Chapter 115 It’s hard to be an official! (Please subscribe)

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Chapter 115 It’s hard to be an official! (Please subscribe)

At dusk, the breeze blows.

Ji Heng and others entered the large courtyard of Qinting.

As soon as he stepped in, he was greeted by an old pavilion soldier holding a spear.

"This is Qin Ting, who are on official business?"

Fusu cupped his hands and said, "We are officials under the Prime Minister's Mansion, and we have been ordered to come to Qin Pavilion to compile the relevant history of Qin."

Finished.

Fusu took out a copy of the biography from his sleeve.

The old pavilion soldier took the test pass, looked at it carefully, nodded, and said inward: "Sir, wait a moment, the pavilion chief, there are official guests."

"I heard it, come here!" A distant voice came from the pavilion, the voice was loud and deep.

Following the voice, a person walked out of the door. He was of medium stature and had a cheerful face. He wore a short, green and yellowish bamboo leather crown on his head, which seemed quite novel. He also had a short beard under his chin, which made him a little bit a bit nervous.

The casual cheeks add a bit of maturity and wisdom.

His gait and intonation also give people a sophisticated look.

As soon as he walked out of the stone gate, he came from afar and bowed his hands in salute. When he walked three feet in front of everyone, he bowed and said with a smile: "The senior officials have come a long way, and they have to work hard. Small officials are polite."

Fusu looked surprised.

He looked the pavilion chief up and down, and he was a little more curious about this person, but he also smiled, cupped his hands, and said in reply: "I'm not really a senior official, but I have been promoted to a junior official. I dare to ask the pavilion chief Gao's surname.

Name?"

"I asked an official about it. I don't have a surname. My real name is October. I disliked the tacky name, so I took it upon myself to change it to Shiyue." As he said this, the pavilion chief himself laughed, with a hint of laughter in his voice.

Somewhat bold and open-minded.

Fusu also smiled and said, "It does sound a lot better."

"Chief of the pavilion, we would like to rest in your pavilion for two days, or we may have some official business to entrust you with."

"It's easy to say, if you don't rest and don't have official duties, then what do you want me to do in this pavilion? Shi Yue will never miss anything. If the superiors have any needs, there is no problem in telling them."

Fusu nodded with satisfaction.

He was very satisfied with the pavilion chief named Shi Yue.

This pavilion chief was not as vulgar and submissive as the officials in the palace. He seemed to have an official style but also had a worldly ability. He treated people and dealt with things like a spring breeze, leaving no room for dissatisfaction.

After a brief chat, Fusu gave his transmission to the pavilion chief. After careful inspection, the chief carefully handed the transmission back to Fusu, then turned sideways and said, "

The superior asked, and he accompanied Fusu and others into the pavilion.

In addition to being the grassroots administrative office of villages and towns under the jurisdiction of the countryside, Daqin's pavilion also served as a post station for receiving official officials, and was responsible for delivering official documents.

Therefore, most of the township offices in the Qin Dynasty were located at ferries or road crossings that were convenient for land and water.

The standard pavilion in the Qin Dynasty was six bays, with three bays deep and two bays on the left and right.

When you first enter, the third room on the right is occupied by a mail rider. The third room on the left is occupied by a clerk in charge of the mail.

The third room on the right after entering the second room is the pavilion chief's room, and the third room on the left is the guest room for receiving passing officials.

The third entrance is the backyard, which is the kitchen, warehouse, stables and pavilion.

As soon as the group entered the pavilion chief's room, Shi Yue shouted: "Hurry up and serve hot soup to the superior."

The words just fell.

There was a middle-aged official holding a large plate with two sets of large and small pots and bowls. He first used the relatively exquisite small pots to skillfully pour hot soup for Fusu and the chief of the pavilion, and then used the large pots one by one.

The pottery pot was filled with hot soup for Young Master Gao, Ji Heng and others, with a very humble attitude and a smile on their faces.

Ji Heng looked calm.

He looked at the pavilion chief and the servants calmly, then silently picked up the pottery bowl and drank the hot soup.

He also had to admit that the chief of the pavilion had a good way of dealing with people.

At least it prevents people from feeling disgusted.

And from the moment you enter the pavilion, you can feel that this pavilion is quite impressive.

Daily management is good.

Considering this person's ability, he is nearly forty years old, but he is still just a pavilion chief, which is enough to explain some problems.

The room for improvement at the bottom level of Da Qin is too small.

The reason is actually very simple.

At the beginning of the founding of the Qin Dynasty, due to the lack of officials, the 'Renzi' system was launched, which allowed officials of a certain level to recommend their descendants to be officials. The children of courtiers were unlikely to directly become officials, and most of them served as 'lang officials' who were easier to promote, that is,

Zhonglang, Shilang, Langzhong, the children of court officials squeezed the promotion of local county officials, and the children of local counties squeezed the promotion space of lower-level officials.

One layer is squeezed one layer after another, and the officials at the lowest level have basically no hope of promotion.

Fusu took a sip of the hot soup and said with admiration: "The pavilion chief has done a very impressive job."

"Ashamed, ashamed." Shi Yue chuckled and said slowly: "I am just a small pavilion chief. I manage official affairs and deliver mail for the imperial court, and also manage people ten miles away. I don't have a lot of things to do. If I don't keep my spirits up, I still can't do it.

It’s such an easy mess.”

Fusu glanced at Shi Yue a few times and asked curiously: "When did the pavilion chief withdraw from the army?"

"I was fortunate enough to serve as a soldier under General Meng Tian. During the expedition against Qi, I achieved some military merits and became a centurion." Shi Yue said.

Fusu nodded slightly: "Yes, most of the pavilion chiefs in Great Qin are retired centurions."

Shi Yue showed hesitation, and said with cupped hands: "The superior is wrong. After I retired, I was not the pavilion chief. I was just working as a foreign official in the county, running errands and running some small errands. I am fortunate enough to get to know this pavilion chief."

I got it by luck because I hired a county official."

"I don't know how many people stare at this pavilion chief position every day."

"It's hard for a humble official to do this."

Fusu's expression moved slightly, but he didn't ask in detail, he just said: "You, the pavilion chief, do better than most veteran pavilion chiefs."

"When superiors praise you, subordinates should remember it."

Fusu said: "It's late, let's talk about business first."

"Excuse me, sir, what's the official business? Do you need my services?" Shi Yue said.

Fusu said: "We are officials under the Prime Minister's Office. We came to Qin Pavilion to record the history of Qin. I wonder if the director of the pavilion knows. Who in the pavilion knows about the Qin people's foothold?"

Hear the words.

Shi Yue was a little surprised.

He has been the head of the pavilion in Qinting for six or seven years. No high-ranking official has ever come here before, let alone high-ranking officials. Even people from the county rarely come. Those who can come are basically mailmen and those who are sent to do corvee service.

Officials, it has been hundreds of years since the Qin Dynasty was founded. Why do you suddenly think of Qin Ting?

He thought for a moment and said in a solemn voice: "I'm not sure about this. I'll go to the pavilion tomorrow and ask."

As he spoke, Shi Yue seemed to remember something, and suddenly said: "I remember that there was a family in the pavilion who kept claiming to be Qin Shifu. They may know something about the past, but there are hundreds of hundreds of people between Qin State and Qin Ting.

It's been years since I've moved to another city, so I'm afraid there's very little information I can ask for."

"Qin Shifu?" Fusu was stunned.

He had no impression of this name at all.

At this time.

Hu Hai said proudly: "Qin Shifu is the eldest son of Duke Zhuang. After Duke Zhuang passed away, Qin Shifu voluntarily gave up his position as king to Duke Xian while he led the troops to fight against the Quanrong."

Looking at the surprised eyes around him, Hu Hai seemed quite excited.

He has memorized the history of Qin a lot these days.

He may not be able to tell what happened in those years, but he remembers those monarchs clearly.

Shi Yue smiled and said: "What this superior said is absolutely true."

"Qin Shifu's lineage was originally from Xichui. Later, when the Qin Kingdom opened up, their lineage returned to Qinting. It has been in Qinting for hundreds of years. The current population of this lineage is not very prosperous. It has not been as prosperous as it was in the past few decades.

Compared to the previous year, it has become much weaker, and no one is holding office in the county.”

Speaking of which.

Shi Yue was also quite sad.

Fusu nodded slightly, cupped his hands and said, "In that case, I will ask the chief of the pavilion to invite the descendants of my father to the pavilion tomorrow."

"That's how it should be." Shi Yue answered in one breath.

After narrating for a while, the director of the pavilion, Shi Yue, moved everyone to a large house near the backyard, and also introduced that these rooms were the best places to live in the pavilion.
To be continued...