Before dawn, Tang Saier had already gotten up and started busy.
There is much to do.
In order to coordinate limited resources and make the construction of the entire Yan Kingdom more efficient, at Zhu Zhanji's suggestion, Zhu Di introduced the coordination process of the Imperial College and established a coordinating office.
Zhu Gaochi was in charge of the affairs of the government, assisted by counselors Jin Zhong and Hu Shihong, and naturally Zhu Zhanji and Tang Saier also joined them.
Because everything is starting from scratch and materials are scarce, control can only be strengthened. Even the allocation of a bag of grain in the warehouse or the release of a truck of coal requires approval from the Coordinating Office.
This kind of management seems to slow down efficiency to a certain extent, but in fact it avoids more problems and makes the entire construction more rational and orderly.
As far as the distribution of farming iron tools is concerned, without the strict control of the coordinating government, people would have taken away all the iron tools through the back door, and those who are still waiting do not know when it will be their turn to receive the farming iron tools.
Tang Saier and Zhu Zhanji sat at the same table, side by side. Tang Saier was responsible for classifying the types of documents, prioritizing them, and then handed the light and slow documents to Zhu Zhan, and sent the heavy and urgent documents directly to Zhu Zhan. Zhu Gaochi handled it.
Zhu Zhanji looked at a document and found that some of the ink was blurred and the document was a little dark. He couldn't help but frowned: "The paper we made is still a lot worse."
Tang Saier smiled: "It's good to be able to make it. Nowadays, a lot of paper is used, and they don't have the energy to make better paper. I heard from the papermakers that they followed the sergeant to find a bamboo forest suitable for papermaking. The sergeant cut down a bamboo forest. Bring the bamboo here, I believe it won't take long before the problem of cutting the scrolls can be solved."
Zhu Zhanji nodded.
It’s not that the fleet didn’t bring any paper, but the paper brought by Jinling was smooth and of good quality. It could be used as government documents for the Yan State. For daily correspondence, as long as it can be written clearly and expressed clearly, it is enough. , scribble a little bit, it doesn’t matter if the ink is blurred.
Zhu Gaochi put down his brush and said to Hu Shihong: "Let's pass these documents on first."
Hu Shihong agreed, picked up a pile of documents and walked out. He saw Zhu Gaoxu walking angrily, followed by two Qianhu. As soon as he saluted, he was kicked to the ground.
"Get away! You're in the way!"
Hu Shihong was in pain and his documents were scattered all over the floor.
The sudden change surprised Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Zhanji and others.
Zhu Gaoxu strode in, stood in front of Zhu Gaochi's desk, and asked, "Brother, if I don't give an explanation today, I won't agree!"
Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Gaoxu, then glanced at the two thousand households behind him, Yuan He and Tian Enyi, with a sullen face: "Second brother, what are you doing?"
Zhu Gaoxu took out a stack of documents from his sleeves, threw them directly on the table, and asked: "Why didn't the Coordinating Office approve it? Aren't the family members of the sergeants ordinary people? How can they cultivate wasteland without iron tools? How can they farm without iron tools?"
Zhu Gaochi looked at these documents and saw that they were all rejected by the Coordinating Office. Seeing Zhu Gaoxu using this moment to make an attack, he couldn't help but sneered: "Just because of this, you went to the Coordinating Office to beat someone?"
Zhu Gaoxu shouted: "Brother, the sergeants are my sergeants, and I am responsible for them! Give me three thousand shovels and sickles each, and two hundred pieces of cotton. Otherwise, it is hard to say what the rough guys will do." "
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Zhu Gaochi glanced in the direction of the door and saw a group of sergeants swarming in, thirty or forty of them.
He reached out and picked up the tea bowl.
Zhu Gaochi slowly sipped the tea and said: "Why, do you want to force the Coordinating Office to do things for you? Yuan He and Tian Enyi, I don't remember you being so bold. You have only been hunting for a few months. Have you eaten bear heart or leopard gall?"
Yuan He and Tian Enyi lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.
Even though Zhu Gaochi was a fat man with weak legs and feet, he was the crown prince after all, the legitimate heir to the Yan Kingdom in the future. Offending him was equivalent to offending the future King of Yan, and no one could bear this result.
It’s just that it’s really unfair!
The Coordinating Office was unfair to the sergeants in the allocation and arrangement of materials, and gave more farming tools and materials to the soldiers.
Those craftsmen, those people!
Zhu Gaoxu clapped his hands on the table and stared at Zhu Gaochi: "Brother, my father set up the Coordinating Office in order to have the Coordinating Office treat every citizen fairly, but you sit here and favor the craftsmen and the common people, and ignore the family members of the sergeants. Ask, can’t they dig the ground with their hands?”
Zhu Gaochi slammed the tea bowl on the table, turned out the tea, and said sternly: "Prince Gaoyang, this is the Coordinating Mansion. If you dare to act arrogant again, I can order you and the others to be imprisoned! You should know that, The status of the Coordinating Mansion is second only to Prince Yan’s Mansion. It is already a crime to break in without asking permission, but you dare to break in without asking for permission. I think you are confused!"
Zhu Gaoxu's face changed slightly. He knew these rules. It was only today that his father, Jin Zhong and others left the city, and he had this opportunity to put pressure. So he said forcefully: "Don't tell me these rules. Come, father." I will plead guilty! But now I want a batch of shovels, iron sickles, and cotton cloth! Give the sergeants an explanation! My father said that the sergeants are the pillars of the Yan Kingdom, and you are criticizing them, and I will not agree. !」
Zhu Gaochi stood up and stared at Zhu Gaoxu coldly: "Accusing them harshly? Let me tell you, the Coordinating Mansion has rules for all material allocations. Craftsmen contribute the most, live the hardest, and their families are the busiest. They need all kinds of utensils, and the Coordinating Mansion must Priority is given to the people’s families! The second priority is the people’s families. They have to cultivate wasteland and farm, and the men in the family are involved in construction, and they return home exhausted day by day!”
"Yes, sergeants are the backbone of the country, and the families of sergeants need generous treatment! But I want to ask, the Coordinating Office allocated 4,000 farming tools to the families of sergeants, why did only 2,600 family members of sergeants receive farming tools during the review, and the ones disappeared? Where did the 1,400 farming tools go? If you don’t investigate this matter yourself, if you don’t find out, there’s no way you want more farming tools!”
Zhu Gaoxu clenched his fists: "This matter is being investigated in the military camp, but it is already May and the wheat is about to ripen. The Coordinating Office will not delay all the sergeants' families from harvesting crops for this trivial matter, right? What if the food rots in the ground? , can you bear this responsibility?"
Zhu Gaochi shook his head and said firmly: "It has been two months and we still haven't investigated clearly. Is it an investigation or not? Or is there someone who knows the reason but dare not say it? Are the crops rotten in the ground? It’s your own business. The Coordinating Office has only one sentence: When we can’t ensure that the distributed materials are delivered to every household in full, no one can take anything away from me!”
"Second brother, this is a rule of the Coordinating Office. It is a rule to ensure that no one dares to abuse power for personal gain. It is also true fairness! You can either find the 1,400 farming tools and distribute them to the families of the sergeants who were supposed to receive these farming tools. Either we just waste it, let alone farming tools, it’s just a piece of iron or a piece of wood, and the military camp won’t want it!”
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