Lang Jun is coming

The year of the Heng Dynasty starts from the winter solstice and lasts until the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.

Inside the Chuigong Hall, a group of officials stood bowed, listening to Xiao Liuer read out the imperial edict issued by the official family.

"Edict: When it is time to worship in the Qing Dynasty, the yang energy is here, and things are born from the beginning. Gaifeng Xinzheng, give seven days off, and one day off from work. The cabinet grants regular gifts, rice sticks, sacrifices, utensils, coins, etc.."

This imperial edict is different from the past about political affairs, but because the new year is approaching, there is a holiday.

For most officials, it is rare to take a seven-day holiday at the end of the year, so they can finally relax a little.However, at this time, Pei Lian was the busiest one.

The first month is also known as Xinzheng in the Heng Dynasty, and the first day of the first month of the first month is the annual grand court meeting of the Heng Dynasty.As Taichangqing of Taichang Temple, Pei Lian is in charge of the sacrifices of Taichang Temple and so on, so he will never be idle.

It is not known how many days can be relaxed during the seven-day vacation. The only thing we know is that the "one day off work" does not mean a rest, but a day on duty.

Although he can't get away, there is still a group of people who "share weal and woe" with him.

"Pei Taichang, Pei Taichang..."

Gu Sheng, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, lifted his clothes, and walked down the Danchi steps quickly, chasing Pei Lian who had already left the Chuigong Hall in a blink of an eye.

Poor him, over half a hundred years old, wide and fat, and when he was out of breath, he finally stopped the person who was striding forward.

Pei Lian looked back, and stepped forward in time to support Gu Sheng who was almost covered with floor tiles.His ears were filled with the sound of rough breathing in his throat.

"Master Gu, slow down, if you fall, the officials will count it as a public injury."

Gu Sheng, as the minister of the Ministry of Rites, is a first-rank official.Pei Lian was still far behind.At this time, he only dared to smile a little bit, but it was also based on the other party's good-tempered image.

After wiping off the hot sweat on his forehead, Gu Sheng held Pei Lian's arm with one hand, calmed down and asked, "The government gave seven days off, but the etiquette system for the Great Court Meeting on the first day still needs to be discussed."

It's not that Gu Sheng made such an unnecessary move.He has held this official position for many years, and the procedures for the Great Court Meeting in the past were all negotiated with Tai Changqing.But since the beginning of the year, the seat of Tai Changqing has been changed, and everything has to be discussed again.

According to other colleagues, Pei Lian was about to become a fox with nine tails.It was the first time for Gu Sheng to deal with this person, and it involved a grand court meeting, so he was extremely cautious, afraid that Pei Lian would throw his hand and push it all to him.

If he had been in good health a few years ago, it would have been fine, but after fifty, it became worse and worse.If I really want to take over this job, I will die.

There was a hint of tone in his words, but Pei Lian was a little dumbfounded.I only said that although I love to dig holes for my colleagues, I am not so muddled that I don't respect the old and ignore my position.

"The etiquette system of the Great Court Assembly is cumbersome, and every step cannot be wrong. Since then, the Ministry of Rites and Taichang Temple have agreed together."

Hearing this, Gu Sheng's heart that almost wanted to prepare birthday materials for himself finally settled in his stomach.Only then did he smile, and patted the back of Pei Lian's hand in relief.

"Young talent, the younger generation is formidable..."

He hadn't finished a sentence here when he heard the sound of arguing not far away.

The two looked for the sound together, and saw Chen Juncong and Song Fu facing each other with darkened faces.Standing beside him was the unflattering Zuo Si doctor.

According to the edict of the official family, the officials in the capital should be rewarded with great rewards, from money to clothing and food.

And Chen Juncong was in charge of the official Lumi supply, and Song Fu, the right secretary doctor, and his colleague Zuo Secretary doctor, were in charge of the six departments' salaries.No need to guess, probably because of the issue of the annual gift.

Chen Juncong felt depressed because the discussion didn't go well.But there is still room for debate.Meng Ruanqing looked even more miserable.

He was in the job of the secretary's junior supervisor in the secretary's department, and now he and all his colleagues in the secretary's department listened to the words of his immediate superior, and could not make a sound.