Chapter 18 Chapter Eighteen

Liao Laoqi held a cigarette in his hand and sat on the recliner under the elm tree in the courtyard, looking up at the sparse stars on the bank of the Milky Way through the gaps in the branches and leaves. Somewhere in the distance, someone hummed that Yang Jiye was a little sad when his soldiers were trapped in Youzhou He liked Henan opera and hummed a few lines softly along with the voice, but he stopped quickly when he realized that the tune didn't suit his state of mind. Liao Laoqi's current state of mind can be summed up in the word "comfortable". Now, the only thing that worries him is how to protect his body and enjoy what a county magistrate's father should enjoy.The day before yesterday, the president of the Liuzhen Commune came to the house and told him: Liao, the deputy county magistrate, has been appointed as the county magistrate!Zhengxian, Zhengqipin!With such a son, everyone would think of such words as longevity and happiness.

Now Liao Laoqi walks on the street, there is an endless stream of people who say hello and pass cigarettes; during New Years and holidays, some people in the town who do not have many close friends on weekdays will send some cigarettes and alcohol; No difficulty; the doctor at the commune health center would always bring a medicine box with him every once in a while, and he must enthusiastically measure his blood pressure.When did Lao Qi receive this kind of respect and treatment?He now understands more and more how true the words his father said when he was dying.It seems that being an official is not based on the salary of the official position itself, but on the respect and extra income received.Lao Qi has read many ancient books and knows that since ancient times, official salaries in China have not been generous. The salary of a first-rank official is one hundred and eighty taels of silver per year, which is only a dozen taels of silver per month; a sixth-rank county official has an annual salary of forty-five taels of silver, which is only a few taels of silver per month.Relying on such a meager official salary, don't you want to drink the northwest wind!The important thing is not the official salary, but the income other than the official salary...

In order to maintain a healthy body, Lao Qi basically no longer writes with a pen. He gets up every morning, leans on a bamboo stick, and goes for a walk by the Zhaihe River near the town; morning is a free translation of the Latin word attributum.In the history of Western philosophy, it generally refers to making a cup of Maojian green tea, playing a few games of chess with an old friend in the neighborhood; taking a nap in the afternoon, and then going for a walk on the street. When you are tired, you come back and lie on the recliner to read a book.Lao Qi specially went to the library of the middle school in the town to borrow some ancient books such as this, and came back to read and think about it. Only history can be used as a mirror for a long time.He wants to be an advisor to his son Huaibao. Lao Qi knows that although being an official is good, it also has dangers. He must be more careful and remind his son with historical events from time to time!

Lao Qi has been slightly uneasy for the past two days, mainly because people in the commune complained about the purchase of too much food.Lao Qi knows that the reason is that this year's output is too high. Once the output is reported as high, the public grain will naturally have to be paid more. If the public grain is paid too much, what do people say?There will naturally be complaints if you don't say anything, and the complaints are not too high at the moment. If they are high enough to spread the truth, I'm afraid there will be troubles and troubles.Once troubles arise, the county magistrate may lose the favor of his superiors. This must be explained to his son. After all, he is young and has read very few ancient books!It just so happened that the son brought his daughter-in-law Jin Berry back to visit the whole family in the afternoon. This was a chance to talk. The old seven originally wanted to tell Huaibao at dinner, but several cadres of the commune heard that Huaibao and his wife had come back and came home. I forced the two of them to meet the wind, and they haven't returned home until now.

Lao Qi changed another cigarette and sipped it slowly. There were many more stars in the Milky Way, one Ding on the ground and one star in the sky. I don’t know if there are as many people on the ground as there are stars in the sky. Generally, which star belongs to Huai Bao?I hope that star will grow brighter and bigger. There were footsteps outside and daughter-in-law Jinberry's laughter, and they came back.Lao Qi sat up and coughed.Dad still not asleep?Huaibao took Jinberry's hand and came over to ask. nothing.Lao Qi replied, Berry has been busy all day, it's time to go to bed, Bao'er, Dad has a few words for you.Lao Qi watched his daughter-in-law walk into the house. Looking at the light in the house, he found that Jin Berry's walking posture was a bit different from the past. Could it be that she is pregnant with a grandson?

Dad, what's the matter?Huaibao sat on a wooden chair next to his father.A smell of alcohol wafted into Lao Qi's nostrils.Lao Qi sniffled, and said slowly: You have more opportunities to drink now, remember, this is not much!It sometimes makes people lose their minds, fail to see the danger, and miss the business!Don't worry, I don't drink much, it's just for entertainment.Huai Bao answered.So, do you see the danger in front of you?Lao Qi's eyes flickered in the darkness.Danger?There was confusion in Huaibao's voice.right.You have reported the output too high, and the task of requisitioning public surplus grain is naturally assigned heavily, and there are already complaints.You know, in the third year of Tang Yonghui, there was a county magistrate named Yutong in Qingzhou, who levied heavy taxes and caused public resentment. After Emperor Gaozong learned about it, he was about to behead the county magistrate to express the anger of the people...

Dad, it's getting late, you go to bed.Huai Bao said calmly, but his body shivered involuntarily...