After flipping through it a few more times, most of them were excerpts about greetings and thanksgiving, but Sheng Shaoqing still admired their writing skills.
Sheng Shaoqing felt that she was simply illiterate in front of this group of people. When she wrote a paper, just checking for plagiarism would kill her, let alone a bunch of ingenious innovations. But these people, every book
The kind words are all the same, they are all talents!
So, here comes the question, how to approve these?
Fortunately, Cui Yun was very considerate and brought the memorials approved by the late emperor for her reference. Now that she had a standard answer, she would not be disrespectful.
All inquiries will be answered with a "I understand" reply and treated with indifference.
For those who expressed gratitude, they were always encouraged by the reply "Keep up the good work".
After approving a few copies, Sheng Shaoqing thought she had mastered the trick, until she saw the Zhili Governor's book again and again.
Governor-General of Zhili: Can I return to Beijing to wish the Emperor Longevity Day?
The late emperor: No need to read the book.
Governor of Zhili: On the eighth day of February, the ministers came to celebrate the emperor’s birthday?
Late Emperor: No need to come!
Sheng Shaoqing hurriedly dug out the Zhili Governor's "Invitation to Beijing to Congratulate the Empress Dowager on the Yongning Festival" from the pile of buried papers. As expected, the last sentence was: Can I return to Beijing to congratulate the Empress Dowager on the Yongning Festival?
This governor-general of Zhili was too miserable. He wanted to go back to Beijing to celebrate the emperor's birthday but was always rejected.
However, given that her ex-husband, the emperor, had successively rejected the kindness of the Governor of Zhili, it was difficult for her to accept it, so she could only hold back her smile and said: No need.
The rest of the memorials are mostly about the daily affairs of the officials' territories, such as whether it has rained in Baoding Prefecture this month and how much it has rained, how the recent crops in Shuntian Prefecture are growing, and what the recent output of Bianzhou weaving is, for the convenience of recording.
, she called Cui Yun to help her lay the paper.
She wanted to show the ancient people advanced science and technology.
After a while, the half-year cloth output trend chart of Bianzhou weaving was completed. The quantities of silk, yarn, Qi, damask, Luo, brocade and satin were classified into categories. Sheng Shaoqing proudly showed Cui Yun, "This is no better than that one
Ersan’s writing is much clearer?!”
Cui Jun looked at the Arabic numerals and line charts in the Queen Mother's hands and fell into deep thought. What was the Queen Mother doing?
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After speaking, the system sorted out all the data contained in these memorials.
There are even extractions of the names of these ministers, their official positions, the number of discounts and content keywords.
"You told me earlier that you had this function. You were hiding it from me. Let me first see if the keyword of this Governor of Zhili is 'congratulations'?"
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Holding back the quintessence of Chinese culture, Sheng Shaoqing: OK. It’s better to ask for yourself than to ask for others.
Sheng Shaoqing started a new round of sorting out the records of the Governor of Zhili who had to return to Beijing every day to pay his respects.
A magistrate named Hangqingzhou from Yecheng stood out among the nonsense in terms of his number of quotes. Sheng Shaoqing made a logical decision: approve his first.
When she found the late emperor's previous standard answer to this little expert on folding, Sheng Shaoqing held it in for a long time before bursting out laughing without breaking the skill.
Hang Qingzhou: Hello, Your Majesty!
The late emperor: I am very good, but I have gained some weight recently.
Hang Qingzhou: How are you, Your Majesty?
The late Emperor: I am very good.
Hangqingzhou: How are you, Your Majesty?
The late emperor: Very good.
Sheng Shaoqing seemed to see the late emperor's deep resentment through these standardized answers. The county governor must have been a talker. It would be great if the automatic reply function could be turned on.
Perhaps it was because of these failures that the late emperor fell ill from overwork and died young.
Seeing that the number of words in the late emperor's reply to Hang Qingzhou became less and less, until there was only one word "oh" in the end, she felt that the late emperor still had a rebellious spirit.
