Chapter 231 A stormy night
Late at night, Yang Junchi, a doctor from the Ministry of Industry, sat down with his coat on and an unhappy expression on his face.
Looking at Yan Tianrong who was kneeling in front of him, this old mentor who had been an official in the court for decades said: "Yuze, why are you coming to me for not sleeping in the middle of the night? Are you afraid that I slept too peacefully? ”
Yuze is Yan Tianrong's nickname, but except for people who are very familiar with him, they generally don't call him that.
Yan Tianrong lowered his head and said: "The student is ashamed of being taught by the teacher. Now he is only an eighth-grade secretary. I came here to apologize."
"Excuse me? Although the eighth-grade minister is small, he is also the head of a department. Besides, as an official in the court, unless you have a big backer, you have to rely on time to survive. I have endured for decades, and now I can't. It’s just a fifth-grade doctor.”
Yan Tianrong said: "So the student intends to give the teacher a huge contribution and help his teacher reach a higher level!"
Yang Junchi paused for a moment while tugging at his coat, and then looked over in confusion: "What a great credit? What credit?"
"There is a blacksmith named Jiang Lin in the Foundry Department. He is now the master of the South Blacksmith Camp. Have you ever heard of it?"
"I seem to have heard of it somewhere." Yang Junchi said.
Jiang Lin's name is mostly limited to border army camps.
There may be important people in the Ministry of War who know Jiang Lin's name, but the gentlemen in the Ministry of Industry know very little about it.
"Is there anything unique about this person? It's worthy of your coming here in the middle of the night, and it's a huge credit." Yang Junchi asked.
The Ministry of Industry is in charge of the system of civil construction, the way of using utensils, the method of spacing canals and weirs, the ceremony of offering billions to mausoleums, and even some financial weights and measures. It covers too many matters.
The trunk is astonishingly large, stretching from south to north and from east to west, more than ten thousand miles.
Even though he is only a fifth-grade doctor, the power in his hands far exceeds that of the border guards who are also fifth-grade.
A mere blacksmith is of no consequence.
Yan Tianrong said: "This person has been in the blacksmith camp for half a year and can already build a middle-grade spiritual soldier. He does not have an official title yet."
Yang Junchi was startled for a moment, then stood up and said in surprise: "You said a middle-grade spiritual soldier? Are you serious?"
Yan Tianrong did not expect that his old mentor's reaction would be so great, and he quickly said: "Students dare not lie to me. Many craftsmen and blacksmiths in the Foundry Department have testified about this."
Yang Junchi stared at Yan Tianrong for a long time, and then asked: "What do you want to do when you come here?"
"Find an official position in the Ministry of Works for this person and bring him under the command of the Ministry of Works to avoid being snatched away by the border army. The teacher does not know that this person has been transferred by the Ministry of War and is about to leave with the border army."
"Transfer order from the Ministry of War?" Without saying a word, Yang Junchi stepped forward, picked up Yan Tianrong and walked out.
"Teacher?"
"I can't handle the transfer of orders from the Ministry of War. I have to go to the Minister for this matter. But it is indeed a huge credit. You did a good job, very good, hahahahaha..."
Yang Junchi smiled happily. Yan Tianrong was a small clerk and knew only a little about many things.
But as a fifth-grade doctor, he still has some understanding of the affairs of the court.
In recent years, Lord Shangshu has always secretly recruited private blacksmiths from various places to recruit talents, but he has never sent them to the Foundry Department.
Although Yang Junchi didn't know what Lord Shangshu wanted to do, he knew where those talents had been sent.
The palace!
And none of them can build treasure weapons!
If your Majesty needs something, you can directly ask the Ministry of Works to make it. Why do you need to hire a blacksmith?
There must be a big secret hidden in this!
The secrets related to His Majesty are usually accompanied by great dangers, and...
What a great achievement!
Although Yang Junchi is old, he still wants to go further. Being a fifth-grade doctor is by no means his end.
Soon after, the two knocked on the door of the minister's house. Si Hongwen, the minister of the Ministry of Industry, was also unhappy. He was woken up in the middle of the night and was thinking of scolding the two of them.
As a result, when I heard about this, I immediately lost my sleepiness.
After hearing that Jiang Lin had been transferred by the Ministry of War, Si Hongwen dragged the two of them out without saying a word.
He couldn't handle this matter, so he had to go to the Master.
Moreover, Si Hongwen firmly believed that Master Shangshu knew that there was a blacksmith in the Foundry Department who could make middle-grade spiritual weapons. He might not even sleep, so he would have to go directly to the palace to meet the saint.
There are some things that only those at his level can barely capture a little bit of wind and rain.
So, that night in Kyoto City, everyone from the fifth-rank doctor to the second-rank minister, and then to the first-rank minister could not sleep.
Especially Yan Tianrong, a small eighth-level minister. He just wanted to take the opportunity to ask for merit, but he didn't expect to be dragged directly into the palace to meet the mighty Emperor.
The next day.
Jiang Lin left the blacksmith camp early in the morning. He had been thinking about the two broken spiritual weapons and mysterious weapons that the old man mentioned all night, and he had to buy them back.
Even if there is only one fragment, it is still profitable.
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Soon after Jiang Lin left, Yang Junchi took Yan Tianrong to the South Blacksmith Camp.
This is the first time for the people of the South Blacksmith Camp to see such a big official. Normally, a chief secretary is enough for them to kneel down and kowtow three times, let alone a fifth-grade doctor.
"Where is Jiang Lin?" Yan Tianrong looked around, but could not see the real owner.
Blacksmith Qi, who was kneeling on the ground, said quickly: "Master Jiang went to Kyoto City early in the morning and said he wanted to buy something. He should be back soon. If you can't wait, I will send someone right now. No, I will send someone right now." Go find him and come back immediately!”
"Then what are you waiting for? It's not too late..."
Yan Tianrong was stopped by Yang Junchi midway through his words.
The doctor chuckled and said: "No rush, no rush, just wait for him. I just happened to have not been to the blacksmith camp for a long time, and I was just about to take a look around."
Yan Tianrong seemed to have thought of something and quickly put on a smile: "The teacher is right, you should take a good look around. The South Blacksmith Camp has just expanded its manpower, and there are deficiencies everywhere, and it is about to make some changes."
If you want to make changes, you naturally have to report them.
If it is reported, there must be an appointed person in charge.
Whoever is in charge gets the credit, as a matter of course.
As for how big the credit is, it depends on how the doctor plans to report it.
Blacksmith Qi and others knelt on the ground, looking at each other, not understanding what happened.
Early in the morning, the chief secretary came, and so did the doctor, but they didn't say what they wanted to do with Jiang Lin.
Looking at this posture, it doesn't look like a mistake. Could there be any benefits?
But what kind of benefits does this small blacksmith camp deserve for Sir Lang to come in person?
Yuan Bingqi guessed in his mind and asked: "Master Qi, does the Ministry of Industry know about Master Jiang's ability and want to transfer him?"
Blacksmith Qi's body trembled when he heard this, and his mouth was bitter: "If this is really the case, there is nothing we can do. Our Nan Blacksmith camp is so small that sooner or later we will not be able to accommodate the great master Master Jiang."
At this time, Jiang Lin didn't know that the South Blacksmith Camp was about to explode because of him.
Arriving near where the old man set up his stall yesterday, he saw the gray-haired old man sitting on the ground with two unopened packages in front of him.
His eyes lit up and he walked over quickly.
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