Three thousand taels of free money arrived, so Hong Jing came to do things more conveniently. Without money, he couldn't do anything.

After Zhao Wanyong came for ventilation, it took another two days for the officials to announce that Hong Jingrae had been promoted to the position of judge of Dongnae Prefecture, Gyeongsang Province.

It is said that he was personally appointed by the emperor!

Who knows? Spread your hands.

But regardless of whether he was personally appointed or not, he still had to go to the official to file an official complaint. In order to file an official complaint, Cui Zhengji borrowed "Ren Debt" and spent an unknown amount of money.

Anyone who wants to become an official will not be able to escape.

Hong Jinglai also had to go to the official to change his resume and then update his household registration. Finally, the official would issue documents and complete the registration.

When the sun came up, just like the elementary school students who were punished to stand, they stopped at the door of the official Cao to report. First, they gave the doorman twenty taels of money, handed in their resumes, and officially started queuing up.

Hong Jing was not the only one who came to the door. Officials of fifth rank and below were considered middle-level officials. The king usually had no control over such small officials. Although Queen Zhenchun had the power to appoint personnel, she also focused on officials above the third rank of the main hall.

Therefore, those lower-level yangbans still have some chance. The "Jinghua gentry" are also eyeing positions in Hanyang. The junior officials in the foreign service are not looked down upon by the upper yangbans, and they are even regarded as drudgery.

After scanning around, there were no impressive figures. They were all ordinary and looked a little timid.

Come to think of it, even the eldest magistrate who was a county magistrate in the past was just a low-ranking official when he became a civil servant. He didn't dare to show any authority, and he didn't even dare to fart.

How much money you can earn from serving as an official, and if you go around Hanyang for a while, you'll only get half of it.

Fortunately, we have our old friend, Superintendent Min!

Originally, it cost one hundred taels to put out the cards, but now I don’t want to ask for more. I only need to pay for the inspection today.

"Gelang, when will the queue last?" Han Sanshi picked up a small horse and found a shade in the corner for Hong Jinglai.

"How did I know that this doesn't mean it depends on the adults inside."

"It turns out that even the most powerful adults in the county are like little chickens when they come here." Han Wushi took snacks out of the box and made breakfast for Hong Jing.

"Even if you observe, Jiedu, Wanhu, and the government envoys come here, you must also be careful in your conduct!"

"It's really not easy to be an official!" Han Sanshi sighed.

"Then do you want to be an official?" Hong Jinglai licked the soy flour on his fingers and wiped his hands with a handkerchief.

"Think about it! Why don't you want to! Being an official can make money and show off, and everyone from all over the country respects you." Han Wushi had just tasted the benefits.

"That's alright! A person who stays here with you for one day can show off your authority for three years!"

While the three of them were chatting, an official in a blue robe came out, followed by several other officials. One of them held a wooden sign with a few lines of words written on it. He was a little far away and could not see clearly.

"The Registrar of Gyeonggi Province, Gyeongsongdu, Ahn Il-jeong!" A middle-aged man in the crowd was called out with a voice.

"Hang the sign!" An official hung the wooden sign on the wall.

This means that the vacant candidate is basically a sure shot, and the resume of that official is written on a wooden sign, similar to a pre-appointment announcement, letting everyone know that the country has selected this person.

The official's family immediately paid two copies, one for the civil official who sang the cards, and one for the official who posted the cards.

This is called card money!

Then the official introduced the official to meet with the official in charge.

After more than ten minutes, this man came out with a happy face. Several candidate officials who were familiar with him came out to congratulate him. Everyone worshiped together and lived happily.

"Hong Kyung-rae, Judge of Tosanpo, Dongnae-bu, Gyeongsang-do Province." While I was watching the play, the song started playing again at the door.

Hong Jinglai was so excited that he immediately ran out of the crowd, ran to the steps of the officials, and saluted the blue-robed official.

It was now clear that the wooden sign with Hong Jinglai's resume written on it was held up by an official and hung on the wall.

"Who is your house master?"

"He is from Lixing Minshe!"

"Come in with me!" The blue-robed official nodded.

Han Sanshi quickly took out the money and accepted the check he gave to the official. However, he waved his hand to indicate that he would not use it.

"Sheren and I are students in the same department. You should be grateful to him for taking care of you like this."

"It turns out that your Excellency and the teacher are of the same age. Thank you very much for your guidance. I have never asked you for your name."

"This is Mr. Jin, the chief official of Cao Wenxuan!" An official next to him answered instead.

"I will pay my respects to Mr. Jin!"

"Okay, just follow the instructions later and don't let Meng Lang go!"

“Save money, save money!”

When we arrived at the hall, there were seven or eight officials standing in a row, waiting for something.

"Roll-call inspection!" a scribe shouted and began.

"Hong Jinglai, Tieshan County, Ping'an Road, was born as a Jinshi in Renxu Branch. His great-grandfather, Hong Moumou, was a robber hunter and a senior scholar. His ancestor, Hong Fengzhen, was a Confucian scholar. His father, Hong Leyou, was a Confucian scholar."

Loudly announcing one's home every step of the way is not only to understand the origin of the candidate official, but also to check whether the person stutters. People who stutter are not allowed to elect officials.

Then there is the inspection. The person sitting in the hall must be an official higher than you. When you walk in, and then kneel down to worship the official in accordance with the etiquette, whether the whole movement is smooth, whether there is any disability, blindness, or incoordination of the hands and feet.

"Are you Hong Jinglai?" the court official asked. Only then did Hong Jinglai stand up.

"Yes, my subordinate is Hong Jinglai!" Looking up, he saw Jin Zuchun sitting in the hall.

"Come for judgment!"

This judgment means a judgment. If you go down to be a local official, you will naturally need to be able to write a judgment. But Hong Jinglai really can't write it, but it doesn't matter, an official naturally brought one in.

"Submit it!" he shouted while holding it up.

Jin Zuchun read it roughly and nodded. This was mainly done by the clerks who copied the judgments written by the candidate officials before, so it was not surprising that the clerks submitted them.

"Come and write the official inscription!"

Pens, inks, paper and inkstones were brought up to see how Hong Jinglai's handwriting was.

"I think of you as a child... I am a special precept for you, and I think deeply about it." Hong Jinglai remembered this thing clearly, and his words inherited the original owner's more than ten years of hard work, which is not bad.

I wrote it quickly, without a single word. I blew the ink slightly and handed it over to an official.

"Your official position was appointed by His Majesty the Lord, so you must be honest with your colleagues." Jin Zuchun smiled.

"Dismissal! Report!" Accompanied by a chant, an official quickly wrote a report and handed it to the official's official seal, Zheng Lang's seal.

"Your Majesty, please retire!" After receiving the official notice, Hong Jinglai lowered his head, did not turn around, and slowly stepped back and left the lobby.

It was very relaxed and performed well. Outside the hall, Master Jin called Hong Jing to come over, probably to settle the bill.

There are fifty taels of the best copywriting for the entire official and Cao judgment, twenty taels for roll call introductions, and twenty taels for writing official reports. These are given to the officials and are called "four knots".

The amount given to officials is slightly more. The gold master's book that is brought in to record the cards is supposed to cost 200, the chief minister who seals and seals it costs 300, and the official who actually inspects it costs 400 to 600.
Chapter completed!