"Di Xiang!"

When Di Renjie slowly walked into Yu Zhigan's study, Yu Zhigan hurriedly stood up to greet him. Although he was the prince, Yu Zhigan still couldn't move Di Renjie's status for the time being. Even if the prince met Di Renjie, he would respectfully.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince!"

Di Renjie quickly bowed to Yu Zhigan and looked at Yu Zhigan with a smile. The old man originally planned to go out with the emperor, but was kept by the emperor to assist Yu Zhigan.

"Di Xiang came just right. I have something to ask for advice. This memorial is a bit complicated to read!"

While Yu Zhigan said, he took Di Renjie's hand and came to the desk and handed Di Renjie the memorials sent by the previous six ministries.

Di Renjie was stunned when he looked at the memorial in his hand: "Your Highness, the memorial has been in this format since ancient times. You need to be patient and read it slowly!"

After saying that, he smiled and put him back aside, found a seat and sat down. As the prime minister, he had to deal with more memorials every day than Yu Zhi did. However, now the emperor asked the prince to supervise the country, and he, the prime minister, could finally have a good rest...

Not far away, Di Renjie looked around, held a teapot and poured himself a cup. He leaned on the chair happily and began to squint his eyes. After many years, he could finally watch others deal with the memorials, and he watched leisurely from the side.

"Your Highness, can there be mahjong in the mansion?"

Yu Zhigan looked at Di Renjie for a while and wanted to roar in his heart. It was too much. People here are busy. You actually want to play mahjong. Have you ever considered the feelings of someone else?

"Yes, mahjong was invented by me!"

"The old minister is really confused. I'm sorry, please ask your highness to find some mahjong masters in the mansion to discuss with the old minister. If you don't understand anything about reviewing the memorials, you can ask the old minister. The old minister will be in the East Palace today, so as not to make trouble back and forth!"

After hearing Di Renjie's words, Yu Zhigan looked at the kind-looking old guy in front of him. He was really bad. The reason for being lazy is so reasonable. He has no way to refuse, and even wants to give him a thumbs up!

"Chen Wansan!"

"I'm here!"

"Go and find Lu Bu, Chen Qingzhi and others to play mahjong with Di Xiang!"

"Here!"

Di Renjie slowly stood up and gave a tribute to Yu Zhi: "Your Highness, just call the old minister if you have something to do!"

Not long after, there was a crackling sound of mahjong in the side hall next to the study.

Yu Zhigan looked at the mahjong in his hand and felt that he was a little itchy. He lost some time ago, but Yu Zhigan stopped playing mahjong. He felt that it was not suitable for playing mahjong last year, but it was already the Chinese New Year. From the perspective of probability, he lost for half a year in a row and should not continue to lose.

From the theory of luck, my luck was so bad last year, so this year shouldn't be too bad. Yu Zhi rubbed his fingers dryly, and he really wanted to hit him, but he couldn't control his hands.

However, looking at the memorial in hand, Yu Zhigan frowned and glanced. The memorials started with similar beginnings, and they all praised them first, and then explained how hard they were to calculate, etc. The end was the main text, and there was a lot of nonsense in the main text...

"This is planning to exhaust me!"

As a person who traveled through time in ancient times, he hated such waste of time and life. Yu Zhigan thought about it, took a deep breath, and took out a memorial reviewed by his father. It was an example and used as a model for Yu Zhigan.

"The nonsense, the memorials need to be concise and nonsense. Let's write a concise memorial again, and you need to point out how many things you need to write down the numbers and reasons clearly, without saying too much!"

After Yu Zhigan finished reviewing it, he looked at it. Although his words were a little ugly, overall, the meaning of the people in the Ministry of Revenue should be understandable. He nodded with satisfaction and then wrote back all the other five memorials for almost the same reason.

"Come!"

"Your Highness!"

"Send the memorial back!"

"Here!"

After a young eunuch collected the memorial, he rushed towards the six ministries under the escort of several guards.

Yu Zhigan looked at the empty table in front of him and suddenly felt very happy. Now he seemed to have nothing to do, so he could play mahjong himself!

Yu Zhigan swore that he definitely did not want to play mahjong but to call the memorials back, but to write the memorials too complicated. Yu Zhigan wanted to improve the work efficiency of the six ministries, and calling back the memorials of the six ministries was only the first step. In the future, the same would be required for the whole country's official documents and memorials. In this way, the work efficiency can be greatly improved.

"Your Highness!"

In the side palace, Chen Qingzhi and others had already met. Yu Zhi glanced at him. There was a lot of silver in front of Di Renjie. Sure enough, this old fox came to the East Palace to win money.

"Well, you guys go on, I'll see if I'll do it!"

Yu Zhigan stood behind Di Renjie with his eyes narrowed and observed. He should not rush to play mahjong with the elderly. He had to wait. After playing two rounds, he would take action again. In this way, the elderly would be ineffective. The more they played to the later stage, the less they could not count cards. He would play in the end, and he would be the first to play. Hehehe!

Yu Zhigan is watching the audience, and the eunuch has sent Yu Zhigan's memorial to the Ministry of Revenue.

"What does your Highness mean?"

Fan Jian was confused when he looked at the memorial that was beaten back in his hand. This is how the memorials have been made over the years. Why did he get beaten back when he arrived at the prince?

"Your Highness the Crown Prince handled government affairs for the first time. He may think that the content of the memorial is too complicated. We can just modify it a little and submit it again!"

"That's right!"

Fan Jian nodded, touched his beard, called a minor official, started writing, and verbally told him.

The other five parts were almost the same. They all found someone to rekindle and prepared to hand over the memorial again.

Yu Zhigan looked at it for another time or two and decided to do it myself. Lu Bu had already lost a lot. After Yu Zhigan whispered a few words, Lu Bu immediately stood up and gave up his position to Yu Zhigan.

"Your Highness, has the memorial been reviewed?"

Di Renjie asked in a low voice while washing mahjong.

"Di Xiang, the memorial has been written back and rewritten. The six memorials are too complicated. I asked them to write it simple and point out the theme and send it. In this way, it can save time!"

After hearing this, Di Renjie picked up the card code: "Your Highness, when the old minister first came into contact with the memorial, he also felt that this was the case. Later, after gaining experience, he would find the key points from these contents and just get used to it!"

"Di Xiang, it's not a trivial matter at this time. Let's not talk about how the memorials are. People who write memorials waste time and energy. How many things can they handle if they save it? People who read memorials also need to find them a little bit, and it's very troublesome to deal with..."

"Your Highness is right!"

Di Renjie nodded and did not continue to talk. This later involved some royal issues. The format of the memorial was so complicated that Yu Zhigan was not the first to propose it, but he was the first to propose it by the royal family.

First of all, the words of respect and blessing at the beginning of the memorial were written for the emperor, expressing the ministers' respect for the royal family, etc. After that, a lot of content was written to let the emperor see his literary talent, etc. Through a person's memorial, the emperor could learn a lot of things from the ministers, so...

"Let's not talk about this anymore. Di Xiang played mahjong well, and he was fine. I will play Di Xiang for two games!"

"good!"

Yu Zhi was playing mahjong here, and the emperor was nearly a hundred miles away except Chang'an, and he rode a fast horse to catch up with the emperor's carriage again.

"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Revenue Memorial!"

"Take it in!"

After opening it, the emperor glanced at it, wrote a correct word, handed out the note, touched his chin, and indeed his son was very similar to him. After he took power, he began to be lazy. He also wanted to make the memorial simpler, which was a little effective at the beginning, but later he returned to the same as before. I don’t know how long his son could last.

After all, watching ministers praise themselves in various ways every day is one of the few pleasures for the emperor.

"How far is it from Luoyang?"

"Your Majesty, you can arrive in Luoyang tomorrow!"

"Well, I stayed in Luoyang for a few days. I remember the last time I came to Luoyang, it seemed like it was more than 20 years ago!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, Your Majesty was still a Qianlong at that time!"

“Time flies so fast!”

After the emperor finished speaking, he sighed, then closed his eyes, his thoughts had already flown to more than 20 years ago, when he...

In the Eastern Palace.

After Yu Zhi lost Jin Yezi, the old man who was giving during the Chinese New Year, he looked at Di Renjie next to him. This old guy is really energetic. He has been fighting for an hour and can still win.

According to Yu Zhigan Yu Zhigan's estimate and his usual understanding of Di Renjie, this old man would be confused and even sleepy when he sat down. However, today this old guy played mahjong for an hour and was not confused at all. From time to time, he would chat with Yu Zhigan!

"Your Highness, it's getting late? Are you going to continue?"

Chen Qingzhi and Li Guangbi looked at Yu Zhigan with a look of hope. Di Renjie is so good at playing mahjong. They have lost two months of salary. If they continue to fight, they may be about to drink the northwest wind!

"No more fights. The memorials of the six ministries should be delivered soon. And it's time to eat. What should Di Xiang eat? I ask the kitchen to prepare!"

"Your Highness, the old minister is old and has poor teeth. He cannot eat too much meat..."

Hearing Di Renjie's words, Yu Zhigan almost didn't beat this old man. You are still old and have bad teeth. Older elderly people can be like you. After playing mahjong for so long, they are still not tired at all. They can even get up and run a few laps!

"I'll ask someone to prepare!"

At this time, Chen Wansan trotted in: "Your Highness, Mr. Fan, the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue, is here!"

"Please come in!"

Soon Fan Jian delivered the memorial again. After Yu Zhigan glanced at the memorial above, he frowned and looked at Fan Jian below: "Shilarious Minister Fan, have you seen the memorial I used to call back before?"

"I will report to Your Highness, and your Highness's memorial reads it word by word, and I dare not make any omissions!"

"That's my punctuation marks that you can't understand?"

"Your Highness has added some weird symbolic sentences to the text, so that it is easier for me to understand your Highness's meaning!"

"Then why do you still write so many messy things!"

Yu Zhi slapped the table hard, and then threw the memorial directly in front of Fan Jian.

"Your Highness, please calm down, I..."

Fan Jian suddenly became confused and didn't know what Yu Zhi meant. At this time, the Ministry of Works, the Ministry of War, the Ministry of Rites and others also arrived together and sent the memorial back to Yu Zhigan.

Yu Zhigan glanced at this guy and couldn't help but take the memorials. There was always someone who satisfies him in the six memorials. Yu Zhigan felt that what he wrote was not a profound thing, and people with a little brain should be able to understand it.

First, he opened the letter from the Ministry of War. After a glance, Yu Zhigan's face became a little ugly. He stared at the opposite side of the minister, and slowly spoke: "Mr. Zhou, who are you studying under? That year did you become an official?"
To be continued...