The Ministry of War does not have great power at the moment, and its daily official duties are trivial. They are generally matters such as the mobilization of grain and fodder, the allocation of ordnance, and promotion and selection. However, there must be no slack in any of these matters. Previously, the Minister of War had been vacant, and Guo Fushan temporarily took over the position of Minister of the Ministry of War. However, many matters had been backlogged since he had no authority to decide. Now that Fang Jun has taken office, he naturally needs to handle these matters one by one.
After spending half a day in the academy in the morning, he went directly to the Ministry of War to deal with these official documents in the afternoon. After flipping through the documents, Fang Jun's eyes were dazzled. He thought about getting a secretary. He usually sorted out the official documents, divided them into categories, and handled them by himself. It can also be more relaxed.
If you have something to do, the secretary will do it, if nothing happens... then you will have a day off.
By the end of the period, there was only one gap missing from the hill-like official document in the corner of the room. Fang Jun threw away the brush and rubbed his temples, feeling more and more admiration for the diligent emperors in history.
For example, Qin Shihuang.
This king is the "Emperor of the Ages", who single-handedly defeated the six kingdoms and unified the world. Therefore, he has a great desire to control power and must do everything personally. "Every matter in the world, no matter how big or small, is decided by the superiors. The superiors can measure books with weighing stones, and submit submissions day and night. If the submission fails, there will be no rest." All matters in the country, no matter how big or small, need to be decided by the First Emperor himself.
The bamboo slips and memorials he dealt with every day were calculated in terms of "weighted stones". "Stone", one hundred and twenty kilograms, Qin Shihuang read the memorial of one hundred and twenty kilograms every day, and would not sleep until he could finish it.
Another example is Zhu Yuanzhang.
This gentleman is a model of diligence. He once processed 1,600 memorials of various kinds in eight days. Each one was a major national event. Each one required careful review. The workload can be imagined.
Most of the emperors of the Qing Dynasty, Fang Jun, looked down upon him. The old Kangxi Emperor was more boastful than pragmatic, but there was one person whom Fang Jun highly respected, and that was Yongzheng.
Yongzheng reigned for thirteen years. He worked hard day and night without any civil or sensual entertainment. He could be called a model worker among emperors. He worked hard and worked hard day and night. He slept only four hours a day and finally died of exhaustion. …
As the saying goes, the higher the position, the greater the responsibility. Fang Jun believed that.
As the Minister of the Ministry of War, he can naturally be tired. Who dares to control him? But it doesn't matter if he is tired, it may lead to a shortage of food and fodder supply in Liaodong, delaying the maintenance and replacement of ordnance of various troops and horses, and even a slight negligence in selecting officials will lead to the mediocrity being promoted and the capable being demoted. The administration is in shambles.
Fang Jun sighed, ordered someone to make a pot of strong tea, cheered up, and continued reviewing official documents.
…
It wasn't until three o'clock in the morning, when the imperial city was about to be closed and locked, that Fang Jun came out of the duty room.
There were still many officials and clerks in the yamen who had just finished tidying up the official documents. When they saw Fang Jun coming out, they quickly put down their work and bowed in unison.
The Eastern Expedition is imminent, and military affairs are complicated. Not only Fang Jun, but also the entire military department is working at overload, and no one dares to make any mistakes.
Fang Jun waved his hand and said warmly: "It's getting late. The imperial city will be locked later. If you want to go out, you have to show your seal and ribbon to report an official letter. It's too troublesome. Now that everything is packed, let's get off work quickly. Have a good rest and relax. , A sharpened knife will never make you a chopping wood."
"Here!"
The officials and scribes responded in unison, and then dispersed in twos and threes.
Cui Dunli walked out of his duty room and happened to see this scene. He stepped forward and said with a smile: "Among the three provinces and six departments, the only one who can be so considerate and considerate of his subordinates is Fang Shaobao. Tonight, the official and Ji A colleague has made an appointment to have a drink at Pingkangfang, I wonder if Mr. Fang will honor me?"
Fang Jun had always had a good impression of Cui Dunli. Hearing this, he sighed and said, "I don't want to, but I can't. I caused such a big mess a few days ago. My mother has a fate. She mustn't show off in recent days. She must do it before the curfew." Return home, and if you disobey orders, you will be severely punished..."
"Haha! I understand, I understand. I'll take my leave first. I'll have a few drinks later when I have free time."
Who in Chang'an doesn't know that Fang Xuanling's wife is a tigress? He was a ruthless man who even fought against the emperor. He drank poison without blinking an eye. If Fang Jun dared to disobey his mother's orders, he might not know how he would be dealt with.
You might even blame him for bringing up someone else's son...
Cui Dunli laughed and left quickly.
Fang Jun moved his arms and walked out. He saw that the sunset had already set in the west. The lights on the Suzaku Gate in the north were lit. The Tai Chi Palace in Nuo Da was gradually shrouded in darkness. The mighty Chang'an City faded away in a hundred days. His majestic and domineering appearance is like a dormant giant beast.
Soldiers had already brought the horse. Fang Jun took the reins and got on the horse. He left the imperial city all the way, walked east through the streets with almost no pedestrians, and returned to Chongrenfang Mansion.
…
After dinner, showering and changing clothes, Fang Jun went to the study first.
Reading before going to bed every day has become Fang Jun's habit. After all, there are too few evening entertainment options these days. If he doesn't study, he can only go back to the bedroom and sleep with his wife under the quilt. In comparison, reading is more important. Can cultivate sentiment.
As for sleeping with a big quilt, it’s a long night anyway, so there’s nothing wrong with playing for a while...
Not long after entering the study, Wu Meiniang pushed the door open and entered.
She was wearing a loose long skirt and swaying, all the pearls and emeralds on her head were removed, and her face was washed away. Her white skin was crystal clear, and it seemed like water would come out if she pinched it.
"Mr. Lang, after drinking this cup of ginseng tea, go to bed early."
Wu Meiniang walked to Fang Jun's side, her bare hands were like jade, and the fragrant wind blew against her face.
Fang Jun took the cup, sniffed it, took a sip, and frowned, "What is this? It tastes weird."
Wu Meiniang covered her lips and smiled softly, her eyes moving: "My mother made this herself. It is said to be a recipe given by Taoist Master Sun. It can nourish yin and kidneys, strengthen the body, prolong life, and have more children... Hehe!"
Fang Jun was speechless. After all, it was just a tonic soup.
Seeing Wu Meiniang looking for someone so charming and delicate, Fang Jun couldn't help but grabbed her slender waist and put it on his lap. He hugged her in his arms and teased: "What kind of skills do you have, sir? Have you forgotten it? Make up for it again." Go down, I'm afraid the sparks will come out soon."
Wu Meiniang pressed against Lang Jun's strong chest, and the powerful masculine breath hit her face. Her delicate body suddenly softened, she quickly pressed the big hand that caused trouble, bit her lip and said: "I do know Lang Jun's ability, but it's a pity that there are people She is so anxious that if she cannot plant jade in the blue field, she will not be able to settle down for fear that her sisters will treat her harshly..."
After saying this, Fang Jun understood.
It seems that Xiao Shu'er came in a long time ago, but there was no movement in her stomach. Not only was her mother anxious, she looked for this big tonic soup to nourish him, so that he could live and work hard, Xiao Shu'er was even more uneasy, in this mother's place. In the age of noble children, it would not be too miserable if you had no children by your side.
Especially for a girl like Xiao Shuer, who was born in a lonely life and lost her parents, this kind of fear is like being in a flood, making her always in danger of extinction.
"Snapped!"
"Ouch!"
Fang Jun slapped her hard on the erection, causing Wu Mei Niang to exclaim, her pretty face flushed, ashamed and angry: "Why did you hit me, Mr. Lang?"
Fang Jun snorted and warned: "Clean up your arrogant and powerful attitude outside. There is no need for such small thoughts at home. A family must understand and respect each other, and I must rely on your clever mind and clever mind." Then you act recklessly, if I let you know that you bully Shu'er, please be careful and follow the rules of the family!"
What he is most worried about is "the bad fate in the past life and the reunion in this life".
The reason why Wu Meiniang and Xiao Shuer became mortal enemies, and they were willing to put each other to death was not only because of the political environment at the time, but also because their personalities were mutually exclusive, which ultimately led to that tragic scene.
Fang Jun didn't want something like that to happen in his back house. Just thinking about it made him panic...
Now Xiao Shuer is naive and naive, and she wants to give birth to an heir wholeheartedly, and be recognized and respected in the Fang family. Compared to her, Wu Meiniang is simply a "big devil" level opponent. Once the two of them fight like in the previous life, Xiao Shuer is afraid There are no bones or scum left, and Wu Meiniang will play with her to death in a minute...
Therefore, he had to help Xiao Shuer to suppress Wu Meiniang, a monster.
Wu Meiniang's pretty face was sad, and she twisted her delicate body full of dissatisfaction: "Why is the husband so partial? That Nizi looks delicate and weak all day long, but in fact she is full of scheming, and she is by no means a vegetarian."
Fang Jun couldn't stand her twisting around like a cartilage snake, and the fire in her lower abdomen rose, and warned: "Don't twist around like this, maybe you want to drink the ginseng soup you just drank?" Is it because of Tan Mo?"
Wu Meiniang's eyes flashed and she smiled coquettishly: "I have this intention, and I hope your husband will fulfill it..."
