The small seal is relatively greasy, as if it has been rubbed several times.

The attacker hurriedly handed over a gauze scarf, and Baoyu wiped it vigorously with the gauze towel for a while, and then he could barely see the handwriting on it:

Warm coal/brute.

The font on it is correct, and it is really the official seal of the warm coal grotto!

Baoyu looked at Ji Wu's tearless back and staggered back, and her face was very strange.

It is said that the barbarian is a very good official, but he, the barbarian vice, is an official who is sent to death.

Before Baoyu came, he was also prepared to fight with the Firehand tribe, the nearby barbarian tribe, and the officials under him, and even with the barbarians, or directly hardened steel.

But......

What's going on now?

Ji Wuxian gave him the official seal directly, is this delegating all the power?

That's right, it's really all the power delegated!

Thinking of this, the corners of Baoyu's mouth couldn't help but curl up.

Behind Baoyu, more than 100 Xiucai were trembling with excitement, and their eyes were almost spewing out fiery flames.

"Second Master Bao, you are auspicious. ”

"Second Master Bao, the matter of this barbarian tribe, to put it bluntly, is the master of the big seal in your hand. ”

"Second Master Bao, do we want to ......?"

Many people couldn't hold back and almost drooled, but at this time, Baoyu put the small bronze seal into his cuffs, and walked towards the official office.

The talents hurriedly followed, like Baoyu's little tails.

...

On the first day, Ji Wutear let Baoyu and the others settle down and rest;

The next day, Ji Wuxian took Baoyu to the official warehouse, except for a few official robes, there were only boxes of good coal.

Ji Wuxian grabbed a piece of coal, crushed it, and mixed it with water.

"Our transportation is inconvenient, and the old man sometimes practices calligraphy, but there is no paper, no ink, only this thing instead of ink, writing on the ground. ”

Baoyu's face was speechless, and he handed over a few ordinary ink strips, as well as two stacks of bamboo paper.

After thinking about it, he gave him a good piece of spiritual grease ink, plus ten pieces of ten-button paper with a unit price of fifty taels of silver.

Ji Wuxian took the things in his hand and praised Baoyu very much.

On the third day, Ji Wutear took Baoyu to meet the patriarch of the Huoshou tribe, called Huo Fuji, who was a rough and honest man with huge palms and always scratched his head.

Baoyu and Huo Fuji talked for a while, but it was obvious that Huo Fuji was wary of him and refused to say anything.

Waiting for Huo Buji to leave, Ji Wuxian smiled at Baoyu and said: "I said that it is very safe here, and the Huoshou clan only cultivates here, and I don't have any thoughts, so you don't have to make some twists." ”

"And their strength?"

"It's not high, let's just say that Huo is the strongest, but he only condensed three drops of ancestral essence blood, which is much weaker than the three daring people.

By the way, they can sacrifice to the ancestral spirits, and the strength of the ancestral spirits is almost equivalent to the nine galls lifting people. ”

Ji Wuxian said casually, but Baoyu listened, and a cold sweat broke out in his head.

Nine dares, the strength is not high?

If this is really the ancestral spirit equivalent to the Nine Galls Lifting People, with a slap down, they will all die!

Baoyu turned his mind, looked at the hunchbacked and old Ji Wuxian, and asked respectfully, "Dare to ask Shangguan, what kind of literary position are you?"

"Letters?"

When it came to the position, Ji Wutear smiled so much that his mutilated old teeth were exposed.

"What kind of position does the old decay mention, he has long been mixed up and waiting to die.

When he was young, he hesitated, left and right, it was clearly dark, but he was afraid of getting his hands dirty, so he didn't stretch out his hand, and wanted to borrow someone else's hand to catch it to see if it was a fish or a snake.

In this life, how many people have been pitted by old decay?

Those who harm their lives are just one life, but the decay has pitted so many people for a lifetime, a lifetime!

An old heart is weighed in fragments by the scale of how many big and small interests, what kind of position can you talk about? It is a literary heart, and it can't be spelled out. ”

"Wenxin?"

Hearing this, Baoyu was really startled.

"Hey, what are you thinking, it's just a metaphor. ”

Ji Wu glanced at Baoyu without tears.

Baoyu smiled wryly, blushing at the thought of herself.

Jinshi became a bachelor with the courage to cast the palace of literature, and the bachelor became a scholar with the palace of literature to warm up the treasure and write the strategy.

And the scholars, as long as the Wengong is connected with Wenbao into a Confucian literary heart, they can become a great Confucian!

Great Confucian, in the entire Great Zhou, there was no one......

Baoyu smiled and said goodbye to Ji without tears.

And Ji Wuxian watched Baoyu's back disappear, flipped his hand, and took out the bright yellow edict.

"If you have the ability, boy, you can climb up. ”

"Climb hard, climb hard, climb to the end, you have to fall down, cry to the sky. ”

"As long as you want to climb up, there will never be black, no white, dangling in the middle of the gray place. Sooner or later, his conscience will be dyed black, or white, and he will be smashed to pieces. ”

Ji Wu's tearful expression was in a trance, and he cried out mournfully: "Little ghost Buddha, come here, little ghost Buddha, it's too late, and the old man will pinch you round, rub it flat, and make it into a cloud of smoke and eat dumplings......"

...

On the fourth day, Ji Wuxian did not come;

On the fifth day, Ji Wuxian still didn't come.

On the sixth day, Baoyu took more than 100 talents and went directly into the official warehouse.

Zhao Guining, Bai Liming, Le Yangshen, Zhai Mingsheng...... All the Xiucai changed into the clothes that Baoyu had made in Sirius City.

In addition to Xiucai's standard white robe, the side of the left body is all embroidered with beautiful pale green and old bamboo.

Three pieces per person, the show talents like it very much, and they are usually reluctant to wear it, but today, it is all changed.

"Yo, you know it all. ”

Baoyu laughed, which immediately caused a burst of excited laughter.

"Second Master Bao, let's all wait, Xiucai is an official, but he can blow it for a long time in the future!"

"We've all calculated, there are more than 20,000 people in the Firehand Clan, so there can be ten positive eight grades, ten from the eighth grade, plus forty people from the ninth rank of wardens, clerks, and squads, and almost half of us can be crowned officials!"

"There are such good things in the barbarian tribes, and in other places, officials have to be appointed from above. ”

The talents were full of red light, straightened their waists one by one, and waited for Baoyu to speak.

Baoyu didn't let them wait too long, and first sealed Zhao Guining's eight-grade supervisor book, and let Zhao Guining record it beside him.

"Baili Ming, the governor of the eighth grade according to the Governor of the Judicial Division;"

"Leyang Shen, Governor of the Zhengbapinyun Division;"

"Wang Xingde, Zhengbapinbao Zhangzheng;"

"Leyang Yin, Zhengbapintong Political Secretary Guard:"

......

Soon, the officials were all sealed.

Baoyu saw that some of the talents were happy and some were lost, but even if they were lost, they all mustered up a lot of strength to catch up with their classmates.

In this regard, Baoyu is very relieved.

However, Baoyu walked out of the official warehouse and looked at the lazy and leisurely firehand barbarian in the clearing, and couldn't help but rub his forehead.

real trouble,

Here it is!