Manchu traitor, how can you let me be the emperor of the ages

Chapter 68

"elder brother……"

Zhao Kuangyi was out of breath with a smile, but he still told the truth: "I saw what you said about saving the people from the fire and water, and I thought of the treacherous and hypocritical appearance of the little emperor and Yan Song..."

"Brother, your skills are not much better than theirs... Hahaha..."

Zhao Kuangyin's complexion has turned dark... Well, it was already dark.

"Why did I become my younger brother only because of such a picky ass like you!" With a big black face on his face, he picked up the soles of his shoes and rushed over.

Zhao Kuangyi was not dissatisfied with his movements at all, his obese body exploded with unimaginable agility, and jumped towards the door of the study like a rabbit.

Two nimble black fat men chased for a while in the study, and Zhao Kuangyi was about to escape.

huh~
A black silk cloth shoe with a white bottom flew across the sky, brushed the back of Zhao Kuangyi's head, and slammed into the door with a bang, but he had already fled...

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Fuguo County refers to the county whose county government is within the capital and the county government is in the capital.

There are two Fuguo counties in the capital, Yongshou County and Xing'an County. The former is to the east of Zhuque Street and the latter is to the west.

As for Changsun Wuji, he is now the Sihu of the third class and the sixth house in Xing'an County.

Sihu has no rank, and is not even an official. He can only be called a petty official, which looks very inconspicuous.

However, the facts are quite different from this. Changsun Wuji's subordinates are in charge of pawns, a large number of book offices and small officials.Household registration, land tax, taxation, marriage, famine relief in the county... are all handled by household houses, accounting for more than half of the county's affairs!
In Li Gan's previous life, he held the city's finance bureau, tax bureau, and grain bureau... all in one hand.

Being able to sit in this position at a young age is not only because his uncle is a doctor of the Ministry of Justice, but also has something to do with Changsun Wuji's own ability.

No matter how complicated the official duties are, he can handle them in an orderly manner without procrastinating, which won the praise of officials from all over the Yamen.

Of course, being bright in front of others also depends on the dedication of others.

The eldest grandson Wuji sat in the study of the Gao Mansion, rechecked the several documents approved today, and wrote down what he didn't understand, and consulted the books or asked the experienced uncle nearby.

"Water leaked, and the storeroom leaked water at night, and I need money to repair it..."

Changsun Wuji stroked his forehead helplessly: "Are those watchmen just eating dry food? They've walked through the water three times this month!"

Exclamations belong to exclamations, but he also had to approve.

In summer, the weather is dry and hot, and there has been no rain in the recent period, and the sky is dry and everything is dry.

There is a curfew in the capital at night, ordinary people are not allowed to go out, and each square is patrolled by only one watchman, and some omissions are inevitable.

Changsun Wuji held his pen and thought for a while, then turned his head to look at Gao Shilian who was also in the study: "Uncle, how about hiring a few more watchmen in each square with the money?"

Compared with the money for hiring watchmen and the money for repairs, it is not too much to say that it is a drop in the bucket.

Gao Shilian was flipping the pages of the book in his hand boredly, and replied casually: "As long as your county magistrate agrees."

"This……"

Changsun Wuji was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile: "That must not work..."

Every time you walk in the water, you have to repair something and spend a lot of money.

The money was handed over by the people in the yamen and became their extra income.

Not to mention that the county magistrate would not agree to the addition of watchmen, even the little officials below would complain in their hearts.

"Ah~"

Changsun Wuji propped his chin listlessly with his hands.He can deal with the small officials below, but he is helpless with the officers who are pressing on him.

"Uncle, what do you think... how high an official do I have to be before I can do things freely?"

"Come on slowly~"

Gao Shilian flipped through the book absent-mindedly: "Your uncle is now a fifth grade, and he has to rely on others."

He is also worried about his future.

The bureaucracy system is complicated, and there are even many contradictions and duplication of powers.

This is the result of generations of emperors working hard to reform...sometimes it is not the more reforms the better.

Although there is a lot of chaos in the officialdom, there is one thing that many officials recognize.

Only when you enter the third grade can you be regarded as a real high-ranking official.

As a veteran who has been in the officialdom for many years, Gao Shilian understands that the most difficult thing to step into that rank is not the promotion from the fourth rank to the third rank, but the promotion from the fifth rank to the fourth rank.

The reason is simple, there are too many monks and too little porridge.

In the officialdom of Daqian Capital, there are as many positions as five-rank officials.

Doctors from various ministries, Yuanwailang, counselors, ministers of Dali Temple, Shaoqing from other temples, bachelors from the Imperial Academy, etc., there is a big basket.

There are also many third-rank seats. Let’s take the official third-rank ministers of various ministries as an example. Not only do they have real jobs, but they also have unlimited virtual jobs.In addition, there are Sanqi Changshi, chief officials of Dali Temple, Taichang Temple, Taipu Temple, Guanglu Temple, Tongzheng Envoy, Yushi Zhongcheng and so on.

However, only the fourth-rank officials in the middle are pitifully few.

There is no place for a fourth-rank official in the huge six departments.

There are only five places in the five temples, four in Zhongshu Province, and two in Menxia Province...

Even with the addition of some miscellaneous official positions, there are no more than a dozen fourth-rank officials in the capital.

One can imagine how difficult it is to be promoted!

Of course, Beijing officials can also seek to be released, but Qing and noble Beijing officials are different from local officials.

According to the unspoken rules of the officialdom, it is not uncommon for Beijing officials to be transferred outside the country, and it is not uncommon for them to be promoted to three or four levels, and even two levels can only be regarded as flat transfers.

That is to say, if Gao Shilian, a fifth-rank doctor of the Ministry of punishment, is transferred outside, he must at least be a fourth-rank sheriff, otherwise he will be demoted!
But once he is transferred out, he will be far away from the official circles in the capital. I don't know if he will get a chance for promotion again in the year of the monkey, and then return to the capital.

And even so, external transfers are difficult.

There are only those counties that are directly governed by the imperial court. The position of the county guard is a carrot and a pit. How can you go there if you want?

Even if there is a vacancy, we must first supply those who give more money and get closer to the big bosses such as Mr. He... Ah no, it is a good official with more ability and qualifications!

Take your time!Wait until it's your turn!
Gao Shilian also knew how to get promoted faster, that is to seek refuge with several bigwigs in the court and become their pawns.

But there are quite a few pawns under their command, even if they take refuge in the past, they have to be ranked according to their seniority, and they must be prioritized!

It stands to reason that an official like him should be content.

It's not bad to just hang around like this, retire and become an official when you reach the age, and be a rich man.

However, some news from the palace in recent days made Gao Shilian's already dead heart alive again.

He flipped the pages of the book in his hand, propped his chin with one hand, and said thoughtfully:

"Auxiliary machine... tell me, if I take refuge in His Majesty, can I go further?"

(End of this chapter)