"Brother Dongfang, didn't you submit a letter of recommendation in Jingzhaoyi Mansion?"

"Handed it over!"

"Really delivered?"

"Really delivered!"

Zhang Xuezhou knew that the time for the new emperor to seek talent was not fast, but he was in the convenient Chang'an City, and he was also the first batch of people to submit a self-recommendation letter.

There is a huge shortage of personnel in all parts of the imperial court, and there are thousands of people.

Anyone who squints at the moment and submits a self-recommendation letter has at least a one-third chance of becoming an official.

If you want to include some introduction of your own specialties in the self-recommendation letter, this one-third will become 80% likely.

Sang Hongyang didn't expect that Zhang Xuezhou was not in this 80% ranks.

He had seen the first batch of hired petty officials, and he carefully checked them three times, but none of them had Zhang Xuezhou's name.

When he came to transport millet for the sixth time, he also had to inform Zhang Xuezhou of the result of the failed interview for submitting resumes.

It is impossible for the emperor to read all the scholars' application letters, which have undergone a certain screening, such as eliminating some people who write miswords and cannot write well, so as to select the best ones.

"Did you make a typo on your self-recommendation letter?" Sang Hong Yang Qi Dao.

"That can't be!"

Zhang Xuezhou shook his head again and again.

He wrote a five-word self-recommendation letter, and all five words were written very correctly.

"Is that because you can't write well?" Sang Hong Sheep Road.

"Isn't there any other form and meaning of this word?"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about his printed words, and felt that the words he wrote were really not distinctive.

This can't be blamed on him, after all, he lives in such an environment, he has been learning according to the standard script since he was a child, and the written text is also biased towards printing.

This kind of writing is neat and neat, and the flaw is that it is not featured.

"The handwriting is good-looking, which is naturally pleasing to the eye, and it can also be selected by Jingzhaoyi Mansion for the first time," Sang Hongyang said.

"That'...... Do you mean that I have to practice my words? ”

The new emperor's order to seek talent is not to be carried out once, nor is it to let this group of people have no worries after becoming officials, but there is continuous screening.

When satisfied with the basic operation of the imperial court, there will also be some inferior level personnel who are transferred out, thus forming a vacancy.

It's just that compared with the first batch of recruitment, the second batch of recruitment is not so fast, but it is necessary to participate in interviews in various official institutions, and it is possible to replace official positions after obtaining a relatively good evaluation.

"I think you can practice" Sang Hongyang nodded and said: "Look at these words written by the younger brother, although these words are not as good as everyone's works, but this is also a writing that has won the praise of His Majesty!" ”

Sang Hongyang thought about it, and then took out a book of sutra bamboo slips from his pocket.

When Sang Hongyang carefully spread it out, Zhang Xuezhou saw that there were still three math problems provided by himself on the bamboo slips.

The math problem is not the point, the point is that Zhang Xuezhou feels that Sang Hongyang's handwriting is not as good as his own.

"Your Majesty actually praises this level of writing!"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about it and finally decided to do what he liked.

He took a pen and made a gesture, and then took a piece of bamboo, and wrote down the five words 'Dongfang Shuo Qiuguan' according to Sang Hongyang's writing format.

"Brother Hongyang, can you see if there is anything wrong with my word?" Zhang Xuezhou asks for the right way.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with it!"

Sang Hongyang watched it back and forth, and compared the arithmetic scriptures he wrote, and finally felt that Zhang Xuezhou's words were about the same level as him, and he was completely qualified to submit the self-recommendation letter.

"Then I'll go to Jingzhaoyi Mansion again!"

Zhang Xuezhou nodded and signaled that he was ready to submit his resume for the second time.

"Good luck!"

Sang Hongyang gestured.

After going back and forth several times, he became a regular customer of Zhang Xuezhou and others, and Zhang Xuezhou and others didn't mind him sitting in the restaurant, and even Sang Hongyang was interested in helping to sell some millet at retail.

Zhang Xuezhou was out of the ranks, and Sang Hongyang took over temporarily.

He walked back and forth in the columns, looking at the rice stored in the columns, and counting some of the millet from time to time.

Sixteen grains of millet are equal to one bean, six beans are equal to one baht, twenty-four baht is equal to one tael, and sixteen taels is one catty, thirty catties is considered one jun, and four jun is equal to one stone.

And converted into volume units, there are units of 龠, he, liter, bucket and hu.

"This bucket of millet is less than 2,696 grains, but this container is a container issued by the Inner Minister's Mansion, if you want to pile up 2,696 grains of millet and more, there are still some problems with the standard of weight and volume, so is it more standard according to weight, or more standard according to volume?"

Sang Hongyang likes complex calculations, and often does some calculations that are difficult for ordinary people to understand in his spare time.

When he waited for Rong Tianding and Xu Yuan to harvest the grain, he also divided the millet used for seed into categories, and calculated that the grains of these seed millet were different from those of ordinary millet due to different qualities.

Until Zhang Xuezhou and others returned to Lieshi, his head was still full of calculation problems.

"Brother Hongyang, the carriage is loaded!"

Seeing the Sang Hong sheep lying on his stomach counting millet rice, Zhang Xuezhou reminded him slightly.

Now it's not only getting late, but it's also time to pay for it and deliver it with one hand.

"So fast!"

Sang Hongyang shook his head, and his eyes narrowed several times before returning to normal.

He hadn't figured it out yet, but he had to get back on time.

This made Sang Hongyang touch the purse and took out half a tael of today's share very skillfully.

After the two sides handed over, he drove the carriage out of the West Market.

"Cousin, didn't those officials hire you because they were blind? I heard that there was a guy in the West Market who was bragging, he said that he was illiterate and asked someone to write a self-recommendation letter, and now he is a big official in the Inner Minister's Mansion! ”

Knowing that Zhang Xuezhou failed to become an official, Rong Tianding couldn't help but be indignant, even the nearly 100 pieces of net profit of half a tael in his hands today were no surprise.

"Cousin, my luck is mediocre, I can't compare to the luck of these people" Zhang Xuezhou waved his hand and said: "But Brother Hongyang is a person in the palace, I asked him for advice today, and I will definitely be able to record it this time." ”

The second record is definitely not as good as the first record, and Zhang Xuezhou is not in a rut.

He had to rest assured and not compare himself with those lucky guys.

"Besides, he didn't know how to enter the internal officials' mansion, and he couldn't ask someone to do it, and he would still have to lose his official position when the time came," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"That's right," Rong Tianding nodded again and again: "If I had known that that kind of person could be an official, I would have to deliver a copy somehow." ”

"It's not too late," Zhang Xuezhou said with a smile: "It's a good thing if you can be an official!" ”

"It's not right, it's not right," Rong Tianding waved his hand again and again: "I'm just talking with my mouth, I know how many pounds and taels I am!" ”

If the threshold is low, it is indeed good for Rong Tianding to be a petty official.

Not to mention what power you get, at least everyone can buy real estate.

But it is not comfortable to be an official, if Zhang Xuezhou is an official in the east, he will go to the west to be an official, which causes the two to be separated.

Not to mention that this situation is not conducive to Zhang Xuezhou's survival, it is also difficult for Rong Tianding to follow Zhang Xuezhou to practice.

As for Xu Yuan, it doesn't matter if he doesn't say it, the monks of Nongzong don't like to come to Chang'an City, let alone be an official in Chang'an City.

Xu Yuan's greatest wish is that Zhang Xuezhou and the others hurry up to become officials and buy a house, and then make more money, so that they can produce cultivation pills.

The three of them have their own minds and pursuits.

"I'm actually in trouble as an official, I'll have to rest in a few days, maybe I won't be able to catch up!"

Zhang Xuezhou feels that it is not a bad thing that he has not entered the record, he is not much different from those who do not learn and do not have skills, others have no ability to work, he has the ability but no time to work.

Even Zhang Xuezhou was difficult to determine whether he could catch up with the report after the second record was announced.

This made him have to choose an official position that did not do practical things.

It's bad not to be an official, and it's bad to be an official.

Zhang Xuezhou already had a hunch that his bureaucratic career would most likely not be too normal.