During the Chenghua Dynasty, Shujishi did not choose all subjects. They only chose two or three subjects once. If they chose the last subject in the 14th year of Chenghua, it is unlikely that they would choose this subject again...Think of it
At this point, Fang Yingwu sighed and lamented that he was born at the wrong time and had no way to serve the country.
With his high rank and his past achievements, it is not a problem to enter the officialdom and start at the sixth rank. However, if you are not a commoner, your future will have a ceiling. The higher you go, the harder it will be, and it will be almost impossible to enter the cabinet.
Fang Qingzhi felt very funny when he saw his son's expression of sorrow and anger, as if his ambitions were hard to achieve and his fortune was not good. Did his son think too much? He had just become a Jinshi and had just entered the university.
He has only half a foot in the officialdom, but he is thinking about becoming a prime minister and an assistant in power in the future, and he is still aggrieved that he may not have the opportunity? Should we say that he has lofty ambitions, or is he too ambitious?
After thinking about it again, being proactive is not a bad thing, so Editor-in-Chief Fang put on a fatherly air and comforted him: "Everything is unknown, maybe Jinke will still be selected, so you don't have to worry yet."
Fang Yingwu waved his hands feebly, "Father, there is no need to comfort me. The world is unfair and my blood has gone cold. I have no choice but to be a minister in this life."
Fang Qingzhi wanted to open his mouth to curse angrily: Do you think the imperial court is run by you? If you want to be the Prime Minister, you can be the Prime Minister, and if you want to be the Minister, you can be the Minister? But he has been in contact with Fang Yingwu a lot, and he has already adapted to the surname.
He was able to maintain a smile and jokingly said: "Perhaps the emperor thinks that you have made great achievements and sees that you are a talented person, so he sent down his grace to select you as a good scholar."
"Father, this is a good idea!" Fang Yingwu's eyes lit up, he nodded and then started thinking seriously.
If you become the only scholar in this department, wouldn't you become the only "reserve cadre" in this period of time? The benefits of this are simply self-evident!
Stop having sweet dreams! Fang Qingzhi was very helpless towards the devil's son. He couldn't continue what he said, so he had to change the subject by patting his forehead and said: "Your marriage has been decided, and it will be next month.
We are getting married on April 15th. You should be careful during this period and don’t cause anything that will make people laugh!”
"Oh!" Fang Yingwu responded absently.
At this time, Fang Yingwu's eldest son, Wang Ying, ran over and reported to Fang Yingwu: "Someone sent a gift to congratulate you."
Neither Fang Yingwu nor Fang Qingzhi paid much attention to it. After Fang Yingwu became a scholar in high school, it was not unusual for many people to come to congratulate him.
Fang Yingwu asked casually: "Who is he?" Wang Ying reported in a low voice again: "It seems that he got the post from Xichang."
Xichang? Fang Yingwu was slightly surprised. He had never had any contact with Xichang, and they were not the same people. What congratulations could they give him? It was too nondescript.
Then Fang Yingwu suddenly realized that if there was any connection, it would be Wang Zhi, the current Admiral of the West Factory. He asked again: "Could it be a post from the Factory Supervisor?"
Wang Ying nodded, feeling extremely impressed. When he was in Changzhou, Fang Yingwu offended the factory supervisor and was so frightened that he ran away overnight. In the blink of an eye, a few years later, the factory supervisor was about to come to congratulate him.
Fang Yingwu suddenly punched his fist and said with great joy: "You've come just in time! You really get what you want!" After shouting, he felt that something was wrong in the atmosphere. He looked sideways and saw his father squinting at him with contempt in his eyes.
A scholar, the eighth scholar in the second class of the new science, was overjoyed when he heard that the powerful factory official sent people to his door to congratulate him. What kind of shame is this? What kind of demeanor is this?
"I" Fang Yingwu wanted to explain a few words. But Fang Qingzhi shook his head and did not intend to listen to Fang Yingwu's explanation. He muttered, "Boys cannot be taught", sighed, and left worriedly.
Fang Yingwu was helpless, turned around and told Wang Ying: "Lead the guest to the main hall of the west courtyard. I want to see him in person."
The man who came to congratulate Wang Zhi was sent by Wang Zhi. He was a dark-faced middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance, and his identity could not be identified from his clothes.
Fang Yingwu signaled to the black-faced man and asked, "I have a few words for you. I wonder where Wang Gong is now?"
The black-faced man was very hesitant when he heard this. Wang Zhi, the factory supervisor, had never congratulated anyone for his family's Jinshi. This was the first time, so he could tell that the factory owner had a close relationship with the new man in front of him. At least the factory supervisor was.
One-sided emphasis on the person in front of you.
But he also knew that the factory boss liked to sneak around, he valued the confidentiality of his whereabouts, and hated having his whereabouts leaked. When the turmoil was at its worst in the 13th year of Chenghua, there was a fan who leaked the itinerary of the factory supervisor.
, and his whereabouts are unknown since then, and his life and death are unknown.
Therefore, Fang Yingwu's question made the black-faced man very confused. Why did this young man ask this question?
Seeing the other party's embarrassment, Fang Yingwu laughed dumbly and said: "I don't know whether the factory governor is in the capital or in the military camp? If he is in the capital, could you please report back and say that I would like to meet with the factory governor secretly. Is it convenient?"
The black-faced man responded: "I will repay you. If the factory owner is interested, he will naturally send someone to invite you."
Without further ado, Fang Yingwu said that while the shujishi were racking their brains, the wheel of history continued to roll forward. However, it was said that after a scholar became a Jinshi, he might not necessarily get an official position immediately, and the court could not come up with two or three hundred at once.
Suitable position. While waiting for official selection, new scholars will be sent to various yamen for internship, and their scientific name is Guanzheng.
Most of the new Jinshi have to go through a longer or shorter period of observing government affairs, during which they slowly adapt to official life as Guanzheng Jinshi, learn how to handle government affairs, and become familiar with the laws of the court, so that they can get started as soon as possible after they officially take office in the future.
The new Jinshi Fang Yingwu was assigned to Guanzheng in the Ministry of Rites, and he was honored to become a Guanzheng Jinshi. It should be said that this is a very good arrangement. First of all, it is better to be able to intern in a core yamen like Liubu than to go to those that call people
The prisoner whose name I can’t remember is good.
Secondly, according to the ranking of officialdom, the Ministry of Rites is second only to the Ministry of Officials among the six official bureaus, and it is impossible for a unique yamen like the Bureau of Personnel to have the power of election to arrange new scholars to observe politics. Of course, the Qing Dynasty also had
Qingxian, Qingshui, actually meant that Fang Yingwu wanted to go to the Ministry of War to find out whether Liu Daxia burned Zheng He's navigational charts.
When he went to the Ministry of Rites to report, Fang Yingwu went to see Zhou Hongmo, the minister, but he was not there. He was also not there when he went to the minister Xu Pu. So Fang Yingwu scratched his head. There were four departments under the Ministry of Rites, and none of the officials in charge were there, so which one should he go to?
Si Guanzheng?
With no choice, Fang Yingwu had no choice but to run to the lobby of the Ministry of Etiquette and chat with several old officials on duty. "It's quite busy now, and you are often away from the office." An old official said with a smile.
Fang Yingwu said curiously: "You old man, don't bully me, a newcomer, for not understanding. Isn't the Ministry of Rites known as the most leisurely among the six departments? You just drink tea and read newspapers every day, what's the fuss about?"
"I usually have a lot of leisure, but recently things have been gathering together. There were suburban sacrifices one after another, let alone the Spring Festival Competition. Now there is the great victory at Weininghai in northern Xinjiang, and we are about to prepare for the temple prosecution. The sacrifice of prisoners has not been done for decades.
This is such a great gift, and everyone in the court is very unfamiliar with it, so it is inevitable that they will be in a hurry."