Transmigrating To Ancient Times With A Kitchen

Jian Qingqing lay on his knees and said longingly, “I earned my face by myself.

Who can throw it away? If he despises you, then I don’t like him either!”

Old Man Jian smiled and touched the top of her head. “What nonsense are you saying!”

Ming Zhiyan’s letter of appointment was given at the beginning of April. He was a third-rank Minister of Revenue. After the previous Minister of Revenue retired and returned to his hometown, the Emperor had left this position vacant, especially for Ming Zhiyan.

At first, the courtiers did not know who the position was reserved for. Many people went to inquire about the news, but no one knew, and no one could guess.

When the imperial edict was handed down, everyone exploded. All the courtiers opposed it.

Undoubtedly, Ming Zhiyan was too young. No one thought that he could sit in this position. In the past, all the Ministers of Revenue were over 40 years old, but Ming Zhiyan was not even 20 years old, there were many juniors in their own families who had yet to obtain an official position at the age of 20. It was too eye-catching for Ming Zhiyan to take up this position at this age.

Moreover, the Ming Zhi Yan from two years ago was still fresh in their minds. He was like a great devil, biting whoever he caught. There were not many people in the entire Capital who were not afraid of him. There were also many descendants in the imperial court who had made enemies with him. After he became the Minister of Revenue, wouldn’t his actions become even more unscrupulous? At that time, no one would be able to control him.

The imperial court was noisy for a few days, causing the Emperor to be extremely annoyed. He had already thought of this decision a long time ago, and no one could stop him. Moreover, he did not think that there was anyone more qualified than Ming Zhiyan for this position.

Ming Zhiyan was his nephew, but he was not stupid enough to make a joke of the imperial court and give such an important position to his nephew.

He felt that Ming Zhiyan was suitable to be the Minister of Revenue because he had seen Ming Zhiyan’s achievements in Shifeng County. Other than the high yield of grain, the tax revenue of Shifeng County had fallen out several times during his tenure.

Moreover, high-yield grain cultivation was the most important thing in Great

Wei in the next few years. No one was more familiar with high-yield grain than Ming Zhiyan. Therefore, in general, Ming Zhiyan was the most suitable to be the minister of Revenue, although he was a little young.

What about those who claimed to have experience? He was old, but he did not do much. If he gave such an important position to them, it would be the same as giving the entire Great Wei Dynasty to a group of people who ate rice for free. He did not know when it would end.

Therefore, after the emperor blew up in the imperial court, the voices of opposition finally weakened. Only then did he send the letter of appointment to Shifeng County with satisfaction.

“Miss Jian, pack up. We will set off in five days.”

“Okay.” Jian Qingqing could not help but look forward to it. A new journey was about to begin. She was extremely interested in the imperial city of this era.

“I wonder how many days we will be on the road?”

If Ming Zhiyan was alone, he would be able to arrive in a few days. However, if he wanted to bring Jian Qingqing and the others along, it would take a long time if they still needed to take the carriage. “Around 10 to 20 days.”

Jian Qingqing was shocked. “That long?”

20 days on the road, how terrifying.

“If we hurry, we can go faster, but it’s not very comfortable.”

Forget it, the road was too bumpy. After all, with the elderly and children, if they were not careful, problems would arise.

“20 days it is. Safety is the most important..”