After leaving the school, it was getting late and Mr. Zhao was exhausted.

So he refused Yu Jiachang's leave of food and prepared to go home.

Mr. Zhao, who has always been considerate of his subordinates, gave the men in Caijiaxiang a holiday and allowed them to gather with their families happily.

Gao Wu refused to leave until the guards dispersed, and he said, "Young Master, you can't protect anyone."

"Sure, let your father go with us." Zhao Hao never persuaded others, so he nodded and smiled at Old Man Gao, "Uncle, how about going to work with my father?"

"Of course I do, but the Military Equipment Bureau will not allow him to leave Nanjing City." Old Man Gao said with a wry smile.

"Don't worry, I'll do it." Zhao Hao, as the supervisor of the Nanjing Military Weapons Bureau, should be no problem to ask for two people.

After arranging the two of them, he smiled at Qiao Qiao and said, "Then you can stay at home for a few days."

Qiaoqiao was anxious first, then happy, and finally gave him a look.

This is so obscure that I almost thought he was going to get rid of himself again...

Zhao Hao asked Secretary Ma again, who was standing with Qiaoqiao, and said, "They are here, what are you doing here?"

"The house I rents is here too." Secretary Ma blinked and said, "It will expire next month."

"Don't be lazy, I have a lot of books for you to copy!" Zhao Hao turned his head and signaled her to get in the car quickly.

That domineering and unreasonable look made Ma Xianglan's mouth slightly curled up, and her heart was so soft.

Qiao Qiao was planning to stand up for Sister Xianglan, but she stopped talking when she saw this.

"Oh, if you have such a husband, you can only accept your fate..." Secretary Ma got on the carriage with a look of distress.

Well, like scholars, they are both respectful and honorable. Don’t think wrongly.

~~

It was indeed a rainy season, and it started to rain that night.

When I had dinner the next morning, I still had no intention of stopping.

Zhao Hao and his uncle were having sex while chatting.

Then he saw that his father was dressed neatly and walked out yawning.

"Why, I didn't sleep well last night?" The uncle quickly scooped a bowl of porridge for his younger brother.

"I haven't drunk so much in a long time." Zhao Shouzheng said with a hangover look: "Here Is a headache."

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes and was carried onto the boat in Yangzhou the day before yesterday...

"Then let's have a good rest today." Zhao Shouye advised.

"No." Fan Datong shook his head and replied to Zhao Shouzheng: "After all, my brother was demoted and released. After all, he would be able to come back quietly. He had such a big battle yesterday. If he didn't report to the Ministry of Personnel today, he would be irresponsible."

"That's right." Zhao Shouye spat: "The more idle the people in Nanjing are, the more they are, the more they are, and they rely on making trouble to show their existence."

"It doesn't matter." Zhao Shouzheng then recovered and took a bite of porridge and said, "I'm not afraid of the court stick, are you afraid of them plague?"

Zhao Hao rolled his eyes again when he heard this. He was going to stamp it for you, right? If you came true, you wouldn't be able to get out of bed until now.

After breakfast, Zhao Shouzheng, accompanied by Fan Datong and who, he sat in the blue sedan chair carried by four people, and rushed towards the imperial city in the heavy rain.

Seeing that the rain was getting heavier, Zhao Hao asked Secretary Ma to cancel the trip, and after dinner, he went back to the room to sleep.

Anyway, before my father finished taking office, he had to live in Nanjing for a while, so there was no hurry.

~~

Whether it is a county magistrate or a prefect, local officials do not go directly to their own jurisdiction.

You have to report to the provincial capital first, complete all the procedures at the General Administration and the Censorate Office, and then meet with the governor, governor, Censor and other big bosses, and then you can only take up the post by the Shangguan.

If the magistrate is in charge, he has to go to the government office to visit the magistrate, the magistrate and other bosses.

How could it be that if you don’t even pay homage to the dock, just go to your own territory to act as a blessing? Do you think your shoes are too fit and want to change to a smaller pair of wear?

Of course, there is no Sansi Yamen in Nanzhili, but is directly under the jurisdiction of the six ministries in Nanjing. Governor Yingtian also happened to be in Nanjing, so the docks that should be worshipped have not decreased, but have more.

Even if Mr. Zhao has the ability to make money, it will take half a month to go this trip, and it may take longer...

He sat in a sedan chair and went up Chongli Street from Taipingli, passed through Hongwu Gate, and turned onto Qinglong Street where Nanjing Zongren Mansion and Nanjing Five Tribes are located.

That’s right, there is also a White Tiger Street to the west of Hongwu Gate, which is located at the Governor’s Office of the Five Army in Nanjing.

The green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right, guarding the Nanjing Palace in the Ming Dynasty...

Emperor Taizu's design is always overbearing.

The sedan chair went up to Qinglong Street and soon fell at the entrance of the Nanguan Department.

Fan Datong lifted up the curtain of the sedan chair, Fang Wen held an umbrella, and served Zhao Shouzheng to get out of the sedan chair.

Looking at the gate of the Southern Personnel Department, Zhao Shouzheng couldn't help but smile and said, "There is also a benefit to come today, there are few people."

"No, there are not many people usually." Then the old army at the yamen sneered.

"Uh..." Zhao Erye was speechless for a moment. He thought to himself that the other five ministries in Nanjing were more powerful, but the Nan Personnel Department, the head of these six ministries, had pitifully little power.

Because the appointment and removal power of officials across the country is under Beijing, the Nanjing Ministry of Personnel is only responsible for the external inspection of officials in Nanzhili only once every six years. He usually does nothing, so naturally no one comes to him.

So when Fan Datong presented a door bag of two taels of silver, the old army guarding the door directly allowed them to enjoy an ultra-standard treatment - waiting for tea when entering the door.

If you are in the Ministry of Personnel in Beijing, a third-rank official can receive such treatment. Even if the fourth-rank prefect comes, I'm sorry, there can't be so many people in the gatehouse, please wait in line at the door.

The waiting time is much shorter than that in Beijing.

After a while, Lao Jun came back with an umbrella and smiled at Zhao Shouzheng, "Sir, please come with me."

"It's a good job." Zhao Shouzheng nodded and followed the old army in.

Following the long corridor, he came to the right side of the Second Hall, at the slightly dilapidated right assistant minister's yamen. The old army turned around and grinned at him, "Sir, please come in, the young master is waiting for you."

Zhao Shouzheng was surprised. He said that he could just go to Wenxuansi to register, but why did he still need the right assistant minister who is a labor-going right?

Nanjing officials are idle, not idle.

Fortunately, Mr. Zhao did not have any problem of digging into the roots, so he quietly followed him into the Minister's Office and walked through the second hall of the lobby to the third hall.

As soon as I entered, I saw an official in his fifties wearing a third-rank official robe, who was concentrating on teasing the bird in the cage.

The Minister of the Flowers who planted flowers and the Minister of the Birds who walked the birds were very consistent with the characteristics of Nanjing City.

Moreover, this minister has carried forward the cause of playing with birds to the extreme.

People play with one bird, at most three or five birds are over. He actually faces more than one hundred bird cages one by one.

In the three halls, eight ropes were pulled up and hung them all!

What are the thrushes, starlings, parrots, orioles, larks...

When Mr. Zhao saw it, he thought to himself, "Good guy, is this coming to Bird Market?"

That's not right, it's even better than what is sold on the bird market.

It's really a chirping bird, and the feces are so scattered...

The old army leading the way was used to this scene. He knew that the Minister of the Internal Affairs Office had forgotten about his birds, so he didn't say anything and quietly retreated.
Chapter completed!