Official Zhao Ji saw Yang Jian slowly nodding his head in front of him. His eyes lit up and he subconsciously stroked his short beard and began to think about it.
Yes, my beloved disciple Xiao Gao has high hopes for him in the future, and he will definitely be of great use in the future.
As a rule of thumb for the promotion of ministers in the Song Dynasty, ministers who had no local experience were not allowed to serve as governors.
If Xiao Gao was allowed to go to Hangzhou to preside over the establishment of the Municipal Shipping Department, when the affairs of the Municipal Shipping Department were resolved, for Gao Zhang, it would be a credit to the place where he worked.
But soon, the officials thought of a new problem. The governor of Hangzhou had just taken office.
Counting on his fingers, it has been less than a month, and it seems too inappropriate to replace Xiao Gao by himself.
Even the officials in the court would think that they, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty, were just fooling around.
Maybe someone in Tokyo would mock him behind his back for being a fool.
Thinking of this, the official Zhao Ji couldn't help but pursed his lips in pain. Could it be that Xiao Gao was asked to go to Hangzhou to be a general judge and to set up a shipping department?
No, no, no, Zhao Ji, an official, reacted subconsciously. Thinking about the time when Lu Mengzheng won the top prize in high school, he was promoted to the state magistrate when he first started serving as an official.
And Xiao Gaodu had already made many achievements after joining the officialdom. At this time, he was released, but he was still asked to be the second official of the magistrate of Hangzhou.
Even if Xiao Gao doesn't mind it, I, the master, will mind it, okay?
What should we do? How can we enable Gao Zhang to go to Hangzhou and take charge of the establishment of the Hangzhou Shipping Department?
On the side, Yang Jian lowered his head, with a very honest attitude, but he kept staring at the official Zhao Ji from the corner of his eye, seeing him mumbling about something.
Sometimes he shakes his head, sometimes laughs, and sometimes looks embarrassed, as if he is suffering from epilepsy.
However, Yang Jian knew very well that the official entering such a state showed that he was really thinking about the problem seriously.
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The official's car had slowly stopped outside the girl's private courtyard.
But at this moment, the official who was thinking was still thinking completely selflessly.
Yang Jian wanted to speak several times to remind Guan Jia that they had arrived, but seeing Guan Jia's appearance, he could only swallow his words in the end.
Suddenly, he heard the official Zhao Ji let out a soft cry, and soon after, Yang Jian heard a burst of laughter, which came out of the official's mouth.
Yang Jian laughed so hard that he got goosebumps all over his body.
"Guardian, why are you laughing?"
Yang Jian rubbed his arms covertly, forced out a flattering smile, and asked the official.
"I already have an idea, hahaha... Speaking of which, it's all thanks to you Yang Jian. If it weren't for you, how could I know Xiao Gao's intentions?"
"It is precisely because I know his intentions that I was able to have the inspiration. It not only fulfilled Xiao Gao's wish, but also gave him the experience of having an official career."
Facing this official who showed no hint of his actions, Yang Jian, who was itchy, could only ask with a smile.
"The officials seem to have a good plan to deal with it..."
"It's natural, eh? We're already here, let's go, let's get out of the car quickly, don't keep Miss Shishi waiting for a long time."
After asking for a long time, the lonely Yang Jian could only curse in his heart and got out of the carriage. After respectfully helping the official Zhao Ji get out of the carriage, he accompanied him to the house where the door was already open.
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The morning meeting of the next day went on as usual. When the meeting was over and the ministers and ministers left one after another, Cai Jing, the prime minister of the Song Dynasty, was retained by the official Zhao Ji.
Cai Jing respectfully took the memorial from Yang Jian asking the court to establish a shipping department in Hangzhou, where smuggling ships were densely populated.
While looking at it carefully and thinking for a long time, Cai Jing raised his head and looked towards the official sitting behind the imperial desk.
"Cai Aiqing, I intend to set up a shipping department in Hangzhou. In your opinion, what should we do?"
Official Zhao Ji raised his chin towards Cai Jing and asked with a smile.
Having already inquired before, Cai Jing, who understood the official's wishes, could not sing the opposite, but followed the official's wishes.
"In my opinion, Hangzhou is the center of prosperity for trade in the south of the Yangtze River during the Song Dynasty. Nowadays, all the good ports in the surrounding states have established shipping departments to manage them, but Hangzhou has not yet established one.
This led to many greedy and profiteers smuggling smuggled goods into the country. If things go on like this, the tax revenue of various cities will be damaged. "
In a word, the officials were wise and powerful, and the Song Dynasty should set up a shipping department in Hangzhou.
Faced with Cai Jing's answer, Zhao Ji, the official, felt relieved and felt much better.
"It is Cai Aiqing who understands my intention very well. All the princes in the court are not as generous as Aiqing..."
Cai Jing quickly saluted the official with sincerity and fear, laughing in his heart.
It should be said that I always do things according to your wishes as an official. Of course you think this knife of mine is easy to use.
Cai Jing was in the hall again, lingering for about half an hour, and then exited the Chui Gong Hall with a smile on his face.
Standing outside the hanging arch hall, the smile that was originally on his face gradually faded away at this moment, and was replaced by an indescribable look of solemnity.
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In Cai Mansion, Cai Jing was pacing back and forth in the study. He didn't know how long he walked around, but the housekeeper finally brought Cai Laoliu over.
Hearing the familiar footsteps at the door of the study, Cai Jing raised his head and saw Liu Lang, who was wearing an official robe and had several fat streaks all over his body, looking into the room with a furtive look on his face.
This scene directly made Cai Jing, who had originally wanted to have an in-depth exchange of serious matters with Liu Lang today, darken his face.
"Why don't you come in here, I'm so sneaky, like a thief, and you don't have the slightest bearing of a prime minister's son."
"..." These words directly made Cai Laoliu feel very evil. If you hadn't wanted to beat me with a ruler all day long, do you think I would be willing to be so wretched?
But in the face of his biological father, Cai Laoliu finally did not dare to be too tough and bowed to his biological father honestly, but his tone was still so harsh and jerky.
"I don't know why you asked the child to come here, dad? The child has serious business."
This tone makes people angry when they hear it. Cai Jing took a deep breath of fresh air, controlled his bad temper, and pointed at the desk.
"Sit down!"
Cai Laoliu saw the veins popping up on his father Cai Jing's forehead, and finally sat down honestly.
Cai Jing sat down on the opposite side and glared at this evil obstacle with murderous intent. But when he thought that he was about to use this evil obstacle, he finally managed to squeeze out a kind smile.
"Rokuro, didn't you discuss with your father before that you wanted to leave Bianliang, Tokyo, and take up a post outside?"
Hearing this, Cai Laoliu grinned and immediately became happy.
"Dad, have you finally figured it out?"
Keep working hard tomorrow
(End of chapter)
