Uncle Guo, your heart thief has been promoted again

Chapter 228 Pressure
Finally, the emperor agreed to hold a banquet for thousands of seniors, and Jiang Baoyu didn't want to stay in the palace any longer, so she ran away with a smile on her face before Mu Gui could teach her a lesson.

"My lord, I'm on a mission, so I won't gossip with you, I'll go out of the palace first!"

Mu Gui couldn't catch up with her, so he had to stand there cursing, but after she walked away, he suddenly suppressed his smile, and sighed secretly: "Rongxi, if you have a spirit in heaven, you must bless this child, don't worry Don't get her involved."

Jiang Baoyu didn't know what Mu Gui and the emperor thought. She only knew that the iron should be struck while it's hot. If some people didn't teach them a lesson, he wouldn't know the heights of heaven and earth, let alone the meaning of righteousness in the world.

As soon as she came out of the palace, she went straight to the yamen of Hubu Duzhisi.

The Department of Duzhi is in charge of the statistics and adjustments of the national wealth, including the distribution of officials' salaries.

As an institution directly under the imperial court, the official nursing home should naturally be dispatched by the department of the household department.

There are two principals in the department, one is in charge of the finance of the Shendu government, and the other is in charge of the finance of the local government.

The Duzhi yamen is also divided into two places, one east and one west, with the east governing the outside and the west governing the interior.

The person Jiang Baoyu came to visit today is Zhao Qianming, the head of the Yamen of the Xidu Branch Division.

As soon as he heard that a female official from the palace wanted to see him, Zhao Qianming didn't even think about it, so he asked someone to invite him quickly.

He also cleaned up the house by the way, with a radiant look on his face.

Jiang Baoyu just walked into the yard, and Zhao Qianming greeted him personally.

The man who was far away smiled and said: "I don't know why Mr. Labor came to the door in person, which really made the yamen of the lower official flourish."

Jiang Baoyu raised an eyebrow subconsciously when he heard the words, and looked at Zhao Qianming. This person is about 40 years old, with a white face, a mustache, and decent facial features.

According to the laws of Dayan, it is reasonable for the head of Duzhi to be an official of the fifth grade, wearing scarlet clothes and hanging fish bags.

It's just that the two don't know each other, and this person's official position is higher than hers, why are they so enthusiastic?
Just as Jiang Baoyu was thinking, Zhao Ganming, who finally saw her face clearly, was also startled. He stopped in his tracks immediately, and even asked with a bit of resentment, "Who are you?"

Seeing that the atmosphere became awkward, the yamen servant who brought Jiang Baoyu in hurriedly explained to him: "My lord, this is the palace lady who just came to ask for an audience. You personally asked the younger one to come in."

It was only then that Zhao Qianming began to look at Jiang Baoyu carefully, seeing that she also wore scarlet clothes and hung silver fish bags, and that the ranks of the palace ladies were pure, there was no such thing as high or low rank, fifth rank was fifth rank.

If there is no accident, this woman's official rank should be higher than her own.

Zhao Qianming's mind turned quickly, after thinking about it, he immediately bowed to Jiang Baoyu and said, "The head of the branch office, Zhao Ganming, I don't know which yamen your lord is from, so what's the matter with you here?"

Jiang Baoyu watched Zhao Qianming's reaction before and after, and knew that he should have mistaken her for someone else.

It seems that there is indeed a female official in the palace who has something to do with him, and judging by the groveling posture of him when he came out in person, this person's status must not be low.

Thinking of this, Jiang Baoyu didn't think too much about it, but saluted Zhao Qianming with a smile on his face and said, "Your Excellency, you are welcome, my servant Jiang Baoyu, but the official clothes of the Imperial Bureau of Shangfu are the eighth grade, and I borrowed the scarlet clothes from the emperor's order. , I dare not ask adults to call me a lower official."

"Eight grades? Dianyi?"

Zhao Qianming's small eyes were wide open, thinking about how he bowed his knees in front of Jiang Baoyu just now, he couldn't help feeling angry from his heart, and suddenly stood up straight.

But thinking that Jiang Baoyu can borrow Feiyi silver fish with an eighth-grade Dianyi, he knew that she was not a simple person, so he didn't dare to make mistakes, and asked under pressure: "My Xidu branch office is in charge of Shendu. The financial management of the major officials has nothing to do with the Sixth Bureau of the Palace, and it has nothing to do with the Imperial Clothing Bureau, I don’t know why Jiang Dianyi suddenly visited my small yamen, what’s the business?"

Jiang Baoyu turned his head and glanced at the few yamen servants who were still around, and said with a smile: "Master, are you sure you want to speak here?"

Zhao Qianming heard Jiang Baoyu's meaning and saw that she was a little girl, so he sent others away and turned to the yamen.

"Then come in and talk."

After the two sat down in the yamen, Jiang Baoyu went straight to the point and said, "To tell you the truth, my lord was sent by the Imperial Clothing Bureau to the Sanatorium to make winter clothes for the refugees. The deacon has handed in the official certificate, which means he has officially entered the job."

"The nursing home?"

As soon as he heard that Jiang Baoyu was sent to the Nursing Home, Zhao Qianming was completely relaxed now, even his sitting posture was a little bolder than before, and he even looked down on Jiang Baoyu a bit.

Jiang Baoyu didn't care about these things with him, but he followed suit and sat down a little more relaxed, and couldn't help but raise his legs.

Zhao Ganming, who was watching, blew his beard and stared: "You woman! You are a female official after all, and you are so unruly. How dare you be so presumptuous in front of me?"

Jiang Baoyu ignored her, and said while shaking his legs: "My lord, don't worry, your time is precious, so let's make a long story short. The emperor ordered the lower officials to use the silver fish bag in scarlet clothes to do work in the Nursery. The official came to play.

This morning, I had a little understanding with Deacon Nangong. The locust plague in the Northwest is at a time when the imperial court needs money. It is understandable that your lord can't take care of the nursing home in terms of financial management.

It's just that the achievements of the lower officials are also indispensable. Since I was sent to make winter clothes for the refugees, the winter clothes must be made before winter comes, otherwise the lower officials will have no face to go back to see the emperor. "

"Stop!"

After listening to Zhao Ganming for so long, he understood a little bit. Because of some past events, he had some conflicts with Nan Gonglin, so he has always been in trouble with the financial management of the nursing home. In the past few months, due to several urgent needs of money It was a matter of directly deducting the expenses of the nursing home.

I think that Nangong Lin regarded this female officer as a life-saving straw, so he asked her to come here to put pressure on himself.

But asking a low-rank female official who can't beat her to put pressure on herself, has Nangong Lin fallen to such a point where she can't choose what to eat?
If this is the case, it would be a waste of him to argue with Nangong Lin for so long, after all, he doesn't like to bully the weak.

"I'm afraid Jiang Dianyi misunderstood the official. The money that should be given to the nursing home, the Du Zhisi will not lose a penny, but when the court is also short of money, the official did not say no to it, two days later." month, give it two months later."

Jiang Baoyu narrowed his eyes slightly, probably every time Boliang came to ask for money, this person was just perfunctory in this way.

It's just that Zhao Ganming might be disappointed this time. She didn't come here to ask for money...

　This day is about to heat me up. Can you imagine my head is like a fountain, sweating while typing and taking off my glasses to wipe the sweat?

　　If you don’t turn on the air conditioner, you will die of heat. If you turn on the air conditioner, it will be even hotter outside, so that next summer will be even hotter. This goes on and on, falling into an endless loop. Hey, life is hard~
　　
　
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