Yan Song's duty room was actually a small study room, with a strong sandalwood filled the air, which was similar to the smell of Wanshou Palace. Yan Song was lying in front of the case and reviewing the memorial.

It is somewhat different from the image of a treacherous minister in later generations, without a mean face or a cunning eye. After his observation during this period, he is just a diligent old man.

"Sir, please see the elder!" Lin Qingran entered the duty room and saluted respectfully at Yan Song.

Every successful person is worth learning. It is actually biased to say that Yan Song was promoted by embracing Jiajing. Yan Song was very diligent and devoted almost all his time to government affairs and Qing Ci, and was more wise than many people imagined. He was a good at handling government affairs.

Jiajing's Taoist construction costs were huge, the Japanese disaster in Jiangsu and Zhejiang intensified, the north was repeatedly invaded, and the national tax revenue was on a downward trend. Now the overall pattern of the Ming Dynasty is stable, Yan Song has indeed made some contributions.

Yan Song's throat was itchy, he coughed lightly, but there was no phlegm. He raised his head and looked at Lin Weiran, and said in a hoarse voice: "You sit first!"

"Abide by the order!" Lin Qingran bowed and sat down carefully in the chair. Following the way of becoming an official in later generations, his butt was sitting on the chair, but he did not dare to make it true.

After Yan Song wrote a memorial to write a note, he looked up at Lin Xuran and said, "Although you were promoted to Hanlin Secretariat, there were insufficient staff in the cabinet, so you have to be Si Zhilang for the time being."

"Sir, obey the order!" Lin Weiran bowed his hand, not disgusted. Although Si Zhilang's work was a bit hard, he enjoyed it and was able to get in touch with the most core secrets of the Ming Dynasty.

Yan Song nodded slightly, coughed dryly in his throat, and then said: "The walls of the outer city are being built. You don't need to report the cabinet tomorrow. Go directly to the outer city to inspect the situation, and then tell me the situation...!"

"Are you going to check the construction period progress or the construction materials items?" Lin Qingran hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Yan Song and asked.

This time, he could not guess Yan Song's intentions, so he made a slight introspection.

If Yan Song asked him to supervise the progress of the project, then go to inspect whether the Ministry of Works has slacked off; if Yan Song asked him to check the materials, then it was to supervise whether the Ministry of Works had cut corners.

The former is a relatively normal responsibility, just go to the construction site to convey Yan Song’s importance; the latter is undoubtedly more complicated, and you need to keep your eyes open to see if there is any greed.

Yan Song put down the memorial, looked up at Lin Qingran and said seriously: "This piece of paper is used to get the money, so every penny has to be spent to make it real, do you understand?"

"The official understands!" Lin Qingran solemnly bowed and had already understood Yan Song's intention.

Although Yan Song is undoubtedly a corrupt official, he knows how to restrain himself. This time he was sent to supervise the worker outside the city, in fact, to warn some people to make those people restrain themselves.

After Lin Qingran left, Yan Song slowly raised his head and sighed deeply.

Si Zhilang is so powerful that he regrets it now. He should have let Lu Ben preside over the exam at the beginning. If that is the case, this person will be used by himself and will be able to shoulder the burden of the Ming Dynasty in the future.

The next morning, Lin Weiran did not report to Xiyuan and took the sedan chair to the outer city.

Beijing City has a square layout, a Hui-shaped building, divided into three levels: outer city, inner city and Forbidden City. This urban layout also divides people's reputation and humbleness, and the outer city is full of poor people and vagrants.

After exiting Chongwen Gate, the sedan chair went straight to a certain city wall in the outer city.

It seemed to be in full swing, with hundreds of soldiers and corvee labor carrying bricks, and some officials from the Ministry of Works were directing craftsmen to repair the collapsed city walls here.

Lin Weiran pulled open the bridge curtain and came down. Today he deliberately wore a brand new official robe, squinted his eyes and looked at the enthusiastic scene here, knowing that there might not be any slacking off here.

"Sir, please see the lecturer!" An obese official wearing the eighth-rank official uniform came over and saluted respectfully at Lin Junran.

Lin Qingran looked at the obese official with dark skin, and said with a smile between his eyebrows: "Brother Yang, how long hasn't seen you? You just want to be transferred to the Ministry of Justice?"

"Don't mention it, the silver liang was a pity for buying it. Now I regret it!" Yang Futian also smiled and complained with a silk scarf wiping the sweat on his forehead.

He had previously thought that the Ministry of Works had a lot of oil and water, so he was assigned to the Ministry of Works as the trainee chief. He was quite happy. However, after a hard life in the Ministry of Works' office, he did not expect that the hard work was still there and he was sent to the construction site to supervise the work.

Over the years, he has learned the hard work of officials at the bottom of the Ministry of Works. He was exposed to the sun and rain every day, and his body lost more than ten pounds. His previous fair face turned into Bao Longtu, which was really miserable.

In contrast, Lin Weiran, in front of him, lived a comfortable and leisurely life in the Hanlin Academy. Although he was pretending to be a grandson in the cabinet, he was able to sit with the Minister of Works at the Sixth Ministry. He was promoted within a few days. This is really awesome.

However, Yang Futian knew that Lin Qiran was happy from the bottom of his heart after he was promoted. He always felt that Lin Qiran had a long-term future and with his ability, he would definitely become the chief minister in the future.

In addition, he felt that hugging Lin Weiran's thighs was even better than hugging the thighs of the Minister of Works.

Since they didn't get together on the fifteenth day of this month, the two hadn't met for nearly a month and started chatting happily. Yang Futian talked about the affairs of the Ministry of Works, while Lin Weiran talked about the causes and consequences of his promotion.

From Feng Bao's mouth, Lin Qingran also knew what happened in Zichen Palace that day. Yan Hao did not support Cao Dazhang, Xu Jie did not support Xu Beichen, and Wu Shan did not oppose him, so he finally found this big advantage.

Of course, the price he has to pay is not small, and he will be helped on Wushan, the most powerless chariot.

While talking, the two of them climbed the city wall from the stairs. This section of the city wall has been repaired, the blue bricks are neatly laid, and there is a scent of rice, which allows you to see the scenery on both sides.

Outside are open flat ground and the mountains and forests in the distance, and inside are houses.

While walking on the city wall, the two suddenly saw several soldiers gathering in front of them, looking down with red faces.

When they looked down, they couldn't help but be stunned, but they saw the carriage swaying rhythmically. The two looked at each other and continued to appreciate it tacitly.
Chapter completed!