Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Simuitai was the official office of Dayan that dealt with the giant beasts of the year.

Luantai Fengge handled secular state affairs, Suzhengyuan, Dali Temple, and Yushitai were responsible for supervising officials and taking care of the judiciary. Simuitai was isolated from the other government offices and could directly take over local government and military affairs when necessary. It was a self-contained department with great power.

Simuitai can do anything locally, and all it needs is a reason to suspect that it is related to Sui.

The counterpoint to the great power is the responsibility that can overwhelm people. There are 19 mobile cities in the Great Yan territory. Even if a small weapon appears in the wilderness between the mobile cities, the Simu Tai will report it to the capital and send people to investigate.

"He really looks no different from an ordinary person."

After Fu Tingzhao finished reading Zhongyue's whereabouts, he commented lightly and instructed the red-robed official in the shadows beside him: "Shuo, don't worry about him for now. Bring the files of Nian, Xi, Ling, Jie, and Shu, including the files of the past ten years."

The red-robed official whispered:

"General Zuo, it is already the beginning of the 11th hour, the middle of the night. You still have to attend the morning court tomorrow morning."

In simple terms, it is half past ten now, and Fu Tingzhao has to go to court at half past four tomorrow.

Putting aside the actual performance of officials, the officials in the capital were actually quite hard-working. The Yan State court required officials to gather at the gate of the imperial city at 4:30 and enter the palace at 5:30 for the court meeting, which was still dark. They could not see the faces of their colleagues, nor their own fingers.

Fu Tingzhao moved his face, which looked like something out of a horror movie, and looked at the red-robed official: "As long as these weird things live in this world, I will not be able to sleep peacefully. Only when they are dead, can you and I sleep peacefully."

"General, these monsters cannot be eliminated in one day. The general has specifically instructed his colleagues at the Simatai to pay special attention to the meals provided to you. Your dinner is already cold. Should I ask the chef to fry another one?"

The red-robed official lowered his head, his face hidden in the shadow of his robe, so his expression could not be seen.

boom!

Fu Tingzhao slammed Shuo's file on the table and raised his voice: "Bring the file here! Is it because the officials are lazy and didn't prepare the file, or is it because the officials are incompetent and lost track? In the Simaitai, even my orders are not enough for you to obey?"

The red-robed official hesitated for a moment and defended his colleague:

"Ling likes to go to the crowded West Market and walk through the streets. It is impossible for the spies to cover every corner of the capital. Jie Chang lives in Shiqu Pavilion, and he reads ancient books and famous calligraphy works day and night. It seems that he is collecting the popular characters in them. He wants to make a simplified character table. The number of characters is huge..."

Everything that Suizhi Fragments does must be recorded by Simuitai and preserved permanently.

The biggest headache for Simai Tai was the unpredictable whereabouts of Xi and Ling, and the fragments of the year like Jie who liked to flip through books. Whenever Jie found information in a certain book or paragraph, Simai Tai would copy all the words and sentences for comparison, and this workload was daily.

How can they keep up?

Unfortunately, Fu Tingzhao is not such a reasonable person.

His expression was as grim as a vulture's, and his neck stretched forward a few centimeters:

"In the capital, the Si Sui Tai can't even do these things, how can they protect the country?"

The red-robed official immediately knelt on the ground with his nose touching the ground.

Judging from the speed and skill of his movements, it was obviously not his first time.

Fu Tingzhao's mouth twitched, he sat back in his chair, and ordered: "Then bring Xi and Nian. There are many things going on in Jiangnan, and Your Majesty is particularly concerned about them. Don't let Xi get involved. By the way, let Lin Guangmei come to see me and ask him about the attitude of the court officials towards Jie."

"General, Minister Lin...I have other things to do today."

"What's going on? Does the Tianshi Mansion need someone to keep busy until night?"

"General, he... gave you a form. We dare not open it. We put it on your desk."

The red-robed official remained kneeling on the ground, and even his voice became much duller.

Fu Tingzhao was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, motioning him to leave. He searched for a while on the desk full of papers, and found a sealed secret letter. He remembered that he had put it on the desk himself, but as soon as he started working, he seemed to have forgotten about it.

Eat little, do many things, and work hard.

This is how Fu Tingzhao's life is every day at Simuitai.

He opened the secret letter from Lin Guangmei, and a large stack of fine paper spilled out of it, all written in neat cursive script. Fu Tingzhao's breath stagnated, and he picked up the top sheet, which was Lin Guangmei's report on how she and her eldest son were forced to enter the Western pharmacy.

As for Lin Guangmei's complaint that Yuan Congqian coveted his daughter's beauty, Fu Tingzhao ignored her.

"I overlooked the Western pharmacy..."

If he could make Yuan Congqian Lin Guangmei's son-in-law, and monitor Yuan Congqian every day, it would not be a big price for Fu Tingzhao. Fu Tingzhao was kind-hearted and could not bear to see his subordinates' families destroyed. After getting rid of Yuan Congqian, he would let Lin Guangmei's family be buried with him.

Then, Fu Tingzhao began to wonder what all the content behind this would be.

He turned to the next page, which was filled with the names of Lin Guangmei and Kelsey. Judging from the outline written by his subordinates in small characters, it was a local meeting between Lin Guangmei and Kelsey to discuss the effect of the Western Pharmacy on Da Yan. Turning to the next page, it was all the content of the meeting!

Chapter 52: The Correct Use of Kal'tsit

The minutes in Fu Tingzhao's hand were filled with densely written words, like a wriggling nest of insect eggs.

Almost every line of Kal'tsit's speech was highlighted by Fu Tingzhao's text processing assistant, with boxes next to it to indicate the source of the text.

Today, Yan State still mainly uses paper for office work. Except for the documents that are recorded in the archives of the Shangshutai and announced to be issued, the rest of the official documents are not allowed to be altered or use fonts other than the official script, nor are they allowed to use popular characters.

The date recording of official documents is even more torturous.

The date of the meeting minutes in Fu Tingzhao's hand is: Xinwei, leap month, Guisi, the twelfth year of the Emperor's reign.

"Emperor Ling 1053th Year Guisi" means that this year (Guisi Year/12) is the th year of Zhenlong's accession to the throne. The posthumous title is added after the emperor dies, such as "Emperor Ling th Year Guisi". The month and day are recorded in the intercalary month Xinwei, which is August th in the Yan calendar.

Even the date expression uses the traditional Yan State's twelve heavenly stems ratio counting, so one can imagine how complicated the various formats of the specific content are.

Lin Guangmei: "I heard that you heard about the ideas of the Wright couple on the road, and then decided to follow them to Yan Country?"

Kal'tsit: "I want to believe that the future will be in the hands of those who truly desire to change this land. However, sometimes, saving also means destroying. The birth of an industry will inevitably lead to the decline of an industry. All we can do is to make the damage caused by this decline less severe. This salvation needs to be further refined and deepened. It cannot be accomplished by just one person (note: Yuan Congqian) or one organization."

Lin Guangmei: "I heard that you are a senior expert in medicine."

Kal'tsit: "A truly idealistic person will not allow others to die for him, nor will he let others commit murder on his behalf. Should we kill a homeless hyena, even if this home is fake? We do not represent the law, nor do we have the right to judge others. We have the ability to kill others, but we have no right to claim that killing is right. All we can do is to use our wisdom to ensure that we do not deviate from the course."

Fu Tingzhao frowned as he looked at the words coming from Kal'tsit.

It took him five minutes to understand what Kal'tsit wanted to express from these few paragraphs of Lin Guangmei's cursive script. This was a very troublesome person, and she also liked to show off her skills in language. The effective information in her words was almost drowned out by her rhetoric.

"The first paragraph should mean that Western medicine is hurting people, and she wants to help them."

Fu Tingzhao read it over and over again and wrote down the general meaning of Kal'tsit's first paragraph in red.

After a few seconds, he added: "Using Western medicine to help the people is not limited to pharmacies."

Maybe she was the person arranged by Yuan Congqian to connect officials with grassroots heroes, so that the impact of the Western pharmacy on the traditional medicinal materials market in Yan State would not be so great, and to help reduce the depreciation of traditional medicinal materials in a relatively mild way.

Fu Tingzhao put down his pen and rubbed his eyes. He felt that he was in a very bad state.

However, Fu Tingzhao couldn't help but read it, and continued to summarize the second paragraph: "What is the fault of the people in the hustle and bustle? Therefore, the pharmacy benefits the people half and hurts the people half, it is better to keep it! Madam's wisdom should be used as a minister..."

The subordinates could only annotate the letter handed over by Lin Guangmei and highlight the important parts for Fu Tingzhao to see. Every word Kal'tsit said seemed to have deep meaning and hints. The subordinates did not dare to make a decision on their own and could only hand it over to Fu Tingzhao.

Fu Tingzhao frowned and pondered Kal'tsit's two sentences for a long time before looking down.

Lin Guangmei: "You mean you want to be responsible for more than just the drug research and development of the Western Pharmacy."

Kal'tsit: "Didn't those who discovered it, my students, study it to create a better place? Why would greed and lust for power bring so many senseless deaths? Is this not just a crude tragedy?

Was it created for this purpose? And for what purpose were we placed on this earth? Is it fate that is manipulating us? Is our Creator leisurely watching the absurd drama we are performing here? "

Chen Zhijun: "Following Yuan Youcheng's wise guidance and foresight, we are committed to further developing the convenience and benefit of Western pharmacies. We are committed to promoting the widespread acceptance of Western medicine, especially affordable medicine, by the people of Yan country to benefit the general public.

At the same time, we firmly support Yan's self-production of Western medicines to achieve independent and safe drug supply. To this end, we will strengthen cooperation with all parties, optimize the drug procurement and distribution mechanism, reduce costs, and make affordable Western medicines benefit more people. In addition, we will also increase publicity efforts to enhance people's understanding and trust in Western medicines and Yan's self-produced Western medicines. "

Kal'tsit: "Lin, you are angry. The things you should agree with are only for you to pursue. I may not be the one to answer this question. Anger is entrenched in our bodies. Should we indulge ourselves, let it flow and condense into hatred?

Or can we make it a higher standard to measure all our future actions and illuminate our reason? Do you want to distinguish right from wrong, or do you want to understand the reasons behind everything? "

"..."

Fu Tingzhao read the entire page of meeting minutes in silence.

This is just one of the dozens of pages. Tomorrow, Lin Guangmei and Kal'tsit will have another meeting at the Western Pharmacy.

He placed the page of minutes on the table and began to rub his brow.

The Yan State had the habit of using refined classical Chinese to record events due to the lack of carriers. These classical Chinese also became literary textbooks for officials in later times, allowing them to write articles as concisely and concisely as possible, with profound meanings and rich rhythm.

After the popularization of vernacular, the difficulty of document recording gradually increased.

Fu Tingzhao thought that what a foreigner, a young man, said was full of water and had no substance. But he never imagined that this foreign doctor named Kal'tsit could speak the official language and elegant language of Yan country, and his speaking style was so unique!

And there is Chen Zhijun. Officials commented that the manuscript was given to him by Yuan Congqian. What the hell is this?

Fu Tingzhao heard his breathing getting heavier.

This page of meeting minutes alone was of considerable importance. It could be said to be a guide document that Yuan Congqian gave to the officials of the Western Pharmacy. Although it was lengthy and did not conform to the officials' habit of using words, Fu Tingzhao still decided to put this important meeting minutes on his desk.

Then, Fu Tingzhao turned over the next meeting minutes.

Kal'tsit: "The ugliest emotions in many people's hearts do not need much incitement. Just letting them run wild can pollute all the ditches in a city...."

Chapter 53 The First Exploitation of Young People

At the beginning of the Yin hour, the watchtower became dark.

Even in the capital city, where the night market was thriving, at four in the morning, only a few wine shops still had their lights on. Inside the Imperial City's Si Sui Tai, however, the lights were still on, and the officials moving about inside were sweating profusely, feeling as if they were on edge.

Fu Tingzhao sat in the private room with a dull look on his face, his pupils dilated involuntarily and he could not see anything clearly.

His hand tightly grasped the dozen or so meeting minutes that he had not yet finished reading, and his other hand involuntarily covered his temple, his feet trembling slightly. The back of his hand was swollen, his Adam's apple was rolling, and his skull-like face seemed to be sunken a little more.

After two quarters of an hour, they had to set off for the palace to attend the morning court.

knock knock.

"General, the Left Assistant Minister requests to see you."

In the silent Simuitai, there was a sudden knock on the door, making Fu Tingzhao's breathing heavier.

He was silent for a long time, his dilated pupils gradually became slender, and he spoke hoarsely: "Come in."

The door was pushed open silently, and Feilin, wearing a red robe from Simuitai, walked into the room with his head held high, a bit of sleepiness still on his face. When he saw Fu Tingzhao's haggard and inhuman posture, he was so scared that his little finger suddenly shrank, and he quickly lowered his head.

"General, it would be better to report sick rather than attend the court early."

The red-robed cat head advised.

"Even you can see that?"

The left general of Great Yan closed his eyes tiredly: "The wise kings of Yan Kingdom have been troubled by the fragments of the year. Even if there is a playful real dragon who does not hold the morning court, he will summon the Minister of the Year Office to question him alone. How can I report my illness?"

He was about to say something else when he started coughing violently and held his temples with both hands in pain.

The incessant coughing startled Maomaotou.

However, even so, the cat did not dare to raise its head.

Fu Tingzhao's workload was always heavy, and it became even heavier in the past ten days. He slept for only two or three hours a day, and all kinds of diseases came one after another.

First, there was the case of Yuan Mansion where water bandits attacked people and it was concealed.

In political struggles, directly killing people is a taboo.

It would be fine if Fu Tingzhao succeeded, but if he failed, he would naturally be torn apart by the ministers for those unclear rights of Simuitai. Only Fu Tingzhao himself knew how many invisible benefits Simuitai had in being able to walk freely in and outside the territory of Da Yan.

Fu Tingzhao didn't expect that the two men he sent out couldn't even take down a Yuan family member who had no martial arts skills and knew nothing about source stone techniques. At the suggestion of the Grand Chamberlain, the ministers were in an uproar and kept finding other reasons to impeach Simuitai.

Local officials acted arrogantly, using the excuse of the fragments of the year to oppress local nobles and seize the property of the wives of local officials...

Some are fake, some are real.

Under the deliberate bias of the Dali Temple and the Censorate in the trial, there has been a trend of demanding that the Suzhengyuan intervene in the investigation of the Simuitai, deprive the general title, and carefully settle accounts with the crimes that the Simuitai has committed over the years under the pretext of dealing with the behemoth.

Outside the imperial city, the number of secret letters sent by spies who were keeping an eye on the Western Pharmacy increased day by day, seriously squeezing Fu Tingzhao's office time.

Last night, the meeting contents sent by Lin Guangmei became the last hydraulic press that overwhelmed Fu Tingzhao. Even though he stayed up all night and had already gotten used to the speaking habits of the thief named Kal'tsit, he still didn't finish reading it!

If he could kill someone, besides Yuan Congqian, he would definitely kill the medical expert named Kal'tsit first!

Fu Tingzhao grabbed these meeting minutes:

"Thief!"

"Thief!"

In the official residence of the Western Pharmacy, Lin Yingwen suddenly sat up from the bed and cursed.

After cursing, he realized that it was already morning, and rolled off the bed, cursing. Around him were young men dressed as students sleeping on the floor, with wine bottles randomly filling the gaps between the students, full of the smell of wine.

Lin Yingwen wanted to play with Li Nu, but what he held in his arms was an unfinished official document.

He gritted his teeth and said angrily:

"Yuan Linu, and that Longmen kid, how dare you bully me like this!"

He didn't understand why his father, Lin Tianshi, would become Yuan Congqian's lackey, and even talked with the green-haired Fei Lin from the Western Pharmacy for several hours last night. He asked Lin Tianshi to take him back, but Lin Tianshi just pretended not to hear him and ran away!

The escape speed of the older generation of Heavenly Masters is just like that of the Golden Demon Queen.

What Lin Yingwen couldn't understand was that many students from the Daoyong Department really wanted to work in the Western Pharmacy, even if it meant working for free! Yuan Congqian, the Right Prime Minister of the Western Pharmacy, was their immediate superior, and he was only a fourth-rank official. What rank did they want?