The governor of Sichuan was appointed exclusively in the 13th year of Qianlong's reign due to the military deployment in Jinchuan. He was also in charge of Shaanxi and was one of the nine feudal territories of the Qing Dynasty.
The Yamen garrison was originally in Chengdu. In order to facilitate the transportation of food for the troops, the then Governor Altai directly packed the Governor's Palace to Chongzhou, which was close to the front line.
After that, I never moved my nest.
After the excited Jia Liu rewarded Ge Wu with a few taels of silver, he immediately took his bodyguard and groom Er Yang into Ge Wu's carriage and went straight to the Governor's Yamen.
Guard A asked Ge Wu to inform Jia Liu to go to the dispatch room of the Governor's Mansion to complete the formalities for becoming an official.
Such as letters of appointment, official uniforms, credentials and badges.
Although he was only a ninth-grade Lan Ling chief, it looked like a sesame mung bean, but it was of great significance to Jia Liu, because it meant that he was no longer a business staff member of the Qing Dynasty, but a formal civil servant.
On this battlefield, if you want to transition from career to full-time, you need at least two or three heads.
Besides, there is only a sixteenth level difference between the ninth grade and the first grade. Jia Liu is young and can just climb up slowly.
Anyway, he has made progress.
On the carriage, Yang Zhi asked with concern: "Master, what kind of official position did Mr. Ah help you get?"
Jia Liu happily replied: "Lan Ling is long."
"What grade of official is Chief Lan Ling?"
Yang Zhi didn't know much about the market inside the flag, but the young master ignored him. He sat there and watched the buildings and pedestrians passing by outside the window with interest. He suddenly thought of something and ordered: "From now on, call me sir, not young master."
That scream sounds like an incompetent kid from some family."
"Hey, okay, Master!"
Yang Zhi agreed wholeheartedly, and at the same time he felt doubly honored: The young master is really good. He has become an official before he even went to the front line.
The carriage soon arrived at the Governor's Palace.
After Ge Wu parked the car, he told Mr. Jia where the duty room in the Governor's Mansion was, and then drove away.
Jia Liu asked smoothly: "Where is Mr. Ah?"
Ge Wudao: "Master A has gone to Jinchuan. He wants me to tell Master Jia that after going to the army, listen more and talk less. Don't show off."
"well."
Jia Liu nodded incessantly, thinking that Lao A could get along just as well as He Shen, but he didn't know where Lao A had been transferred, otherwise he would have to bring some local specialties to see them if he had the chance.
Relationships are something that gets closer and closer and becomes more stable.
"You two stay here..."
After giving a few instructions, Jia Liu straightened his clothes, dusted his buttocks and walked to the duty room outside the Governor's Mansion.
The residence of the Governor's Mansion is the Yue Wang Temple in Chongzhou City. Many houses around it have also been requisitioned by the Governor's Mansion, and there will be many officials coming in and out.
There were probably twenty or thirty guards at the gate, standing motionless with spears in hand, looking very elite.
There were many horses tied to a row of horse posts opposite, and a few soldiers who looked like they were chatting.
Jia Liu walked to the duty room next to the door and asked the people inside very politely: "Excuse me, how to get to the duty room?"
He raised his head and looked at Jia Liu, asking him what he wanted.
Jia Liu said: "I'm here to apply for official certificate."
"Official certificate? Come with me."
After hearing this, the man stood up and walked out, motioning to Jia to follow him.
"Hey! Thank you for your help!"
Jia Liu stepped forward and put a red seal containing five taels of silver that he had prepared long ago into the opponent's hand.
The official in front of the prime minister's door is a seventh-rank official, and the style of writing in the Governor's Mansion must be of the eighth rank.
Even if Jia Liu becomes an official, he still has to be polite to this person who works in a key department of the government.
Needless to say, the lethality of the red seal is negligible.
"From the accent, are you from Beijing?"
The facial expression is obviously different and very kind.
"Hey, I'm from Beijing."
Jia Liu paid attention and followed closely, but always kept one step away.
"In the flag?"
"At the flag!"
"Hey, which flag is it?"
"The Han Army is holding the blue flag."
"Oh, I am from Mongolia with a white flag, and so is the Governor." When he said this, the look on Nabi Tie's face was very proud.
"Is it related to finding someone to leave, or is it a direct donation?"
"It was donated, but we also hired people."
While he was talking, Jia Liu had already followed the post to the gate of the Governor's Mansion. The post nodded to the soldier guarding the door and was let in.
Based on this alone, Jia Liu had to support him, not to mention that he was from the Eight Banners of Mongolia, but that he was a Han.
The highest government office that Jia Liu had entered before was the Dutong Yamen of the Zhenglan Banner of the Han Army. The unit establishment was from the first rank. But compared to the unit that he entered now, which was also from the first rank, the Dutong Yamen had certain power and actual status.
It's far inferior.
Yang Yuchun, a bodyguard and groom, said that the Governor's Yamen was the former Yuewang Temple, so when Jia Liu entered, he saw the four characters "Xin Zhao Ri Yue" hanging on the main hall in the distance.
There were six guards in yellow mantles standing on both sides of the door, and a dozen officials wearing various flower feathers were waiting outside the hall.
It seems that there are important people in the palace.
"Don't look around here, the Governor is discussing matters in Tongwen Zhongtang."
He reminded Jia Liu in a post, and led the way to a row of houses with many twists and turns.
There is a wooden sign hanging outside each house, which looks similar to Jia Liu's unit in his previous life.
Needless to say, this is an office under the Governor's Yamen.
There were a lot of people, and there were dozens of people crowded outside some houses.
Following the post and passing through the crowd, Jia Liu was taken to the westernmost room.
There was also a queue at the door, about ten people.
After asking Jia Liu's name, Na Bi Tie Shi entered the room. He came out soon and asked Jia Liu to line up here. When he was called, he could go in and complete the formalities.
After saying that, leave directly.
Jia Liuxun thought that if this guy brought in seven or eight people a day, wouldn't he be able to pay a county magistrate's salary for a year?
No wonder people want to get into the mechanism.
Oil and water, big.
When he reached the end of the queue and waited patiently, the tall and thick-looking man in front turned his head to look at Jia Liu and said with a smile: "You are donating your official position?"
Jia Liu nodded: "Hey, I donated my official position."
The saying is very particular, it is a donation, not a purchase.
Donate to relieve the imperial court's worries.
Buy it, it doesn’t sound good.
"What official did you donate to?"
The big man is very "gossip".
Jia Liu thought that this was no secret, and that he was an official who didn't like him, so he replied that it was Chief Lan Ling.
"Lan Lingchang?"
But the big man stood there stunned, seeming to be thinking about something, and then suddenly realized: "Are you a bannerman?"
Jia Liu nodded: "Hey, I'm in the flag."
Without thinking, the big man enthusiastically pulled him to the front. Jia Liu quickly said no, but the big man couldn't help but stood behind him.
Jia Liuxun thought that his identity as a bannerman was really useful. He thought that the person in front of him should take the initiative to give way, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him was as motionless as a pillar, and did not even look back at Master Jia.
This is a good man.
Jia Liu felt uneasy, so it was no big deal to wait. He turned around and continued talking to the best among heroes.
"Brother, which one is...brother, what's your surname, and where do you live?"
Calling someone "Big Brother" is the same as reaching out and not hitting someone with a smiling face. Jia Liu knows this well.
The big man said that his name was Cao Dahua, from Yangpingguanying, Xinghan Town, Lvying, Shaanxi Province. He was now the General Manager in front of the Foreign Affairs Committee. Didn’t he hear that the Governor’s Yamen opened a donation channel and specially pooled money with his fellow villagers to donate to become the General Manager?
Dry.
Jia Liu, the general manager of the foreign commission, knew that the duties and powers were always the same as the boss, but the boss was always the seventh rank, and the eighth general manager of the foreign commission was only the ninth rank.
"Congratulations to Brother Cao!"
"Rejoice together and rejoice together."
"..."
After chatting for a while, Jia Liu began to inquire about the military situation on the front line.
In fact, Cao Dahua had only been transferred from Shaanxi a few months ago, and he had been working behind the scenes transporting baggage, so he didn't know much about the specific situation on the front line.
But he talked about some things that Jia Liu didn't know.
For example, the three-pronged army formed by the imperial court failed to make much progress this year. I heard that a few days ago, they suffered a defeat at the gatekeeper Galla Mountain in Dajinchuan, losing hundreds of people.
"I heard that Wen Zhongtang was anxious and personally led the army up. It seems that the camp was set up in Muguomu..."
The two of them chatted like this, and the people in front of them were called in from time to time. When they came out, they were all holding their new official uniforms, and they were all beaming with joy.
This made Jia Liu feel happy.
Finally, after another half an hour, his name was called from the room.
"Han Army Zhenglan Banner, Jia Dong Pavilion!"
"exist!"
After suppressing the excitement in his heart, Jia Liu stepped up the steps with vigorous and steady steps and entered the door leading to the political arena of the Qing Dynasty.
The space in the house is actually very large, with seven or eight tables lined up in front and back. There are a number of files stacked on each table, and several clerks and clerks are busy working there.
"This way,"
A person who looked like the foreman stretched out his hand to call Jia Liu over and asked him to show his identity certificate. After checking Jia Liu's Zhenglan Banner Butha waist badge, the person posted another copy from the table.
I looked up the name of Jia Liu in the list of disciples of the Tang Dynasty submitted by the Eight Banners of the Han Army, and then began to ask the names of several generations of Jia Liu's ancestors. After all the names were correct, I wrote on a blank letter of appointment (official certificate).
.
What is professionalism?
This is.
The letter of appointment was made in four copies, with one copy sent to Jia Liu to the place where he was appointed; one copy kept at the Governor's Yamen; one copy sent to Beijing and handed over to the Ministry of War; and one copy sent to Jia Liu's Zhenglan Banner Dutong Yamen of the Han Army.
After finishing writing, Na Bi Tie Shi raised his head and looked at Jia Liu carefully for a moment, and then started to write the facial features in the lower right corner of each letter of appointment, including whether he had any hemorrhoids on his face, and even a few of them were written on.
It looks very complicated.
However, Jia Liu gained strength.
Otherwise, how could it appear that his position was hard-earned?
Finally, after all the archival documents were completed, Jia Liu was asked to see if his letter of appointment was correct.
Jia Liu quickly stepped forward and took a closer look. He saw that it was actually a ninth-grade blue feather.
That heart was as warm as if it had been ironed.
Just when he was about to reach out and take the one that belonged to him, the writing style tapped twice on the table.
Ah, I understand, I understand!
Jia Liu quickly took out another prepared red envelope from his pocket and placed it on the table.
I opened the "drawer" like a pen and threw the red envelope in without looking at it. There were more than ten packages inside.
After giving the official certificate to Jia Liu, he gestured to him to go to the back to receive the official uniform, official hat, official boots and the blue-feathered waist badge.
back door?
Only then did Jia Liu notice that there were two doors in this house. He hurriedly went out from the other door, but it was a small alley.
The alley leads to both ends.
Which end?
Just as Jia Liu was about to go back and ask, Xi Tou stuck out his chubby head and stretched out his hand to greet him with a happy face: "Sir, this way, this way!"
"Why!"
The shout of "Sir" made Jia six times more comfortable and he hurried over.
When we reached the end, we discovered that it was a small square with a few temporary sheds erected on it.
In the shed, all kinds of official uniforms were piled everywhere. Some of them looked very new, as if they had just been taken from a tailor shop.
This made Jia Liu a little confused, but he quickly adapted.
The governor of Sichuan is selling off his officials, but it will be useless if he doesn't prepare enough supplies.
"Sir, please show me your official credentials so that the young ones can prepare them for you!"
The fat man in charge made Jia Liu come back to his senses and quickly showed his official credentials. After seeing it, the fat man shouted to the back: "One of the ninth-grade Lan Ling chiefs!"
"okay!"
With the operation of the assembly line, Jia Liu's official uniforms, official hats, and official boots were found from different places, and placed one by one on the long table in front of him.
It's casual, but as long as it's genuine, it's fine.
Looking at the brand new official hat and uniform, Jia Liu felt that all the grievances he had suffered these days were worth it.
Just as he was about to reach out, a big hand stepped ahead of him.
The singing started.
"Congratulations on your good fortune, your great success. Congratulations on your advancement. Congratulations on your advancement. Congratulations on your success in everything and your financial resources..."
After singing, the fat steward stretched out his hand and said with a smile on his face: "Sir, let the little ones enjoy your joy, right?"