The best time is when the sun rises three poles.

Wang Siqi, who was being pushed around in a daze, put on his clothes, and was sleepy-eyed, heard Wu De push open the door and say loudly: "Master! Sorry, you forgot... today we are going to Baoyuan Bureau.

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"What Baoyuan Bureau... I only know Shunfeng Bureau..."

"Ouch! Master, go quickly!"

"Ah... let's go?"

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In the early morning, outside the Baoyuan Bureau, Zhu Gaochi obviously had a look of confusion on his face.

He turned to the eunuch in the East Palace and said, "Did Wang Siqi stay in the East Palace for too long yesterday? Why, almost half an hour has passed since then, and I still haven't seen him come to Baoyuan Bureau to take up his post!"

On the side, all the officials of Baoyuan Bureau, large and small, looked at the giant Buddha not far away with trepidation.

In the Baoyuan Bureau, the top supervisory position is only a small one in the court and cannot be any smaller than the eighth rank.

One of the subordinate ambassadors is the ninth rank, and the deputy ambassador is the ninth rank.

In addition to this, there are other low-ranking officials from the ninth rank to the next. Many of them are temporary workers who do not even have a formal establishment to serve the court. In this way, even though the small Baoyuan Bureau

It is in charge of the central minting power of the entire Ming Dynasty, but in fact the entire Baoyuan Bureau is not big, it can even be said to be small and pitiful. There are five rooms, including a desk room, an exchange room, a money room, a counting room, and a circulation room.

This is basically a summary of what it means to be a steward.

Finally, the tired Wang Siqi arrived at Baoyuan Bureau.

Because it falls under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Industry.

Therefore, Baoyuan Bureau was able to leave a piece of land on the edge of the Imperial City for Baoyuan Bureau.

"I have met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

No matter how bad his eyesight was, Wang Siqi could still see the prince's honor guard waiting here early.

Zhu Gaochi's expression did not change, but he still couldn't help but asked Wang Siqi curiously: "I wonder where you were yesterday and why you didn't come to take office for a long time today. It's already past midnight."

The dot-n-mao system is actually basically the same as the clock-in system of later generations.

The purpose is naturally to supervise officials to appear where they should be on time, especially at the feet of the emperor. There are countless eyes observing everyone in all directions, so this system is also the best implemented.

The place.

Shrugging, Wang Siqi blurted out: "I was in the Hidden Flower Pavilion last night!"

"Hidden Flower Pavilion? Where is that place..."

"Uh...nice place!"

"How good is it?" Zhu Gaochi asked curiously.

"Probably...it's because there are people there who work hard and persistently for their dreams..."

"Forget it! No matter, let me tell you first... Now that the person in charge of Baoyuan Bureau is no longer here, you are the new supervisor of Baoyuan Bureau."

"Supervisor of Baoyuan Bureau?"

After all, Wang Siqi knew a lot about the history of the Ming Dynasty. He immediately realized what kind of errand the Crown Prince had arranged for him, and immediately said: "Your Highness, why don't you go back first? I'll go to the East Palace to bother you later."

How could Zhu Gaochi be willing to leave?

Even if Wang Siqi ordered this general himself.

But he is a prince after all, and a Baoyuan Bureau supervisor is not worthy of a prince coming forward to send him to office. The main reason is that Zhu Gaochi is interested in some of the opinions that come out of Wang Siqi's mouth from time to time.

Say it immediately and wait...

Well...if the prince doesn't leave, Wang Siqi can't just evict him again.

Wang Siqi looked at the officials not far away with interest.

The leader is Baoyuan Bureau Ambassador Feng Zongwu.

His dark face was covered with visible wrinkles, and his expression was reserved. Wang Siqi keenly saw that there were many calluses on the other party's hands. Obviously, this was not a civil servant who only knew how to eat and wait for death in the court.

Feng Zongwu saw Wang Siqi approaching, but the prince did not move.

He quickly and respectfully said: "The Ambassador of Xiaguan Baoyuan Bureau has met Supervisor Wang. I need Mr. Wang to take more care of him in the future."

Before he finished speaking, there was a slightly younger man beside him, who looked to be a few years older than Wang Siqi.

Even though he was a little worried about Zhu Gaochi who was not far away.

But he still looked at Wang Siqi and said, "I don't know whose son you are, but my father is the magistrate of Jurong County, Wang Shu."

"And I am Wang Yihuan."

Wang Siqi was in a daze.

I couldn't help but bend my fingers slightly, pointed at myself, and said in disbelief: "You don't know me?"

"No wonder...you can only be a minor official of the ninth rank here."

When Wang Yihuan heard this, he immediately became a little angry, but after all, he was not a fool. The prince beside him was still in front of him, and Wang Siqi was his superior.

I had to endure it again and again, until my face turned red.

Finally, a sentence came out from between his teeth: "Please be patient, sir."

Seeing the anger and dissatisfaction on Wang Yihuan's face, Wang Siqi also planned to kill him in Baoyuan Bureau and establish rules. He ignored Zhu Gaochi who was standing aside and said loudly: "What? Your father is the county magistrate?"

"Ouch! Then your father will still need to take care of Baoyuan Bureau from now on!"

As soon as these two sentences were spoken, Feng Zongwu felt that something was wrong.

He quickly came out to smooth things over. After all, when Wang Yihuan was able to enter the Baoyuan Bureau as an official, it was because this boy was indeed a bit capable. He was a little behind in terms of fame, but he was a good judge.

Secondly, when the Jurong County Magistrate was planning a future for his son, he thought that the Baoyuan Bureau would be regarded as a Beijing official, so he took the original path of supervision from the Baoyuan Bureau.

He sent his son in. Of course, Baoyuan Bureau is definitely not a good place among the six departments.

We can also get a glimpse of it from the ranks of officials, big and small.

But after all, my father was just the magistrate of Jurong County. Being able to have such energy to keep him in the capital was the result of the Wang family's efforts to push the situation forward.

But how could Wang Yihuan understand Wang Siqi's intention?

I thought that my father's name was indeed effective, so I grinned, feeling a little proud, and then continued: "My lord, this is a bit too much. After all, you are still my superior officer."

"But as long as you and I live in peace in Baoyuan Bureau, when I have free time, I can bring you back to Jurong and introduce him to my father and all my friends."

It has to be said that at this moment Wang Siqi finally understood why the Ming Dynasty's nobles gradually turned into a scourge for the court.

Just the palace of the nobles in the capital, even for an uneducated prodigal like Wang Siqi, is not something Wang Yihuan can compare with.

His Royal Highness also heard it.

Feng Zongwu panicked immediately and quickly waved his hand at Wang Yihuan.

But because the distance was too close, Zhu Gaochi moved his steps and walked slowly.

Feng Zongwu couldn't directly point out that Wang Siqi was digging a hole for Wang Yihuan, but in Wang Yihuan's view, this wave of his hand was just a reminder to himself that he should speak softer.

"Sir! Don't you know your name yet?"

"Haha! My name doesn't matter. I came to Baoyuan Bureau in a hurry to take up my post. I might leave again one day. You can just call me Mr. Wang for now."

Wang Yihuan saw that this man was several years younger than himself.

But no matter whether it is rank or position, he is higher than himself.

Wang Yihuan had no choice but to pinch his nose, cup his hands repeatedly, and call out "Master Wang!".

Who would have expected, at this time.

However, Zhu Gaochi came over, squinted at the people and said with a smile: "It seems that Mr. Wang came to the right place when he came to Baoyuan Bureau. After just chatting for a few words, he established relations with the two ambassadors in charge.

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"It's not that... it's mainly because they agreed to go to Hidden Flower Pavilion tonight and they paid the bill."

"I really can't bear to refuse, and what I hate most in my life is...someone who is full of moral principles but doesn't mean what they say. But think about it, these two ambassadors are definitely not such people!

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Wang Siqi glared at the two of them, while Wang Yihuan was still stunned.
Chapter completed!