Zheng Hongkui suddenly remembered that his nephew had passed the Jinshi examination and had not seen him for several years.
"I went to serve as the magistrate of a county."
Zheng Zhilong waved his hand and said slightly proudly: "After being assigned to the Hanlin Academy, he worked as a layman for a few months, and then went to the cabinet to serve as secretary."
"Last year I went to Beizhili and became the magistrate of a county."
"Wouldn't Hanlin stay in Beijing?"
Zheng Hongkui was shocked and extremely puzzled.
He was a martial arts scholar and knew very well what it was like to be a civil servant.
After a few years of hard work in the Hanlin Academy, if you can endure the loneliness, you can be promoted to Hanlin editor, editor and editor, then to the Imperial Academy and Zhan Shifu (East Palace).
After more than ten years, he was either devolved to study politics, or went to the Sixth Ministry to serve as a minister, then minister, and then joined the cabinet.
It can be said that this is the smooth path for Hanlin scholars, and it is also a portrayal of the fact that no one without Hanlin can enter the cabinet.
A noble official is the best at making people happy. At the same time, having been in Beijing for more than ten years, his status as a bystander can help him understand political public opinion.
For example, Wei Zaode, the last chief minister of the Chongzhen Dynasty, who was the number one scholar in the thirteenth year of Chongzhen's reign, entered the cabinet within a few years and did not even wait for the Hanlin Academy to leave. This shows his ability.
"Can't keep it!"
Zheng Zhilong shook his head and said a little irritably: "It has only been two years since the Hanlin Academy was disbanded, and in the past two years, either he has served as Secretary of the Cabinet or he has served as a living minister, which is very different from the past."
"However, he has a lot of knowledge. He said, Your Majesty is trying to compare them. The prime minister started from the state capital!"
"Those fellows in the second, third and third grade can only watch the government in the six departments. How can he be as powerful as him in front of the emperor and next to the prime minister?"
"That's true." When Zheng Hongkui heard this, he felt it was very reasonable: "Fusong is still promising. In the future, our Zheng family may have to have a prime minister! This is to honor our ancestors!!!"
"That one in my family won't be able to learn even if I kill him. He is a twenty-year-old man and is still a child."
"You also gave him a title and asked him to go to the Imperial College. The Imperial College is also a way out."
Zheng Zhilong looked slightly interested.
Zheng Hongkui could only sigh, unable to hide the envy on his face.
"Brother, if you, the Marquis of Nan'an, are passed on to Fusong in the future, then he will not be able to be the prime minister."
Suddenly, Zheng Hongkui thought of something and exclaimed.
"Fusong also sent a message saying this."
Zheng Zhilong curled his lips: "I have worked hard for half my life to earn the title, and he wants Jinshe to inherit it."
Jinshe was the eldest son of Zheng Sen's wife Dong. He was nicknamed Jinshe and his given name was Zheng Jing. He had always been the daughter of Zheng Zhilong and was very popular.
"That's okay." Zheng Hongkui nodded: "It's hard for him to come up with such a way."
"Third brother, after the Chinese New Year, I will submit a letter to become an official."
"Brother——" Zheng Hongkui was startled and his face changed drastically.
Zheng Zhilong sighed: "You are in charge of the Fujian army and I am the commander-in-chief of the Donghai Navy. The Zheng family is too powerful."
"Didn't we separate our families?" Zheng Hongkui was secretly happy, but he still felt guilty.
"What's the use of this? Those who should be suspicious will still come. Our Zheng family is too powerful and the court will be uneasy!"
Zheng Zhilong was extremely calm and said bluntly: "I should have retired a long time ago, but today it is too late. Now that I am going to the capital to retire, the Zheng family's wealth can still be continued."
Seeing this, Zheng Hongkui could only give up.
The existence of Zheng Zhilong not only blocked his official career, but also made his nephew Zheng Sen's official career a little more bumpy.
The Zheng family's strength in Fujian is really too strong.
After conquering Taiwan, Zheng Zhilong was promoted to a marquis, Zheng Zhihu, Zheng Hongkui (formerly known as Zheng Zhifeng), Zheng Zhibao, and Zheng Zhipeng were granted the title of baron.
The emperor's intention to separate the family was obvious, but even if the family was separated because of the title, it still made the Zheng family prominent in Fujian Province.
"Brother, it's time to bring Zong Ming back!"
Zheng Hongkui felt Zheng Zhilong's loneliness and couldn't help but suggest.
Zheng Zongming, also known as Tagawa Nanzaemon, was the second son of Zheng Zhilong. Due to Japan's seclusion policy, he was forced to stay in Japan and was adopted into the Tagawa family.
"Now that you are the Marquis of the Ming Dynasty and the commander-in-chief of the Donghai Navy, the imperial court is supporting the Li Dynasty in Korea and the military power is approaching. Japan will not turn a blind eye, right?"
"That's true!"
Thinking of Mr. Tagawa crying secretly, he had a headache.
Zheng Zhilong has been traveling to Japan for many years, and of course he knows his thoughts. North Korea is separated from it by the strait and attaches great importance to it diplomatically.
Feeling confident, he sent people to Japan to explore the way.
As a result, the Japanese asked him to allow the Dutch to cross the border to do business in Japan.
Zheng Zhilong was so angry that he scolded his mother, but he had no choice but to allow the Dutch to pay money to go to Japan, but only ten ships were allowed.
For the civil and military officials in Beijing, North Korea and Japan were thousands of miles away, and only the imperial court in front of them made them most turbulent.
Although the emperor was in Yuquan Mountain and took away the central civil servants, many middle and low-level civil servants could only endure the scorching heat in the capital.
Firstly, he did not have enough official status, and secondly, he did not have much money, so he could not afford to buy a separate courtyard in Yuquan Mountain, and he was not qualified to receive a courtyard as a reward from the emperor.
On this day, just after the official dismissal, Zhou Wei, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, looked at the eldest son who was leading the donkey to greet him, and felt very happy for a while.
Suddenly, halfway through, he heard a few comments.
"I heard that the Ministry of Household Affairs will have to set up another department..."
"The Holy One hates the bloated six parts the most..."
"This is a good opportunity..."
Hearing this, Zhou Wei immediately stopped and all the important points were gone. This was really heartbreaking.
"father--"
At this moment, a few feet away, the eldest son grinned, not to mention how embarrassed he was.
"Brother Zhou has a filial son, which is really enviable."
"A filial son is rare, so blessed!"
Zhou Wei could only smile awkwardly and walk quickly.
"Walk!"
"You don't want to ride the donkey anymore? This one has just been fed with fodder."
"Let's go!"
Zhou Wei couldn't wait to leave.
As soon as he got home, Zhou Wei took two food stamps and hurried out.
When it got dark, he slowly returned.
"Dad, what's wrong?" The big boy became concerned.
"For your job."
Zhou Wei confided a word and breathed a heavy sigh of relief.
"Me?" Zhou Xi was pleasantly surprised.
"There was the Li Han Yuan in the front, and the Organization Department in the back. The imperial court established these two new departments, and dispatched an unknown number of six departments. Although you have been working hard for several years, you have not caught up."
Zhou Wei stroked his beard and then said with a smile: "Now I found out that this household department is going to set up a new department called the Immigration Department."
"Immigration Department?"
"As the name suggests, it is responsible for the migration of people, especially the migration from south to north and across provinces."
"Does a department need to be set up for such a trivial matter?" Zhou Xi was surprised and touched his head: "The emperor is too good at trouble, isn't he?"
“The Immigration Department is also in charge of household registration, so it’s not too busy.”
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Zhou Wei couldn't help but pat his head and scolded: "If His Majesty hadn't set up more departments, how would you have had the chance to be the clerk? Damn boy, this is a wise king, do you understand?"