The next day...
There is only one last day left until the two-day deadline.
However, Cen Wenxing, the Minister of Household Affairs, has been ordered to go to Mozhang to provide disaster relief.
The matter of allocating money and food from the Ministry of Household Affairs has not yet been resolved. Regarding this, Gui Yuanwei, the Minister of the Ministry of War, was a little anxious.
After walking out of the palace, Gui Yuanwei, Minister of War, hurried to the Su Mansion.
At this moment, Su Yunqi, the left prime minister, had just returned to the mansion. Before the stool on his butt was warm, the housekeeper Lu Huan had already reported in a hurry.
"Sir, the Minister of War is outside asking for an audience," said the steward Lu Huan.
Upon hearing this, Left Prime Minister Su Yunqi didn't think much and said: "Please."
Entering Master Su Yunqi's study, Gui Yuanwei, the Minister of War, hurriedly saluted: "I'm sorry to disturb the left prime minister."
"No courtesy. Sit down."
As soon as he sat down, Gui Yuanwei asked the question in his heart: "Prime Minister Zuo, how can you let Cen Shangshu go to provide disaster relief before the money and food matter has been resolved?"
"Gui Shangshu, do you know how many days have passed since the earthquake occurred? The imperial court can't get out a grain of rice now. How can there be any food in those places? If Shangshu Cen is not allowed to go to appease the people, what will happen if this happens? On the contrary, what should we do?" Su Yunqi, the left prime minister, asked.
Listening to the words of Su Yunqi, the left prime minister, Gui Yuanwei, the Minister of War, didn't know what to say for a while.
Seeing that Gui Yuanwei was speechless, Su Yunqi said: "As for the money and food matter, you and the officials of the Ministry of Household Affairs will try to figure it out. If you can't come up with it after tomorrow, I will have to remove you from office." .”
How could he bear it when he heard that he was going to be dismissed from his post? He had worked hard for many years to get the post of Minister of War.
"Prime Minister Zuo, our Ministry of War has indeed not received this money and food." Gui Yuanwei said helplessly.
Seeing Gui Yuanwei's helpless look, Su Yunqi said seriously: "I don't care about this, Prime Minister. This issue is a matter between your Ministry of War and the Ministry of Household Affairs. Now that Cen Shangshu is on his way to provide disaster relief, you and your household I have discussed with my ministers that if we cannot get the money and food after tomorrow, I will never be merciful."
Listening to what Su Yunqi, the left prime minister, said, Gui Yuanwei, the Minister of War, had already heard it. It was obvious that his official position would not be saved sooner or later.
At this time, Gui Yuanwei, the Secretary of the Ministry of War, had some business in mind: "Since the left prime minister said this, the official has only one last question to ask. If the official cannot come up with the money and food tomorrow, and the same goes for the Ministry of Household Affairs, can you Will you honor your promise and remove Cen Shangshu from his official position?"
"Yes." Left Prime Minister Su Yunqi said this word without hesitation.
At this time, Gui Yuanwei, the Secretary of the Ministry of War, stood up and looked at the left prime minister Su Yunqi with an unhappy face: "Okay, then Gui will take his leave."
Afterwards, Gui Yuanwei, the Minister of War, walked out.
Gui Yuanwei, the Minister of War, who originally called himself a lower official, was now changed to Gui Mou. It could be seen from his face that he already knew that this official position was not guaranteed.
Left Prime Minister Su Yunqi smiled slightly and continued to do the errands in hand.
When Gui Yuanwei, Minister of War, walked out of the Su Mansion, he still had the same unhappy face.
It seems that Gui Yuanwei, who is the Minister of the Ministry of War, has predicted all this.
This time, he did not go to his Gui Mansion, but to a noodle shop.
"Boss! Here's a bowl of wonton noodles!" Gui Yuanwei shouted.
"okay!"
“A bowl of wonton noodles!”
Gui Yuanwei found a seat and sat down, watching the people coming and going on the street, and listening to the laughter of the people eating noodles together. For some reason, Gui Yuanwei became a little envious of their lives.
"Your Majesty, your noodles." The waiter said and placed the noodles on the table.
Looking at the full bowl of wonton noodles, and then at the chopped green onion, coriander, and various ingredients on the wonton noodles, Gui Yuanwei unknowingly recalled the past.
"Your Majesty, please use it with caution."
Taking the noodles, Gui Yuanwei picked up the chopsticks in the bamboo tube on the side, inserted two chopsticks into the noodles, and when he was about to eat, he recalled:
That was decades ago, when Emperor Hongdao was still very young, his father was still young and strong, and I was only a few years old at that time.
"Yuanwei, what do you want to eat?"
"Over there." Yuan Wei, who was a few years old, pointed to the noodle shop over there.
"Chaos."
Yuan Wei was only a few years old at the time and had just read some books. Although he was not very young anymore, his father was afraid of losing his child, so he held him in the street.
The short Yuan Wei was held in his father's arms. At that time, he felt that his father's field of vision was very large.
"Boss, two bowls of wonton noodles!"
"okay!"
"Two bowls of wonton noodles."
His father sat across from him at an empty table. His father's face looked stern in the eyes of others, but in the eyes of Yuan Wei, who was a few years old, he was kind.
"Two guests, your wonton noodles." The waiter put the noodles on the table.
"Two distinguished guests, please use it with ease."
I was only five or six years old at the time, and my father, as a general of the Great Mo Dynasty, rarely came back. The reason he came back that time was because he had won a battle, and Yanyang City was preparing a celebration banquet, so I just came back. I got to see my father.
When my father was away, my mother took care of the house, and she was not allowed to come out. She was very strict. At that time, I could only eat food from the house every day, and rarely had the opportunity to eat food from outside.
Yuan Wei looked at this and swallowed his saliva immediately. When he reached out to take the chopsticks from the bamboo tube next to him, his father had already taken them out.
"Give."
Yuan Wei took the chopsticks and inserted two chopsticks into the wonton noodles. As soon as he stirred the chopsticks, a large ball of wonton noodles was picked up and it was steaming. At that time, Yuan Wei didn't know whether it was hot or not, so he put it in his mouth and immediately felt his mouth. It was as if boiling water was scalding it.
"Hot! Hot!" Yuan Wei shouted.
When his father saw Yuan Wei's appearance, he laughed. After laughing, he hurriedly took a cup from the side, poured water on it, and handed it to Yuan Wei: "Here, let's drink some water and it won't be hot."
After receiving the water, Yuan Wei hurriedly took a sip. As his father said, it was really not hot anymore.
"This side is hot. Blow on it when you eat it and it won't be so hot. Try it again."
After his father's words, Yuan Wei tried it, and it was true as his father said. He was used to eating Fuzhong food and suddenly felt that this wonton noodles was delicious.
"Dad, try it quickly, it's delicious!" Yuan Wei looked at his father with a smile on his face.
"Okay." The father responded with a smile, picked up the noodles with chopsticks, took a bite, and looked at Yuan Wei with a smile on his face: "Well, it's really delicious."
"Dad, when will you come back next time?"
The father shook his head: "Dad is not here, you have to take care of yourself. When dad comes back, I will continue to bring you to eat this wonton noodles, okay?"
"Okay." Yuan Wei responded with a smile on his face.
"You have to be obedient, listen to your mother, and study hard. In the future, when you become an official, the two of us will come here to eat noodles together."
"good."
Yuan Wei, who was only a few years old at the time, could not judge whether what his father said was true or false, but his father's expectations were not false.
It was the last time his father saw Yuan Wei. He had just won a battle, but it did not mean that there would be no more wars forever. There were still many wars to come.
That time, after his father returned, he died in a battle between the Mo Dynasty and the Qi Kingdom.
Since then, my father has never come back.
As he recalled the memories, Gui Yuanwei's eyes became moist without realizing it, and a few tears fell into his face accidentally.
When I turned around, I saw that the owner of the noodle shop was still the same owner, but his appearance was much older. The waiter seemed to have been changed, and the table where he used to sit seemed to be no longer there.
Gui Yuanwei picked up the chopsticks and took a bite. The wonton noodles still tasted the same as before, but the noodles were not as hot as before.
I don’t know if it’s because the noodles have become less or for some reason. The previous bowl of noodles was so big that I couldn’t walk around after eating it. But now, before I even took a few bites, I could already see the soup base. My stomach is only seven percent full.
After eating the noodles, Gui Yuanwei, Minister of the Ministry of War, put the money on the table and went to his home.
As he was walking among the crowd, he didn't know why he was so concerned about his father who died in the battlefield today. His eyes were moistened countless times, but he was determined not to shed tears again and again.
As we walked, we soon arrived at Gui Mansion.
The gate of Gui Mansion has changed a lot. It feels like the world is changing all the time, but the memory of my father in my heart has not changed.
Sighing, Gui Yuanwei walked into the mansion.
"Master, you're back." Mrs. Jiang came over with a smile.
Seeing that the master still had an unhappy face, Mrs. Jiang asked: "Master, what has happened to you these days? Tell me. Don't hide it by yourself. It will make you feel better if you tell me."
Gui Yuanwei sighed and asked about the child: "Zhi Ming, He Yuan is back?"
"Not yet, sir. There must be some important things to do. What's the matter, sir?" Mrs. Jiang was a little worried.
Gui Yuanwei shook his head: "It's not a big deal."
Seeing that the master was worried, Mrs. Jiang, as the wife, could not sit still and asked: "Master, what is going on? Please tell me, don't scare me."
Seeing his wife's worried look, coupled with her thoughts along the way, Gui Yuanwei had no choice but to say: "Starting tomorrow, I will no longer be in office."
"Improper?" Mrs. Jiang was very surprised.
"Recently, the Ministry of Household Affairs has not allocated money or food to the Ministry of War at all, but the Minister of Household Affairs insists that it has been done. The left prime minister even said harsh words. If the Ministry of Household Affairs or the Ministry of War could not provide money or food within two days, we were dismissed from office. You also know who this Minister of the Ministry of Finance is, he is the in-laws of the Zuo Prime Minister, and he is also his biggest supporter, so the Zuo Prime Minister is naturally on his side, how could he be removed from office."
"Today, the Minister of Hubu suddenly went to Mozhang to provide disaster relief. As soon as he left, this Hubu matter... eh. They are obviously trying to remove me from the official position."
Seeing that his wife could not speak for a while, Gui Yuanwei said to himself: "It just so happens that there are still a few years left and I will be old. It is not a bad idea to resign early. I have been an official for decades, and I have done enough." .”
"Master, don't be too sad. It will pass one day." Mrs. Jiang said something.
Speaking of which, in Da Mo, almost every wealthy family has several concubines, but Gui Yuanwei, the Minister of War, does not have any concubines, and only has the first wife, Mrs. Jiang.
The next day, Gui Yuanwei, Minister of War, voluntarily resigned from his official post.
The vacant official position was held by Cen Anze.
Speaking of which, Cen Anze is the eldest son of Cen Wenxing, the current Secretary of the Ministry of Household Affairs. He became the Minister of the Ministry of War at the age of only thirty-two, and he is the youngest among the six ministers.
