The Ministry of Appointments was the head of the six ministries in the three provinces. Under the Ministry of Appointments were the Ministry of Appointments, the Ministry of Appointments, the Ministry of Meritorious Service, and the Ministry of Meritorious Service. They were in charge of the appointments, examinations, promotions, and promotions of civil officials. It could be said that every official was in awe of the Ministry of Appointments.
"Please announce that Meton is here to report to the Ministry of Appointments!" Meton said to the gatekeeper outside the gates of the Ministry of Appointments.
Meton naturally knew how important the Firearms Supervisor was to Li Shimin. Thus, on the second day of the appointment, Meton reported to the Ministry of Appointments and prepared to establish the Firearms Supervisor as soon as possible.
"Mo Jiazi!" The gatekeeper widened his eyes and stared at the youth in front of him. As the gatekeeper of the Ministry of Appointments, he was one of the most well-informed people. Naturally, he knew that the Ministry of Appointments had designated Mo Jiazi as the Firearms Supervisor as a seventh-ranked official.
"Could it be that the Minister is really unhappy with Mo Jiazi?" The gatekeeper thought and his enthusiasm slowed down.
"Marquis Merton, don't be anxious. There are many things to do in the Ministry of Appointments today. Please allow me to register Marquis. Marquis Merton, please wait in line." The gatekeeper pointed to the right of the gates of the Ministry of Appointments and said in a businesslike manner.
Meton looked in the direction the gatekeeper was pointing and saw that on the right of the gates of the Ministry of Appointments, there was a long line of officials. The line was actually more than a hundred steps away. The usual prestige of an official was nowhere to be seen here. They were all waiting patiently.
Meton immediately frowned. Now that the new year had begun, many officials from other provinces came to the Ministry of Appointments to work. If he were to line up according to this line, it would take him three days to get his turn.
"The Firearms Supervisor was personally appointed by His Majesty. Of course, special matters are handled specially. If His Majesty's important matters are delayed, can you, a mere gatekeeper of the Ministry of Appointments, bear the responsibility? I, Meton, can line up there as long as you insist. " Meton said in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing. These officials went to the Ministry of Personnel to look for connections, but he was here today for official business. How could he be lumped together?
The gatekeeper's face stiffened. Only now did he remember the mystery of the Firearms Division. It was a department he had never heard of before, but it was under the direct control of the Emperor. If he tried to interfere, he was afraid that there would be people from the Ministry of Appointments who would punish him.
The gatekeeper's expression immediately changed, and he quickly smiled apologetically. "Marquis Merton, you must be joking. I will go and report this."
Meton said sarcastically, "Forget it. The Prime Minister is a seventh-ranked official. How can I make an exception for him? This lowly official should go and line up! "
The gatekeeper of the Ministry of Personnel immediately broke out in cold sweat. Meton's words were extremely harsh. If news of what happened today were to spread, even if he didn't die, he would lose a layer of skin.
"Marquis Merton, please be magnanimous and forgive me! This lowly one will go and report this. "The gatekeeper hurriedly begged for mercy and dashed into the Ministry of Personnel.
Not long after, an official from the Ministry of Personnel came out to greet them with a loud laugh, followed by the terrified gatekeeper.
"This lowly official is the manager of the Ministry of Personnel, Di Zhixun. Greetings, Merton!" Di Zhixun said with a smile when he saw Meton at the door. The Ministry of Personnel was responsible for the appointment and dismissal of the officials of the imperial court. Meton had come to report to the Ministry of Personnel, so he was naturally under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Personnel.
Di Zhixun naturally knew more than the gatekeeper, so he naturally knew how important the Firearms Division was to Li Shimin.
"Di Zhixun." Meton immediately gave Di Zhixun a deep look.
"Merton, why are you looking at me like that? Is there something wrong with me?" Di Zhixun asked in surprise.
Meton immediately smiled mysteriously and tried to smooth things over. Although Di Zhixun was only the manager of the Ministry of Personnel, his son would be famous in the future. He was the Prime Minister Di Renjie.
Di Zhixun naturally did not know about this. He directly led Meton into the Ministry of Personnel.
Seeing that Meton was actually led in by the manager of the Ministry of Personnel, the long line outside the Ministry of Personnel immediately became restless.
"But that noble son is actually so arrogant?" Many officials frowned and said. They had all come here early in the morning to wait, but they had not been summoned. Who would have thought that a young man would be able to enter the Ministry of Personnel unimpeded?
They had originally wanted to see this young man make a fool of himself, but in the end, they were all taken aback.
"This is Mo Jiazi, whose name has shaken Chang 'an City. He was appointed by the Emperor himself. Of course, this is a special case!" The gatekeeper snorted coldly and said proudly.
The officials immediately fell silent. Whether they were officials from the capital or those who had been sent out, Mo Jiazi's name was like thunder to their ears. Moreover, the news of Mo Jiazi being appointed as a seventh-grade chancellor had already spread throughout Chang 'an City. Naturally, they had heard of it.
"This is my appointment document. Please take a look, Manager Di." Meton handed the appointment document in his hand to Di Zhixun. After Di Zhixun confirmed that there were no mistakes, he stamped the document on the register of the Ministry of Personnel and stamped it with the Ministry of Personnel's seal.
"Congratulations, Mo Jiu." Di Zhixun handed the appointment document back to Meton and congratulated him.
Meton looked at the document in his hand and suddenly realized that he had entered the official circle.
"This is the seventh-grade official robe. If Marquis Merton doesn't feel that it fits, Mo Jiu can have the servants make some changes." Di Zhixun waved his hand and immediately, a small official presented a light green official robe.
Meton took the robe and put it on. After a year of sufficient nutrition, Meton's height suddenly increased. It fit him well. However, Meton looked at his green robe and couldn't help but feel speechless.
In the imperial court of the Tang Dynasty, the grades of officials were also divided according to their clothes. Purple was the third grade official's robe. Light red was the fifth grade official's robe. Dark green was the sixth grade official's robe. Light green was the seventh grade official's robe. Dark green was the eighth grade official's robe. Light green was the ninth grade official's robe. Yellow was the robe of people outside the palace and common people.
"Fortunately, the hat is black." Meton rejoiced in his heart.
"Greetings, Minister!"
In the main hall of the Ministry of Personnel, Meton wore an official's robe and paid a visit to Gao Shilian, the minister of the Ministry of Personnel. According to the usual practice, a new official had to be admonished by the Ministry of Personnel.
Of course, other officials didn't have the privilege of meeting Gao Shilian directly. However, the Firearms Supervisor of Ink Village was directly under the Emperor's jurisdiction, so it was reasonable for Gao Shilian to meet him.
Gao Shilian pushed up the reading glasses on his eyes and looked at the young Meton. He said in a businesslike manner, "Merton, this is your first time to be an official. You must know the rules of an official."
"Minister, please instruct me." Meton bowed and said.
"The rules of an official are: first, to avoid corruption and bribery. Second, to avoid being impatient for success. Third, to avoid …"
Gao Shilian spoke slowly, but each word was like a gem.
"I will remember!" Meton bowed and replied.
After a whole set of instructions, Gao Shilian smiled and said, "I hope Merton will not disappoint His Majesty's trust and rebuild weapons for the Tang Dynasty. The Old Man is looking forward to the things that Merton will handle!"
As the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel and an important official of the imperial court, he naturally knew about the explosion at the Xuandu Temple. Moreover, the Firearms Supervisor was directly under the Emperor's jurisdiction, so one could imagine its importance.
It could be said that Meton's position was no less than that of an important official of the imperial court except for the seventh rank.
"I will definitely not disappoint His Majesty and Minister." Meton said seriously.
The two chatted for a while before Gao Shilian picked up the teacup. Meton stood up and left.
When Meton was about to step out of the door, he suddenly turned around and bowed solemnly, "Thank you, Minister."
Looking at Meton's figure leaving, Gao Shilian couldn't help but smile.
"Mo Jiazi is indeed Mo Jiazi."
The officials in the imperial court all thought that he was deliberately suppressing Mo Jiazi, but Mo Jiazi saw through his intentions and clearly expressed his goodwill. He couldn't help but admire this insight.
Waving goodbye to Di Zhixun, Meton strode out of the Ministry of Personnel. From now on, he was officially promoted to the position of Firearms Supervisor.
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