Ministry of official affairs.

Feng Yang, a doctor in the Wenxuan Cleaning Department, sat behind the desk with a tired look on his face. He lowered his head and glanced at the official documents that had just been submitted by his subordinates. For a moment, he was too lazy to open them and look at them carefully. He rested his head on the back of the chair and squinted his eyes slightly to ask.

: "How many moves were selected?"

"After the preliminary screening, there are a total of fifty-nine people."

The leading official hurriedly reported: "The first-class one has not moved, most of them are chosen from the second-class and the Eight Immortals."

After all, the Xia Dynasty was only sixty or seventy years old, and the number of Jinshi was not as high as in the late Qing Dynasty. At that time, people who wanted to be magistrates in remote areas had to wait for candidates, and it was not certain when they would be filled.

There are also a lot of Jinshi officials rushing to do it.

Generally speaking, the Jinshi of this dynasty started at the seventh rank - of course, there are some people who are willing to take some good and important positions, starting from the seventh rank or even the eighth rank.

But if you go further, it is not filling a gap, but humiliating people.

Therefore, in order to win as many official positions as possible in the engineering school and prevent those who are weak from getting bigger, the Ministry of Personnel has specially postponed the allocation of this autumn's general election, in order to find people to fill those who are from the eighth, ninth, or even ninth grade.

lack.

The so-called autumn competition is the main way for people to enter the official career.

According to the regulations of the imperial court, anyone who fails to pass the Jinshi examination after taking the Spring Examination three times can apply for the Grand Examination held at the same time as the Autumn Examination. Then, based on the evaluation results, he will be awarded an official position ranging from seventh to ninth rank as a supplement to the Jinshi.

Of course, not all those who participate in the competition can become officials. Usually there are twenty people evaluated in each round, and three will be rated first-class and then compete for seventh- and eighth-grade official positions.

The other nine are second-class, and usually can only serve as minor officials below the eighth rank.

In addition to being eliminated, the remaining eight people were also jokingly called the Eight Immortals.

It is said that Lai Shangrong, Lai Da's son, was originally not eligible to participate in this year's competition, so his family had prepared a full fifteen thousand taels of silver and planned to get a place as a magistrate at a price far away from the supermarket price.

In the end, because he was implicated by Jiao Shun, he was unable to give away the money, so he had to change his path to engineering.

Never mind this.

But after hearing the report from his subordinates, Dr. Feng nodded slightly and said: "It's okay to pick a few more. You have been trying to go through them again - try to choose those with poorer backgrounds, so as not to be unable to stand the idleness of being under someone else's roof.

There's something about hanging up and resigning."

Just as the subordinate below was about to say yes, he heard him say again: "But it can't be too bad, otherwise once you lose control of your nature and lose your nature, it will be difficult to change it again - this point is particularly important, it is best to wait until then."

He is willing to consciously protect the dignity of scholars without any instructions!"

Several officials looked at each other with a somewhat troubled look on their faces.

If someone is really perseverant and his family background is not too bad, how can he come to participate in the big challenge? Then he must study hard and continue to prepare for the next game. That is the right way!

But who dares to reject the Shangguan’s opinions face to face?

Just as he was about to bite the bullet and agree, Feng Yang added bitterly: "It's nothing else. We must not make the same mistake as the Ministry of Rites. The Jiao thief... Jiao Shun got caught!"

He was used to scolding Jiao Thief in private, but this was in a yamen after all, so he still had to be careful.

By now, most of the officials below have heard that the Ministry of Rites was dismissed this time because they misjudged the person, and Jiao Shun got the handle. But what exactly happened is still unclear.

His eyes went dark.

So someone asked out of curiosity: "Shilang Wang from the Suwen Ministry of Rites is a smart man, why did he lose his hand this time?"

"It's not because of the situation!"

Feng Yang curled his lips and said smoothly: "Zhou Long's case turned into such a situation. In the end, even the elder resigned. If he doesn't make some noise, he will still..."

Halfway through the sentence, he realized that he shouldn't reveal too much to the people below, and quickly changed his words: "By the way, when you choose people, it's best to choose a few who are good at learning, or who are interested in craftsmanship -

—The ministry has already purchased several 'textbooks' for work-study students, and once they have selected the candidates, they will have to sharpen their skills in battle first."

When he mentioned the word 'teaching material', he couldn't help but grin. I heard that he spent a lot of money to buy it privately from the craftsmen in the elementary school. They said it was a teaching material, but in fact most of it was dictated by his memory afterwards.

thing.

The content in it is confusing and confusing, and there are even many self-contradictory and inexcusable places. Even Feng Yang feels ashamed to call this thing a textbook!

But since you are going to study engineering and become an official, you must have a basic understanding of these things at least to avoid Jiao Shun being picky.

After Feng Yang finished speaking, he saw the expressions of embarrassment on the faces of several of his close subordinates, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Let's choose a few more to prepare, and then we can choose the best ones from among them - the palace is pressing hard, and I'm afraid it won't be delayed.

It’s too long, so gather people together and try to understand these silly things thoroughly. If someone can change it into a serious article, that would be the best.”

Hearing the richness in his words, several subordinates breathed a sigh of relief and bowed in unison.

Immediately, the leader stopped talking.

Feng Yang thought he wanted to complain and negotiate terms, so he frowned and asked, "What else is there?"

"Return to my lord."

The chief official said cautiously: "In our Literary and Selection Department, there are also some people who are famous but have no official position. They want to contribute to the great cause, do you think?"

The official positions in the engineering school, with the exception of clerkships and supervisors, are almost ignored by the non-commissioned officers. Even in the eyes of the candidates who participate in the competition, they are not considered to be the first-class places to go.

But for some humble officials who only have the reputation of being a scholar, this is nothing more than stepping into the official career.

Feng Yang's face brightened slightly when he heard this. He knew that this must be someone's request. He thought it would be a good idea to be a favor, so he said: "You can go back and do the statistics and include your name - but I have agreed in advance that it must be during the re-examination."

You are among the best in the community, if you choose some wine bags and rice bags, I can spare you, but the Minister of Secretariat cannot explain it to you!"

"That's nature, that's nature!"

The chief official responded repeatedly and was about to leave in order to pass the news to the clerks below. However, someone outside the duty room suddenly said loudly: "Sir, Master Shangshu, please come over."

Feng Yang just thought it was because of this list, so he picked it up and looked through it and asked: "Is there any of these that you all like? Please tell me your birth and surname quickly!"

Several subordinate officials did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly came forward and briefly reported to Feng Yang the resumes of two or three of the people who really stood out, and specifically pointed out what made them better than others.

After a lot of hesitation.

Feng Yang managed to write down these resumes. He held the roster in one hand and rubbed his brow with the other as he walked out of the check-in room. He casually asked the clerk who was delivering the message: "Master Shangshu is so anxious to call me over. I don't know why?"

"this……"

The clerk hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said: "Just now, several relatives of nobles and nobles came together. Judging from their aggressive looks, they probably wanted to stuff people into the engineering school - there were quite a few vulgar ones among them, sir.

Be careful when you go there.”

Feng Yang paused in his steps and frowned involuntarily.

He originally thought that it would be the emperor and Jiao Shun who were competing with the Ministry of Civil Affairs for official positions. Who would have thought that a relative of an honorable nobleman would interfere with him?

It is true that the nobles are getting weaker day by day, but that is due to the overall environment. If you really want to talk about it, I am afraid that the leader among them is not something that he, a fifth-grade person, can resist, and even the minister of ministers must be a little afraid.

Based on this inference, Master Shangshu came to him at this time, and I am afraid he also wanted to find someone to take the blame.

Thinking of this, his steps became slower and slower.

"Master Feng, Wang Shangshu is still waiting for you."

Seeing this, the clerk had no choice but to urge him.

"oh."

Feng Yang agreed, and then he had to speed up his pace. He took out a bank note, rolled it up with his sleeves, and handed it to the messenger without leaving a trace.

As soon as the clerk saw his sleeve being handed to him, he immediately raised his sleeve to greet him tacitly. The whole process seemed to be flowing like clouds and water, like walking through grain and gluing cotton.

Then the two of them hurried to the back office as if nothing had happened.

In the back office flower hall.

From Yongyi Bo Niu Jizong down, seven or eight distinguished relatives and relatives were lined up, most of them were veterans with gray beards, and except for Niu Jizong, they had the lowest title of the third rank, which looked quite intimidating.

But in fact, these old veterans are all idle people and do not have much influence in the government.

There is no way, looking at the current situation, everyone thinks that the biggest cake must belong to the King of Nan'an. As long as the background is strong enough, who is willing to work hard for the official position of the eighth or ninth grade and the staff?

That is to say, Niu Jizong, as the initiator, had no choice but to be held at gunpoint, and he couldn't even think about it.

As for these veterans, half of them were forced by him to show off, and the other half hoped to fight for their old bones and finally change their future for the children and grandchildren in the family.

At this time, Niu Jizong had a gloomy face and a menacing look, but in his heart he repeatedly scolded the two people bloody.

One of them is naturally Jiao Shun. If Jiao hadn't slandered someone, how could he be forced to come to the official department to fight in the ring?

All conscience, he just wanted to hitchhike. Who has ever seen a hitchhiker responsible for driving the car?

No, this is clearly treating yourself like an animal pulling a cart!

The second one to scold was the King of Nan'an. It was fine that this little cousin stole the limelight from him, but when things happened, he was trapped in the house by his aunt. He went there twice and didn't even see him, let alone use words to provoke him.

He's here to take the lead.

Just as he was slandering, he saw Feng Yang, a doctor in the Wenxuan Qing Dynasty, walking into the flower hall with his head held high and his chest held high. He bowed his hands to the Minister of Civil Affairs as if there was no one else around, without even looking at the nobles.

When Niu Jizong saw this, he knew that the one to beat him was coming, so he cheered up and mentioned it secretly.

But he didn't know that Feng Yang, who was opposite him, was also trying to get the best of him. If he really wanted to confess his feelings, the two of them would actually be like-minded and sympathetic to each other.

"cough!"

Before Niu Jizong could speak for the first time, a third-level general couldn't hold himself back. He stood up and said: "Since the people from the Wenxuan Qing Li Department have arrived, let's discuss this matter! This engineering is taught to craftsmen.

As a craftsman, what are you doing with all these big turbans? Just pick a few old masters from the factory, wouldn’t they be more knowledgeable than you?!”

As soon as he finished speaking, several old guys next to him started making noise together. Even though they were all white-headed men, their voices were no less than those of young people.

When Feng Yang saw this, he first looked up at Shangshu Wang Zhe. Seeing his immediate superior, the old man, stroking his beard, he knew that the other party must be waiting for him to refute, so he sighed secretly, held his neck and sneered: "

If we follow what the old general said, then engineering is not martial arts, so why do you need to do so much?"

The third-class general was speechless for a moment. After all, someone who has to worry about future generations at this age must not be a smart person.

As for the courage of ordinary people, there is no shortage of it, but it is not enough to argue with others and talk.

"otherwise!"

Fortunately, Niu Jizong was still there, and he sighed secretly, pretending to be confident, and retorted while sitting on a chair: "In fact, there are many connections between engineering studies and military service - I'm afraid Dr. Feng doesn't know that yet? As early as

When they were in elementary school at Zuo'anmen, the work-study students had to undergo military training every day. After graduation, half of them went to the picket team, and the things they did every day were not much different from those in the patrol camp.

"

As soon as these words came out, those white-headed men immediately had a backbone and quickly echoed: "Yes, in this industry, who has our family background?"

"If you don't ask us to get involved, why don't we imitate the Song Dynasty and let weak people lead troops to fight?"

"Then you might as well choose a child from the palace!"

The last sentence was obviously too outrageous, and even the white-headed men couldn't help but look sideways.

Fortunately, Feng Yang didn't bother to take advantage of these rumors. He was not familiar with Zuo'anmen Mengxue, the predecessor of the Engineering School, but he had heard about the fact that most of the first batch of work-study students were assigned to picket captains.

At that time, he had ridiculed these mud-legged people, who at best could only be made into Qiu Ba, but now that Niu Jizong had conquered an army, he discovered that this engineering school had already left an entrance for martial arts.

He hesitated and said: "This is the case for Meng Xue, and this may not be the case for Engineering, right?"

"Hahaha~"

Niu Jizong laughed, shook his head and said disdainfully: "I thought Dr. Feng had something to say, but it turned out that he didn't understand engineering at all and could only talk about it! Regardless of other things, since several large factories in the capital have tried to

The military-style management advocated by Jijiu has improved both output and quality, and even the loss has been reduced by 20%!"

"Such a good thing that benefits the country and the people, how could it be that you are going to deny it with just a few empty words?!"

It has to be said that although Niu Jizong was rushing to the shelves, he still did his homework from Niu Siyuan.

Feng Yang was speechless after these words. He was a doctor in the Ministry of Civil Affairs, and he was even separated from the affairs of the Ministry of Works. How could he possibly know the situation in the factories below?

"Cough~"

At this time, Heavenly Official Wang Zhe, who was sitting at the top, finally couldn't help but said: "In fact, most of the country's great craftsmen have always been scholars. Even the classics that describe the experience of hundreds of craftsmen, such as "Tiangong Kaiwu", etc., are also

They are all produced by the literati of our generation."

Feng Yang was granted amnesty and hurriedly echoed: "Yes, yes, there are also "Essential Techniques for Qi Min" and "Mengxi Bi Tan"..."

"I didn't say that literati shouldn't go to engineering school, right?"

Niu Jizong interrupted him, spread his hands and said: "But you have reasons to go to the Engineering School to be officials, and we, generals for generations, also have the qualifications and reasons to go to the Engineering School to be instructors."
Chapter completed!