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Chapter 739: Three Axes (Part 1)

The number of yamen in the capital is unclear. Of course, the most well-known ones are ministries, courtyards, temples, and supervisors. In addition to ministries, temples, and supervisors, there are countless other yamen named after factories, warehouses, warehouses, bureaus, and halls.

The yamen can basically be responsible for all matters of the royal family and government from birth to death.

In the southwest corner of the capital, not far from Xuanwu Gate, there is a small government office. The gate is only blocked by a worn-out and peeling wooden fence, and a similarly worn-out and peeling plaque hangs on it. Fortunately, you can still clearly see the three "street halls"

Character.

The sub-district department is under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Works, with a special Ichiro official in charge, and then there are several ninth-rank department officials responsible for practical affairs, as well as a number of minor officials and miscellaneous servants.

However, since the beginning of summer this year, there have been two heavy rains in the capital. Although there have been no floods yet, the water level in the Xishan Mountains has risen. Experienced people have judged that if it rains again, the water in the Xishan Mountains will be discharged to the southeast according to the terrain, and the water level in the capital will be discharged.

I'm just afraid of getting flooded outside.

Therefore, the sub-district office responsible for this aspect has been busy. Officials, big and small, have almost all gone out to guard key areas, and arranged for sergeants and craftsmen to seize the time to dredge drainage ditches and rivers, and to raise earth embankments in some dangerous areas.

At this time, there was only one clerk named Yu Sansi on duty in the subdistrict office. He was originally from Sichuan. He failed to study when he was young, so he was recruited to Beijing as an official. After the expiration of nine years, he was transferred to Beijing for outstanding performance.

Being a minor official is one of the "three ways" to enter the officialdom. The other two are the imperial examination and school.

Although he obtained an official status, Yu Sansi's family background would definitely stop there. In the Ming Dynasty, family background determined where your ceiling would be. Jinshi was better than promoting people, and promoting people was better than supervising students. Supervising students was better than miscellaneous jobs.

It doesn't mean much to start from an official position like Jiupin Secretary, which is slightly better than a clerk. There is almost no possibility of advancement. Besides, it is still a ninth-level yamen like the subdistrict office. It doesn't mean much. So Yu Si

My idea is that after this year, I will resign gracefully and go back to my hometown.

But if you want to spend the rest of your life happily in your hometown, money is an indispensable good thing. Recently, someone paid Yu Sansi a sum of money and then asked him to do something, something that sounded simple.

While getting the money, I heard that there was also an instruction from a certain official in the Ministry of Industry, and this official received instructions from a higher level. This made Yu Siwu even more forced to obey.

Yu Sansi was sitting on the porch, and through the gap in the fence, he saw a young figure appearing outside the gate. Although he couldn't see the specific appearance, he knew intuitively that this was probably the person he was waiting for.

"It's coming...it's coming..." Mr. Yu muttered to himself, cheering up and taking a few deep breaths, while still silently reciting the price in his mind.

Provoking the young man to make a scene, twenty taels of silver; provoking the young man to take action, fifty taels of silver; if he is beaten and injured by the young man and causing blood, eighty taels of silver; if he is seriously injured, he will pay more

.If you die, keep adding...

Wealth and silk touch people's hearts, and this amount of money is not a small amount. Yu Siwu is still sure of the task. I heard that Fang Yingwu had a hand with Lang Guan in the Ministry of Personnel, and character determines fate. If you have one, you can have two.

The young man looked arrogant, looked up at the plaque, and muttered: "That plaque!" When he pushed the fence with his hand, he saw that the fence was swaying, and he muttered again: "That plaque!"

After he entered the courtyard, he turned a blind eye to Siwu Yu, but first looked around rudely. Then he deliberately snorted in a voice that Siwu Yu could just hear: "A rotten Yamen!"

Finally, his eyes fell on Siwu Yu, as if he had just seen someone there, he squinted and asked frivolously: "What is the name of this ninth-grade master?"

Yu Sansi couldn't help but burst into flames. The grassroots bosses and bench staff would naturally feel resentful when they saw young dignitaries. You are young and of noble birth, so you can look down on people? Especially the old people who have been in the yamen for decades and have no chance to rise.

For example, he Yu Sansi thinks about Yu Siwu?

However, Secretary Yu quickly recited a few words of "Amitabha Amitayus" to suppress it. Today's task is to provoke the other party, not to be provoked by the other party. He coughed, mustered up his energy and shouted: "I am the Secretary of the Street Department, Yu Sansi

, are you a citizen of Chun'an County who was recruited?"

The young man lazily held his hands in his hands and said, "Excuse me, I received a summons from the street department the day before yesterday." Then he stopped talking, as if to see what you can do to me.

Yu Sansi suddenly thought of something, stretched his neck to look out the door, and asked again: "You don't have any followers?" Fang Yingwu sneered: "Aren't you recruiting me to serve as an errand? What do you want followers to do? Is this a dragon's pool and a tiger's den?

Can’t do it?”

"Idiot!" Yu Sansi secretly complained, just like a gentleman can bully him. Do you think this is the court you are familiar with? The bottom yamen is far away from the rivers and lakes, which is different from the temple. An old rivers and lakes can teach you in minutes

The high and mighty old men behave as human beings.

It is said that Secretary Yu is an old official who is responsible for specific affairs. He is familiar with the routines of public affairs. He is very good at guessing people's hearts and knows what to do to anger the other party.

After calming down, Yu Sansi returned to his seat, leaned on the Taishi chair, looked even more lazy, and said in the cold tone unique to a yamen official: "You are the last one to report on the list of responsibilities submitted by your province, and it's very important.

If you are later than others, you will be fined money according to the rules..."

Bang! Before Mr. Yu finished his words, he saw two small silver ingots hitting the public case, whirling in circles. When he raised his head, he saw Fang Yingwu asking contemptuously: "Is it enough?"

Secretary Yu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt very upset. He habitually followed the three-axe routine and started with the fine. I don’t know how many requisitioned migrant workers cried when they heard about the fine, but they didn’t think about it. In fact, this

Recruiting is useless against the young man in front of you! This young man has been a county magistrate for three years. He is not the common ungrounded and poor Beijing official. A fine of a few taels of silver is nothing!

That’s not right! Mr. Yu discovered something strange again. If they are powerful people, even if they do something wrong, they will not pay the fine. This is regarded as a sign of incompetence, and it will be embarrassing to spread the word, so they are more accustomed to using their power.

to solve the problem. And why did the young man in front of me hand over the money so happily and not be ashamed of being fined?

As if feeling the naked and undisguised contempt in the eyes of the young man opposite, Yu Siwu felt slightly absent-minded. Lao Jianghu also made a mistake. The force of inertia of decades is very powerful, and Yu Siwu of the old Yamen subconsciously fell into a trance.

Then he said: "Let me study your matter for a while. You can go back today!"

This is Secretary Yu’s second tip. How many migrant workers who came here to do things in a hurry knelt down on the spot when they heard this. How long will it take to study? How many more times? These are all unfathomable mysteries. Of course, if it were replaced by someone People who are powerful and have a higher self-esteem often get angry on the spot after being perfunctory.

"Ah? Okay!" Fang Yingwu agreed happily, turned around and left.

Yu Siwu suddenly realized that the situation was different today. The other party was not begging for him! He wanted to give himself a slap in the face and hurriedly shouted: "Wait a minute!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster. !

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