The stewards of the palace were all very alert, fearing that if they did something wrong, King Wu and his party would find fault with them and humiliate their prince.
Yan Lao'er was even worse. He had only been in the palace for a few days before he was sent out on an errand. Today's work became more and more important.
Otherwise, I would sharpen my head and dig into the camp.
Yan Laoer was arranged to greet people at the door today. This job was glamorous and public, and he was busy for a while. The only thing he had to worry about was to compare the gifts brought by the King of Wu and even these officials with the gift slips and put them into the treasury.
The possibility of errors in the process is almost negligible.
If there wasn't a waiter and her godfather here, he wouldn't believe it.
Carefully keep an eye on the things being put into storage, and hand the gift slips to the accounting office for storage.
Then it was time to wait for the banquet.
That's right, they, the palace's external and internal affairs ministers, can also enjoy a meal.
It is arranged in a corner of the side hall.
There are only two tables, not much at all.
If you have some errands to do, you'll find an opportunity to take a bite. If your butt touches the edge of the chair and it's still not warm, you have to lift it up.
After finishing their errands, they seemed to be here permanently, eating and drinking while being welcomed and dropped off...
Those who can sit, except Yan Laoer, are all senior members of the royal family.
Yan Laoer has seen some of them before, but he is not unfamiliar with them.
He is a naturally familiar person, and as long as he can strike up a conversation with someone, he can chat with them naturally without taking himself personally at all.
"Brother Yu, what's going on over there? Why did you remove the table?"
When asked, Manager Yu turned his head slightly and glanced over, curled his lips, and said: "I'm afraid that King Wu won't come out, so I removed the table and sent it to the courtyard."
A waiter walked quickly close to the side, bowed to the stewards at the table, and then lowered his voice and said something to Steward Wang at the table.
Manager Wang explained a few words in a low voice.
Then he turned to everyone at the table and said: "It's free of charge. Hey, I just asked for rice, noodles, meat, eggs, fish, fruits and vegetables in that courtyard, but I had to make the fire myself, ha! It seems that King Wu brought many of his servants with him when he was traveling.
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Another steward next to him put down his chopsticks and frowned: "There is a small kitchen in the courtyard, but King Wu stayed in our house for two days and did not prepare it in advance. There was not even that much firewood prepared for the stove."
"Brother Fan, let's make a bet. Do you believe me that King Wu hasn't finished bathing yet? How much firewood have you prepared? I heard that King Wu is very particular about it when I was in Beijing. Let's not talk about heating and cooking.
You have to prepare more firewood for bathing and boiling water. You can't follow our prince's rules. Hey, our prince is famous for not being particular."
Manager Fan couldn't sit still anymore, stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."
When Manager Fan came back, his face was dark.
"The people in the courtyard said they couldn't stand the smoke and couldn't use the briquettes, so they all had to use charcoal instead." He looked at Yan Laoer and said: "Our house is filled with charcoal sent by the Qijia Charcoal Factory. Where can we go?"
Looking for silver bone charcoal?"
Yan Laoer blinked innocently.
What is silver bone charcoal? He has never heard of it.
"Yin Shuang Tan!" Manager Yu chuckled: "We haven't entered our mansion for several years. Let them endure it for two days. When they get to Xizhou, they will be able to keep it in Prince Qi's mansion."
Yan Laoer thoughtfully served refills of tea to several stewards.
There was no wine at all for these two tables.
"What are you worried about? At worst, it's just a matter of moving around to make up for it. Look at me, am I worried about the extra things that are needed in the courtyard?" Manager Wang should eat and drink.
"What's going on this year? Do you know how much is used just for bathing... What should I use to make up for it... Also, they said that the fire wall was so dry that it even put out the fire wall and the fire pot! Every room
They all need to be put in, maybe two at least, six at most! It’s impossible to say!”
"Hahaha!" Manager Yu smiled unkindly.
Manager Fan glared at him and hurriedly swallowed his laughter.
"I can bear it for just two days. What can they do if they don't comply? They have come all the way, and our prince is the elder brother. Well, we can't even light a charcoal pot here. We won't know until we return to the capital."
Why are you talking so nonsense about our prince?"
Manager Fan knew it in his heart and just complained.
Wait for everyone to leave the table and go about their business.
Yan Laoer chased for a few steps and caught up with Manager Fan.
"Brother Fan, if you really don't have enough, I'll make up for you."
Yan Laoer is sincere. King Wu will only stay for two days. The gap should not be too big. The salary he receives from the palace should be able to make up for it and is within his ability.
He had just arrived, and he had a relationship with the waiter and her godfather, so he seemed to be separated from the managers in the mansion.
If you can take the opportunity to get closer to your colleagues, it's money well spent.
Fan Guanshi felt good about it, don't worry about whether it is done or not. Saying this made people feel comfortable.
"Brother Yan, as long as you say this, I'll take care of it myself. If it doesn't work, I'll ask you again." Manager Fan added, "I, Old Fan, have written this down first."
After speaking, before Yan Laoer could speak again, Manager Fan left.
Yan Laoer shrugged, it didn't matter if the favor was not given away, it saved him money.
But when will his travel expenses be reimbursed to him?
Thinking of this, Yan Laoer automatically walked towards the accounting room.
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Yan Yu didn't expect to hear her father's voice in the palace.
Although it was only two sentences, she often communicated with Manager Fan, recognized his voice, and guessed that the few words were probably charcoal.
At this time, she was carrying a cloth bag on her back and two more in her hands. I will help you if you have something to do. These are all the luggage of Ms. Mu.
Knowing that she was very strong, her new teacher was really not polite to her. He pointed at her, and Yan Yu obeyed her orders obediently.
As for Ms. Mu herself, she was walking with empty hands on the inner passage of the palace, but she was very calm.
The back is straight, the eyes are not squinting, and the walk is straight and generous.
If you walk in a straight line, you have to take a long way around. Yan Yu has taken shortcuts in the palace not once or twice.
She turned her head to look at Ms. Mu and saw that she had taken two steps to the side.
I knew she didn't want to eavesdrop on what others were saying.
I felt a little embarrassed.
He hurriedly explained: "Master Mu, the one who just spoke was my father, who wanted to make up the number for Manager Fan."
Ms. Mu nodded slightly, indicating that she understood, and motioned for her to continue leading the way.
This is the palace of the King of England, not a place to talk.
If there is anything else, let’s wait until we get to the Yan family.
Yan Yu brought Mu Guan out with familiarity.
She walked through the side door. The gatekeepers of the palace were familiar to her. One called the gatekeeper, the waiter, and the other gatekeeper, Xiaoliuzige. The latter called her to come closer.
The two murmured.
"Xiaoer, I helped you feed half a bag of your cow. You caught it today. The best concentrate was brought by King Wu's people." Menzi looked like he was taking advantage.
Yan Yu was very grateful and looked grateful.
"Brother Xiaoliuzi, it's so interesting. Think of me next time something good like this happens!"
"Don't worry, your Sixth Brother knows what's going on."
Ms. Mu didn't mean to listen, but her ears were naturally good and she couldn't avoid it.
She looked at the Yan family's cow, and the cow also looked at her, with her little shadow printed in the dark cow's eyes.
Then the mouth opens and closes, turning the food out and chewing it.
Sambo: What are you looking at? This cow has all the postures that a normal cow has.