I just passed the imperial examination, what the heck is this "Celestial Official System"?

"Zheng Yue?"

"Master Zheng!"

Song Li then discovered that the author of "Juyuan's Notes" was none other than Zheng, the current head of the farmhouse.

It's just the date on the signature.

It was fifty years ago.

At that time, it's likely that Master Zheng had only recently passed the imperial examination.

"Looking north to the city..."

Song Li had heard of this city; it was the northernmost point of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the site of countless battles with the Northern Demon Kingdom.

This is how Master Zheng wrote it.

It was obvious that he was going to join the army, and he was even prepared not to come back.

"No wonder Manager Zheng is such a good fighter."

Song Li recalled what he had heard before: when Zheng, the head of the farm, first came to Shannan County, he almost beat a deputy head of the military affairs office to death. Therefore, the relationship between the farm and the military affairs office has always been so-so.

"So it turns out they used to fight in the Zhenbei Army."

Compared to those ruthless individuals who emerged from piles of corpses, the martial arts practitioners of Shannan County Government seemed rather inadequate.

Martial arts cultivation is about combat spells, but military cultivation is different; it's all about killing spells, and it's all about true powerhouses who have been through countless battles.

This also explains it.

Why does a book written by a farmer, "Juyuan Handbook," contain so much discussion about combat?

An unexpected delight.

If the author were an unknown person, Song Li wouldn't dare to fully believe the contents of the book, since not all authors are good people. But if it was Zheng, the person in charge, he could rest assured.

Moreover, after joining the army in Wangbei City, Zheng's vision must be far beyond that of ordinary Juyuan Realm cultivators.

Song Li read through "Ju Yuan's Notes" again, until late at night.

Then he fell into a deep sleep.

......

......

It's January again.

News of Song Li's breakthrough spread among the farmers and officials.

Song Li, who was already somewhat famous for defeating Liu Ding, suddenly attracted a lot of attention.

at this time.

Upstairs at Zuixiang Tower, wine cups clinked and toasts were exchanged.

"Brother Song, you've only been at the farm for three months and you've already achieved a high rank. You're truly... remarkable."

Zhou Fu, who was familiar with Song Li, spoke with a flushed face and a hint of drunkenness.

I originally meant to say that he was young and promising.

But when she thought about how Song Li had only passed the imperial examination at the age of thirty-five, she worried that if she said that, it might be misunderstood as mockery, so she forced herself to swallow her youthful remark.

The other agricultural officials also showered Song Li with compliments.

It's not uncommon to find such items in farmhouses.

In fact.

Anyone who can stay in the farmhouse for a full year is a cultivator at the Gathering Yuan Realm; everyone present except Zhao Hui is no exception.

Condensing spiritual energy is just the beginning; climbing to the ninth level of genius is the real challenge.

Let's just say that.

In this large farmhouse, there was only one eighth-rank cultivator, Manager Zheng.

This clearly demonstrates the difficulty involved.

The Gathering Yuan Realm is a level that has kept countless people lingering for their entire lives.

Therefore, there is another rule in rural houses: those who are good at fighting will not have low status.

Song Li was able to defeat Liu Ding, a martial artist who had just entered the rank, even before he had entered the rank. Now, he has broken through in just three months. In addition, with his aptitude of a mid-grade spiritual root, he is already worth befriending.

"Brother Song, if you become rich and powerful, don't forget me!"

Another person stepped forward to offer their congratulations.

Song Li responded to each question seriously.

Back when we first moved into the farmhouse, we didn't receive this kind of treatment.

If it weren't for Zhao Hui's help, he might have already died.

He understands that he has earned his success today through his own hard work.

If a person is not strong, he will not have good friends.

If you are strong enough, all you will hear are kind words.

Even a scion of a prominent family in Shannan County came to offer his congratulations; this man was named Huo Zhun.

A prominent family in a county must have produced at least a few county magistrates to qualify, and many of its members are officials, with a considerable number holding high positions.

It can be said that county officials come and go, but the established families remain constant.

Although Huo Zhun was not as prominent as the eldest son in the clan, he still stood out among the farmers and officials.

Huo Zhun: "Brother Song, now that you've entered the ranks, remember to register with the Ministry of Rites. Our Great Zhou values ​​the Dao. As long as you break through a major realm, you can receive a cultivation technique or spell. If you don't want any of them, you can exchange them for half a minor cultivation technique."

"Xiao Gong?"

"Such a good thing!"

This was the first time Song Li had ever heard of a breakthrough being rewarded.

If Huo Zhun hadn't brought it up, it would have truly been ignored.

Huo Zhun smiled and said, "This is what my elders said. Since I already have ninth-grade cultivation techniques and spells, it's useless to try to do too much at once."

Upon hearing this...

The other agricultural officials all felt a pang of jealousy.

Born into an ordinary family, he couldn't afford any cultivation techniques. He hoped to exchange them for a superior technique after reaching a certain rank, but Huo Zhun actually looked down on it and chose to use half a minor technique instead.

It's true what they say, comparisons are odious.

"Thank you for your guidance, Brother Huo."

Song Li sincerely expressed his gratitude.

This is the benefit of making more friends.

He knew that after entering the ranks, he could exchange his cultivation techniques for those in the gift room, because he already possessed the Everlasting Spring Technique and the Flying Leaf Technique.

The Flying Leaf Technique is a ninth-grade spell.

The rank of Changchun Gong will only get better.

Therefore, after weighing the options, he chose to postpone the announcement of the acquisition by one month.

did not expect.

Entering the ranks can even be exchanged for half a minor merit.

Besides getting promoted, another way to gain good fortune is by making meritorious contributions.

If he could earn merit, he would be much faster in receiving the next blessing from the celestial official.

As the saying goes, once the money is in your pocket, you're safe.

If there is no danger, Song Li would naturally prefer to accumulate enough luck as soon as possible.

Huo Zhun: "It's not difficult to exchange for merit. I have an uncle who happens to be the deputy head of the rites department. If Brother Song wants to exchange, I can help you by showing you the way."

Thank you for your trouble.

Song Li did not hesitate and immediately accepted Huo Zhun's favor.

To handle official business at the government office.

Having someone to guide you and not having someone to guide you are two completely different experiences.

If this is true for ordinary people, then these petty officials with no background are in much the same boat.

With Huo Zhun leading the way, some unforeseen troubles can be avoided.

"We're all brothers, Brother Song, there's no need to be so polite."

Huo Zhun waved his hand casually.

Although he was a member of the Huo family in Shannan County, he was born out of wedlock and considered himself to be of mediocre talent. The powerful and wealthy looked down on him, so he took a different approach and made friends with poor but talented people like Song Li.

Although Song Li couldn't even be considered from a poor family.

"However, it will take some time. My uncle is not in the ceremonial office these days, so it will probably take half a month."

"Half a month? That's a long time?"

Before Song Li could speak, Zhao Hui asked in surprise.

It's no wonder he acted that way.

It is indeed rare for a deputy head of a department to be absent from the yamen for half a month.

Huo Zhun smiled, feeling everyone's gaze on him, and a sense of smugness rose in his heart: "Our farmhouse is not in the city, so we learned about some things later. Regarding the Rong Anbo case, the imperial court has already issued an edict to execute three generations of his family."

"Earl Rong An sent many of his descendants to the Zidan Sect for cultivation. The Zidan Sect is not far from our Shannan County. When the Wu and Xing branches heard the news, they all planned to go and gain merit."

"My uncle was the same."

Upon hearing this...

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Being an official is not easy.

In their eyes, Rong Anbo was already a remarkable figure, but in the face of an even more powerful figure, he could be destroyed in an instant with just a single word.

Really.

Walking on thin ice.