"And," Zhu Cilang said helplessly, "His Majesty the Father can no longer hold on. He always wants to shake the imperial system and reorganize the world. But he refuses to rub the sand in his eyes and cannot tolerate those greedy and mediocre ministers, so that even greedy and mediocre ministers are gone now."

Song Hongye was quite difficult to understand and said in his heart: Not to mention the Supreme Emperor of the Nine Five, just how many ordinary people have the eyes that have sand in their eyes and evil people in their hearts? Don’t you also hate greed, mediocre, and lazy people?

However, after hearing the last sentence, Song Hongye understood. The prince meant that officials who were greedy and mediocre had to do things at least, but today's ministers not only greedy and mediocre, but also did not do things!

——Is the country really bad enough?

Song Hongye felt a chill, and for the first time he felt that the disaster of the country was so close to him.

"Zhenhua." The prince suddenly called Song Hongye's name, which immediately made Song Hongye flattered and quickly agreed. "Help me go and find Chen Tingyang, the Imperial College Supervisor. Tell him clearly that I want to see him. He will answer whatever he asks. Don't hide it, just don't be too arrogant."

"Abide by the order." Song Hongye did not expect that his first task was so simple, he just ran errands to summon someone. He thought that the man had a name, a surname and an official position, and even if he tied him up, he could tie him up.

Zhu Cilang nodded and signaled that he could go and do the job.

Song Hongye did not delay, and bowed neatly and stepped down the rockery.

When Zhu Cilang saw Song Hongye gradually fading away, he could see the wind coming from his feet, his heart was stirred, and a rare feeling surged in his heart. As a mature manager, Zhu Cilang would not blame his subordinates completely, nor would he be dissatisfied with human nature. What he wanted was a simple thing, that was his work attitude.

The eunuchs in the palace had good results and results, but apart from making money, they did not have any enthusiasm for the errands they did. However, as the prince, the only human resources in their hands were these eunuchs. If they could not make full use of this resource, they would just imagine that they would be full of their domineering spirit and attract heroes from the world to charge into battle, that would be purely delusional.

Zhu Cilang took a quick speech in his heart, put down a draft of the recommendation and planned to give Song Hongye an official position when he had some achievements in epidemic prevention. This is not all a trick of buying bones for a thousand gold, but also a cultivation of his own people. From the imperial skills learned in this era, the emperor must learn to "disturb each other" and control the court with balance. In fact, this is purely the source of party struggles.

Zhu Cilang did not expect to be able to prosper like the Qing emperor and regard state officials as private slaves, but it would not be too early to cultivate his own loyal ministers.

"Wake me up when the ministers come." Zhu Cilang stood alone for a moment, felt the freedom obtained by this hardship, and turned around and ordered the eunuch.

...

Song Hongye ran so hard that he seemed to be ten years younger. Instead of going to the Imperial College, he returned to his own straight room in the Dongcheng Military and Ma Si. As soon as he entered the door, he gathered the books and services he knew in his usual days. These people were all small officials hired by officials, and they did not register as a member of the Ministry of Personnel, and they came and went.

Song Hongye looked at the crowded dozens of people standing below, and felt satisfied. His family has been officials for generations, but in the end he still has a deep foundation. After these experienced people left, the Dongcheng Military and Horses and Police might be in a hurry.

——So many people are probably more than the prince’s confidant!

Song Hongye lowered his head and calmed down his face, neither happy nor sad, and asked slowly: "Do you know about the prince's departure from the palace?"

"What's wrong with Mr. Song?" Some of the subordinates came forward and smiled, "Eighty percent of the people in the yamen have rushed to the street, who doesn't know."

"Cough cough." Song Hongye coughed dryly, reminding him to pay attention to the occasion. Seeing that he retreated back to his original position, he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and said calmly: "My prince is favored by me, now I have been transferred to the prince's side. Ling Zhi is afraid that he will come soon, so I will come back to say goodbye to you."

Everyone below looked at each other in a flash, and the people in the back row began to whisper and buzzed. Song Hongye did not stop him, but only heard a faint sound of panic in the buzzing sound, which gradually amplified. Finally, someone shouted: "Master Song, what should we do when you leave?"

Although these people are familiar, who will pay attention to work efficiency in this era? Which of the officials above does not exclude dissidents, arrange private people, and solve the employment problems of relatives and old friends? Especially the Bingmaster, which is in later generations, is a complex of police, taxation, industry and commerce, urban management, and sanitation. No matter which piece is, it is rich in oil. Once Song Hongye's protective umbrella, even if these gangs can still stay in Bingmaster, their status will definitely plummet. Don't think of getting any fat from the past.

"Oh, we feel uncomfortable when we say this." Song Hongye sighed.

"Master Song, my family followed suit when I beat Master Song. You can't just leave me alone." Someone shouted in a crying voice.

Others have qualifications to report their qualifications, and those who have credit their achievements have credits. Everyone has pissed on the mud and said that they are dying and dying, but they seem to be unable to give up anyone.

"It's just that the prince personally issued an order. Brother, I can't leave!" Song Hongye did it because of this: "I actually don't want to go there either. I think there are literati in the East Palace, the future prime minister, brother, I used to serve tea and water... Where is the military officer so leisurely! Alas!"

Which of these lower-level officials are not keen eyes? They are half-believing and half-doubted about Song Hongye's deeds. Someone asked tentatively: "After the official has passed, he will probably be able to become an official, right?"

The officials of the state dynasty were from imperial examinations, including imperial examinations, imperial tribute, and the selection of official lords. According to the Minghui Dian, the official lords were tested every three years, and after the three exams were completed, the Ministry of Personnel could be selected by the Ministry of Personnel. Song Hongye had been in the Military and Ma Si for twenty years, and was not ineligible to be an official, but was just a Qingshui official, which was far less than the fat person he had in his hands, so he naturally did not want to change positions.

"Even if you have an official position, you are just a Qingshui official." Song Hongye shook his head heavily: "Although the crown prince has a big job for me immediately, when the crown prince finishes the job and returns to the palace, I am afraid that my brother's family will have to drink the northwest wind. Then a few people will help me."

There was silence under the hall.

Being excluded from the military and Ma Si will be a matter of the future. Now it seems that following the prince, the long and close view will not be very wonderful!

"Master Song, I have a saying that I dare to ask Master Song for details." A man more than eight feet tall suddenly came out of the back row. He was wearing a coarse cloth brown suit, his hands were wide, his face was full of beard, and his round garlic nose was placed in the center of his face. His eyes were small, but he couldn't even see the bridge of his nose.
Chapter completed!