Chapter 171 A Black Man Came to Kaifeng

On January 10, Fan Zhongyan and Wang Deyong led the army to the northwest, and the 11th day came in a blink of an eye.

The Jianghu is not about fighting and killing, but about human relationships and worldly affairs.

The same is true for the temple.

The next day, the old Dengs broke out their gold coins and sent various precious gifts to Zhao Jun's house.

The main reason is that today happened to be Zhao Jun's birthday. In addition to the things prepared before, everyone gritted their teeth and sent another birthday gift.

The matter of Zhao Jun's birthday has not been spread. The date of birth written on his ID card is February 15, but the ID card only records the solar calendar, and their hometown in Hunan only celebrates the lunar calendar.

So his real birthday is the eleventh day of the first lunar month in 2000, which is the eleventh day after the millennium, a standard first-generation post-00s.

Usually he is still on winter vacation at this time, so most of his birthdays are spent with his family. Sometimes he will go to their county town and have a meal with classmates who are good friends in junior high and high school.

Obviously, Zhao Jun will not be in a very good mood this year. It's the end of the year, and his family and friends are not around. There was no atmosphere of family and friendship like in previous years.

As a result, he didn't even think about his birthday, and didn't tell Zhao Zhen that his birthday was the next day.

If Zhao Zhen hadn't remembered that Zhao Jun was born on February 15, he would have mentioned it by the way and asked Zhao Jun if he wanted to wait until the 15th of next month to celebrate his birthday before leaving Bianliang. Zhao Jun replied that it was a solar birthday, and the lunar birthday was January 11. I'm afraid no one would help him celebrate his birthday.

The birthday celebration was chosen in Guanjia Hall. There was no birthday cake, but there were longevity noodles, longevity peaches, and food that was extremely rich at least in the Song Dynasty, such as bear paws, deer tendons, bird's nests, mountain delicacies, and food from the mountains and the sea. It was quite luxurious.

If it were in the past, Zhao Zhen would never have held such a big banquet. Before Zhao Jun came, he actually lived a very ordinary life. Due to the flood in Bianliang in the Jingyou year and the severe drought in Huainan, he had to save money and usually ate ordinary noodles or rice. Unless it was a special day, he rarely had such a luxury.

But today is Zhao Jun's birthday, and the Lantern Festival is coming soon, so the joy has not faded. Secondly, Zhao Jun will leave Beijing soon. In addition to selecting a few gifts from the treasury, Zhao Zhen naturally wants to celebrate for him and have a meal together to keep in touch.

At the banquet, Zhao Jun played modern music on his laptop, which he usually likes to listen to. He even played "The Wandering Earth" to liven up the atmosphere, giving these ancient monarchs and ministers who have never seen the world a little shock of later science fiction masterpieces.

The only pity is that Zhao Jun had watched "The Great Song Dynasty Judge" when he was a child, including "Young Justice Bao". He didn't expect that he could come to the Song Dynasty, so he didn't download these two dramas at all.

"Young Justice Bao" is okay, mainly because it has a strong suspense color, but "The Great Song Dynasty Judge" is a naked satire of the officialdom of the Great Song Dynasty.

I don't know what the monarchs and ministers of the Great Song Dynasty will think after watching this drama, especially the ending, when the Emperor of Song burned the evidence of the crimes of corrupt officials and blatantly shielded the corrupt officials.

At least the current Song Dynasty is not as bad as the middle and late Southern Song Dynasty in "The Judge of the Song Dynasty", but it is almost the same.

Zhao Zhen himself has protected corrupt officials, which can be said to be a fine tradition of the Song Dynasty emperors.

After his birthday, the Lantern Festival is a few days away.

During this period, Zhao Jun, in addition to giving lectures, taught Zhao Zhen how to operate a computer and how to use solar charging panels.

After leaving Beijing, the computer is not easy to carry, so he simply left the computer in the palace, which also has a lot of popular science videos, so that they can kill time when he is away.

After the Lantern Festival, Zhao Jun finally decided to leave on January 20th.

And the first destination is Huainan.

The drought in Huainan the year before last had a profound impact, and the local people were miserable, so they naturally had to go to see the situation there.

However, on January 18th, two days before Zhao Jun was about to leave, a small boat went upstream along the Cai River, and finally drifted into the water gate and stopped at the pier outside Xuanhua Gate.

It was early spring, and the weather in Bianliang was still a little cold, but the willows by the river outside the city were already turning green. As the snow melted in spring, the flow of water in the upper reaches of the Yellow River increased, and the water level in the middle and lower reaches began to rise, and the canal transportation in Bianliang began to become lively.

One cargo ship after another appeared on the canal, rising and falling in the waves. Although not as exaggerated as in late spring and early summer, one after another, Bianliang, which had been deserted throughout the winter, was revitalized.

The laborers on the dock rushed up to move the goods, and in the midst of the noise, a middle-aged man in his forties walked down from the boat.

He was dressed simply, with only a green long gown on the outside, which was not new and slightly old. He was wearing a pair of gray cloth shoes on his feet. The reason why they were gray was not because of the color itself, but because they had been washed too many times, turning from black to gray.

He seemed to have nothing, only a backpack on his back, and was penniless, but his eyes were firm and calm, and his dark face was serious, like an iron-faced judge who lacked some affinity.

The dark-faced middle-aged man took out money from his bag, paid the boat fare, and plunged into the crowd of Bianliang.

He had a clear goal and went straight to the Liuneiquan.

The Liuneiquan was one of the three departments of the Ministry of Personnel, and was in charge of the selection of Liunei officials. Basically, the allocation and appointment of officials below the seventh rank were handled by this department.

The Zhongyuan Festival is from January 11th to 17th. Today is the first working day after the Zhongyuan Festival. Officials in Liuneiquan are still in a state of depression after the long holiday.

Wang Ji, the judge of Liuneiquan, yawned and sat in the yamen. Although this department is relatively important, the personnel of Bianliang has been completely managed by the Ministry of Personnel and the Political System Institute.

Liuneiquan was originally independent of the Ministry of Personnel, but now it has been changed back to the Ministry of Personnel and has become one of the subordinate yamen institutions of the Ministry of Personnel.

So what they have to do now is to follow the arrangements of the Political System Institute and the Ministry of Personnel. They will execute who is assigned to which position. Therefore, except for officials from other places, officials who are selected in the capital of Bianliang have almost disappeared, and they have less business.

At this time, the black-faced middle-aged man walked into the yamen. Because he held an official certificate, he was unimpeded and was taken to Wang Ji's office by a clerk.

Wang Ji looked up and took a look at the other person, then took out a pen and paper to record, and asked lazily: "Name."

The task of the Liuneiquan is to assign positions to officials. Many officials from other places are idle officials, or those who have temporarily resigned for some reason. They have to return to the Ministry of Personnel to register. After being registered, they can choose a place according to their ability and vacancies.

This process is called listening to the selection.

Sometimes, if those officials who are from the same Jinshi have no connections and channels, it may take many years for them to have a real vacancy.

As for those who are from the third-class Jinshi or above, it is not so troublesome, and they can usually be put into practice soon.

The black-faced middle-aged man said seriously: "I am Bao Zheng, with the name Xiren, and I have seen the judge."

Then he handed over the certificate, fish bag and public verification.

"Bao Bao Zheng?"

The pen in Wang Ji's hand froze for a moment, then he suddenly raised his head to look at it, and then took the certificate and read it carefully.

The certificate is an official certificate issued by the court, similar to the commission in later generations.

The fish bag and public verification are also identity cards.

In order to prevent people from pretending to be officials, there are descriptions of the officials' appearance.

Wang Ji confirmed that the person in front of him looked exactly the same as the description of the official. This charcoal-like face was indeed very recognizable, so he said: "Are you Bao Zheng?"

Bao Zheng was confused and said: "Does the judge know me?"

"No."

Wang Ji shook his head, and then said: "Your official cannot make the decision. You wait in the yamen for a while, and let me report to the Political System Institute."

Then he got up and left.

Bao Zheng was even more confused.

He had heard about the Political System Institute.

The court has now made a major change in the official system, abolished the three divisions, restored the six ministries, and even added many departments, and the overall manager of all departments is the Political System Institute.

The new head of the Political System Institute is said to be only in his twenties, very young, and it is unknown what background has such great power.

But all this has nothing to do with Bao Zheng.

Because he was just a small official before he resigned and returned to his hometown to support his parents.

From the eighth rank and the state tax supervisor.

The kind of sesame and mung bean.

So he knew nothing about the big people above.

But the question is why a minor official of the eighth rank before resigning needs to report to the Political System Institute?

This is a bit unbelievable.

Bao Zheng was confused, but he didn't dare to ask more, so he found a chair in the office of Liu Nei Quan and sat down.

There were so many people coming in and out of the yard, and he was a little restless.

Fortunately, he didn't have to wait too long.

About half an hour later, Wang Ji came back in a hurry, with a eunuch by his side, and said to him: "Go to the Political System Institute, the court wants to see you, this is Li the eunuch who will lead you into the palace."

"Uh"

Bao Zheng followed the eunuch out of Liu Nei Quan in a daze and went towards the direction of the imperial city.