Chapter 841: Use Official Titles During Work

Che took the advice, and as soon as the rain stopped, he immediately wrote a letter and released the pigeons, saying they were about to return and also stating the approximate arrival time; because this route had been traveled many times, as long as no accidents occurred, there would basically be no discrepancy with the estimated time.

The pigeons flew back to Huaxia City that very day, but when the letter was delivered to Yulong's desk at the Ministry of Revenue, he felt a massive headache; he had completely forgotten about this matter and even felt that this was not something he should be responsible for, but rather the Ministry of Rites, since the Ministry of Rites was responsible for external liaison, yet this business was being handled by the Ministry of Revenue.

There was no help for it; it was impossible to let the Ministry of Rites contact the Xuanyuan Tribe now, and since it was already a mess, the Ministry of Rites would certainly not want to take it over; after all, the people from the Xuanyuan Tribe who came to Huaxia were managed by the Ministry of Revenue, so now that they were being sent back, the Ministry of Revenue should be responsible, and it was impossible to let the Ministry of Rites do it.

Yulong had no choice but to temporarily set aside the work at hand and immediately inquire if there were any Large Ships available.

The officials of the Ministry of Revenue also hurriedly went to inquire, but both Large Ships had already entered the harbor for maintenance, and the crew members were on leave; now there was only the last Large Ship, which was still on the way back from Liuhuangdi, and according to the time calculation, it would be about six or seven days.

Yulong also had a massive headache; if the Large Ship's voyage went smoothly, it could return before Che and the others, but if the Large Ship went out again to send people to the Xuanyuan Tribe, by the time it made the round trip, it would be completely Winter; the Dahe would likely not freeze over, but the journey would certainly be unpleasant, and the weather was also changeable.

Although there were more staff members in each department now, the way various matters were handled gave Yulong the feeling that the division of labor in each department was still not refined enough; for instance, in the Ministry of Revenue, the work handled seemed similar and identical, yet he also felt there was no connection at all.

For example, the Ministry of Revenue had to manage household registration and land matters, but it also had to manage various income and expenditure issues, as well as the promotion and reform of certain policies; like this Planned Economy, it should indeed be done by the Ministry of Revenue, but such a department not only had to do the Planned Economy, but also had to handle various household registration matters and external trade, which Yulong felt was too cumbersome and very unreasonable.

After all, Yulong was Baifeng's own son, and the future of Huaxia was also his, so for any unreasonable things encountered in work, he dared to directly bring them up and go talk to Baifeng; this time was the same, so after Yulong briefly arranged the placement and transportation work for the Laborers from Xiao Town after their return, he immediately went next door to find his father.

Of course, he did not go with the problems directly; he had also thought about countermeasures; after all, he was no longer a child now and had grown enough, so he had to let his father see that he had a certain ability when dealing with Government Affairs problems; although he was not as capable as Baifeng, who could create things from nothing, he still had the ability to identify deficiencies and make modifications at any time.

Baifeng was still using a ruler to draw bit by bit; what he was drawing were various vouchers that had already been modified several times; every time, he felt something was missing; although there was no need for anti-counterfeiting now because the specially made paper and printing technology were anti-counterfeiting in this era, Baifeng still wanted to make this first Huaxia item that could be considered currency more exquisite.

Yulong did not need to be announced by guards when entering the door; he only needed to knock on the half-open office door; now that the weather was getting colder, unless there was a big meeting, Baifeng would not go to that empty Chaotang, but would only stay in his relatively small office.

A stove had been set up now, and the female slave Chunyu had been serving by the side, adding firewood to the stove and adding hot water for Baifeng at any time, but if Baifeng did not speak, she could not make a sound either.

After such a long time together, Baifeng used these maids of his quite handily; they were also carefully selected and very smart, but Baifeng still had one requirement: they were not allowed to learn to read, and this included them; Baifeng upheld a moral standard, which was not to castrate; what eunuchs could do, women could also do.

For some ordinary women who had a slightly harder time, there were also female soldiers to do it; the female soldier team established for Qinyang was not abandoned in the end, but the requirements became increasingly strict, and the number of recruits each year was also extremely small; after they were trained, they could only work for the Royal Family.

There were not many dangers that required them to resist, nor were there many opportunities to perform meritorious service; it was hard for them to achieve much in their lives; in Baifeng's view, it seemed like a private army for the Royal Family had been trained to replace eunuchs; fortunately, those female soldiers had no objections.

At the sound of the knocking on the door, Baifeng knew it was Yulong without looking up, so he said without putting down his pen: "Come in."

Chunyu hurriedly stood up from the small stool by the stove to salute, then poured a cup of tea for Yulong, immediately went out, and closed the door; in such a situation of father and son being together, servants could not stay; if it were other officials, unless Baifeng gave an order, they would not need to leave and would need to accompany him the whole time.

Yulong took off the outer robe he was wearing, hung it on the wall, sat opposite Baifeng very naturally, and stretched his neck to look at what Baifeng was drawing.

"Father, what kind of voucher are you drawing, and what is on the voucher?"

Baifeng did not look up: "It is work time now, use your official title when working."

Yulong was already used to his father's occasional groundless jokes; perhaps it was because he felt his child was getting older and the relationship with him was becoming somewhat distant, so he was trying to close the distance this way.

Yulong also followed Baifeng's lead and said: "King, what are you drawing?"

Baifeng finally put down his pen, then carefully moved the ruler away, fearing that he might accidentally smudge the ink and blacken the sample; in order to draw such a detailed picture, even the pen was specially made, which was the fine-line brush that could only be used for meticulous painting.

"Meat Tickets; these are ten-jin Meat Tickets; I thought about it and decided it would be better to draw Fuxi, draw Shennong for five jin, and draw Suiren for one jin. It has been modified several versions; the main thing is that I can't imagine what they should look like, it's hard to draw." Baifeng shook his neck; the long time of bowing his head made his neck ache; fortunately, he was not nearsighted in this life, but he didn't know if he would be farsighted in the future; if his eyes were ruined, he would have to retire early.

"Father, why don't you draw yourself on it too? In terms of merit, I think you are no worse than them." Yulong spoke without any scruples; in his view, his father was the most capable person.