"Okay." Murong Jian nodded, sat back on the chair, picked up a letter and opened it.
It's time to go to the Yamen, and the officials have all come to the Ministry of War to perform their duties. He can't rest in full view, or have breakfast, so he should deal with these letters as soon as possible. Take care of your injuries, rest...
Murong Jian secretly planned, speeding up the speed of reading the letter, unconsciously, as night fell, Murong Jian finished processing the letter, and it was time to go down to the office. The officials of the Ministry of War stood up one after another and left their seats. The man leaned in front of him, opened the official document he had finished processing, looked at it, and shouted in surprise: "The Southwest Military Camp has 30,000 dans of food per month, which is too little..."
"30,000 dans per month? Is it real or not?" Zhao Jichou stepped forward, looked at the flamboyant reply written on the letter, and shook his head repeatedly: "30,000 dans of food is not enough to eat at all."
"Isn't it... is this going to make the lieutenant soldiers hungry?"
"Soldiers who can't eat enough, how can they have the strength to defend their homes and the country..."
Wang Xue and the others talked a lot, looking at the words 30,000 dan, their eyes were full of contempt.
Murong Jian's complexion was gloomy. This was a letter exchanged between the Ministry of Household and the Ministry of War. The Ministry of Accounting asked the Ministry of War how many new soldiers had been dispatched by the Southwest Army Camp, and how much food was distributed each month. He then wrote a total of three hundred thousand new and old soldiers. 30,000 tans of grain are distributed every month.
The words and sentences of the reply were written by him himself. They despise the reply, they despise him.
"Three hundred thousand soldiers, each with two taels of food per meal, and 30,000 dans of food per month, they have more than enough to use, what's wrong?"
"Murong Shilang has never been in a military camp, he has fought a war. The soldiers in the military camp drill every day, and they eat a lot. The people who eat two taels of food account for at most a quarter, or even a fifth. The rest, Some eat three taels per meal, others eat four taels or even more. A military camp of 300,000 soldiers must eat at least 50,000 dans of grain every month, and 30,000 tans is only enough for them to eat half full..." Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and looked at Murong Jian, with a slight mockery in his eyes.
Murong Jian's sullen face froze instantly: "Really?"
"Of course it's true. What are we lying to you for?" Zhang Ming said flatly, looking at the officials: "Everyone, come here, take these letters and divide them up. Try to finish processing before Li Shangshu's office... "
"Although Murong Shilang handles things quickly, he still doesn't know enough about the sergeants in charge of the military department..."
"No, none of the written processing results can be used. If I had known that he was so unreliable, I shouldn't have handed over the letter to him for processing. Only after I got down to the government did I say that I couldn't handle it, so we have to leave it here for him. Tail sweep..."
"Stop talking so much, get the letter and deal with it, Li Shangshu is coming out soon..."
The officials muttered in low voices, came over one after another, picked up dozens of letters, flipped through them quickly, and replied...
The letter Murong Jian replied was thrown into the corner by the officials, and it was trampled dirty...
Murong Jian's face was livid. He spent a whole day writing the reply with great difficulty, but they threw it away in such a ruthless manner. The results of his six or seven hours of hard work were all rejected...
Hehe, they didn't think of adopting his handling advice at the beginning, they didn't care that he had been up all day and night, without rest for twelve hours, and handed him the letter, not to test him, nor to agree Instead, he disliked him, deliberately consumed his energy, and punished him!
Murong Jian's face was gloomy and terrifying, he clenched his hands under his sleeves tightly, his nails dug deep into his flesh, and a strong hazy aura emanated from his whole body, Zhang Ming raised his eyebrows and looked slowly from the side. He produced a few stacks of pamphlets and put them in front of Murong Jian: "These are all related to the sergeants, Murong Shilang should read more, and understand all the affairs of the Ministry of War, so that such mistakes will not happen again..."
Murong pursed his lips and sneered, what he said was really nice, Zhang Ming saw that his complexion was too ugly, and was afraid that he would resist violently, so he used words to comfort him just now.
He is new to the Ministry of War, and the old officials of the Ministry of War do not like him very much, and they have been rejecting him all the time. Even if he is well understood by the General Department and writes the handling opinions perfectly, they will never use him Yes, but it will be like now, in front of him, re-write it, and hit him hard in the face...
"It's getting late, I have something else to do, let's go first!" Murong Jian said coldly, pulled away his chair, and strode out without looking back: the officials of the Ministry of War are all directly under Li Shangshu, and they jointly Getting up and punishing him is definitely what Li Shangshu meant.
Li Shangshu is the head of the Ministry of War. He has a higher official position and greater power than him. He can't openly confront Li Shangshu, so he goes to the office early, out of sight, out of mind...
"Murong Minister, you haven't read these brochures related to the Ministry of War." Zhang Ming 'kindly' reminded.
"It's the same when I watch it tomorrow." Murong Jian replied without turning his head, moving forward faster...
Looking at his receding back, Zhang Ming, Zhao Ji and the others smiled, a hint of unsatisfactory thought flashed in their eyes: They haven't gotten enough of Murong Jian, yet he left, it doesn't matter, he will come to the Ministry of War tomorrow , then continue to punish him at that time, and make him realize how 'friendly' the colleagues in the Ministry of War are to him...
Murong Jian staggered away from the military headquarters, and dragged his exhausted body back to the courtyard in the city. At this moment, his complexion was blue, his eye sockets were sunken, his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and a thick black beard grew on his chin , with a tired look on his face, and a lot of wrinkles in his official uniform, how embarrassing and embarrassing he looks.
His body was still stiff, and his whole body was in terribly painful pain. After carefully taking off his shirt, he found that his body was bruised and purple, and there were blood scabs on the serious part. , pulled hard, the painful Murong Jian's complexion turned pale.
In order to prevent wound infection, Murong Jian carefully cleaned the wound with sake. The pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead. He endured it forcefully, applied good gold sore medicine, wrapped a bandage, and felt better.
Murong Jian washed up briefly, fell down on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep: He hasn't rested for two days and one night, he's exhausted...
A gust of wind suddenly blew by, and a man wearing a black cloak suddenly appeared in Murong Jian's room. Looking at Murong Jian who was lying on the big bed with a tired face and resting eyes closed, his sharp eyes narrowed sharply: "Murong Jian!"
The sullen voice pierced into his ears and hit his heart directly, Murong Jian's body trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes, only to see the cloaked man standing beside the bed, looking down at him.
Murong Jian breathed a sigh of relief, and said displeasedly: "Why did you come to my room?"