Emperor Ming Dynasty

Chapter 640 This is Mingjun

"By the way, where does Fu Song work?"

Zheng Hongkui suddenly remembered that his nephew had passed the Jinshi examination and hadn't seen him for several years.

"Go to a county to serve as magistrate."

Zheng Zhilong waved his hand, and said with a little pride: "After being assigned to the Imperial Academy, he went to be a living clerk for a few months, and then went to the cabinet as a secretary."

"I went to Beizhili last year and became a county magistrate."

"Wouldn't Hanlin stay in Beijing?"

Zheng Hongkui was startled and extremely puzzled.

He was born as a Wu Jinshi, so he knew very well about civil servants.

After a few years of polishing in the Imperial Academy, if you can endure loneliness, you can be promoted to editor of the Hanlin Academy, and then moved to be a servant, and then the Imperial Academy, Zhan Shifu (Eastern Palace).

After more than ten years of hard work, he will either be devolved to the position of Xuezheng, or go to the Sixth Ministry as a minister, and then become a minister and join the cabinet.

It can be said that this is the success of Hanlin bachelors, and it is also a portrayal of non-Hanlin no access to the cabinet.

A dignified official is the most capable of torturing people. At the same time, he has been in Beijing for more than ten years, and as a bystander, he can understand political public opinion.

For example, Wei Zaode, the last chief assistant of the Chongzhen Dynasty, the champion of Chongzhen for 13 years, joined the cabinet in a few years, and did not even have enough time for the Imperial Academy to disband, which shows his ability.

"I can't stay!"

Zheng Zhilong shook his head, and said a little annoyedly: "The Imperial Academy has been dismantled for only two years, and in these two years, either the cabinet has served as a secretary or a living clerk, which is very different from the past."

"However, he has a lot of knowledge. He said in words, His Majesty is testing them. The prime minister is from the state capital!"

"Those of the same discipline who are second-class and third-class can only observe politics in the six departments. How can he be so good in front of the emperor and next to the prime minister?"

"That's true." When Zheng Hongkui heard it, he felt that it was very reasonable: "Fusong is still promising. In the future, my Zheng family may not be able to do well. We will have a prime minister! This is Guangzong Yaozu!!!"

"The one in my family, even if you kill him, you won't be able to learn it. He is still a boy in his twenties."

"Aren't you also a knight, let him go to the Imperial College, Jiansheng is also a way out."

Zheng Zhilong seemed slightly pleased.

Zheng Hongkui could only sigh, and the envy on his face could not be concealed.

"Brother, if you, the Marquis of Nan'an, are passed on to Fu Song in the future, then he won't be able to be the prime minister."

Suddenly, Zheng Hongkui thought of something and exclaimed.

"Fosong also sent a message."

Zheng Zhilong curled his lips: "His father has worked hard for half his life to earn the title, and he wants Jinshe to inherit it."

Jinshe, the eldest son of Zheng Sen's wife, Dong Shi, is nicknamed Jinshe and named Zheng Jing. He has always been loved by Zheng Zhilong.

"That's fine." Zheng Hongkui nodded, "It's hard for him to think of such a way."

"Third brother, after the new year, I will write a letter to become an official."

"Brother——" Zheng Hongkui was startled, his expression changed drastically.

Zheng Zhilong sighed: "You are in charge of the Fujian army, and I am the commander-in-chief of the East China Sea Division. The Zheng family is too powerful."

"Didn't I separate my family?" Zheng Hongkui was secretly pleased, but still felt guilty.

"What's the use of this? Those who should be suspicious will still come, our Zheng family is too powerful, and the court is not safe!"

Zheng Zhilong was very calm, and said bluntly: "I should have retired a long time ago, but today is too late. Now that I go to the capital to retire, the wealth of the Zheng family can still continue."

Seeing this, Zheng Hongkui could only give up.

Zheng Zhilong's existence not only blocked his official path, but even his nephew Zheng Sen's official path was a bit more bumpy.

The strength of the Zheng family in Fujian is really too strong.

After conquering Taiwan, Zheng Zhilong was promoted to Marquis, Zheng Zhihu, Zheng Hongkui (formerly known as Zheng Zhifeng), Zheng Zhengzhibao, and Zheng Zhipeng were named barons.

The emperor's intention of splitting is obvious, but even because of the separation of the family due to the title, the Zheng family is prominent in Fujian Province.

"Brother, it's time to bring Zong Ming back!"

Feeling Zheng Zhilong's loneliness, Zheng Hongkui couldn't help but suggest.

Zheng Zongming, also known as Tagawa Nanazawaemon, is the second son of Zheng Zhilong. Due to Japan's national lock-up policy, he was forced to stay in Japan and was adopted by the Tagawa family.

"Now that you are the Marquis of Daming and the commander-in-chief of the East China Sea Division, now that the imperial court is supporting Li Chao in North Korea, the military power is approaching. Japan shouldn't turn a blind eye, right?"

"It is!"

Thinking of Tianchuan crying secretly, he had a headache.

Zheng Zhilong has been in Japan for many years, so of course he knows his intentions. North Korea is separated from it by the Strait, so it attaches great importance to him diplomatically.

With confidence in his heart, he sent people to Japan to explore the way.

As a result, the Japanese proposed that he allow the Dutch to go to Japan for business in transit.

Zheng Zhilong was so angry that he scolded his mother, but he had no choice but to allow the Dutch to pay to go to Japan, but only ten ships were allowed.

For the civil and military officials in Beijing, North Korea and Japan are thousands of miles away, and only the imperial court in front of them makes them most disturbed.

Although the emperor was in Yuquan Mountain and took away the central civil servants, many middle and low civil servants could only endure the scorching heat in the capital.

Firstly, there are not enough official products, and secondly, there is not much money, so I can't afford the Yuquanshan courtyard, let alone be entitled to be rewarded by the emperor.

On this day, just after leaving the Yamen, Zhou Wei, secretary of the Ministry of Rites, looked at the eldest son who led the donkey to welcome him, feeling very relieved for a while.

Suddenly, walking halfway, he heard a few words of discussion.

"I heard that the household department has to set up another division..."

"Your Majesty doesn't hate the bloated six volumes the most..."

"This is a good opportunity..."

Hearing this, Zhou Wei immediately stopped in his tracks, and all the important things were gone, which was really itchy.

"father--"

At this time, a few feet away, the eldest son grinned, not to mention how embarrassing he was.

"Brother Zhou has a filial son, which is really enviable."

"A filial son is rare, blessed!"

Zhou Wei could only smile awkwardly, and walked quickly.

"go!"

"Don't ride a donkey anymore? This is the fodder I just fed."

"Come on!"

Zhou Wei couldn't wait to leave.

As soon as she got home, Zhou Wei took two food stamps and hurried out.

When it was dark, he came back slowly.

"Father, what's the matter?" Hao Da'er became concerned.

"For your job."

Zhou Wei confided a word, and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Me?" Zhou Xi was pleasantly surprised.

"In the front there was the Faculty of Li, and in the back there was the Organization Department. The imperial court newly established these two departments. I don't know how many six departments were dispatched. Although you have honed it for a few years, you still haven't caught up."

Zhou Wei stroked his beard, and then said with a smile: "Today, I found out that this household department is going to set up a new department called the Immigration Department."

"Immigration Department?"

"As the name suggests, it is dedicated to the migration of people, especially from south to north, across provinces."

"Such a trivial matter, you have to set up a division?" Zhou Xi was inexplicably surprised, and patted his head: "Isn't the emperor too good at making troubles?"

"The immigration department is still in charge of household registration, so it's not too busy."

Snapped--

Zhou Wei couldn't help but patted his head, and blamed him: "If His Majesty didn't set up more departments, how could you have the opportunity to be a secretary? Damn boy, this is the Mingjun, you know?"

(End of this chapter)