Chapter four hundred and ninetieth bad feeling......
When Fang Yingwu was talking to the clerk, the crowd behind him was surprised. They were all officials waiting to be elected from various places in Beijing. Whoever joined the official department had to put away their official power and behave in a low-key manner?
But it was really incredible to see the young man in front of me being aggressive towards the scribes in the official department, while the old scribes in the official department were timid.
"It turns out that's Fang Yingwu. I heard that this person has a very hard life."
"Yes, he and Lin Jun both went to prison at the end of last year. As a result, Lin Jun was imprisoned and almost beheaded. Finally, he was sent to Yunnan, but Fang Yingwu was unscathed."
Although Fang Yingwu was admired by the unknown officials behind him, as the person involved, Fang Yingwu was still helpless and sulky. All the officials in the Literature and Selection Department were avoiding him, so he couldn't just chase him home and pester him, right?
However, the only people in the Literary and Selection Department who are effective are ministers, and ministers do not have much actual power. As a county magistrate, it is not easy for him to go directly to the official minister. That would be too ignorant of the importance, not overestimating his own capabilities, and inconsistent with the rules of the officialdom.
So Fang Yingwu came out in dismay, stood outside the gate of the Ministry of Personnel, looked up to the sky and sighed, turned around and went to the next door to the Ministry of Household Affairs to visit, because Hong Song was here.
After the imperial examination this year, it goes without saying that my friend Hong Song was named on the gold medal list, and then came the period of watching the government. Hong Song was assigned to the Ministry of Household Affairs to watch the government and became a glorious Jinshi (senior intern).
Since Fang Yingwu had already arrived at the Ministry of Personnel, it was reasonable to drop by the Ministry of Finance next door to see his friends.
It was getting late in the evening, so Hong Song left the government office. He and Fang Yingwu came to Qipan Street and found a restaurant to drink. At the same time, he sent a servant to call Xiang Chengxian.
The two chatted casually, and Hong Song unknowingly talked about what he saw and heard in the Hubu. He couldn't help but sigh: "The Hubu is indeed the largest yamen among the six bureaus. It is in charge of the world's money and food, taxation, household registration, land and land.
, the number of officials and the complexity of affairs are the highest among all the yamen."
Fang Yingwu smiled and said: "The household department is mostly concerned with accounting affairs. It may be complicated, but what's the problem?"
Hong Song said sternly: "Brother Fang Xian, don't neglect the household affairs. As the saying goes, a slight difference can make a difference a thousand miles! What's more, it is not without difficulties. For example, the Minister of Yin is currently facing difficulties!"
Fang Yingwu asked curiously: "What's the problem with Yin Shangshu?"
Hong Song said: "Brother Fang Xian, have you ever heard that half of the world's wealth comes from the southeast? This southeast is Suzhou, Songjiang, and Changzhou. Last year, there was a flood in Susong. Although the court reduced the money and grain by hundreds of thousands, it still owed a lot.
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Moreover, Su Song has the heaviest taxes. There are already a lot of arrears over the years. Last year, there was another disaster. If the accumulation accumulates to this year, he will probably be in arrears again. Su Song is the foundation of the world's finance and taxation. If there is a large amount of arrears in consecutive years, the national treasury will be insufficient.
, How can Yin Shangshu not encounter difficulties?"
Fang Yingwu thought for a while, "Brother Hong, don't you want to show off? I'll give you an idea. You can go to the imperial court and ask the imperial court to send a powerful minister as an imperial envoy to be stationed in Wuzhong to supervise the grain. How can you collect more?"
It’s better to come up here than sit down and worry about it!”
Hong Song was inexperienced in political affairs, so he didn't think of this. Hearing the words, he said: "This is indeed an idea! The court is thousands of miles away from Su Song, and it is out of reach to urge money and food. It would be much better if there is an imperial envoy to take charge.
I will go to the office tomorrow to talk about the matter! It’s just that this imperial envoy’s task is very difficult, and he may be infamy, and he doesn’t know who will be blamed for it.”
This job is indeed not a good job. Scholars subconsciously have the concept of frivolous corvee and low endowment. Being responsible for supervising food always feels a bit like breaking the bones and sucking the marrow.
Of course, it doesn’t matter if you are just a little uncomfortable, as long as you overcome it, but there are two more terrible points. First, the Jiangnan area has a very strong literary style and a lot of scholars. They also like to talk the most. Going there to collect taxes and supervise food supplies is very harmful to one’s reputation.
No good.
Second, in recent years, the imperial examination system in Jiangnan has gradually become more and more prosperous. There are many gentry families in the country, and they are all difficult to deal with. Going to supervise grain production is simply an offending thing.
Fang Yingwu couldn't help but laugh a few times: "Anyway, you just have to make suggestions. Anyway, such important tasks as imperial envoys are not for people like you and me to do. I don't care who is unlucky enough to run into this!"
While the two were discussing, Xiang Chengxian arrived, sat down in his seat and asked impatiently: "Is the selection of officials accurate?"
Fang Yingwu lamented and sighed: "I went to the Ministry of Personnel today, but I still don't know. We, the officials, are always in control of our own actions. There is a poem in Du Gongbu, which is like a floating sand gull."
Xiang Chengxian responded angrily: "I didn't ask you, so don't rush out and lament. You have a solid background and don't have to wait for me! I'm asking Brother Hong!"
Hong Song smiled and replied: "Brother, don't be anxious. Let's observe the government for half a year before we talk. However, Brother Fang Xian has been idle for a long time. I don't know what his plans are."
Fang Yingwu thought for a while, "It's just a joke to others if you keep putting it off like this. I plan to ask the court for a three-month leave! This year is the 70th birthday of Mr. Shang. I just want to go back to my hometown to celebrate Mr. Shang's birthday!"
Hong Song nodded and said: "This is not bad. It fulfills the relationship between teacher and student. When the time comes, I will ask Brother Fang Xian to give me a birthday gift."
Fang Yingwu said a few words to Hong Song, but saw Xiang Chengxian scratching his head and couldn't help but ask: "Do you have something to say?"
Xiang Chengxian immediately said triumphantly: "I heard the news today that our Shanxi Taoist censor is going to be promoted, and the Metropolitan Procuratorate wants me to take over as the censor!"
The chief censor is actually still a censor, and his rank is still the seventh rank. Moreover, the chief censor is just a title agreed upon by the Metropolitan Procuratorate. But compared with ordinary censors, the status is different, and promotions can also be promoted directly.
Fifth grade.
Hearing the good news about Xiang Chengxian, Fang Yingwu and Hong Song were both happy for him. They raised their glasses and said: "The censorship depends on reputation. You must seize the opportunity and work harder in the near future.
Write some memorials, discuss more government affairs, and build momentum!"
Xiang Chengxian patted his head and said, "That's right! During this period of time, I'm going to be sparring once a day to let more people know who I am, Xiang Chengxian!"
The three of them dispersed after all their excitement. The next day, Hong Song did not forget what he said last night and began to write the first chapter of his life - a petition to the imperial court to send an imperial envoy to supervise the food supply.
This memorial was sent to the cabinet, and was drafted as "distributed to the ministry for discussion". It was approved by the Supervisor of Rites, and reached the hands of Yin Shangshu of the Ministry of Revenue.
Of course, Yin Shangshu agreed with this, and wrote his opinions in detail in the recital, "The candidates for the imperial envoy must be young, strong, strong, and familiar with the place.
Only when you are young and strong can you adapt to the fatigue of traveling and traveling; only when you are familiar with the place can you grasp the customs of the southeast; only when you have strong moral character can you serve the public wholeheartedly and not be afraid of difficulties."
Before resuming the performance, Yin Shangshu also showed Hong Song his answer. But when Hong Song saw the three conditions, he suddenly had some bad premonitions (to be continued.)