Chapter 1192: Men's tears

After receiving the documents from the Ministry of Personnel, Cao Yong did not stay in Qingyuan for a few days and was ready to set off for a trip back to Beijing.

Among the people brought from the capital two years ago, the cunning ones had already been eliminated, and the rest were mostly honest and hardworking people.

There were a few people who wanted to become an official, and Cao Yong recommended him to serve as an eighth-rank or ninth-rank minor official; if he wanted to stay in the Governor's Office, Cao Yong sorted out his personnel resume and recommended him to Tang Zhiyu; if he decided to leave the Governor's Office, Cao Yong also sent someone to prepare a piece of money or wrote a letter of recommendation to recommend him to other places, and the arrangement was made appropriate.

Like Jiang Jian, Cao Yong also kept most of the people who wanted to stay by his side and continue to be his assistants.

Three people have a long intelligence, one person has a short intelligence.

Besides, the Ministry of Revenue, which is the most complicated job, is Cao Yong's realization of doing nothing and exhausting himself.

As his grades rise higher and higher, he also accumulates some experience as an official.

A small official does things, and a high official does things.

The more you show your position, the more you need to have the wisdom to understand others.

Such an arrangement made the whole of benevolence and righteousness so that the guests and the host and the people in the Governor's Mansion calmed down.

After the departure date was set, Cao Yong held a banquet in the mansion the night before returning to Beijing and thanked his subordinates and staff of the Governor's Office.

After all, Jiang Jian became more and more calm after studying Zen for many years and was able to break his fame and fortune. Whether it was the magistrate of the Governor's Office or the staff of the Shangshu Office, there was no big difference for him.

After many years in Cao's mansion, Cao Yong has always been kind to him. After two years in Zhili, he was Cao Yong's most trusted confidant, and he was very respectful. Even if Jiang Jian was no longer a secret agent, he would have enough money for the rest of his life.

However, he had no intention of leaving Cao Yong.

Not for fame and fortune, but for the real man’s heart to establish a world.

Now, Jiang Jian is holding a wine cup, representing Cao Yong, and greetings with the staff and clerks present.

Although Cao Yong was the host of the banquet, his identity was there, and his power was due to his accumulation of power. With him, everyone was so reserved. Therefore, after the banquet began, Cao Yong toasted everyone three cups of wine, and asked Jiang Jian and Song Hou to accompany the guests on their behalf, and left the banquet first.

Some of the people on the table, like Jiang Jian, would take the squad as their profession, from being a non-name article to going from the squad to the main curtain to the famous curtain, and some would take the squad as their promotional rank, looking for the right time to become an official.

Although they do not have a noble family and have excellent backgrounds to rely on, they can also rely on their own efforts to penetrate the officialdom and form a network of relationships of all sizes.

Even if Cao Yong is in the position of showing off, he might be good to use these people when he will win more.

Song Houze sat aside with a smile, surrounded by several "sponsors" who came to toast.

Some of these people did not leave Cao Yong's relationship, but came later; some went to the Governor's Office and worshipped under Song Hou's disciples.

"You guys, don't think that you have been in the Governor's Office, but you are not obedient. If you can't be down-to-earth and start from the prefectures and counties, you will never become the main curtain." Song Hou wiped his beard and warned.

A few middle-aged people were still good and nodded in agreement; the two young people were bitter and said, "Grandpa Shi, this magistrate is in the place, and he is more and more picky in the master. He just thinks that the older he is, the better. How can he choose young people?"

Song Houheng glanced at him and said, "All the bastards are you, who didn't get through the young people? Fei P is like you, you have made great achievements in the name of punishment and are well-known in the Three Jin Dynasties."

The two young aides, hearing this, felt embarrassed, and looked at Jiang Jian with a little admiration and envy...

There was another table in the room in the official residence, and Tang Zhiyu, Liang Chuanfu, and Xie Tianlai were invited to have these officials who were close to Cao Yong.

Tang Zhiyu has already appointed the governor of Zhili, and it will not take long to officially enter the Governor's Office; Liang Chuanfu and Xie Tianlai were promoted last year, and if they want to go further, they still have to endure the qualifications.

Military officers are not on the frontier, and only the suppression of bandits can achieve military merits. Zhili is born in the Taiping land, so he can only slowly endure his term of office.

Liang Chuanfu is not bad, he is taciturn and cold, and he has the same expression no matter when he sees him all year round. Thank you very much, but now he is feeling uncomfortable.

In his opinion, Cao Yong "helplessly" withdrew from Zhili, and Tang Zhiyu "unkindly" took a big advantage. These two people were one of them, one of them was "ex-in-command" and the other was "current". They could not be said to have turned against each other, but they should have a knot.

Unexpectedly, Cao Yong's expression was as usual and talked to Tang Zhiyu about several unfinished matters in Zhili. Tang Zhiyu was also open and honest, and answered questions without any guilt.

Xie Tianlai was full of doubts, and looked at Cao Yong and Tang Zhiyu at the moment, trying to see through the "disguise" of the two.

But I can't see anything.

He couldn't help but sweat on his forehead, thinking in his mind that perhaps what he saw might be "heaven and anger that was invisible to his face."

Seeing that he was unpredictable with affection, Cao Yong took a few more glances.

Xie Tianlai raised the wine cup, his eyes were red, and he squeezed out two tears, saying, "I really can't bear to leave. I'm so embarrassed, so please don't blame me!" As he said that, he really felt a little reluctant.

Although there is Prince Zhuang’s mansion behind him, it is beyond reach. Where can I take care of the top of the mountain more smoothly?

This Tang Zhiyu is a stone in the pit, famously stink and hard. This time, he picked up Cao Yong's advantage and got the governor of Zhili. It would be nice not to squeeze out his "old subordinates" of the Governor's Office, so how dare you look forward to taking care of him?

This man in his forties burst into tears when he said that he could shed tears. Even though he knew that there was something about the show, Cao Yong was still a little moved. He raised the wine in his glass, met Xie Tianlai, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing Cao Yong moving, Xie Tianlai became more and more excited. He lifted up the wine pot and filled it with Cao Yong. He shouted in words full of Shanxi flavor, and ate two cups with Cao Yong.

He was not a person with alcoholism, so he ate two more rounds of wine. Now he was a little drunk after eating a few cups of wine with his worries.

He pulled Cao Yong's sleeve and cried, "Woo woo" and said, "Sir, you are a good official... Since you were the one who came to Zhili, Zhili has been like a day. In the cold winter of the past year, the city was begging for food, and now the people can eat enough... Whose eyes has this attracted? I am so jealous of you, and you can't tolerate this job?"

In the Zhili officialdom, there have been gossips, saying that some people are clever and sarcastic, "frame" their superiors and subordinates to protect themselves.

Although he did not name his name, everyone knew that he was talking about Tang Zhiyu who was not hurt in the storm.

Now, Xie Tianlai's words after getting drunk are in line with the rumor.

Cao Yong frowned when he heard this, and he was not as good as he said; Tang Zhiyu's expression was calm, and his hand holding the wine cup turned white.

Xie Tianlai was drunk and didn't know the importance of it. He still said: "Well, Xie, please keep your eyes open and wait. He wants to see what that person will make Zhili after he squeezes away? If he really has eggs, how could he do this kind of sneaky way? There is no such truth in nature, and he is so heartless..."

Seeing that he was getting more and more outrageous, and all the dirty words came out, Cao Yong couldn't listen and whispered, "Sir Xie, you're drunk!" As he said that, he called the servant to order, "Call two people and help Lord Xie down and wake up."

Xie Tianlai heard it while shaking his head, dancing, and said with a hard tongue: "I'm not drunk, my forehead is not drunk... How can I get drunk with such a small cup... Don't pull my forehead sleeve sleeves, don't pull my forehead sleeves..."

He has a solid figure, and the two servants stepped forward to help him, but he was thrown away by him.

This live treasure is so funny that Cao Yong can't laugh or cry.

Liang Chuanfu stood up and said to Cao Yong: "Sir, should the lower official send Mr. Xie back?"

Being interrupted by Xie Tianlai was no longer the atmosphere of drinking and talking. Cao Yong nodded and stood up and said, "That's how it will be done."

Liang Chuanfu bowed to Tang Zhiyu again, grabbed Xie Tianlai's arm, and half-dragged it and took it out.

Cao Yong ordered people to remove the already cold mat, warm the wine again, and serve a few refreshing side dishes.

Tang Zhiyu sighed and his spirit suddenly became weak, as if he was several years old.

Seeing this, Cao Yong sighed secretly, filled Tang Zhiyu with wine, and said, "The more you show your position, the more you are right and wrong, don't worry too much about the benefits, just have a clear conscience."

Tang Zhiyu raised his head and looked at Cao Yong.

I saw Cao Yong's eyes clear, with worries and understanding inside, but no alienation or guarding.

"Sir..." Tang Zhiyu's voice was hoarse, and his tone brought a little vicissitudes and helplessness.

After all, he has read the books of sages for half his life. Even if he is full of heart for the country and the people, he cannot regard fame and fortune as dirt and his heart is as calm as water.

People need shame, trees need bark.

I cherish my feathers for half my life, and finally embark on the road to the sky, but the price is to bear stigma.

Tang Zhiyu was also drunk.

Apart from Cao Yong, who knows the inside story, who can he complain in front of?

Although he did not nag like Xie Tianlai, he was also full of resentment and ate one cup after another.

Until he ate half of the jar of osmanthus white, he still poured the wine pot and drank it himself, refusing to let go.

Seeing that he was drunk and cruel, Cao Yong did not dare to let him eat again, so he hurriedly asked someone to remove the wine pot and asked someone to ask Tang Zhiyu's Chang to come in and send Tang Zhiyu back.

Sitting alone in front of the banquet, Cao Yong couldn't help laughing.

This matter is a mess. In the eyes of the world, Cao Yong is the one who is just sad and upset. Are Xie Tianlai and Tang Zhiyu considered to be overshadowed?

Although these people in the Zhili officialdom have fewer entanglements and more flexible than those in the capital.

Cao Yong picked up the wine cup, took a few bites, and looked at the empty seats, but he felt a little reluctant to leave...

When he returned to the upper room, Chu Yu had already prepared sobering soup and simmered it in the kitchen.

Cao Yong ate a bowl, changed his clothes and washed it, and then placed it.

Because he lay down early, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

I will leave Qingyuan tomorrow and go back to the big cage of the capital. In my early years, I was most tired of the capital and wanted to go out. Now I don’t know if it’s because of my age, but I am more and more nostalgic about the capital.

Chu Yu has always been sleeping shallowly, and her husband turned over, but she didn't fall asleep. She whispered: "Tomorrow is Tianyou's fifteenth birthday, I wonder if he remembers it?"
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