Chu Yuening was filled with black lines on her forehead. No wonder A Zheng used to have to review more than 100 kilograms of official documents every day.
I guess 70 kilograms of it are water?
"A Zheng, don't you think the memorials submitted by the officials are too complicated? And most of them contain useless words."
"Indeed, but officials always do that."
Ying Zheng was also somewhat helpless. This was a long-standing tradition, equivalent to the unspoken rules in the workplace.
It was more troublesome to handle when we used bamboo slips in the past, but now it is more efficient after using paper.
"Then, A Zheng, what do you think about the rule that memorials should be within 100 words, and if they exceed one word, there will be a fine of one gold coin?
Chu Yuening smiled evilly and said, let’s see if they dare to add water to the memorials.
If they dare to do it again, it depends on whether the officials’ petty cash can afford it.
"Excellent! Yue Ning is truly clever. I will announce it at the court meeting tomorrow."
Ying Zheng's eyes lit up.
He also did not forget to praise the little fox who was smiling secretly.
One hundred words are enough for officials to explain their business, and even more than enough.
You should know that the language used now is classical Chinese, and an article only has about a hundred words.
Sure enough, after Ying Zheng issued this decree, the memorials from all officials immediately became concise and clear.
I dare not flatter him anymore. After all, no matter how rich he is, he cannot afford to squander it like this.
From then on, Ying Zheng was several times more efficient in handling memorials than before, and he no longer needed to stay up late to work overtime.
Of course, this is a later story, back to the present.
Chu Yuening continued to review and happened to see Lord Luo's memorial.
Looking at it open, the political affairs reported are related to the distribution of sweet potato seedlings next year.
She couldn't help but have an idea and looked up to ask Ying Zheng.
"A Zheng, has the news of the sweet potato harvest been announced in the official newspaper?"
Ying Zheng raised his brows and pondered for a moment.
"No, I plan to announce it next year during the spring plowing season."
"A Zheng, perhaps the people of Daqin need not only food, but also hope."
"With the hope of a good harvest, they will have the courage to continue living, overcoming the cold winter and welcoming the warm spring."
What distinguishes humans from animals is that
Possess irreplaceable emotions and will.
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