The servant of the Ministry of Military Affairs is a fat man. After the original servant was seriously injured, he stared at the person in this position. I do n’t know the number of people. Everyone has exhausted their thoughts and exhausted the network. But in the end, this position actually made Murong, a small senior officer Jian gave it.
Murongjian did not make much credit, nor did he have a very outstanding ability. He could be airborne to become a military assistant, relying on others. That is to say, behind him, there is a powerful person with high power to help him get it. The seat of the military assistant.
That person is Murongjian's backer. If he offends Murongjian, doesn't that mean he offends the powerful man.
Li Shangshu didn't take it seriously, pointing at the official document: "I am not familiar with the handwriting on this appointment document. Do you know what it means?"
"Explain what?" Zhang Ming asked puzzled.
"Explain that although the person behind the scene has sought the position of a military assistant for him, he did not pay much attention to him, otherwise, the handwriting on the appointment document should be the official assistant or the official still not the person I am not familiar with. Official handwriting ... "
The military department is an important part of the six departments. The military's shangshu and servants will be carefully determined by the emperor. The clerk shangshu, or the servants will personally appoint and appoint Murong Fitness as the new military sergeant. It was written by an ordinary official of the local government. It can be seen that although he has obtained a senior official position, there is no one behind him.
Zhang Mingru was enlightened, and Mao Zedong opened up: "Shang Shuzhi, Zhang Ming admires."
"Do not worry now." Li Shangshu looked at Zhang Ming with a smile.
Zhang Ming shook his head: "I'm not worried at all. Next, we must take care of Murongjian."
If Murong Jian made great achievements or had outstanding abilities, he jumped from a fourth-grade official to a second-grade official. Such people have no pressure to rectify Murong Jian.
Zhao Ji took Murong Jian to the seat of the former military assistant, and explained the distance carefully.
Murongjian listened and looked at his seat. I saw that the table and chairs in front of him were made of rosewood. There was a good set of pen, ink, paper and inkstones on the table. There was nothing but the official beside him. Our desks were full of letters, and they quickly looked at it.
Murong Jian frowned slightly: "Zhao Ji, can I deal with something in the military?"
Zhao Ji shook his head: "All military personnel related to Qingyan must not be half-hearted. When you first arrive at the military department, you are not familiar with the affairs of the military department and you can't handle things rashly ..."
Murongjian frowned more tightly: "But I can't just sit like this."
"This is also true, then you should first get familiar with the military department. After all the general affairs of the general department are clear, you may start to deal with the affairs of the military department." Zhao Ji said lightly, bringing a stack of booklets and putting them On the table in front of Murong Jian.
The booklet was half a man tall, and the rosewood tables were all piled up, and Murongjian's figure was completely submerged. At a glance, I could only see the stack of booklets, and I could not see Murong Yue at all.
Murongjian's face was dreadful and horrible: "Everyone who comes to the military department should read these brochures?"
"Yeah." Zhao Ji focused on the head: "These pamphlets record all the military affairs in detail. After you have read the pamphlet, you have fully understood the military department and you can start to contact the military department! "
Murongjian's face is dark, the military department, the military command, military administration, conscription, military and military status of military officers and soldiers, the appointment, removal, selection, evaluation, reward and punishment of military officers, post, equipment, ordnance, honor, territorial surveying, Ma Zheng, etc As long as these things are handled carefully, no need to read so many useless brochures, they clearly know that he is deliberately embarrassing him!
He had just been promoted to a military assistant, and he was not familiar with the military personnel. He didn't expect them to welcome him, but they didn't need to hate him so much.
Such a pile of useless booklets, let him finish reading all right, okay, he will read it to them!
Murong Jian reached out and took a booklet and read it carefully page by page.
One book after another booklet was read, and put aside neatly, there were fewer and fewer booklets on the table ...
Suddenly a cold wind blew over, and Murong Jian suddenly awakened, and found that his colleagues in the army had gone seven or eight, the night was coming, and a strong sense of hunger came in his belly. Murong Jian was very angry: he even saw it. For such a long time, the booklet was so angry that they ignored the time and lunch ...
Putting down the booklet and standing up, he didn't want to. His knee hurt suddenly. He squatted back heavily on his chair, his body was sour and thorny, and every joint was in pain. Murong Jian couldn't help but take a breath. Zhang Ming and Zhao Ji didn't show mercy when he was beaten by four people. He suffered serious injuries and failed to get medicine in time. The injury might be worse ...
Thinking about it, Zhang Ming walked over with a smile on his face: "Yeah, this is only one day, and Murong's assistant has read the booklet for a small half. It's really fast."
"Overwhelming!" Murongjian said in a nonchalant manner, a pair of unwilling to talk to Zhang Mingduo.
Zhang Ming turned a blind eye and said with a smile: "The speed of Murong's reading is fast, and the speed of dealing with things must be very fast."
"It's okay." Murongjian's impatient voice revealed undisguised perfunctory.
Zhang Ming didn't mind, smiled slightly: "Murong Sister Lang has read so many pamphlets, and knows the military department almost."
"Alright." Murong Jian said casually.
"That's really great. Just now the little man sent some letters and they were handed over to Murong's servants ..." Zhang Ming's sharp eyes smiled into a thin slit, which seemed like a trick.
He gently waved his hand, and the two little officials stepped forward to put the two stacks of letters in his arms on the Murongjian table.
Murong Jian glanced at the tall letter: "There is labor, I will come over early tomorrow to deal with ..."
"That won't work." Zhang Ming shook his head and interrupted his words, and said solemnly: "These letters will be sent away early in the morning. Please ask Murong to handle them all before dawn tomorrow."
Murongjian's face was somber and terrible for a moment. He didn't give him so many letters in the morning and didn't give him in the evening. He only gave it to him when he was going back to the house. How can one person handle it all? "
"Is Murong's processing speed not fast? These letters are not as many as the brochures you have read. With Murong's ability, I can definitely handle them all before dawn tomorrow ..."