such a large amount of thick noodles, there is another episode.

Su Yanli finally got a salary increase and three acres of land because he taught the young son of the King of Jin. Three acres of land was a bit far away. Su Yanli had never been there before, or his daughter, a little girl, went there every season.

When I went to collect rent this fall, I was surrounded by villagers. During the harvest season, the villagers sold their surplus grain and even sold part of their rations for their children's weddings. One family was afraid that their daughter would get married with a shabby dowry. When they saw the landowner, they begged the young lady to buy theirs. Thick noodles add makeup to my daughter.

Firstly, Su Ruojin couldn't bear it, and secondly, because his family's field had formed a good relationship with the villagers here, he collected the family's coarse grains at a price higher than that of the small traders. Unexpectedly, one family fell in love with the other, and the villagers flocked to it. They all sold her the coarse grains that the family could sell.

There was no other way, so Su Ruojin collected everything, not counting his own mule cart. He also rented two mule carts to transport all the coarse noodles back, and dedicated a room to store the coarse noodles.

Perhaps this is good news for good people! I didn't expect to use it in the cold winter. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to sell the coarse noodles, so how could I help the poor people around me?

The more I sat on the warm and comfortable kang, the more I thought about my little lady. I always felt that under the heavy snow, it seemed as if her family couldn't open the pot and needed his help.

Heavy snow blocked the road, so Zhao Lan rode over to visit the young lady. His horse was trained to ride in mountains and snow. No matter how thick the snow is on the roads in the capital, it is always easier to walk than in mountains and hills.

When I passed by Su Ji, Su Ji's shop was actually still open. The steamer at the door was steaming, and there was a long queue in an orderly manner. Each person had a black steamed bun and a bowl of boiled water, and the warm food was brought home.

The master was so surprised that Shuangrui hurriedly went to inquire. After a while, he learned from the clerk Su Ji why he was still selling breakfast and where the food for making these breakfasts came from. He immediately told the master all this.

Zhao Lan nodded, pulled the reins and turned around. Just when he was about to whip his whip, he reined in the horse in time. He stepped off the horse with his long legs, stepped on the exposed stone pavement, and looked along the snow-free road.

There is no snow on the roads around Su Ji. Are they being swept all the time?

Shuangrui immediately knew what the owner wanted to know, so he immediately went to Su Ji's shop to ask.

Zhao Lan looked up. The sky was overcast, and snowflakes were beginning to drift again. By noon, the road would be covered again.

Soon, Shuangrui ran out of the shop, approached the owner, and whispered, "Feng Ershi said, use salt to turn into water and sprinkle it once a day. Sprinkle it once, and you can take care of it for a day. Young Master, you see, the snow will not accumulate on the ground here." , because there is salt gas on the ground and it cannot gather snow.”

Zhao Lan's beautiful eyebrows were raised high. It turned out that the young lady was not hoarding salt for the shop, nor for private sale, but to clear the road. In this era of lack of clothing and salt, there was no extraordinary recognition, no Maybe they used salt water to clear the road.

Having not seen her for a few days, he didn’t know if the little lady had grown taller. He had a weird idea and pulled up the reins, "Drive...drive..."

Shuangrui and others followed.

Hey, didn’t the little prince say he was looking after the young lady? Why did you suddenly turn around and head towards the imperial city?

When he dismounted at the entrance of the palace, he unexpectedly met Zhao Jing, King of Yan.

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“Fourth brother.”

 King Zhao Jing knew that Zhao Lan had a special errand and could enter the palace anytime and anywhere. The two handed their horses to the palace official and chatted about daily life along the way.

“I heard from the princess that your mother-in-law is looking for a future wife for you. Do you have any favorites?” King Yan Zhao Jing said with a smile, “How about I ask your sister-in-law to recommend one to you?”

"Thank you, fourth brother." Zhao Lan saluted, "It's just that I have told my father, the queen, mother and concubine that I will not consider the candidate for my wife until I am crowned, and I will not consider it in the next six years."

 King Zhao Jing of Yan looked like your mother and concubine still looked at each other.

Zhao Lan could only smile and said, "I'm not lying to Fourth Brother, I'm all focused on how to run my errands right now. If I don't dig out all the spies from the Liaoxia Kingdom, I won't be thinking about marriage."

Yan Wang Zhao Jing smiled and nodded, "Zijin has a great heart and aspiration to serve the country. Fourth brother believes in it. I wish you to dig out the bad people in Liao and Xia Kingdom as soon as possible."

“Thank you, fourth brother, for your encouragement.”

The two of them entered the Chui Gong Hall to see the emperor.

Emperor Cheng Xi was in his early fifties, with a thin appearance, and his goatee was black and gray, showing signs of whitening. After being bowed to by the two, he gave seats to his son and nephew.

“Why is Jing’er here?”

Zhao Jing wanted to stand up and reply, but the official stretched out his hand to signal him to sit down and reply.

He sat and cupped his hands and said, "Back to my father, the results of the two alleys that were trialled by letting the tenants find craftsmen to repair by themselves were good. They basically withstood the test of the heavy snow. Only a few people, in order to greedy rent fees, and bad behavior. The craftsmen colluded to fool things, but they were fooled, and the two heavy snowfalls revealed their traces. "

The official stroked his beard and said, "When the snow stops, we will use the three-in-one method to deal with all the damaged public rental housing."

Zhao Jing stood up: "Yes, Father."

After asking his son, he asked his nephew, "Where is Zijin?"

Zhao Lan stood up and held up his hands, "Back to the Holy Spirit, Zijin has been dealing with the people of Liaoxia country, and got to know their living customs when he had nothing to do. Suddenly he found that the Liaoxia country was much colder than Bianjing. When winter comes, they There is snow all over the mountains and fields, which can even drown people.”

Emperor Cheng Xi listened attentively, "Zijin is right, but how do they live through the obstacles of snow?"

Recently, many shops in Beijing were closed due to the heavy snowfall during the court meeting. Some of them were indeed affected by the bad snowy weather. There was no supply of goods and nothing to sell. There were also some merchants who were not honest. They took the opportunity to close down and stock up on goods to increase prices.

Zhao Lan reported back, "It is recorded in the book that people in Liaoxia will use salt to boil water to melt snow. The place where the snow has been melted will not easily accumulate snow because there is salt residue."

The emperor's brows not only did not relax when he heard this, but he also frowned instantly, "What do you mean by Zijin?"

"Going back to the Holy Spirit, can you please let Jing Zhaoyin and the Wucheng Army and Horses Division also use this method to wash away the snow in the streets and alleys, so that all kinds of shops can operate normally and there will be no situation where the people are short of food and the merchants cannot operate. ”

The emperor stroked his beard and said, "The price of salt is not low!" This was the main source of taxation for the Yin Dynasty.

Zhao Lan raised his hands to his forehead and said, "Your Majesty, some unscrupulous merchants in the market have started to raise prices, disrupting normal people's lives. Seeing that the snow is not stopping, in ten or twenty days, merchants will take the opportunity to raise prices. Asking price, when..."

The emperor looked solemn and weighed the pros and cons. After a while, he relaxed and said, "I'm going to tell you to give it a try near the palace first."

Seeing that the emperor accepted his suggestion, he asked to leave the palace.

Since he came, the emperor did not let his nephew go, "Have a meal with me."

Zhao Lan had no choice but to stay.

Zhao Jing also stood up to thank him.

The two of them had lunch with the emperor.

When the twelfth lunar month is about to enter, the heavy snow will stop, but once it starts falling, it will be very fierce. In the poor areas of the capital, roofs are often collapsed by the snow, causing casualties among the people. However, the shops on the street slowly begin to operate normally. Shutong came back and told the young master with a surprised look on his face, "I heard that people from the Bingma Division also used salted water to melt snow. Madam, has our method of melting snow been leaked?"

Su Ruojin was funny: "This method only requires the use of salt, but it is not very clever. For the national economy and people's livelihood, the court has so many politicians and think tanks, but they still can't come up with a small method of melting snow with salt water? Uncle Shutong, please don't talk nonsense."

Shu Tong curled his lips, feeling that this method was brought out by his second wife. Forget it, the second wife refused to admit it. He then talked about another thing, "Your brother-in-law is giving porridge outside the city. I heard that It has been applied for seven or eight days.”

Su Ruojin asked as soon as he heard this, "Have the wealthy nobles in Beijing set up stalls to serve porridge?"

Shutong curled his lips again, "I heard someone tell you that your uncle is amazing. I heard that he was the first one. When the road was blocked by heavy snow, he even opened his own rice and grain shop to provide free food to the old, weak, sick and disabled every day. Mi Mian, you are really a family, and you are all doing good things with a kind heart."

“I am the one who collects money.”

Shu Tong hummed, "This penny of yours is used to stop those who want to take advantage of others. It is not for making money."

“Anyway, I’m not as righteous as my brother-in-law.”

Uncle is talented and talented, and he has to do it with a character. It ’s really a young talent. Why do you like ... the same?

Well, what a pity.

Shutong saw the pity on the young lady's face, and suddenly approached her with gossip, "I heard some gossip, Second Lady, do you want to listen to it?"

"If you have any gossip, why don't you tell me quickly." Su Ruojin rolled her eyes angrily. She was bored at home all day, and she wanted to hear gossip most to relieve her boredom.

Shutong glanced in the direction of the adult's study, and then whispered, "I heard that your brother-in-law propped up the stall on his front foot to serve porridge, and on his back leg, Princess Yuehua propped up the stall next to him and told them that they were 'husbands singing and women following'."

Su Ruojin:…

Your Highness, Princess, haven’t given up yet?

Oh my god, the fight between these three people has been going on for a year, and there is no result. Do they want to keep fighting?

Su Dekai has been in bed for two or three months. If the heavy snow had not blocked the road, he would have taken his wife back to his hometown in Pingjiang Mansion. "It's such a debt, a debt..." The son who had been raised and raised by all kinds of methods turned out to be for a man. He didn't care about anything. If he hadn't put his life on the line, he would probably have taken that man on a sightseeing tour.

well! In just one year, Su Qian has become much older, but the recent rumors have made her come alive again, and her old face has a look of joy, "Master, it is said that Princess Yuehua is fond of my son. Do you think the emperor will Won’t you give them a marriage?”

Su Dekai was more clear-headed than his wife: "Unless the royal family doesn't check Yanzu's past, if he just checks it, let alone marrying a princess, both our lives will be at risk."

"Ah!" Su Qianshi's face suddenly turned pale, "Then... what should we do?"

Su Dekai said, "I guess Princess Yuehua really likes your son. As long as she is willing to speak well in front of the emperor, our Su family may be able to avoid prison."

His hopes were dashed, and Su Qian was as old and weak as if he had died.

With the intervention of the court, the shops in Beijing that had been closed due to heavy snow began to open one after another, including the breakfast shop. When other shops opened, Su Ji stopped.

The Feng brothers were about to go home. Su Ruojin persuaded them, "I finally made some money. Are we willing to give it to the robbers on the road?"

Feng Ershi was startled, "Why are there robbers?"

“What do you think?”

The two Feng brothers were very entangled.

Su Ruojin added, "Besides, even if it doesn't snow, the mountain road for you to go home will not be easy. Isn't it very dangerous now that it's snowing so heavily?"

The Feng brothers were told by their little boss that they remained silent.

"Besides, you and your wife are together, so you have company. Your parents and children, when the weather is better next year, I will let you go back and reunite."

The two brothers were finally persuaded by Su Ruojin to stay and live peacefully in Su Ji's shop. They would wait until the snow stopped and the road was completely cleared before returning home.

This winter, due to the heavy snow, everything is expensive. The Su family has already prepared it and does not go out to buy anything. They just stay at home and wait for the New Year.

Academies outside the city have not allowed students to go to school, but various schools in the city have held classes as normal.

Su Yanli also went to the Imperial College for duty.

Su Dalang and Xue Wulang studied together in his study. As Xue Wulang came often, Xue Liuniang, who often had troubles with Su and Yang, also came to play.

From her mouth, Su Ruojin learned that one winter, Mr. Xue brought a few craftsmen to make a hot bed for people and made a fortune. The Xue family's life was much better. Listening to Xue Liu Niang's tone, it seemed that Mrs. Xue's face was also much better. , she dared to speak loudly at home and laughed loudly.

Su Ruojin sweated secretly when she heard this. Mrs.

Su Ruojin is also happy for Mr. Xue that she can make money. She is also happy that her neighbors are living well.

As the saying goes, good people are always rewarded.

On the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, Su Yanli returned home from the Imperial College to tell everyone good news.

“I’ve been promoted.”

Everyone was shocked.

Su Ruojin came to his senses first and asked quickly, "Dad, what official?"

“Dr. Taichangji”

Su Ruojin asked puzzledly: "There are still doctors in Taichang Temple?"

Su Yanli rolled his eyes at his daughter, "You stay in my study every day and you don't even know this."

Su Ruojin: ...She has never read it before.

Taichang Temple has one official, Qing. Genuine third grade. As the chief of Taichang Temple, he is in charge of the affairs of the temple and community in Lejiao and manages the various departments under Taichang Temple. Shaoqing, two people. On the fourth level. The deputy chief of Taichang Temple, assisting the minister of Taichang Temple.

Cheng, two people. Ph.D., four. Great wishes, six people. Feng Lilang, two people. Xie Lulang, two people.

Dr. Taichang, an official in charge of sacrificial affairs at Taichang Temple, is the seventh grade. Responsible for presiding over the ancestral temple's sacrifices, rituals and music, and cultural and educational affairs.

Su Yanli was finally promoted from the eighth rank official to the seventh rank official.

It’s really not easy.

Su Ruojin asked: "Dad, how come you were promoted from the Imperial College to Taichang Temple?"

Su Yanli: ...He doesn’t know either!

Su Ruojin thought about several possibilities, and felt that they were all possible. In the end, he simply didn’t think about it and said, “Let’s have a good meal tomorrow to celebrate.”