"Moreover," Zhu Cihong said helplessly, "Father Bixia can't hold it anymore." He always wants to revitalize the emperor and reorganize the world. But he refuses to rub sand in his eyes, and can't tolerate those greedy ministers, so that now there are no more greedy ministers. ”

Song Hongye was quite incomprehensible, and secretly said in his heart: Not to mention the Ninth Five-Year Supreme Son of Heaven, how many ordinary people can store sand in their eyes and tolerate villains in their chests? Don't you yourself hate the greedy, the mediocre, and the lazy?

However, when he heard Zuihou's words, Song Hongye finally understood. What the prince means is that a corrupt official still has to do things, and the current minister is not only greedy, but also doesn't even do anything!

- Is the country really rotten to this point?

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 expression, which immediately flattered Song Hongye and hurriedly agreed. "You help me run and go to Shen Tingyang, the secretary of the Guozijian Division. Make it clear to him that I want to see him, and he will answer whatever he asks, no need to hide it, just don't be too public. ”

"Obedience." Song Hongye didn't expect his first task to be so simple, just running errands to summon someone. I think that person has a name, a surname, and an official position, even if he is tied, he can be tied.

Zhu Cihong nodded, signaling that he could go on an errand.

Song Hongye did not delay, bowed cleanly and retired, and walked down the rockery.

Zhu Cihong saw Song Hongye's back gradually moving away, and could see the wind under his feet, his heart was stirring, and a trace of rare satisfaction surged in his heart. As a mature manager, Zhu Cihong will not blame his subordinates, let alone be unsympathetic. What he wanted was simple, and that was a work attitude.

The eunuchs in the palace are not bad in terms of results and results, but in addition to going out to make money, they do not have the slightest enthusiasm for the errands they do. However, as the crown prince, the only human resources in his hands are these eunuchs. If you can't make full use of this resource, you just want to be full of your hegemony and attract heroes to charge into battle, it is pure wishful thinking.

Zhu Cihong hastily worded the words in his heart, wrote a draft of recommendation, and planned to give Song Hongye an official position when he had some achievements in epidemic prevention work. This is not all a trick to buy bones, but also the cultivation of one's own people. In the imperial art learned from this era, the Son of Heaven must learn to "mix different theories" and control the court with the art of balance. In fact, this is purely the abyss of partisanship.

Zhu Cihong did not expect to be as prosperous as the Manchu emperor, treating state officials as personal slaves, but he did not do too much to cultivate his own hardcore loyal ministers.

"Wake me up when the ministers come." Zhu Cihong stood alone for a moment, felt the hard-won freedom, and turned back to the waiter.

……

Song Hongye ran vigorously, as if he was ten years younger. He did not go to Guozijian immediately, but went back to his own straight room in the Dongcheng Terracotta Division. As soon as he entered the door, he quickly recruited the clerks and helpers he was familiar with on weekdays. These people are all small officials hired by officials, unlike officials like him, who have registered in the ministry and come and go from their hearts.

Song Hongye looked at the crowd of more than a dozen people standing below, and felt a burst of satisfaction in his heart. His family has been a servant for generations, and after all, he still has a deep heritage. After these skilled hands are gone, the Dongcheng Terracotta Division may have to be in a hurry for a while.

- There are so many people, I'm afraid there are more than the prince's henchmen!

Song Hongye lowered his head and straightened his face, not happy or sad, and asked slowly: "Do you know about the prince's departure from the palace?" ”

"Master Song, what's wrong?" Some of the subordinates were close to him, and he stepped forward and said with a smile: "Eighty percent of the people in the yamen have rushed to the street, who doesn't know." ”

"Ahem." Song Hongye coughed dryly and reminded him to pay attention to the occasion. Seeing that he retreated to his original position with a good look, he suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, and said lightly: "Meng Prince favors, now that I have been transferred to the prince's side, I am afraid that I will come soon, so I specially came back to say goodbye to you." ”

The people below immediately looked at each other, and the people in the back row began to talk to each other, and there was a buzzing sound. Song Hongye didn't stop it, but he could only hear the faint sound of panic in the buzzing sound, which gradually amplified. Finally, someone shouted: "Master Song, what should we do if you leave?" ”

Although these people are proficient, who will pay attention to work efficiency in this era? Which of the officials above does not exclude dissidents, install private individuals, and solve the employment problems of relatives? In particular, the Terracotta Division, in later generations, is a complex of police, taxation, industry and commerce, urban management, and sanitation. Once Song Hongye loses the umbrella, even if these helpers can still stay in the Terracotta Division, their status will definitely plummet, and don't want to get another drop of fat in the past.

"Alas, what you said, we don't feel good in our hearts." Song Hongye sighed.

"Master Song, my son followed the errand when he beat Old Song Ye, can you just leave me." Someone cried out.

The other people have qualifications to report their qualifications, and those who have merit to report their merits, and each of them has talked about peeing and playing with mud and being born and dying, but it seems that no one can give it up.

"It's just that this time the prince personally gave an order, brother, I can't leave it!" Song Hongye acted as a reason: "I actually don't want to go over." I think that the East Palace is full of literati, future prime ministers, and my brother and I used to be a servant of tea and water...... Where is there such a leisurely division of soldiers and horses! Alas! ”

Which of these low-level officials is not sharp-eyed? I was skeptical of Song Hongye's work. Someone asked tentatively: "When the officials have passed, most of them can enter the official body, right?" ”

The sources of officials in the dynasty include imperial examinations, feudal shadows, eunuchs, and official selections. According to the "Ming Huidian", the officials are examined once every three years, and the officials can be selected by the officials after the three examinations are completed. Song Hongye has been working in the Terracotta Division for 20 years, and he is not unqualified to be an official, but he is just a clear water official, which is far inferior to the fat difference in his hands, so he is naturally unwilling to change positions.

"Even if he has an official body, he is just a clear water official." Song Hongye shook his head heavily: "Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince immediately has a big errand for me, but when the prince finishes his errand and returns to the palace, I'm afraid my brother's whole family will have to drink the northwest wind." When the time comes, a few more people will help you. ”

There was silence in the hall.

Being expelled from the Terracotta Division is a matter of the future after all, and now it seems that following the prince, the long-term and near-term prospects are not very good!

"Master Song, my subordinates have a saying, dare to ask Song Ye for details." A man more than eight feet tall suddenly came out of the back row. He was dressed in a coarse brown robe, with wide knuckles on his hands, a full beard, a round garlic nose in the center of his face, and small eyes, but he couldn't even see the bridge of his nose.

Song Hongye glanced at him and looked away: "What did Brother Chun say?" ”

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