Prime Minister of Great Qin

Chapter 115 Officials Are Difficult! (seeking subscription)
At dusk, there is a breeze.

Ji Heng and his group entered the large courtyard of the Qin Pavilion.

As soon as he stepped in, an old pavilion soldier with a spear greeted him.

"This is Qin Ting, how many of you are on official business?"

Fusu cupped his hands and said, "We are officials under the Prime Minister's Mansion, and we were ordered to come to the Qin Pavilion to compile relevant Qin history."

Done.

Fusu took out a biography from his sleeve.

The old pavilion soldier took the inspection pass, looked carefully, nodded, and said inwardly: "The superior official will wait a moment, the pavilion chief, there are official guests."

"I heard it, come here!" There was a distant voice in the pavilion, the voice was loud and thick.

Following the voice, a person came out of the door, with a moderate build and a cheerful face, with a short, green and yellowish bamboo skin crown on his head, which seemed quite novel, and a short beard under his chin, which made him a little On the casual cheeks, a bit of maturity and wit were added.

His gait and tone of voice give people a kind of sophistication.

As soon as he walked out of the stone gate, he bowed his hands and saluted from afar, walked three feet in front of everyone, bowed and smiled and said: "The superior official came from a long way, it is hard work, and the junior official is polite."

Fusu showed surprise on his face.

He looked the pavilion chief up and down a few times, and was a little more curious about this person, but he also smiled and cupped his hands, and replied: "It's not a high-ranking official, but a small official in Dousheng, dare to ask the pavilion chief Gao's surname." name?"

"I have a question from the official, but I don't have a surname. My real name is Shiyue. I despise this vulgar name, so I changed it to Shiyue on my own." As he spoke, the pavilion chief himself laughed, with a hint of How forthright and open-minded.

Fu Su also smiled and said, "It really sounds a lot better."

"Master Shi, we want to rest in the pavilion for two days, or we have official duties."

"It's easy to say, if you don't rest and have no official duties, then what do you want me to do as Tingzhi? Shiyue will never make mistakes. If the superior officials need it, it's okay to say it."

Fusu nodded in satisfaction.

He was very satisfied with the pavilion chief named Shi Yue.

This pavilion chief is not as vulgar and submissive as the officials in the palace. He seems to have an official style and is quite capable.

After chatting for a while, Fusu gave his test biography to the pavilion chief. After a careful inspection, the pavilion chief carefully handed the test biography back to Fusu, then turned sideways to give way, and said with a cupped hand. The official asked, and accompanied Fusu and others into the pavilion.

In addition to being a grassroots administrative office under the jurisdiction of the village (village) below the township, the pavilion of Daqin also served as a post station for receiving and passing public officials, and was responsible for transmitting official documents.

Therefore, most of the villages and pavilions in Daqin were located at ferries or crossings where water and land were convenient.

The standard pavilion in the Qin Dynasty was six bays, three deep, and two points on the left and right.

The first to enter the third room on the right is the postal cavalry.In the third room on the left lived a small postal official.

The third room on the right of the second entrance is the pavilion chief's room, and the third room on the left is the guest room for passing officials.

The third entrance is the backyard, which is the place where the kitchen, warehouse, stables and pavilions wait.

As soon as the group of people entered the pavilion chief's room, Shi Yue shouted: "Hurry up and serve hot soup to the official."

The voice just fell.

There was a middle-aged official holding a big plate with two sets of pottery pots and bowls in it. Then he poured hot soup skillfully for Fusu and the head of the pavilion with relatively exquisite small pottery pots, and then used the big pots one by one. The pottery pot poured hot soup for Gongzi Gao, Ji Heng and others, with a very humble attitude and an apologetic smile on his face.

Ji Heng looked indifferent.

He looked at the pavilion chief and the pawn calmly, and silently picked up the pottery bowl to drink the hot soup.

He also had to admit that the pavilion chief had a good way of receiving people and things.

At least it doesn't make people feel disgusted.

And from the moment I come to the pavilion, I can feel that the pavilion is quite impressive.

Daily management is good.

With this person's ability, he is nearly forty years old, but he is still only a pavilion chief, which is enough to explain some problems.

There is too little room for improvement at the bottom of Daqin.

The reason is actually very simple.

At the beginning of the founding of the Great Qin Dynasty, due to the lack of officials, the "renzi" system was used, which allowed officials of a certain level to recommend their descendants as officials. Zhonglang, Shilang, Langzhong, etc., the children of courtiers squeezed the promotion of local county officials, and the children of local counties squeezed the promotion space of low-level officials.

One layer squeezes the other, and the bottom officials basically have no hope of promotion.

Fusu took a sip of the hot soup and praised: "The chief of the pavilion has done a good job."

"Ashamed and ashamed." Shi Yue chuckled, and said slowly: "It's just a small pavilion chief who manages the official roads and mails for the imperial court, and also manages the people ten miles away. It's such an easy mess."

Fusu took a few glances at Shi Yue, and asked curiously, "When did the pavilion chief quit the army?"

"Back then, I was fortunate to serve as a soldier under the command of General Meng Tian. When he attacked Qi, he made some military achievements and became a centurion commander." Shi Yue said.

Fu Su nodded slightly: "Yes, most of the pavilion heads in Daqin are made by retired centurions."

Shi Yue showed hesitation, cupped his hands and said: "The official said it wrong. After I retired, I was not the head of the pavilion. I just worked as a foreign official in the county government and ran errands to run some errands. I was lucky enough to get to know the head of the pavilion. I was lucky enough to get a county official."

"As for the head of the pavilion, I don't know how many people are staring at it every day."

"It's hard for a petty official to do this."

Fusu's expression moved slightly, he didn't ask carefully, but said: "Your pavilion chief is better than most veteran pavilion chiefs."

"When the superior officials praise them, the inferior officials should remember them."

Fusu said: "It's not early, let's talk about business first."

"Sir, please tell me, what is the official business? Do you need this pavilion to work?" Shi Yue said.

Fusu said: "We are officials under the prime minister's mansion. We came to the Qin Pavilion to investigate and record the history of Qin. I don't know if the head of the pavilion knows. Who in the pavilion knows about the Qin people's foothold?"

heard.

Shi Yue was a little surprised.

He has been the head of the Qin Pavilion for six or seven years, and no high-ranking official has ever come here before, let alone a high-ranking official, even in the county, very few people have come. Officials, the Qin Dynasty has been established for hundreds of years, why do you suddenly think of Qin Ting?

He thought for a while, then said in a concentrated voice: "I'm not sure about this, I'll ask in the pavilion tomorrow."

Speaking, Shi Yue seemed to think of something, and suddenly said: "I remember that after a family in the pavilion has been claiming to be Qin Shifu, they may know something about the past, but there are hundreds of miles between Qin State and Qin Ting. It’s been a year, and I’ve changed cities a long time ago, I’m afraid I can get very little information.”

"Shifu Qin?" Fu Su was taken aback.

He had no memory of the name at all.

At this time.

Hu Hai proudly said: "Qin Shifu is the first eldest son of Duke Zhuang. After Zhuang Gong passed away, Qin Shifu voluntarily gave up the position of king to Duke Xiang, and he himself led the army to fight against the dog army."

Looking at the surprised eyes around him, Hu Hai seemed quite excited.

He has memorized Qin history a lot these days.

He may not be able to tell what happened in those years, but he remembers those monarchs clearly.

Shi Yue smiled and said, "This official is right."

"Qin Shifu's lineage was originally in Xichui, and later when the Qin Kingdom opened up, their lineage returned to Qin Ting. They have been in Qin Ting for hundreds of years now. The population of this lineage is not very prosperous now. Compared with the past few decades Compared with the past year, it has been greatly weakened, and there is no one in the county."

Speaking of which.

Shi Yue was also quite sad.

Fusu nodded slightly, cupped his hands and said: "If that's the case, I invite the pavilion chief to invite the descendants of my father to the pavilion tomorrow."

"It should be like this." Shi Yue took it in one gulp.

After talking for a while, the head of the pavilion, Shi Yue, placed everyone in a big house near the backyard, and introduced that these rooms were the best places to live in the pavilion.

Ji Heng joked, "Whoever you say is the best is the best?"

"How do I know that you won't reserve the best house for high officials?"

Shi Yue glanced at Ji Heng, and said indifferently: "I want to entertain the high officials, so the high officials must come. If there are good ones at the moment, I have to arrange them myself. I will keep a good house and wait for the high officials. That's an idiot. I, Shi Yue, don't do such stupid things, my Qin Pavilion has a total of fifteen guest rooms, and anyone who comes will do his best to accommodate them."

"Never wait for high officials alone."

"Whoever comes early will do well."

"If there are guests who are really dissatisfied, at worst, another pavilion will be sent to serve. What else can the guests say?"

"And you guys take Qin Ting too seriously."

"This is a small place, officials are not rare to come here. Don't laugh when you say it, you are the highest officials I have received. People from ordinary counties come here, and they are not rare to live here. Those who want to live will live in the pavilion next door. , this is an old pavilion, the room is not big, and it is not close to the water, and you can’t even see fish, so who cares about living here?”

Fu Su frowned slightly.

Ji Heng smiled and echoed, "At least you can enjoy yourself leisurely and cleanly."

Shi Yue followed with a smile.

After a brief settlement, Shi Yue left.

Ji Heng led the cow to the backyard, fed some hay, and went back to the room he arranged.

twilight.

There is a cool breeze in the pavilion.

A pavilion soldier had already presented the food.

Seeing his meal, Ji Heng's eyes showed a strange look.

Either right or wrong.

It's a bit too 'good'.

For this kind of 'messenger', Shi Yue arranged meals for the censors, that is, half a bucket of rice, a quarter of a liter of sauce, vegetable soup, and some leeks.

If he had guessed correctly, Fusu might have arranged meals for the officials and officials, while Hu Hai and the others were Gao Jue's followers.

This meal has completely exceeded the standard of the "Law of Passing Food".

Ji Heng frowned and said: "This pavilion chief is really exposed to both rain and dew, and he doesn't easily offend anyone. It's really a bit of a shame to be a small pavilion chief, but judging by his appearance, either he has a desire to cling to him, or he is worried about it. If you don't take good care of it, you will lose your position as the pavilion chief."

"Nowadays, Daqin is not an official."

"But it's the bottom that is in trouble."

"The radish pit in Guanzhong has long been occupied by people."

"Even the pits at the bottom are beginning to be coveted."

"At the beginning, due to the shortage of officials, the first emperor agreed to the Renzi recommendation system, but now it has also produced bad results."

"It's hard to get people's hearts together at the bottom."

Ji Heng shook his head, finished the food on the wooden plate, and returned to his room.

He was also a little tired after a long day of travel.

He had just finished washing and was about to go to bed when there was a knock on the door.

"Mr. Ji, Fusu has something to ask for advice."

(End of this chapter)