Aunt Qiao said angrily, "Yes, yes, I made a mistake!" Then she turned around and smiled at Xianjin, "Your teacher often talks about you, saying that you are smart and hardworking, kind and generous, decisive and calm... All the good words in the world are about you..."
Oh~ Director Qiao~ So you are this kind of director. You may scold her in public, but you are proud of her behind her back!
Xianjin tried to blush and pretend to be embarrassed, but after a long time, his face looked righteous and he looked as if he had a clear conscience.
Qiao Fangzhi: “…”
He is truly a good disciple of his, and has inherited the same shamelessness from his predecessor.
After chatting for a few more words, Qiao Fangzhi put down the teacup and asked, "What are your plans for the next few days in Beijing?"
Xianjin said in a gentle voice, "Tomorrow I will go to the Jiaozi Administration Office. Wu Dajian gave me a visiting card and asked me to have a good chat about the feasibility of using Xuan paper to issue banknotes. Tomorrow afternoon I will go to the Honglu Temple. Cheng Shaoqing asked me to have a good chat about the details of the imperial edict paper and the school doctrine for sending to Japan. The Ministry of Revenue and the Ministry of Finance will hold a small meeting the day after tomorrow. In the afternoon, I will go to the Imperial College to ask about the issuance of Jiaozi... The arrangements for the next few days will be discussed according to the results of the three-day meeting."
So busy.
Ning Yuanhou, with a big shaggy beard, spoke in a clumsy official language: "Oh! Don't be so busy, go watch the acrobatics first tomorrow! There is endless work to be done!"
Well... I think I'm going to take her to make some tea soon... It feels like a relaxing experience after visiting the ancestral temple and then going to the parade...
It is really rare to see military commanders with such a relaxed feeling that everything in life is just a breeze.
Xianjin unconsciously turned his head to look at Qiao Hui.
Qiao Hui was leaning back in his chair, his right hand supporting his chin, and he made a mouth shape to Xianjin, "Guangdong people..."
Well, flip-flops and tea drinking, you are right.
Qiao Fangzhi frowned speechlessly: "You two should shut up first."
A beloved disciple who praised his father for taking care of children, and a beloved disciple who taught his father for doing nothing and wasting time, both were killed!
Qiao Hui half-propped himself up and made a gesture of wiping his neck towards Xianjin.
Xianjin smiled very secretly.
No one noticed that a pair of eyes were moving back and forth between them.
Qiao Fangzhi turned around and nodded to Xianjin: "It's right for you to go to the Ministry of Promotion first. Wu Dajian was the chief eunuch in charge of the Ganyang Palace before the Grand Princess left for the northwest. With his endorsement, if you go elsewhere, it will be like holding the imperial sword."
Making Jiaozi is not as simple as making a piece of paper and submitting it for assignment.
There were many departments in the court responsible for this matter. The Jiaozi Affairs Office was passed down since the Song Dynasty and was mainly responsible for the production of Jiaozi; the Ministry of Revenue was responsible for calculating the quantity and time of Jiaozi issuance; and the Imperial College was responsible for direct issuance.
Production is very complicated, and accounting and distribution are not simple either.
Some were issued directly from the imperial court, while others were issued through provinces, states, and prefectures.
The production process is complicated and the issuance process is complicated. Although Xianjin is the lowest-level supplier of Jiaozi and does not need to bear the heavy task related to the country's destiny, it is inevitable that there will be a "one-to-many" reality where Party B has multiple connections with Party A.
For example, Xianjin needs to understand the requirements of the Jiaozi Affairs Office for Jiaozi paper, understand the issuance rules of the Ministry of Revenue in order to prepare stocks and purchase materials, and understand the issuance methods of the Imperial College in order to avoid transportation and storage risks - these needs are likely to conflict.
For example, the Jiaozi Affairs Office must have hoped that the Jiaozi would be light enough for easy carrying, but the Imperial College, which was in charge of the specific matters of releasing the Jiaozi, must have expected the Jiaozi to be wear-resistant, and eventually become as hard as kraft paper and not easily worn out - how could both be satisfied at the same time?
It’s light, unbreakable, and easy to carry—sorry, plastic bags weren’t invented yet.
Putting aside the conflicting demands of the various parties themselves, it is very likely that these parties do not get along with each other.
For example, the Jiaozi Administration Office is controlled by the cronies of the powerful, mostly eunuchs. While satisfying the demands of the powerful, they also need to take care of their material or spiritual needs as they have no descendants. The Ministry of Revenue is run by politicians. It is said that the current Minister of Revenue, Hu Bingzhi, quickly switched sides after the eldest princess took office and won himself a place in the trade delegation to Japan. But just last month, he betrothed his young daughter to the grandson of Li Ge Lao who was left in his hometown. His idea is to lean on whoever is stronger.
The Imperial Academy was neutral. No matter who was in power, all students who graduated from the Imperial Academy were disciples of the emperor.
The three fathers of Party A are playing a game, and the only one who is being dragged into it is the poor grandson of Party B.
Qiao Fangzhi calmly analyzed the matter on Xianjin's hands and quickly made an instruction: "You were originally chosen by the Grand Princess. The Jiaozi Administration Office will not deliberately harm you, but you must be careful that Wu Dajian will trip you up and instigate you to fight with the Ministry of Revenue. But don't be afraid. Treat him with respect. Don't call him Dajian, call him Sir. He won't make things too difficult for my disciple Qiao. "
"Imperial Academy, I'm writing you a letter. If anyone dares to set a trap for you, write down his name and come back to me. I won't kill him."
"As for the Ministry of Revenue..."
Qiao Fangzhi pondered, "The Minister of Revenue, Hu Bingzhi, is an old fox. He won't handle this matter personally. His deputy Huang Qiqian is from Huai'an Prefecture and studied in Qingcheng Mountain Academy for two years. You can first see which deputy in the Ministry of Revenue is in charge of this matter. If it's someone else, I will write to Huang Qiqian and ask him to take over this matter."
Xianjin: I was so moved that my eyes were filled with tears!
I feel like it doesn’t matter if she messes up, just wait and see how satisfying it is when your master opens the gate of heaven for you!
Qiao Fangzhi added: "The Japanese imperial edict and private school teachings are more about form than content. The key point is the role of the Japanese envoys. You are just a sidekick. I am not familiar with Cheng Shaoqing of the Honglu Temple. I will ask Baoyuan to send you there tomorrow afternoon."
Qiao Hui:?
"How do you know I have nothing to do tomorrow?" Qiao Hui frowned.
Qiao Fangzhi had no expression on his face: "Then what's wrong with you?"
"No, nothing."
Qiao Fangzhi looked at Qiao Hui as if he were looking at a simple-minded pheasant. "If the Beijing Guard Command has things to do, the capital will be in chaos. Tomorrow afternoon, you will personally drive the carriage to send Jin Jie'er to the Honglu Temple, harness all your sleek northern frontier horses, and try to show off as much as possible."
Qiao Hui endured for a long time: "Can you please not use the word 'slick and slick' to describe my northern border horses? It always gives me the illusion that my hands are covered in oil after I put them on the saddle!"
There was a soft and charming "puff" sound from the hall.
Everyone turned their eyes to the bottom.
The Jiang family sister mentioned by Qiao Fangzhi was blushing, raising her little finger, covering her mouth with a handkerchief, and stammering shyly, "...It's always fun to listen to Brother Baoyuan talk. I'm sorry to bother everyone to talk about business."
Xianjin turned his head calmly and raised his eyebrows at Qiao Hui with a smile - "Oh? Brother Baoyuan?"
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