Chapter 552: What does Ni Sun mean? Can you prepare funeral arrangements for us in advance?

Author: flaming chicken fir

Chapter 552: What does Ni Sun mean? Can you prepare funeral arrangements for us in advance?

Although it was already dark, the Beigong Telegraph Office was still brightly lit.

The person in charge of the telegraph department was all in charge, staring at two bloodshot eyes, constantly flipping through the deciphered telegrams one after another, and then handed them to the secretaries behind him, asking them to sort them and distribute them to the six departments in the capital.

Jiuqing, as well as the cabinet and other institutions.

Generally speaking, as long as it didn't involve the emperor's grandson, he didn't need to pay attention to it. Naturally, he had a deputy to help him handle it.

It's just that he knows his identity and how many people are watching his position, and he doesn't dare to neglect at all, so he does everything in detail.

After all, his brother Qi Tai can help him for a while, but he cannot help him forever. He did not come from the imperial examination system, but was just an Imperial College student. To be able to take charge of such an important department is really a blessing.

After finishing the work at hand, Quan heard the office bell strike eleven.

"Is it Haishi?"

"Return to the bachelor's party at the beginning of Haishi!"

"Let me tell you, please stop what you are doing. I will treat you to a midnight snack today!"

As soon as Qi Qi said these words, everyone in the office burst into cheers.

"Scholar Qi is mighty!"

"Bachelor Qi is awesome!"

"Bachelor Qi, I want to eat crystal elbow, can you arrange it, hahaha..."

After hearing this, Quan Quan shouted back angrily.

"I'm not short of money. The key is that the restaurants outside are not waiting for you!"

"The conditions in our Beigong are simple. We can eat whatever is available in the kitchen. As for the crystal elbows, when we take a bath, I will treat them to you alone!"

"okay!"

"It has to be Bachelor Qi. Treating guests to dinner is never ambiguous!"

The condition of the imperial dining room in Beigong cannot be said to be very bad, but it is indeed a bit shabby compared with the imperial dining room in the imperial palace.

Even so, they still prepared more than a dozen dishes, plus staple food such as soup noodles and meat porridge, to provide extra meals for the people at the news desk.

These people were indeed starving. After working day and night, they were so hungry that their chests pressed against their backs. When the food was served, they all pounced on it like hungry tigers. It didn’t take long for the rice bowl to reach the bottom.

"Comrades, let's hold on for a few more days, and we won't be so busy when the emperor's grandson comes back!"

"Don't worry, Bachelor Qi, we understand!"

"Hey, why do you have a whole preserved egg in your bowl? Give me half of it!"

"No distinction!"

"I brought this from home!"

"fart!"

"We have been trapped here for half a month. When did you go back home?"

"Grandpa Xu, if you continue to fool around like this, we can tell the emperor's grandson and let the emperor's grandson deduct your grandson's salary!"

Xu Xingzu had retired a long time ago, but he couldn't stay idle, so he came to Zhu Yunxi's Beigong to provide for his retirement.

He doesn't usually cook. Only when he can't sleep at night, he will prepare some meals for these night owls, which is used as a way to exercise.

However, both his son and grandson were re-employed. The son served as the steward in the royal kitchen of the palace, and the grandson served as the steward in the Beigong.

When Xu Xingzu heard this threat, he immediately pretended to be angry.

"You're the only one with a lot of things to do!"

"We still have half a preserved egg here, so hurry up and shut your mouth!"

"okay!"

Xu Xingzu scooped half of the preserved egg into the man's bowl, picked up the spoon, banged the iron basin, and shouted to the Confucian scholars who had been drinking porridge for a week.

"Is there anyone who is not full? Hurry up and serve some food. We don't have much left here!"

While Xu Xingzu was carrying out the "Compact Disc" operation, he suddenly heard an old voice ringing in his ear.

"Bring us a bowl!"

When Xu Xingzu heard this familiar voice, he immediately looked back with surprise.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?"

Lao Zhu looked at this old man with a smile. Seeing that he was still able to carry the rice bowl and wave the rice spoon well despite his age, he was sincerely happy for him.

"hurry up!"

"We are almost starving!"

"Hey!"

"Old slave, I will serve rice to the emperor now!"

Xu Xingzu quickly served Lao Zhu a bowl of preserved egg and lean meat porridge. This was the recipe he learned from Zhu Yunxi. He immediately found that it tasted pretty good, and he got out of hand from then on.

"Your Majesty, this is the young master's invention of eating it. It tastes quite good!"

Lao Zhu took the rice bowl and took a sip, and couldn't help but say something.

"It tastes really good, but should the preserved egg be chopped more finely?"

"Look at the difference between cutting this thing up and leaving it whole!"

Xu Xingzu scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Aren't we getting older and have poor eyesight, so we are afraid of accidentally cutting our hands..."

Lao Zhu complained with a bit of pity when he heard this.

"You are already so old. You can just leave some work to others, why do you need to do it yourself?"

Xu Xingzu rubbed his hands in embarrassment.

"Can't stay idle..."

"Old slave is destined to work hard. If you let me stay here every day, it will shorten your life span. If I don't do it, I will quit. Hehehehe..."

"You, you..."

Seeing Xu Xingzu say this, Lao Zhu had no choice but to ignore him and concentrate on drinking porridge.

Not long after, Lao Zhu finished his bowl of porridge and felt comfortable all over.

"Walk!"

"Let's go get down to business!"

Xu Xingzu asked curiously after hearing this.

"Your Majesty, you came here so late, what big thing happened?"

Lao Zhu shook his head with a smile.

"It's nothing serious, we just came to see if Nisun is filial!"

"oh……"

Lao Zhu came to Qi Qi, who was kneeling on the ground, and kicked the relative with his feet.

"Find our eldest grandson's telegrams from this period!"

"well!"

"I obey the order!"

Quan Quan hurriedly got up and rummaged around on the table, but there were too many documents on his table. Telegrams from the thirteen provinces of the Ming Dynasty, hundreds of prefectures and counties, as well as overseas vassal states, etc., all had to be summarized to him, making it difficult for him to do so.

She is inundated with a huge amount of telegrams every day.

"Can you find it?"

Quan Quan became even more panicked when he heard Lao Zhu's impatient words, and hurriedly pulled out a box from under the table.

"Your Majesty, all the telegrams from His Royal Highness the Emperor and Grandson these days are here. Which ones do you want to see?"

Lao Zhu was dumbfounded when he saw a whole box of telegrams. He knew about telegrams. A telegram only contained a few words, and some even had only a few words.

From this we can see how many telegram messages are contained in the large box of documents in front of us.

"Why so many?"

"Your Majesty, this is just for the past month. If we count the whole year, it can fill Wei Chen's house."

"oh?"

Lao Zhu reached out and pulled Qi Qi aside, sat down on Qi Qi's office chair, and picked up a handful of small notes from the box, reading them one by one.
To be continued...