Jiang Yishan took He Ping'an with him and introduced a few words to him wherever he went. After a while, he came to an attic in the southeast corner.
"This is the Director of the Pharmaceutical Department."
Jiang Yishan introduced He Pingan. In front of him was a middle-aged man with slightly thinning hair who was looking down at the paperwork.
Although his appearance is not amazing, Master Wang's cultivation is not bad, his body has pure magic power, and he is an authentic fifth-grade Taoist monk.
Sure enough, even in the world of cultivators, hair loss is still an incurable disease...
"Master Wang, this is He Ping'an."
When Master Wang heard his name, his eyes lit up. He put down his work, raised his head, and looked at He Pingan carefully.
"The first drug tester to come out of the Drug Testing Department in thirty years is indeed a talent."
The king's master looked happy. He tried several times with the commander and finally got the person over.
He Ping'an murmured in his heart that you are the talent, and your whole family is the talent, but he complimented: "The master's name is like thunder."
"Come, sit down first."
Master Wang pulled out a chair and greeted him warmly.
"Do you have any paperwork from the Inspectorate?"
Jiang Yishan handed the document in his hand to Master Wang and said: "Master Wang, this brother He, before he entered the Drug Testing Department, his family ran a medicine shop. He was a scholar before. He is literate and understands medicine. He is suitable for us. Drug Division.”
"Please arrange a good errand for me."
These words made He Pingan a little surprised. He only had contact with Jiang Yishan when he was testing medicine, and had no other particularly close relationship. Why was he so concerned about his own affairs.
"Don't worry."
Chief Wang took the document, entered He Ping'an's information into the list of Drug Department personnel, raised his head and asked, "How about going to the Ministry of Grassland?"
Master Wang had already thought about how to arrange He Ping'an's errands. Although it was just an inquiry, it had actually been finalized.
Kusanabe?
He Ping'an's mouth twitched, and his mind turned over and over again. Even if he had an open mind in his previous life, no one dared to name him so directly.
Can we be a little more reserved, even if we call it heaven and earth, or a certain garden?
You can still play in another world!
"Okay, hello Kusanabe."
Without waiting for He Ping'an's answer, Jiang Yishan quickly agreed with a smile, with a hint of envy in his eyes in addition to flattery.
From the look in his eyes, He Pingan could tell that he was a fat guy...
After the handover was over, Jiang Yishan greeted the two of them and left the Drug Department.
After Jiang Yishan left, Master Wang called an old man in his fifties: "Old Yang, he will follow you from now on to record the information of the Ministry of Grass."
He Ping'an's spiritual consciousness swept across the Confucian sect's fourth-grade monk, and his body was filled with awe-inspiring aura.
Lao Yang looked at He Ping'an and said, "You are the first person to come out of the Drug Testing Department, and you are nothing more than that."
"It just so happens that Kuabe is short of a bookkeeper, let's go."
After saying that, he took the lead and left.
What do you mean by this?
He Ping'an said something that Cao Nima didn't know whether to say or not.
"Lao Yang just has a bad mouth and a soft heart. Don't pay attention to him. You will know after you have been around for a while. He is quite a nice person."
Master Wang explained awkwardly. This old Yang had a bad mouth and didn't even give him face...
"It's out of the way."
He Ping'an smiled at Master Wang and followed Lao Yang away.
Complaints are complaints, who told me that we have just become a "official staff"? Since we are new members, we must have the consciousness of new members.
Besides, I had been living in an office building for many years in my previous life, so I had never seen anyone, and no one had learned how to survive in an office.
See how you handle it.
The attic is divided into six floors, and the sixth floor is private for the king.
The remaining five floors are grass, wood, insect, stone, grain, and five departments of medicine.
Lao Yang's name is Yang Qing.
He has gray hair, a square face, a goatee, and wears a blue Confucian robe that has turned white after washing. He has the kind of ordinary appearance that you can't find in a crowd just by looking at his appearance.
He looked to be in his fifties, but according to He Ping'an's observation, although Yang Qing's body had deep magic power, the light between his eyes was slightly scattered.
It should have started to decline, and he must be at least one hundred and thirty years old.
For Taoist and Buddhist monks, the average lifespan of the upper three grades is between 300 and 500 years.
The average lifespan of middle-level third-level monks is between 200 and 300 years.
Martial arts monks focus on polishing the physical body and improving the blood and body, but do not pay attention to the cultivation of the soul. The life span of the third-level realm is only about 150 years.
The rest of the monks, such as the Confucian sect, have a lifespan slightly lower than that of the Taoist sect, but higher than that of the martial arts sect.
Human cultivators generally have a shorter lifespan than demon cultivators, such as five hundred years. For demon cultivators, they have just stepped into the third level.
Unless he has taken a gifted treasure or has an extraordinary bloodline, the average demon cultivator has to live up to 1,500 years before he can reach the upper third level.
Of course, if a human monk has exhausted his lifespan and does not want to enter reincarnation, he can also turn to the rumored ghost path. If he reaches the third level of lifespan, he can reach about 3,000 years old.
It's just that when the ghost's lifespan is exhausted, he really dies, his soul is scattered, and he has no chance of reincarnation.
...
The Cao Department is on the fifth floor. He Ping'an followed Yang Qing and was there in a few steps.
Although there are many items in the room, they are arranged in an orderly manner and spotless, as if they had just been scrubbed.
In the attic, in addition to Yang Qing, there was also a young man dressed as a literary official, who was immersed in writing.
"This is Kusanabe. I don't have many rules, but there is one thing you should pay attention to."
"I don't like mess, I have to keep things clean and tidy."
Yang Qing ordered He Pingan.
Not only does he have a poisonous tongue, he also has a mysophobia.
"Yes, Master Yang."
He Pingan replied respectfully.
"The Medicine Department collects all the medicines provided by the guards of Daxuan Changsheng Palace, and then hands them to the Medicine Refining Department to make elixirs."
"Our grass department is responsible for registering all herbal medicines."
He Ping'an looked at the many medicine boxes placed in the house, many of which had talismans attached to them, and their auras flickered, clearly not ordinary items.
"From now on, you can sit there and be close to Xiao Han."
Yang Qing pointed to an empty seat next to the busy young man.
Hearing Yang Qing nod to himself, the young man raised his head, with an ordinary appearance, a red string hanging around his neck, and greeted He Ping'an warmly.
"My younger brother Han Li, you must be Brother He Ping'an. I've heard of you a long time ago."
"The number one person in the Drug Testing Department is amazing!"
He Ping'an quickly said humbly: "Brother Han, thank you very much, it's all Changchun Master who takes care of you."
The publicity of the Drug Testing Department is also very good.
Hearing He Ping'an mention Changchun Master, Yang Qing became interested: "I heard that Changchun Master's dust-cleansing pill was the medicine you tried for him?"
"Well, he did look for me back then."
He Pingan said modestly.
Yang Qing nodded, wanting to ask something but didn't say anything, and then ordered Han Li to introduce the work of the grass department to He Ping'an.
The main task is to register the herbs and spiritual materials sent by the Herb Collection Department in categories according to the Daxuan Herbal Collection to facilitate future inquiries.
After hearing it once, He Pingan knew what was going on and could get started quickly.
If there is anything you don't understand, ask Han Li next to you.
Seeing that He Ping'an quickly got into working mode, especially with his calligraphy skills, which were pretty good, Yang Qing nodded slightly and said nothing more.
At this time, Han Li sent a copy of the residence report to Yang Qing's desk: "Brother Yang, you sent this just now when you were away."
Yang Qing took the newspaper and read it for a few times, then suddenly slammed the table, stood up with a bang, and cursed angrily: "The treacherous minister is harming the country!"
"Treacherous ministers are harming the country!"
He Ping'an glanced at it and saw three big words written on the newspaper: An Yaoce!
