[The third update, ask for red tickets, collect]

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it's mid-February.

The weather is still a little cold, but the weeping willow branches on both sides of the Bianhe River have melted green, and standing on the side of the Bianhe River, you can also see the ice on the river disappearing day by day. There are a lot more pedestrians on the streets and alleys because of the better weather.

However, the atmosphere in the streets and alleys was a little tense, and a few days ago, there were some scholars who were full of confidence in themselves, wandering the streets. But in three days it will be the ceremonial examination of the imperial examination, and since seven or eight days ago, there has really not been a single scholar on the street or in the hotel.

As for Han Gang, since he generously resigned at Wang Anshi's mansion the day before yesterday, he has not seen Wang Anshi again. The few strategies mentioned that day, whether Wang Anshi used them or not, was not something he could control. Han Gang understands that Wang Anshi and they are not puppets in their own hands, they will do whatever they say, they have their own judgment and choice.

But Han Gang knew better that his words had planted seeds in the hearts of Wang Anshi and others, and they would take root and sprout when the time was right. Anyway, just watching the rats jump in front of them vigorously, even if there is no harm, is disgusting enough. What's more, many veterans and important ministers who led the old party, as well as Sima Guang, who is a red banner, they are not rats, they are tigers!

Han Gang's remarks are the persuasion of the devil, and the blossoming and fruiting may not be now, but there will always be a day when they will thrive.

In the name of Han Gang's life-saving grace to Zhang Yu, Zhang Dian came twice. But at the two meetings, Zhang Gang never mentioned anything about changing the law, and Han Gang didn't know anything about it, and he didn't mention it at all. And Liu Zhongwu, Yu Zhangyu also has the grace to save his life, Han Gang looks at Zhang Dan's appearance, he values him very much, it seems that even if he falls out of favor in front of Xiang Bao, Liu Zhongwu can still mix his head in Zhang Dan's curtain.

During the time when they were waiting for the accusation, Han Gang and the others visited the Sangjia Wazi similar to the entertainment center of the later generations, listened to three points, many miscellaneous dramas, and watched a female sumo wrestling with only a crotch cloth on her bare body.

Sangjiawazi is an entertainment venue, while Daxiangguoji Temple is a small commodity market. Taking advantage of the opening of the Great Xiangguo Temple five times a month, the so-called day of burning incense with ten thousand surnames, Han Gang entered the temple and burned a few pillars of incense according to the customs, but the main intention was to visit and play.

The burning of incense is just a name, but in fact, the purpose of the opening of the Great Xiangguo Temple is a bazaar. In particular, from the main gate to the main hall, there are sellers of flowers, birds, insects and beasts, as well as sellers of furnishings, and there are many nunnery temples in Tokyo City, and there are also fixed bunks in Xiangguoji Temple. Those nuns and Taoist aunts who make female celebrities when they have nothing to do in their daily lives are all sold on the stalls.

Unlike Lu Ming and Liu Zhongwu, whose eyes lit up as soon as they arrived at Xiangguo Temple, Han Gang had little interest in shopping shops, and both times he walked around the flowers - the first time he came, he bought some gifts to bring back to Qinzhou - and walked to the apse.

I have to say that Han Gang had a big misunderstanding of Daxiangguo Temple in the past. This royal jungle is nominally a monastery, but it is actually made up of dozens of monasteries. And the monks in it are not a sect, there are Vinaya sects and Zen sects.

It is not uncommon for Vinaya disciples to fold their hands together and chant scriptures with their heads bowed, while two Zen monks bask in the sun next to them. But no matter which sect it is, the incense money must be collected.

Twice to Daxiangguo Temple, Han Gang went around the temple, and gave a lot of incense money. It's not that he believes in Futu, but he wants to find a few monks of a certain level to go to Qinzhou. Almost every Tibetan tribe, whether it is the party or the Tibetans, is a devout Buddhist—the habitual murder and arson does not affect their worship of Futu.

Therefore, one of the ideas that Han Gang gave to Wang Shao that day was to send it to the Hehuang Division. But Han Gang now found that he was thinking too simply, wandering around like a horse, if he could bump into a monk who had the heart to make a contribution, it would be a ghost. And the city of Tokyo is so prosperous, how can those thieves give up the nightlife of spending all day and drinking?!

At this time, there were many cases of monks marrying wives, 'no hair [harmony] prodigal son, there is a room. This is what is now jokingly called for monks who marry wives and have children. When Han Gang saw a beautiful woman next to a slick bald head, he gave up the search, and this problem gave Wang Shao a headache.

On this day, Han Gang's long-awaited confession was finally sent to his hand.

In the official hall of the official court, a dark and thin old civil official, unfolded his body like a scroll, and was reading the words on it in a strange Guangnan accent.

Han Gang was very sorry about this, he thought that he would be able to see Su Shi who was serving as a supervisor today, but he didn't expect that it would just be a Guangnan Yanke who couldn't speak clearly and had a strange tone.

Han Gang stood with his hands down below, trying to understand what he was talking about, but the Guangnan tone of this Li or Li Juan Yuan made Han Gang confused. He only heard his own name clearly, and confirmed that his confession was not written by the Four-Six-Body Script—of course, he was not qualified. Only the attendant officer and above will be four or six punishable, and the writing will be brilliant. For example, a young minister in a green robe like Han Gang, his official edict can be written by the pun script, and it will only be when he meets the officials and the secretary of the official court who want to practice his pen.

There is a world of difference between the normal Beijing court officials and the candidates, and it doesn't matter if the issue of etiquette is ignored. Today, the official court judge, who was obviously in a bad mood, didn't want to say any congratulations to Han Gang, so he put Han Gang's farewell back into the bag, handed it to Ling Shi on the side, and walked into the inner hall reflexively.

Ling Shi and Ling Cheng are one word, but one is just a small official, and the other is an official. The court can take a big deal, and the old officials in Shangshu Province dare to deceive the officials, but they will not offend people for no reason.

He walked up to Han Gang with a smile, bent down and bowed his head, and presented the bag with both hands.

Han Gang smiled and took the bag. Turning around, Li Xiaoliu, who had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time, stepped forward with understanding and held the usual copper coin. This is the reward given to people by the custom after the new official is attained.

This money made Shi Shui feel at ease, and Han Gang paid it as a matter of course. In addition, Han Gang also paid a large amount of money to the official court before getting the lawsuit. This is called silk paper money, which can also be said to be the cost of work, if you don't pay it, the official letter will not be able to get it. Two days ago, when Han Gang asked Li Xiaoliu to carry 3,000 small flat coins on his body, he couldn't help but think that the bureaucracy was really a virtue

Ling Shi congratulated Han Gang twice, sent Han Gang out with a money skewer, and walked back. Han Gang held the brocade bag worth three times, stared at the cloud pattern on the satin surface for a long time, and suddenly used his right hand to exert force, and as soon as he closed his five fingers, the two slender wooden shafts that supported the official silk paper were bent and deformed in his palm.

"Official?!" Li Xiaoliu exclaimed behind Han Gang.

Han Gang slowly let go of his hand, the texture of the wooden shaft used to say goodbye should be very good, and it was straight in one fell swoop.

Han Gang slapped it twice, lightly. For this thing like a painting scroll, how much hard work he has took, and I don't know how many souls who died because of him, because he will soon have an uproar in the court, and after working hard to the worst, he will only get this thing...... And before he got it in his hand, an obscene little official showed a mouthful of tattered yellow teeth, and compared three fingers with him: "Three runs." ”

Although it was only the cost of work, Han Gang still felt strange in his heart.

Putting the bag into his arms, Han Gang led Li Xiaoliu out of the yamen of the official court. Just outside the gate of the official court, Lu Ming greeted him with a smile on his face, "Yesterday Liu Guanren won the official, and today Han Guanren won the official." Sure enough, the candles burst continuously, which is gratifying. ”

Han Gang smiled, and his complicated mood seemed to have disappeared without a trace: "After tossing for so long, I can finally get my hands, and it is not worth my hard work." ”

"It is difficult for officials to become officials, and there are few people in this world who can compare." Lu Ming nodded in agreement, without any envy or jealousy.

Han Gang's hard work in getting an official, Lu Ming is already clear. In the past few days, he has heard a lot of fragmented information from Li Xiaoliu, Liu Zhongwu and Han Gang himself, bit by bit, like piecing together a fragmented puzzle, Lu Ming spelled out Han Gang's difficult road from cloth to today.

Lu Ming sometimes thinks that if he is in Han Gang's position, he is afraid that even his bones can be used to beat the drum.

It was almost noon, and Han Gang and the three of them found a foot shop on the side of the road, found a secluded corner, ordered a few drinks and food, and Han Gang took the body out of his arms.

I opened the bag and pulled out the body, which was a small scroll with a wooden scroll less than a foot long.

As far as Han Gang knew, the deacon Zai's body was made of five-color silk paper, and it was pasted with sixteen or seventeen layers of silk paper, with rhino horns as shafts, colored silk ties, covered by purple silk mesh, and even the bag containing the body was sewn with the finest cloud brocade.

And the confession from the ninth grade in his hand is the most ordinary five or six pieces of white silk paper stacked, with a wooden shaft and a green belt, and the bag is also an ordinary brocade.

Lu Ming and Li Xiaoliu stretched their necks and stared at the scroll in Han Gang's hand, no matter how simple the shape was, but after all, this was an official's credential, and many people would never be able to get their hands on it in their lifetime.

"Official, open it up and take a look." Li Xiaoliu urged.

Han Gang snorted, not caring about it, his dispatch had already been decided, and after the strategic division took care of official affairs and handled the injuries and illnesses in the road, the official of the division and the lieutenant was decided

It doesn't really matter how it is, it's just a matter of how much money you have.

Untie the straps on the scroll, and Han Gang unfolded it. A few lines of upright regular script occupy the center of the scroll.

"The county lieutenant of Mi County?" Thanks to the blessing of traveling south and north in his previous life, Han Gang's level of geography was very high, and he quickly linked his official with his memory, 'It's Xinmi City, right?' ’

The county lieutenant of Mi County is his own official, but Han Gang doesn't have to go to Mi County to answer the errand. At this time, there must be another county lieutenant in Mi County, who is in charge of the county's military affairs and arresting thieves, which is his dispatch. And the county lieutenant of Mi County in Hangang is just a voucher for paying his salary, and his work is in Qinzhou.

It's funny to say that the hellish official system of separating dispatch from official positions is very funny, but this is also a sequelae handed down from the late Tang Dynasty, and it is not easy to change.

It's just that Han Gang wondered again, how could the area that could leave a name in future generations be Xia County?

Judges and divisions are state middle official positions, and books and lieutenants are county middle offices. Because there are 400 military states and more than 2,000 counties in the world, and their populations, taxes, geography, and histories are different, these prefectures and counties are divided into seven levels, including 'Akagi Wang's upper, middle, and lower'. From this, it is also from the ninth grade of the judge, in fact, it is also divided into three, six, nine and so on.

For a new Jinshi, his own official will be the judge and secretary of Wangzhou, or the book and lieutenant of Ciki County, while the Nine Classics will be the next level, which will be the judge and secretary of Jinzhou, and the secretary and lieutenant of Wangxian County. Further down, there are the Five Classics and the Three Rites. And Han Gang's entry into the official like this cloth is the penultimate gear, and he is only the county lieutenant of the county master, which is only a little higher than the official who spends money*.