"Master Gao, you see, these people are very wrong. Once they side with Chai Kejing, the consequences will be..."
Qi Huashan reminded in a low voice, looking a little uneasy.
In fact, why do we need him to remind us?
Gao Qian had already seen the people over there clearly. They all looked familiar, and many of them were people he knew.
After all, he is the boss, and he has to interact with various county officials.
And once something relatively important happens, he will go and meet with the magistrates and officials of each county.
Among the group of people who appeared in front of him at this moment, there were three county magistrates that he had dealt with before. Although he was not familiar with them, he would never admit the wrong person.
The remaining people are all low-ranking officials, the eighth and ninth grades are considered high, and most of them are petty officials who only work but have no official positions.
However, these people are crucial.
A system depends on legitimacy at the top and ordinary officials at the bottom.
At each level of the imperial court, there are about 10 times more candidates below.
Theoretically speaking, as long as an organization has about 1/3 left, it can quickly make up for it and recover. Therefore, in history, there have been examples of killing up to 80% of its own people and still being able to rebuild and recover.
As long as there is legality, in theory, killing more than 65% of one's own people will not destroy it, and there is no doubt that the grandson and imperial envoy have the authority.
No one is irreplaceable. Seeing all these people arrive, Gao Qian felt a chill in his heart.
"Sir, let's stay away!" Qi Huashan saw someone looking in this direction and quickly reminded Gao Qian in a low voice.
The master Gao Qian is being searched for. Who knows if someone with sharp eyes will see it?
The situation is unclear at the moment, so it would be better for them to stay away for the time being. If someone discovers them, they may cause big trouble.
Qi Huashan's words are like adding a handful of firewood to an already burning fire.
The anger in Gao Qian's heart has been ignited.
Why is he hiding?
But his reason was still there, and he endured it again and again, and finally suppressed his anger.
After the anger was suppressed, what was left was fear that could not be ignored.
"What are we hiding from? If we don't get off the cart, they won't be able to see us. If we leave now, we'll attract attention."
After all, all the bullock carts were parked here, and only a few left immediately.
Gao Qian pursed his lips, looked at it, and said gloomily to Qi Huashan, "You're a little panicked. Don't worry, where can they pay attention to this place now?"
Qi Huashan listened and continued to look forward.
I have to say that what Gao Qian said is indeed right. The people over there didn't look at this side at all. They glanced over and quickly looked away.
The official level suppresses people to death, especially the lower officials.
At the founding of the People's Republic of China, people who did not pass the imperial examination could be promoted quickly, especially for military merit.
In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, people who did not pass the imperial examination could be promoted based on opportunity and talent.
But now, it is very difficult for anyone who does not pass the imperial examination to obtain the seventh rank. Even this has been further reduced, and it will soon reach the point where people cannot be admitted to the ninth rank unless they are promoted.
No matter how high or low the officials are, they are more or less in charge of the government, and they all more or less realize that this is a big policy.
The lower the person is, the more inconsistent their personality, stance, and interests are.
Benefits can be shared, but personalities can be transformed, but the connections are disconnected and difficult to remove. They are suppressed and then exposed. Once they gain power, they are immediately exposed.
Therefore, no matter what country or dynasty, they will choose to appoint their own people - their own people who have basically the same ideas, interests, and positions. Those who convert halfway will always be slaves.
It's not that these officials don't understand this, but people eventually want to climb up, and many people still come.
Even if only one-tenth of the number is willing to gamble, it is enough to fill up the establishment.
Therefore, what really attracts attention is obviously the appointment in the prefect's Yamen. How could one of the bullock carts parked outside be looked at carefully?
"I lost my sense of proportion!"
Qi Huashan's heart dropped slightly, and then he became a little angry.
"What a shame, these people are usually so obedient. They don't want to jump out and wag their tails as soon as they smell the smell of meat."
"For the sake of official position, all of them are no longer human beings!" Qi Huashan said, these people are really worse than pigs and dogs!
If nothing happens to the high potential, you can still get some information.
Gao Qian didn't dare to show his face now, and Qi Huashan didn't dare to inquire. The two of them could only huddle in the bullock cart, staring at the expressions of those people, trying to analyze some information from their expressions.
But all I saw were these people with solemn expressions. After talking for a while outside, they were led towards the side door of the prefect's Yamen by those who had finished counting them.
After entering the side door, we can only wait for these people to come out and find out what happens inside.
Among such a large number of officials, a few had very keen senses, and they could vaguely feel that many people were looking in this direction, but since there were more than one people looking over quietly, they did not pay too much attention.
He just glanced at some places and then looked away.
"I don't know why we were called here." A petty official walked with his companions and did not dare to look more. He just lowered his voice and murmured to his companions.
"Bah!" the companion secretly muttered. At this point, everyone has hinted that those who are willing to get on the boat will tell lies to their faces if they don't want to.
But I was a little impressed. At this time, I was still tight-lipped and said casually: "Maybe I want to ask about the situation. You see, they are either officials or officials. They look like they have summoned us to ask questions."
"That's right, it shouldn't be a bad thing."
On the way here, everyone speculated on various possibilities, and finally felt that even if we did not talk about the hints from our superiors, no matter what the possibility was, it was unlikely to be a bad thing.
After all, if something really bad happened, he would have been arrested long ago.
With the character of the prefect, he is obviously not someone who can tolerate it, especially after the outbreak, all the officials who committed the crime, not to mention the person themselves, were taken away, including the entire family.
Before they came, they had heard many such things.
Therefore, the officials who were summoned this time were not too panicked, even if they were anxious.
People walked in in twos and threes, chatting quietly with their companions.
But when they actually arrived at the main courtyard of the yamen and people entered, the door was sealed tightly. Hundreds of officials stood over one by one, all shut their mouths, and did not dare to speak anymore.
I didn't talk much on the road, but now there are black crows standing in unison, and the courtyard suddenly becomes a fortified place.
There were so many people standing there, but for a moment, there was no sound except breathing.
One of them had sharp eyes and glanced not far away, and his breathing stopped slightly.
In the direction I was looking, I saw a group of servants standing with their heads lowered, holding large trays in their hands. If I saw it correctly, what was placed on the tray was not something else, but a stack of
Piles of clothes, no, more accurately, piles of official uniforms!
Those who saw this scene were vaguely sure of something, and their breathing became rapid as they recovered.
I waited for others, couldn't sleep for several days, and finally made up my mind to make a choice. It seems that I made the right bet!
Only those who are truly officials know that sometimes, official life is more important than human life.
If you become an official in the morning, you will die in the evening!