However, they saw that this was a spacious room similar to an archive room. The bookshelves next to the wall were filled with stacks of files, very neatly.
Looking further in, I saw a four-foot small table placed in the corner of the hall, with pens, inks, paper and inkstones ready for use.
It seems that this one is my desk.
sure?
Sure!
The basis is that the small-sized table matches my identity.
This... sit down and feel it?
Um……
So, Qi Yu put down the basket in his hand, sat down on the chair calmly, then squinted his eyes and was intoxicated.
This feeling is just so-so~~
I don’t think there’s anything special about it!
While I was intoxicated, I suddenly heard a dry cough coming from my ears.
who?
Qi Yu quickly opened his eyes and concentrated on looking.
But he saw a group of people standing in front of him. To be more precise, there was a very distinctive person standing there.
He is in his forties, with a swarthy complexion and distinctive features. If a crescent moon were drawn between his eyebrows, he would look like a vivid Bao Qingtian.
However, Mr. Bao seems to be a very honest and upright person, but this person is very cunning, and he seems to be a man of wisdom at first glance.
After Qi Yu looked at it for a few times, he quickly stood up and saluted, saying, "Who are you?"
The man chuckled, gestured to excuse himself, and said, "I, Zhao Mingyu, currently serve as the Prime Minister of Xingtaipusi Temple, and I am your immediate boss now."
"Oh, it turns out it's Mr. Zhao..." Qi Yu's face suddenly stiffened as he was halfway through his words, and he said in surprise: "You said you are Zhao Mingyu?"
The man smiled and said 'hmm'.
I still remember that the former prefect of Yongchuan Prefecture was named Zhao Mingyu.
No, I should say, absolutely sure!
I think back then, Yongchuan was unfortunately hit by a locust plague. The prefect Zhao Mingyu mobilized his officials to vigorously provide disaster relief, which was very popular among the people. Later, when the Emperor Worshipers caused trouble, he even used thunderous means to suppress it bloodyly in order to rectify the world. Therefore, he won a
He was notorious as a "cruel official". Later, the imperial court called him to Beijing to defend himself because of his poor public security, and then there was no news about him.
Could it be that the cruel official is the person in front of me?
Qi Yu concealed his doubts and asked tentatively: "May I ask, sir, have you ever been a local official before?"
Zhao Mingyu smiled and said: "Yes, I once served as the prefect of Yongchuan, and I can be regarded as half a fellow villager with you."
Then there is nothing wrong, it must be him without a doubt.
After Qi Yu heard this, he greeted him again.
Although Zhao Mingyu was known as a cruel official in reputation, in his own impression, he was a rare good official. During his tenure as the prefect of Yongchuan, he provided disaster relief and provided food to bring order out of chaos, and did some real good things for the people.
Whether or not they do practical things for the people is the only criterion for testing the quality of officials.
A good official deserves respect.
So, Qi Yu became respectful and replied: "My lord, I am indeed from Yongchuan."
Zhao Mingyu nodded and said: "I remember you. To be honest, I personally reviewed the test papers when you took the government examination. Well, I am very satisfied with your opinions on businessmen taking the imperial examination. I still remember them now.
new."
Oh, I really did take advantage of him.
However, he is obviously trying to get closer by bringing up old things now.
It means: We are on the same road.
Then, of course, we have to welcome him.
Qi Yu hurriedly said: "To be honest with you, I am actually a wise man like Lord Jiumu. It's a pity that my previous relationship was shallow and I never found a chance to meet him. I didn't expect that we are now working together in the capital. What a fate."
Zhao Mingyu stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Oh? In that case, we have been friends for a long time? In this case, there is no need to do those polite things to each other."
"yes!"
With this good start, the two started chatting very cordially.
Of course, the main thing is to talk about some official matters.
Qi Yu was a newcomer and was unfamiliar with this department, so he took this opportunity to ask a lot of questions.
And Zhao Mingyu also told everything he knew, and answered all his inquiries one by one. In particular, he gave a detailed introduction to the responsibilities of the chief clerk.
For example, what do you usually need to do and how to do it, etc.
At this point, Qi Yu truly understood his job responsibilities.
Generally speaking, this position is quite easy. The horses are only registered when they come in and out. On weekdays, I basically have nothing to do and have a lot of free time.
He also said that the whole Xingtaipu Temple was like this, and everyone was just messing around.
Qi Yu finally realized that his position as chief clerk was no different from that of a corpse.
After chatting for a few more words, Zhao Mingyu left, citing busy official duties as an excuse.
Congratulations Qi Yu.
After Mr. Zhao left, Qi Yu sat lazily in his seat in a daze.
Unexpectedly, I turned out to be a poor person.
In the past, I was always thinking about how to realize my ambitions.
Unexpectedly, in reality it is completely the opposite.
well……
It can be said that this job is completely boring. Apart from occasionally having a few words with the cadre, the rest of the time is spent drinking tea, taking a nap, and reading files.
However, Qi Dalang's mentality is excellent.
It had only been one morning, but by the afternoon I had gotten used to it.
Moreover, he still had a smile on his face.
Isn't it a good thing that I'm not busy at work?
Wouldn’t this just give yourself some time to write a novel?
Even if I want to realize my ambition, I have to pay off the house payment first. Carrying a mountain of house slaves on my back makes me feel uneasy even when I sleep.
…
day to day.
For a long time after that, Qi Yu went to work on time, came home on time, and lived a beautiful and rhythmic life.
During the day, he slept in Xingtaipu Temple and dawdled away. At night, he stayed at home and stayed up all night writing novels.
As far as work and rest are concerned, it is very regular.
Yes, the second volume of "Sword Go" has been written, and the male protagonist Lin Pingan is slowly growing up under Qi Yu's writing.
According to Qi Yu's original intention, he wanted to wait and see the sales of the first volume before deciding whether to continue writing the second volume. If the sales were a mess, there was no need to continue writing it.
But, it’s so boring!
Rather than wasting time like this, it is better to use it to write in advance and just think of it as a way to practice your writing skills.
In addition to writing novels, Qi Yu also secretly observed and studied other aspects of knowledge.
what is it then?
In short, it is the way to be an official.
Now that I have become an official, I will be involved in official circles later on. How can I not learn the rules and regulations here?
In the officialdom, how to speak, how to deal with things, these knowledge points need to be observed in secret, and then carefully figured out in the mind, so that they can be used for their own use.
Yes, you have officially entered this circle, so you need to understand this circle and then adapt to it.
Unknowingly, Qi Yu felt that he had learned a lot, but he still couldn't fully understand it yet. Perhaps, this would take a process.
…
It was a severe winter this year. Soon after winter started, it started to snow and it was freezing cold.
This day happened to be a holiday. Qi Yu got up early and planned to go to Xiong's Literary Society to inquire about the sales situation of "Sword Go". Besides, the second volume has been released, and he was still waiting to exchange money!
Just as he was about to go out and leave, he saw a young boy walking towards him. He said that Mr. Zhao invited him to come over for a drink.
The location is: his home.
Does your immediate boss treat you to dinner?
This has to go!
Liu Quan hurriedly picked up a few fairly good gifts and asked her husband to take them with him.
Yes, it is very rude to pass by with your mouth on your shoulder.
Qi Yu didn't waste any time, put on his cloak neatly, took the gift, and then walked away in the snow with an oil-paper umbrella.
