Chapter 17 That is... Young Marquis Wu!
Fan Jian paused, turned slowly, and glanced at Ye Zheng beside him.
The latter had already turned around and bowed to Chen Pingping, saying, "Thank you, Dean Chen."
"No need to thank me. This is the duty of the Inspection Office." Chen Pingping shook his head and continued, "If it is as you wish, Qu Yanzhi has not committed any serious offense. You... should understand."
"clear."
How could you not understand? There are only three words hidden in these words: 'can't move'.
That Qu Yanzhi should be a disciple of the crown prince or the second prince. It is not his turn to make a move, or it is not the time to make a move.
Looking at him, Chen Pingping nodded slightly, with admiration in his eyes, "Ye Zheng, patrolling fire is a very important responsibility. You should be extremely careful and vigilant."
Ok?
Ye Zheng's heart tightened.
Someone wants to fuck him?
Can't you?
He is now only on the list of the Qin family and the Ningyuanhou Wu family.
But this position of fire patrol officer was appointed to him personally by His Majesty. Could these two families be so blind?
Ok…
In a split second, Ye Zheng had numerous guesses, but he quickly suppressed them and bowed to Chen Pingping again, "Thank you, Dean Chen, for your advice. I will keep it in mind."
"Okay, it's done, let's go." Fan Jian still spoke in a 'master' tone, glanced at Chen Pingping indifferently, and led Ye Zheng away.
Chen Pingping smiled and nodded to Ye Zheng who bowed to him again. He watched him and Fan Jian get on the carriage. When the carriage drove away, he smiled even more and said without raising his head, "This kid, I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep well tonight."
Under the mask, Shadow's eyes twitched.
How bad.
"When I first met him, I felt that this guy was very thoughtful, but Fan Jian didn't believe it."
"No, this old guy must know this and will definitely go against me!"
"The Ye family is really lucky, what do you think?"
Finally asked this, Shadow immediately replied, "It is true that I can't feel the true energy. I released a little energy, and he sensed it. He has the skills of the eighth rank."
Chen Pingping nodded slightly, with an inexplicable expression.
……
next day
Yangxin Palace, Imperial Study
"Ok?"
Li Yunqian picked up a memorial and was dazed when he saw the cover.
"A memorial from the commander of the Kyoto Fire Patrol?"
He whispered.
Look... curious.
According to the rules of the Qing Dynasty, all officials of high rank can submit memorials, but it is just a "can".
Memorials are divided into two types: title version and memorial version.
Official matters (including but not limited to impeachment by censors) are handled with memorials, while private matters are handled with memorials.
Generally, memorials submitted by officials of too low a rank or consisting solely of greetings or meaningless statements would not be sent to the Imperial Study, and the six ministries would directly reject them.
Since Ye Zheng's memorial was delivered to his desk, it would definitely be approved by the six ministries, so at least it would be meaningful.
It's rare that his curiosity is aroused.
"Ye Zheng will take office today, right?" He opened the memorial and asked without raising his head.
Outside the bookshelf, Eunuch Hou flashed in and bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, I will take office today."
"Go and ask where he went yesterday and what he is doing now?"
"Here."
Ignoring the first two sentences of "greetings", Li Yun immediately looked at the main text.
"I have heard that 'the most difficult things in the world must be done from the easy, and the most important things in the world must be done from the details'. Fire patrol is related to people's livelihood, so I dare not be careless. I write "One or Two Stories of Fire Patrol" and present it to you..."
“…Those who guard and do not lose, those who discipline themselves, must be faithful and not be impatient for quick success…”
At the end of the document were some words of self-awakening and self-encouragement. Emperor Qing quickly glanced over them and put the memorial down.
"One or two?"
He took it in carefully and the corners of his mouth raised.
There are really only two suggestions.
First, for the fire soldiers, the "rotational service by household" was changed to "recruited service", and the targets of recruitment were the laid-off Kyoto garrison and Beijing camp soldiers (not old or disabled); the original "Zongjia" and "Limu" were abolished; half of the fees were allocated by the court, and the other half were collected from each household in the neighborhood.
Second, it is...
After searching through several piles of memorials, he picked up a folded piece of paper and slowly opened it. He saw a row of small characters on the left. Li Yunqian slowly read out, "Qingshi Shuilong?" (Shuilong was the name of a simple fire truck in the Qing Dynasty).
To the right, there is a detailed picture of creation.
……
At this moment, the Kyoto Fire Patrol Office
The yamen is located in a remote area and is dilapidated.
After passing through the front hall, there is a slightly open area behind, which can barely be considered a training ground. Further back, in the courtyard, there are some water bags, pumps, water sacs, hemp racks and other fire-fighting equipment hung or piled up.
According to...Sun Liuwu, whose name sounds very "Zhongba", according to this person, there are still a lot of them in the warehouse.
"Commander, only eleven generals have arrived." Sun Liuwu reported breathlessly.
He looked at eleven frightened faces, sometimes raised his head and quickly glanced at Ye Zheng, who was checking the roster and account books in the hall, wearing an official robe and with a dignified demeanor; sometimes looked to the side, wanting to ask something, but in the end no one dared to speak.
Ye Zheng looked up at the eleven people, then continued to read through them, saying, "The fifty-seven vacancies will be temporarily filled by the former junior officers of each district. The eleven of you will go back first."
"Sun Liuwu, send it off for me."
What does this mean?
Call people over and then ask them to go back?
Among the eleven people, some of them couldn't help but feel resentful.
"Yes, my lord."
Everyone gave up.
As soon as he left the government office, someone called Sun Erwu and said, "Liuwu, how come you, Fu Lao and Xincheng are the only ones left in the government office?"
In his words, 'Fu Lao' is Fu Chunshou from the Household Department (who is in charge of accounts), and 'Xincheng' is Zhang Xincheng from the Personnel Department.
The Fire Patrol Office has a more refined structure than ordinary offices.
There are the Household Department, the Personnel Department, a clerk, and above him a commander, and that’s it.
But there are many people to manage below. Among the seventy-nine wards in Kyoto, except for some high-ranking officials and royal relatives who have their own slaves in charge of patrolling the fire, the remaining sixty-eight wards have one chief guard, one minor guard, and several firemen in each ward. All of them are not up to standard, and many of them are even poor outsiders without household registration. The three shifts corresponding to the normal government offices are temporarily filled by these chief guards and minor guards.
"I don't know. I didn't see him when I checked in today."
Sun Liuwu is a newly selected clerk, young, well... still young.
Hearing this, the man's face suddenly changed, and he could not hide his horror. He turned his head to look inside the yamen, and even though there was a screen wall between them, his eyes were still timid.
"Sanhe, do you know something? Tell us quickly. When we were having dinner today, we heard that Lu Daqian was taken away by the Kyoto government."
Another person grabbed his arm and said anxiously.
"So does Fang Youcai from Huaihuafang."
“Anrenfang…”
"Xuanpingfang..."
Everyone was talking at once, calling out names one by one, which made Yu Sanhe even more worried and uneasy.
He glanced at the half of the screen again, walked away carefully, and then said, "I heard that Commander Hu... Hu Jinfu was taken away by the Inspection Institute. A new commander took office, so he asked someone to keep an eye on him. I just found out that it was the little justice from 'Nanshi'..."
"Ask someone else? Who doesn't know this? Sanhe, why are you so unhappy?"
"Yes, Xiao Qingtian, the third son of the Ye family."
"Has the young marquis of the Wu family been sentenced?"
Yu Sanhe was speechless.
How come...
"Are you still going to listen? If not, I'm going to reply." He was confused and had to find some connections to ask, otherwise this fire patrol chief would quit.
"Sanhe, I..."
When someone was about to speak, they suddenly saw a carriage in the distance. It was...
Metropolitan Procuratorate!
"Quick, get out of the way!"
Everyone quickly retreated to a farther distance, but did not leave and secretly took a peek.
They knew clearly that the Censorate's visit to this remote place was most likely related to the new commander.
"Why is there a prisoner van?"
"Don't push, don't push!"
"Keep your voice down, that's... Young Marquis Wu!"
Please read on, vote for the monthly ticket, and collect it~ (In Chapter 11, the Three Departments, the Censorate was written as the Inspection Institute, which has been changed)
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