A piece of paper

Aunt Qiao said angrily: "Yes, yes, I made a mistake!" Then she turned to Xian Jin and said with a smile: "Your teacher always talks about you, you are smart and diligent, kind and generous, decisive and calm. In the world. All your good words are yours."

Oh~ Director Qiao~ It turns out that you are such a director. You scolded her so much in front of you, but you are so proud of her behind your back!
Xian Jin tried to blush and pretended to be embarrassed. He kept pretending for a long time, but his face showed a clear conscience in addition to being righteous.

Qiao Fangzhi: "."

He is truly a good disciple of his, and he is as shameless as ever.

After chatting for a few more words, Qiao Fangzhi put down the tea cup and said, "What are your plans for the next few days in Beijing?"

Xianjin said warmly: "Tomorrow I am going to go to the Ziwu Tibetan Office. Superintendent Wu gave me a greeting card and have a good chat about the feasibility of using rice paper to pay money. Tomorrow afternoon I am going to Honglu Temple. Cheng Shaoqing made an appointment with me to have a nice chat. Let’s talk about the imperial paper issued by the Japanese Empire and the details of the teachings of the school; the day after tomorrow, the Department of Finance and Finance of the Ministry of Household Affairs will have a small meeting. In the afternoon, we will go to the Imperial College to inquire about the situation of Jiaozi issuance. The arrangements for the next few days will be based on these three We will discuss the future talks later.”

Very busy.

The shaggy-bearded Ning Yuanhou spoke in a jerky Mandarin: "Ouch! Zhen Mo is so busy, let's go see the sideshow tomorrow! There's so much work to do!"

Okay. I think I will take her to make a pot of tea soon. I feel like I am going to visit the gods after worshiping at the ancestral hall.
It is rare to see this kind of relaxation in military generals, where everything in life is overwhelmed.

Xian Jin turned to look at Qiao Hui unconsciously.

Production is complicated, and accounting and distribution are not as simple.

Xian Jin smiled secretly.

Well, you’re right about drinking tea with flip flops.

There were many departments in the imperial court responsible for this matter. The Jiaozi Wutiji Division was handed down from the Song Dynasty and was mainly responsible for the production of Jiaozi; the Ministry of Household Affairs was responsible for accounting the quantity and time of Jiaozi issuance; and the Imperial College was responsible for direct issuance.

A precious disciple who praises his father takes care of his children, and a precious disciple who teaches his father wastes his time doing nothing, kill them all!
Qiao Hui half-propped himself up and wiped Xian Jin's neck.

Making a Jiaozi is by no means as simple as making a paper report.

Qiao Fangzhi turned around and nodded to Xianjin: "It's right for you to go to the Office of Prosecution first. Superintendent Wu was the superintendent in charge of Qianyang Palace before Princess Chang went to the northwest. If he endorses you first, you can go elsewhere. , it’s like getting Shang Fang’s sword.”

Qiao Fangzhi frowned speechlessly: "You two, please shut up first."

No one noticed a pair of eyes flowing back and forth between them.

Qiao Huizheng leaned back on the chair, supported his chin with his right hand, and made a mouth shape to Xian Jin, "Guangdong-ren-"

Some are issued directly from the imperial court, and some are issued through provinces, states, and governments.

The production process and the distribution process are complex. Although Xianjin, as the lowest-level supplier in the production of Jiaozi, does not need to bear the heavy tasks related to the national destiny, it is inevitable that there will be "one-to-many" reality situations such as Party B's multi-party docking with Party A.

For example, Xianjin needs to understand the requirements for Jiaozi paper issued by the Jiaozi Affairs Office, the rules of issuance by the Ministry of Household Affairs to prepare supplies and purchase materials, and the method of issuance by the Imperial College to avoid transportation and storage risks - these needs A conflict is likely. For example, the Jiaozi Prosecution Department must hope that the Jiaozi is light enough to be carried, but the Imperial College, which is in charge of the specific matters of releasing the Jiaozi, must hope that the Jiaozi is wear-resistant, and finally as hard as kraft paper, and will not wear out easily - how can it be possible to satisfy both needs at the same time? ?

It’s light, tear-resistant, tear-resistant and easy to carry—sorry, plastic bags haven’t been invented yet.

Putting aside the conflicting needs of each Party A's father, it is very likely that Party A will not deal with them themselves.

For example, the Jiaoziwu Tijusi is controlled by the close associates of the person in power, most of whom are eunuchs. While meeting the requirements of the person in power, they also need to take care of his material or spiritual needs as a person without descendants; while the Ministry of Households is a politician. It is said that Hu Bingzhi, the current Minister of Household Affairs, quickly switched sides after the eldest princess came to power and won himself a place in the business group that went to Japan to negotiate. However, just last month, he just betrothed his young daughter to the legitimate daughter of Mr. Li Ge who stayed in his hometown. Sun, the idea is that when the wind blows, both sides will fall, and whoever is strong will lean on whom;

The Imperial College is neutral. No matter who is in power, those who come out of it are all disciples of the emperor.

The three fathers of Party A want to have a game, and the only one pulling the strings is the poor grandson of Party B.

Qiao Fangzhi calmly analyzed the matters in Xianjin's hands and quickly gave instructions: "You are the one appointed by the eldest princess. Handing over to the Ziwu Tijuan Office will not harm you specifically, but please be careful about what Superintendent Wu will do to you." I'm trying to instigate you to fight with Hubu - but there's no need to be afraid. If you treat him with more respect, don't call him eunuch, call him lord, and he won't make things too difficult for my Qiao's apprentice."

"Imperial Academy, I'm writing you a letter. If anyone dares to set a trap for you, write down his name and come back to me. I won't kill him."

"As for the household department."

Qiao Fangzhi pondered: "Hu Bingzhi, the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, is an old fox. He will not handle this matter personally. Huang Qiqian, a member of the Ministry of Finance under his command, was born in Huai'an Prefecture and studied at Qingcheng Mountain Academy for two years. Which department in the Ministry of Finance should you look at first?" If there is another Yuanwai Lang in charge of this matter, I will write to Huang Qiqian and ask him to take over the matter."

Xian Jin: I was so moved that my eyes were filled with tears!
There is a sense of satisfaction that it doesn’t matter if she messes up, let’s just watch my teacher open the door to heaven for you!
Qiao Fangzhi said again: "The Japanese imperial edicts, imperial papers and private school teachings are more formal than content. The key point is the role of sending Japanese envoys. You are just a facilitator. I am not familiar with Cheng Shaoqing of Honglu Temple. My name will be Baoyuan tomorrow afternoon." Send you there."

Qiao Hui:?
"How do you know I'll have nothing to do tomorrow?" Qiao Hui frowned.

Qiao Fangzhi said expressionlessly: "What's the matter with you?"

"Nothing, nothing."

Qiao Fangzhi looked at Qiao Hui like he was looking at a simple-minded pheasant: "If the commander of the capital guards has something to do, the capital will be in chaos - tomorrow afternoon you will personally drive Sister Jin off in a carriage. Go to Honglu Temple, harness your sleek Northern Xinjiang horses, and try your best to show off."

Qiao Hui endured it for a long time: "Why don't you use the word 'slick' to describe my horses from Northern Xinjiang? - It always makes me have the illusion that my hands are oily when I put on the saddle!"

There was a gentle, delicate "Puch" sound from the audience.

Everyone turned their attention to the bottom.

The sister of the Jiang family mentioned by Qiao Fang was red-faced and raised her little finger, covering her mouth with a handkerchief. She stammered in shame and explained: "It's always fun to listen to Brother Baoyuan talk. It's a waste of time for everyone to talk about business. Bao Niang can’t help everyone.”

Xian Jin turned his head calmly and raised his eyebrows at Qiao Hui with a half-smile - "Oh? Brother Baoyuan?"

(End of this chapter)