Yuxi Palace, Jiajing Jingshe.

Night.

Huang Jin lowered his head and walked hurriedly in front, still dressed as a slave, wearing a white-washed Songjiang cotton shirt.

Behind him were three boys in Taoist robes, all of them were white and beardless, and they were obviously the little eunuchs in the palace.

The three little eunuchs were holding a thick stack of ledgers in their hands, and because their vision was blocked, they looked a little stumbling when they walked, but they didn't dare to delay in the slightest.

The thresholds in the palace are high, and when entering the door, a little eunuch didn't pay attention to his feet, and a upside-down onion fell and ate.

The account book in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

At this time, Jiajing, who was reading the account book in front of the imperial case, raised his head suddenly, his expression was full of gloom, and then lowered his head in annoyance.

The little eunuch was so frightened that his face lost his blood, and he hurriedly knelt on the ground. I didn't dare to speak, so I kept kowtowing and knocked my forehead full of blood.

Huang Jin didn't speak, pointed to the ground, leaned down and picked up the account book on the ground.

The little eunuch glanced at Huang Jin gratefully as if he had been pardoned, and hurriedly helped. There were still no windows in the house, and it was very hot.

On the north wall of the house hangs a very beautifully framed plain white hall, on which is written in that thin gold font: "The body is like a crane, and there are two letters under a thousand Panasonics; I came to ask Wuyu to say, the clouds are in the blue sky, and the water is in the bottle. ”

The inscription in the middle hall is: "In the thirty-ninth year of Jiajing, Zhu Houxuan recorded Wu Jie's "Asking Poems". ”

Then there is a vermilion seal, the "imperial pen".

This calligraphy is very strange, and it is the thin gold body of Wu Jie.

When Emperor Jiajing saw it, he liked it in his heart, and said that this kind of calligraphy was very meaningful, so he asked Wu Jie to write a post and copy it himself.

Huang Jin didn't know that this thin gold body was created by a person named Song Huizong in another time and space.

This person called himself the Emperor of Daojun, and the words he wrote were naturally very in line with Jiajing's wishes.

The three-legged copper incense burner burns agarwood as usual, and the rich fragrance not only makes people think deeply, but also makes the air look dull.

I don't know how many times Huang Jin has been to this house, and the furnishings in the room are already clear.

However, recently, a futon and a low table were added to the house.

There were also a few mahogany chests against the wall, which were full of account books.

More than a dozen palace lights were lit, illuminating the interior of the house.

The room was eerily quiet, and when I looked up, I saw Emperor Jiajing holding an account book and watching silently.

Needless to say, the emperor is settling accounts again.

In fact, the finances of today's Ming Dynasty have been rotten to the point that they can no longer be rotten. Since the invasion of the Japanese invaders, the imperial court has used troops in Fujian and Zhejiang, spending tens of millions of dollars, and has already tossed a family foundation.

As the eunuch in charge of the seal, no one knows the situation of the treasury better than Huang Jin.

As far as the Ming Dynasty is concerned, the total annual financial income is only four million taels of silver. However, the battlefields in Jiangsu and Zhejiang need at least six million taels a year, and the river defense, disaster relief, and officials will be added together, and three or four million will be needed. Not to mention that now this long-lived lord is interested in building a few courtyards, Taoist temples or something.

In addition to trying to get money, he still has to find a way to get money, and he doesn't have the energy to do anything else.

Now, the war in Fujian and Zhejiang has reached a critical juncture, and Hu Zongxian has sent letters asking for military salaries twice in three days, which has forced the household department, the cabinet, and the celebrant to be anxious, and even the Long Live Lord has been alarmed.

In this paragraph, the emperor ordered him to move all the account books of the household department this year, and he didn't need the help of others, in the Yuxi Palace, the whole thing was the abacus sound of Emperor Jiajing and a group of little eunuchs who reconciled the accounts, all day and night, endlessly, and the ears were calloused.

But now it's strange, it's so quiet in the house, which makes Huang Jin a little unaccustomed.

But after reading the two pages of the account book, he touched his chin, as if he was thoughtful. Then he picked up a small stick from the table and drew a strange string of symbols on the paper, much faster than with a brush.

Huang Jin knew that this was the so-called pencil, and the string of symbols he drew was called the Arakan number.

Needless to say, these two objects were made by Wu Jie.

The pencil is very simple, it is made of graphite powder, sulfur, antimony, and rosin in a certain proportion to make a thin round strip, and then two grooved wooden sticks are sandwiched. When using, use a knife to cut out the core of the pen.

Not to mention, this thing is really convenient, and when you use it, you can write directly from your arms. Unlike brushes, the inkstone needs to be filled with water in advance and then the ink is sharpened. After the brush is used up, it has to be cleaned. The point is that it is really inconvenient to carry, unlike pencils, when not in use, you can put them directly in your pocket.

Moreover, the words written with a pencil are extremely small, and they are three points thinner than the so-called fly-headed small letters, which is the so-called Sumeru hidden in the square inch.

When Emperor Jiajing saw it, he liked this convenient thing and ordered the office to make ninety-nine in one go. When I'm fine, I also like to hang two on my belt.

However, this thing looks simple, but it costs a lot. This kind of royal thing, naturally, must use first-class good materials, not to mention the pen heart, they are all fine and good materials, and they are even mixed with gold dust. The pen barrels are all precious boxwood and golden silk nan.

In order to prevent the emperor from being stabbed by the tip of the pencil, the craftsmen in the palace also specially made a pen sleeve out of Hetian jade.

In this way, the cost of a pencil has reached a staggering four taels of silver.

And that's not all, the nibs of these pencils are hard and require special hard-sided paper.

So, the craftsmen deliberately made more than a dozen knives according to the recipe of Wu Jie.

As for Arabic numerals, they are very convenient for accounting, especially the formula that Wu Jie said.

"This Wu Festival, there are really a lot of tricks!" Huang Jin was surprised, and couldn't help but smile: "This kid's miscellaneous studies are really amazing, and there is really no one in the world who can compare with him." ”

Putting the account book on Jiajing's imperial case, Huang Jin couldn't help but glance at Wu Jie.

saw Wu Jie sitting in front of the small table, shaking a fan in one hand and calculating something quickly with a pencil in the other.

Seeing Huang Jin put the account book on the case, Jiajing looked up at the account book again, and was about to ask, when his hand moved, but the tip of the pencil was broken.

"Long live the master, let the minions come." Huang Jin hurriedly took the pencil from Jiajing's hand, poked the tip of the pencil into the round hole of a small mahogany box, and with a twist, a piece of yellow shavings came out of it.

Needless to say, this thing is also Wu Jie's handwriting, called a pen knife.

At the beginning, the craftsmen also thought of making a stainless steel knife for the emperor to sharpen the pen. But in front of Long Live Lord, who dares to move the knife. So, Huang Jin went to consult Wu Jie and got this method.

"It's finally coming out." The emperor let out a sigh of relief, turned his head and asked Wu Jie, "How are you over there?" ”

Wu Jie put away the folding fan: "Your Majesty, there are two more numbers." ”

"Okay, wait a minute, you can draw up a handbook for me and send it to the household department."

"Yes." Wu Jie picked up the pen, waved it, stood up, and sent the edict to the emperor with both hands.

"I told you before." Jiajing waved his hand: "Don't look at it, Huang Jin." ”

"The old slave is here."

"Let's approve the red, and go to the household department."

Huang Jin's body was shocked: This Wu Festival can actually draft a decree for the emperor, this is a privilege only for the scholars of the Hanlin Academy! ”

"Yes." Huang Jin took the edict, looked at it a few times, and was taken aback at the moment. Not to mention how well this edict is written, Wu Jie's writing is naturally first-class. The most rare thing is that the data is detailed, the source is very clear, and the solution is proposed. No one who has been in the Central Cardinal's ministry for many years can write such a thing.

Generally speaking, after the imperial examination, it is necessary to observe and study politics in the Hanlin Academy for a few years before being assigned to a substantive position. The main reason is that whether this article is good or bad, it can only prove a person's cultural literacy, and as for politics, you have to start again.

Judging from this handwritten by Wu Jie, if he didn't know the roots, he would really be an old man.

How old is Wu Jie, how can he know this.

Could it be that the Lord of Long Live was trained with one hand and one foot in this passage?

Is this the so-called protégé of the Son of Heaven?

Huang Jin was even more shocked in his heart.

cough, it seems that this Wu Festival has really encountered a great opportunity, and the future will be immeasurable.

In fact, Huang Jin was wrong.

At this moment, Wu Jie's heart was a little troubled: I was so tired, I blamed me for talking too much, and I was making trouble for myself.

Originally from that after the sacrifice and begging for rain, the more Jiajing looked at Wu Jie, the more he liked it, and said that he would always pass on Wu Jie to say a few words in the past. Even when he saw excitement when he watched "The Story of the Stone", he would write a note for the eunuch to send to Wu Jie and discuss the next plot with him.

Wu Jie was originally a modern person, the concept of equality was deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and when he met the emperor, he was also very casual, and most of them were called "true monarchs".

When others saw the emperor, most of them trembled, and they couldn't speak well. Wu Jie is so calm and calm, neither humble nor arrogant, which makes Jiajing feel fresh.

A while ago, when Jiajing checked a data, he couldn't calculate it. This data involves multiplication and exception. Wu Jie was quick to talk for a while, and calculated it casually with four operations.

This fresh algorithm caught Jiajing's attention, and he asked Wu Jie to teach him this method.

As a result, Wu Jie was pulled by Jiajing to be a bookkeeper.

In this paragraph, he had to write "The Stone Record" again, and he had to be a bookkeeper, and he had to review his homework, and he was so tired that he vomited blood.

Wu Jie smiled bitterly in his heart: If others see this situation, they don't know how envious they are, but who can know my pain. It is not a good thing for the monarch and the minister to get along.

"That's right, Wu Jie." Jiajing suddenly said slowly: "You will go out of the palace tomorrow." ”

When Wu Jie heard this, he was first stunned, and then there was a burst of joy: Damn, I can finally go out, in this Taoist temple where birds don't shit, the food is light and there is a lot of work. That's as comfortable as spending a lot of time outside.

Jiajing: "Huang Jin, wait a minute, you can send Wu Jie out, and after Chongyang, you will take him back after participating in the Shuntianfu Township Test." ”

"Ahh Wu Jie was taken aback: "Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival, and it will be the township test in a few days, this day flies so fast!" ”

In a flash, he had been by Jiajing's side for more than twenty days.

(To be continued)