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"You are the seventh-rank county magistrate? No?" Lu Haoshan, who wanted to lift his legs and walked away, stopped suddenly and said with a puzzled look: "You are an official, why can't you stay at the inn? You run to the small inn here to stay in such a place?"

The post station is specially set up for the public officials of the court. The poor scholar in front of him is really a county magistrate. Why can't he stay in this cheap and comfortable post station and go to this broken inn to sleep in the woods? Isn't this asking for abuse by himself? Lu Haoshan's first feeling is that this person is a liar, and he is desperate and ready to deceive himself. Nowadays, for a meal, his wife can sell him, and his children can eat each other. What else can't be done?

The scholar saw that Lu Haoshan didn't believe it, gritted his teeth and touched it and took out a small brocade bag from under the pillow. He handed it to Lu Haoshan with a little trembling. As soon as he held the brocade bag, a look of pride appeared in his eyes, and a glimmer of light was also on his pale face. He said while handing it: "This is the office document issued to me by the Ministry of Personnel and the official seal. If you don't believe it, you can check it out one or two."

It wasn't that I was traveling with my colleagues. Lu Haoshan muttered and took the brocade bag. As soon as he took it, he felt his hand sinking. When he opened it, he suddenly looked solemn. He saw a document of office and a large bronze seal in the brocade bag. When he opened the document, Lu Haoshan could immediately confirm that it was indeed from the document of office of the Ministry of Personnel. In the document, Lu Wenhua was sent to Jiangyou County, Long'an Prefecture to serve as the county magistrate, and he was limited to ten months before the position. In addition, there was a copper seal used by the county magistrate.

According to the official system of the Ming Dynasty, the official seals of the first rank are made of silver and three tables. The second rank are all made of silver and two tables. The third rank official seals, except for the two seals of Shuntian and Yingtian, the rest are all copper seals, without the platform. The official seals of the first rank are three inches and four minutes long and the lower part decreases according to the official rank. Small official seals that are not in the stream are called "Tiaoji", and the last character of the seal is "Jiu", and the seals are all rectangular, generally 8 cm long and 4 cm wide. The official seals in Lu Haoshan's hand are cast in brass, exquisite, generous, and rigorously. The four words "Jiangyou County Magistrate" are engraved with intimate text on it. The whole official seal is integrated, and under the candlelight, it exudes a slight unspeakable aura. This is definitely the pinnacle of copper products of this era.

Judging from the office documents and official seals, the guy named Lu Wenhua in front of him is the new county magistrate of Jiangyou County, Long'an Prefecture, Shaanxi Province, who has not taken office. How could he be so depressed?

"It turns out that he is Lord Lu, who was born in Liang Yuangao late, and his ancestral home is Guangzhou Prefecture. By the way, I wonder why Lord Gong has been here?" Lu Haoshan couldn't help asking.

When Lu Wenhua mentioned this, his face became dark and he turned to anger and said, "Officials are not clean and love themselves, while officials are changing their minds when they see the wind. There is only the word "money" in the eyes of the people. People's hearts are not solid, and people's hearts are not solid. Cough... cough."

Lu Haoshan quickly comforted him. After he told the whole story, he realized that the down-and-out county magistrate in front of him accepted the office documents and official seals from the Ministry of Personnel, and filed a leave in advance, extended the deadline for office. He was full of energy and prepared to go to Yangzhou to see him before taking office. He had planned that he could borrow money from a friend after spending money. Unexpectedly, the friend went out far away and didn't know when he would come back. When other people who knew him heard that he was working in the remote and barren Shaanxi, he refused to lend money.

In order to raise travel expenses, Lu Wenhua sold all the people who could sell them, including the servants and maids. However, he became sick as soon as he left Yangzhou. He lived in Luohuayi. He was not seriously ill and he would be cured for two days. However, he lived well and encountered a censor with his family to join the post. The room was not enough. In order to please the censor, the post chief directly swept the floor and went out, who was the lowest official rank in Luohuayi. Lu Wenhua had no way to complain, but was afraid of being ridiculed, so he concealed his identity and stayed in this Changfeng Inn.

The snobbish official secretary was so angry that his condition worsened. In addition, in order to prepare for travel expenses and reduce expenses, he sold all the maids. Without anyone to take care of him, he couldn't get up as soon as he was ill. In the end, he used up all the money and was driven to the woodshed, which became what he is now.

Lu Haoshan said curiously: "Didn't the waiter just now say that the adults wrote a letter and sent someone to send money? Why..."

"How can there be any family members?" Lu Wenhua shook his head and said, "Lu has no relatives, no wife's house, no children, and has always been alone. Writing letters is just a temporary measure, not to hide it from his brother. This angina pectoris is inherited by the ancestors, grandfather has it, and father has it, too. Those who have not seen longevity since Lu's three generations have now... cough cough... I'm afraid it's my turn."

Lu Haoshan finally understood why the unemployed magistrate in front of him was so down and wanted to borrow money, but his best friend was not here, and I don’t know if he was really not here or deliberately avoiding him. Others who knew refused to lend him money, which sounded a bit incredible. An official wanted to borrow money but could not borrow money. The fact is that, the salary of the Ming Dynasty was notoriously low. Zhu Yuanzhang, a Taizu, who was born in cattle, said that he wanted to be an official and wanted to be a prestige, and he had to make a lot of money.

It was a dream, so he made drastic moves in terms of salary, which led to the lowest salary of the Ming Dynasty officials in all dynasties. Officials did not reimburse their travel expenses when they took office, and even a few officials had to borrow money to go on the road when they took office. A seventh-rank county magistrate had a monthly salary of only seven stones and five dou, but even these seven stones and five dou still had to eat, drink, defecate, just like a generation of honest officials, Hai Rui, who had no gray income, cut two kilograms of meat on his mother's birthday, which caused a sensation in the officialdom, which could make the dilemma of the Ming Dynasty officials.

By the end of the Ming Dynasty, a strange phenomenon appeared. When officials were sent to wealthy places to serve, they would have a big banquet for guests. Everyone was happy for him. If they were sent to be officials in poor places, their relatives and friends would sigh, as if they were not worth it for him.

In Lu Haoshan's opinion, Lu Wenhua could not borrow money, which was reasonable. It was not his small official salary, but his stubbornness and pedanticity, and he would definitely not be corrupt. With his salary of seven stones and five dou per month, I don't know when he will pay it back. Another point is that there is no rain in Shaanxi all year round and people who have no way to survive either become mobs or turn into bandits. Who knows whether Lu Wenhua has the life to come back alive, and no one wants his money to be wasted.

There were many scholars in the Ming Dynasty. If he could become a county magistrate, he would be from a thousand horses and troops. It was enviable. However, Lu Wenhua in front of him could only be said to be a lucky unlucky guy who fell ill before he took office. Lu Haoshan could tell from his face that he would not last long, and now he would be looking back.

"Mr. Lu, don't worry, you will get better soon." Lu Haoshan didn't know what to say, so he had to comfort him.

"No, it's okay." Lu Wenhua's face disappeared from the previous look, and his eyes were a little darker: "I know my illness, I'm afraid I can't stand it tonight. Lu is recklessly calling Brother Lu, but he just let it go... I can't rest assured, just because there is something I want to bother Brother Lu."

Lu Haoshan felt a little sympathetic to him, but he didn't respond at all. He just said carefully: "If you have anything, please tell me."

You can't respond to such things casually. If you let yourself take care of people with inconvenient life or pay off your debts for them, it's better not to get involved. Lu Haoshan believes that he is not a bad person, but he dares not consider himself a good person at heart.

Lu Wenhua pointed to the seal in Lu Haoshan's hand and said weakly: "Now... the one I am most worried about is the seal sent by the Ministry of Personnel. I can't do it anymore. This seal cannot be sent back to the Ministry of Personnel. If the official seal is lost and falls into the hands of people with bad intentions, there will be endless troubles. Please give it back to the Ministry of Personnel on my behalf. By the way, don't hand it over to the people of Luo Huayi, they are snobbish."

After saying that, he added with great difficulty: "Those snobs are not trustworthy. Brother Lu just now... speaks righteously and speaks with integrity. Only by handing these important letters to your official... can you feel at ease."

At this time, Lu Haoshan noticed that the magistrate of the seventh-rank county magistrate in front of him was no longer the rosy rays he had just now, his eyes were even darker, and his face was as pale as paper, giving people the feeling of a small flame floating in the wind, flashing and extinguishing at any time.

No wonder he called himself in the middle of the night. He felt that he was not good enough. Before he died, he asked him to return the letter. He did not look for him but looked for him. It was probably because the waiter had always been snobbish. He subconsciously did not believe him. When he entered the woodshed, his actions of stopping the waiter from carrying him out touched him. At that time, Liu Jinzhu said that he was a Juren. When Lu Wenhua heard that he was a Juren, he had a little more favor. He heard that he was a Juren and said that he subconsciously believed in himself and entrusted the matter to himself.

"Okay, I agree." Lu Haoshan was silent for a moment and nodded finally.

After agreeing, Lu Wenhua did not respond for a long time. Liu Jinzhu walked closer and said in surprise: "Brother Shan, this person, this person is dead."

Lu Haoshan nodded and said, "It's dead, what's the point of fuss?"

"But Brother Shan, we have murders. Now that we send these things to the government, wouldn't we fall into the trap?" Liu Jinzhu said with some concern. When he heard that this person was a county magistrate, his face changed on the spot. Although he was just a dying patient, he was still so scared that he stepped aside and did not dare to say a word.

"Who said we want to return it to the Ministry of Personnel?" Lu Haoshan's eyes shone with an inexplicable excitement. He suddenly smiled slightly, turned his head and said meaningfully to Liu Jinzhu: "Jinzhu, haven't you always wanted to be an official?"

Liu Jinzhu was startled and said nervously: "Brother Shan, what do you mean..."

Lu Haoshan nodded, his eyes shining brightly and said, "Not real, we can still be a fool, let alone we have a real guy in our hands. Being a county magistrate is much more comfortable than escaping everywhere. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away, and it is just right to do something."

Since Wang Er led hundreds of peasant uprisings, Lu Haoshan knew that it was just the beginning. It would not take long. People like Li Zicheng and Zhang Xianzhong soon emerged, and the Later Jin Dynasty would become more and more rampant. The Ming Dynasty lost one thing and produced heroes in troubled times. He happened to take this opportunity to build his own efforts without making any noise. With reliance in hands, he could live better in troubled times without having to rely on others.

This is simply a big pie that fell from the sky.

Lu Wenhua, who was lying on the ground without breath, didn't know that he had studied hard for decades and finally made wedding clothes for others. He never dreamed that the righteous scholar in his eyes, the person he might have entrusted to was a hypocrite. His body was not cold, and he had already begun to plot against others.
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