GBP Chapter 366 Jiang Wenqing Asks for Leave to Go Home
Chapter 366 Jiang Wenqing Asks for Leave to Go Home
Chapter 366 Jiang Wenqing, who asked for leave to return home
The palace was bustling with preparations for the flower-viewing banquet a few days later, and Jiang Wenqing also received a letter from Huangfu Zhongwen at the Tongzhou County government office.
The letter was not delivered via official post; it was sent by Huangfu Zhongwen's personal servant, which shows the importance of the letter's contents.
Upon receiving the letter, Master Qian delivered it directly to Jiang Wenqing in the back office.
Steward Wen has gone out on business and hasn't returned yet, so Master Qian has temporarily taken on the role of steward at the county government office.
The twenty taels of silver spent this month were really worthwhile, and Jiang Wenqing felt comfortable and at ease.
Although his own monthly salary was not as high as the clerk's, the clerk's monthly salary did not need to be paid by him, so he naturally did not feel any pain.
If your son is filial and wealthy, shouldn't you, as his father, also accept the benefits he has from your son?
You can't enjoy the benefits of having a son and then put on airs.
With such a capable, filial, and talented son, he is sure to rise to prominence in the officialdom and become a prominent figure.
We can't let disgusting people ruin things halfway through. Oh dear, it was absolutely the right decision to ask Brother Huangfu for help with this.
"Lengligeerleng~ Lengligeerleng~"
Jiang Wenqing hummed an unknown tune, sipping fragrant flower tea, feeling utterly content.
This flower tea was originally intended for the women in the family, but Jiang Wenqing fell in love with it after just one sip and casually packed two or three catties to replace all the tea he used to drink and Aunt Pan's.
Ignoring his concubine's resentful gaze, he cheerfully grabbed a dozen kilograms of flower tea and stormed out the door, utterly pathetic.
"My lord, the letter from the capital was personally delivered by a servant of Lord Huangfu."
Master Qian interrupted Jiang Wenqing's rambling, "Brother Huangfu's letter! Bring it here quickly!"
Jiang Wenqing read the letter quickly, and a smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.
Master Qian was puzzled. Was this some good news? Was his master about to be promoted? Tell me, where could he possibly reason with this?
"My lord, what joyous occasion is this?"
"Well, I guess so, but it's not exactly a big deal. My relative's child is getting engaged, so I have to go back and take a look."
"Ah (fourth tone), ah? (second tone), a relative's child is engaged, you have to go back and take a look?"
"Yes, Master Qian, you're here right now. Help me write a leave request and have the county magistrate send it to the Prefectural Governor's Office. Hurry up! I need to get going right away."
"Sir, this, this isn't necessary, is it? It's just a relative's child getting engaged, not a wedding. Why do you have to go in person?"
"Ahem, of course I have to go. You don't know, do you? I was the matchmaker for this relative's child's engagement. How could the matchmaker not go on such a big day as their engagement?"
Jiang Wenqing made up a story with a straight face, and Master Qian believed it.
There's no other reason than that, although Jiang Wenqing didn't do anything particularly serious in the past three years, he almost never took leave or left Tongzhou.
Basically, it can be said that Jiang Wenqing had perfect attendance, except for business trips and holidays.
If this happened in later generations, it would definitely earn them a perfect attendance bonus for three years.
Ahem, but the Great Zhou Dynasty doesn't have a perfect attendance award, although it does have a significant Ice and Charcoal Respect award.
This is something anyone can take; it's considered an unspoken rule in officialdom.
If someone who never asks for leave asks for leave, does that mean something really happened?
Master Qian didn't ask any more questions. He went around to another desk, picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing.
This was the first time he had ever written a leave request to his family, and he hoped it would be the last. After all, who starts packing their bags before even sending a leave request?
If the county magistrate's men had been a little slower, the lord might have already entered the capital!
That leave request is too obviously fake, isn't it? The Prefect of the Capital might not punish him, but he would definitely have a bad impression of his superior. How can that be acceptable?
Regarding the year-end performance review, Master Qian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, blew on the ink before it was completely dry, and stuffed it into the envelope.
With his two not-so-long legs, he hurriedly delivered the horse to the county magistrate, specifically instructing him to send a skilled horseman along the way without stopping, and to deliver it to the prefectural governor's office in one go.
Fortunately, it was only a few dozen miles away, otherwise it would have been really difficult for the people on the mission.
The letter was sent out immediately, and Jiang Wenqing left right afterward.
Fortunately, this person was traveling by carriage, which is definitely much slower than riding a horse, and Master Qian breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master, shouldn't we bring more people? The young master said we should be more cautious when traveling."
Steward Wen Er carried large and small bags and threw them onto the carriage, while Jiang Wenqing had already climbed into the carriage.
"Then let's bring a few more, listen to Mingfei. That kid is just too filial, there's really no way to deal with him~"
Butler Wen didn't listen any further, threw his luggage onto the carriage, and went back to fetch someone.
"Oh dear, she's almost forty and still so immature."
Jiang Wenqing hid the letter in his arms even more carefully; it was meant for his father to see, and he couldn't afford to lose it.
"Sir, how long of leave are you requesting? You didn't even let me write it clearly on the note, only saying a few days. What will we do if the prefect blames us?"
“Master Qian, in this urgent situation, we must act expediently. I don’t know how many days it will take, as you know, my son is taking the imperial examination!”
By the time my relative's child gets engaged, the results of the imperial examination will be released soon. I have to wait for my son's results to be released.
"Oh dear, I'm not saying you have to be understanding of your father, but we're both fathers!"
Master Qian sighed helplessly. Why was it always the father who had to understand? Couldn't he understand even a little bit?!
Your own son is still diligently studying the Four Books and Five Classics at school, while your son is about to become a tribute student!
Not to mention, he and Master Xing have been receiving the young master's monthly salary for three years already. How can that be the same?!
In the first year, they were paid twenty taels a month. In the second year, the amount increased by five taels a month. This year, the amount increased by another five taels of silver, making it thirty taels a month!
The reason I haven't said anything is because I'm afraid the adults will feel resentful. They still think they get twenty taels a month!
In these three years, the two clerks alone received nearly nine hundred taels of silver per month, not counting the annual gifts, festival gifts, and all sorts of bonuses.
They couldn't understand why a son would spend over two thousand taels of silver on his father in three years!
This is just for the two of them; the other packages, big and small, that are delivered from time to time must be worth at least a thousand taels of silver.
They had seen it; the jade pendant that the master treasured and always wore was worth several hundred taels of silver, and they heard that it was a gift from the young master when he was a child.
Hmph, I understand even less!
Master Qian's mind raced with calculations, sparks flying everywhere, and the more he calculated, the more envious and jealous he became.
He remained respectful, saying, "Yes, yes, I understand. Please return as soon as possible, sir."
It's not shameful for people to sometimes succumb to money; it's not shameful at all.