Not all those who are admitted to the Jinshi are wise and wise people, and there are also those who have a good eye but a low level of luck but are unlucky.
It's okay for these people to go to the Hanlin Academy, but it would be inappropriate if they came to the Sixth Department to do practical work. It's just that they are incompetent, relying on their background, they look down on the old officials of the Criminal Department who help them work, and give instructions.
There were rivers and ponds one after another, and colleagues were afraid of their pens, so they could only turn a blind eye.
Sometimes, Feng Zhou really wanted to ask them to come over and learn from these people. It didn't matter that he didn't have much ability, as long as he could keep the officials working under him and could deal with the superior officials.
In his opinion, those old officials in the Ministry of Punishment are the most suitable candidates for the position of doctor, and even he himself is seriously unqualified at the moment.
It's a pity that there is a huge gap between officials and officials. It is not easy for those officials to get over it. Those who really hold power and are famous are always the scholars who have passed the Jinshi examination. After all, the imperial examination system has been implemented for 800 years.
In the 1980s, literati extended their tentacles to all aspects of officialdom.
Therefore, the only ones who are of inferior quality are those who are well-educated, especially the Jinshi who are favored by the civil servants in the court. Although they are now Hanlin and common people, they have a bright future. They may become one of the six ministers in the future, or even one of them.
To be trained by bachelors, or civil servant leaders.
With the huge resources of the civil service system, even if one's own abilities are not very strong, as long as the people meet the challenges and the position is firm, a good future is indispensable.
This is the case for the doctors in the yamen of the Ministry of Justice. They were originally Jinshis. After working in the officialdom for about ten years, they became middle-level officials of the Sixth Ministry. As long as there are no big mistakes in the future, they will be at least fourth-grade or even third-grade officials.
of.
There is no way, the Ministry of Punishment is made up of scholars. From the minister to the minister, they are all Jinshi. On the contrary, among the middle and low-level officials, there are many officials with a good background.
For example, in his opinion, Wu Fan, a veteran of the Criminal Department who was very capable, was a direct descendant of a small family in the capital. He entered the Yamen of the Criminal Department through Enyin's means. After more than twenty years of hard work, he was able to reach the position of sixth-rank chief.
Unlike the top nobles like the British Duke, the Wu family is too inconspicuous in the capital, and the resources and help it can provide are very limited. If there is no opportunity, maybe all his generation will be spent in the Ministry of Justice, maybe in the 50s
After the age of 15, he will be rewarded with a member of the fifth rank, Yuanwailang Dangdang.
That's why he hugged Feng Zhou's thigh tightly now, hoping to form a good relationship.
The world is so unfair. Feng Zhou has nothing to do except sigh. He just wants to promote Wu Fan, but at least he is powerless for now.
After leaving the yamen, I said goodbye to a group of green-robed officials who were approaching. Feng Ping, the commander-in-chief, drove a carriage to greet him and said respectfully: "Master, please get in the carriage!"
As a side note, since Feng Zhou became a Jinshi, he has hired several servants to cook and wash his food, and some to run errands with him. Feng Ping is one of them.
This person was recommended to him by Wang Hu. He came from a poor background, but he was ambitious, willing to study and work, and he was smart. He was a qualified personal follower.
Feng Zhou glanced at the man lightly and stepped onto the carriage. After a while, the carriage started to move and slowly drove towards his house.
"master!"
After the carriage had traveled a normal distance, Feng Ping suddenly slowed down and whispered: "I have something to report!"
"explain!"
Feng Ping knew that the master was very skilled in martial arts, so although he spoke in a soft voice, he was not worried that the master could not hear clearly.
"Master, yesterday you asked me to inquire about the beggars in Dongcheng area, and I have already found out!"
"Say it!"
"this……"
Feng Ping was a little hesitant, apparently he found something while snooping for information.
"explain!"
Feng Zhou only uttered one word softly, but for some reason Feng Ping felt a chill in his heart. A thin layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and his heart was beating wildly. He continued to slow down his horse and said: "The one from the east of the city.
The big leader is Du Tongxuan, and his beggar leader is called "Gang'er Li". There is also a beggar named Sun Liu. This man is a strong martial artist, a chivalrous and righteous person, and often helps the old, weak, sick and disabled, and he is very difficult to deal with Gan'er Li.
I heard that today there are gangsters hired by Gan Er Li from Dongcheng to seek revenge on Sun Liu!"
"Oh, it looks like there's something good to watch today!"
Feng Zhou made a soft sound and knocked lightly on the wall of the carriage. Feng Ping stopped the carriage knowingly. He slowly got out of the carriage and waved: "Let's go to Dongcheng to see the excitement!"
When the master gave orders, of course the servants had to carry them out. Feng Ping handed the carriage shaft to the guards following him, and the master and the servant took the two guards and drove the carriage straight to Dongcheng District.
Dongcheng District is not the east side of the capital, but the east side of the south of the city.
After all, the entire Beicheng District is a palace city and an imperial city, where high-ranking officials and nobles live. Feng Zhou is a small fifth-rank chief of the Ministry of Justice, so he lives in Nancheng District.
When his position reaches a higher level, he will have to move into the high-ranking area of the Imperial City.
It is indeed a slum area in the capital, and Feng Zhou couldn't help but frown slightly as soon as he stepped into it.
It's shabby and dirty, but there's a weird smell in the air.
Feng Zhou frowned, said nothing, and quickly headed deep into Dongcheng District under the guidance of Feng Ping.
It is obvious that the security here is not upright and the security chief cannot take care of himself, so he naturally does not lead everyone to maintain the interest of the street. Therefore, the environment here becomes increasingly dirty and messy.
Not only is everything dirty, but the surrounding houses are also dilapidated. There are almost no complete houses. The small courtyard with a yard has collapsed. Various weird buildings are scattered inside. Most of them are simple ones made of a few wooden boards.
house.
No wonder Du Tongxuan's gangster Li couldn't control all the beggars in Dongcheng, allowing the beggar Sun Liu to stand out.
In such a dirty and messy environment, there probably won't be many decent people to take control of the situation.
Du Tongxuan would not value this place even more.
It is getting late at this time, and people who are rushing to work should go home for dinner. However, there are very few adult men and women here. The streets are full of little kids wearing patched clothes and even naked, laughing and playing. Look at them one by one.
Their sallow complexion and thin skin indicate their family's living standards.
Most of the people left behind in the house were old people and children, all with blank eyes and numb faces, as if they were just eating and waiting to die.
These are almost considered left-behind personnel.
And they are abandoned left-behind personnel.
It’s not that I didn’t encounter young people on the road, it’s just that they were all aloof, looking at passers-by with wandering eyes, and looked at passers-by with prying eyes. Needless to say, they were not good things.
Feng Zhou and his party were really out of the blue here.
Although he was wearing an ordinary robe, he stood out from the crowd here. The gangsters around him wanted to join in and take advantage, but before he got close, he was frightened by an evil aura. Many gangsters only felt a
A bolt from the blue came, and my whole body suddenly became stiff, and I didn't dare to move anymore.
When he arrived at the beggar colony in Dongcheng District, Feng Zhou couldn't even sigh. This place was simply a hell on earth.
In an environment that can no longer be described in words, there are beggars, old and young, sitting and lying leisurely. They are all unkempt, yellow and thin, their clothes are not covered, and their bodies exude a strong smell of rancidity.
There is such a place at the foot of the emperor at the root of the imperial city, which makes people wonder what to say.
Feng Zhou could still maintain a calm expression and walk briskly and leisurely, but Feng Ping and the two guards couldn't, and almost vomited.
In fact, if Feng Zhou hadn't been by their side and used magic to help them, they would have vomited.
However, when they arrived at an area, they found a clean place. Both the ground and the thatched house were relatively tidy. However, there was a loud noise coming from deep in the house, including angry shouts and violent fist and foot collisions.