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

boom!

boom!

boom!

The loud firecrackers startled Song Li from his meditation, and he looked at the lingering white smoke in the dark sky in the distance.

"The year is almost over."

Song thought.

Just like in my previous life, the Spring Festival in this world is also the most important day of the year. In fact, this is closely related to the Great Zhou's emphasis on agriculture and sericulture. After the autumn harvest, the period from the end of the year to the end of the year is a leisurely time, and over time, the saying "celebrating the New Year" came about.

Before he knew it, he had been in this world for three months, and the new year was just around the corner.

Compared to when I first transmigrated, life is undoubtedly much better now.

At least they wouldn't be worn out by the heavy farm work, and their colleagues in the farmhouse had become much kinder.

All of this is thanks to improved skills and personal hard work.

"By the time the grain is harvested next year, I should be able to master the Flying Leaf Technique to a minor level. Then I can go to Steward Zheng and become a farm guard."

The Flying Leaf Technique was of a higher grade than he had expected.

Don't be fooled by the word "small" in "small achievement"; in other words, it means to enter a high-level or prestigious institution, which is actually not easy.

To achieve a basic level of mastery within a year is nothing short of genius.

As for Nongwei, they are the agricultural cultivators who guard the sacred fields.

Due to their different duties, they were among the few official positions in the rural area that did not require them to personally farm the land.

Furthermore, with the Great Zhou Dynasty still at peace, who would dare to harm the spirit fields?

There is plenty of time to cultivate oneself.

Therefore, many agricultural repairmen want to become agricultural sanitation workers, firstly because it's less stressful, and secondly because it's prestigious.

Song Li certainly had the same idea.

Farming?

Ultimately, they will not be able to become rich.

of course.

He also had to hurry. Zheng, the current head of the household, was already over eighty years old and had long since lost any chance of advancement. He might retire and return to his hometown at any time, and the farmhouse would be taken over by a new head. The previous promises would definitely be broken.

Fortunately, there is Changchun Gong (a traditional Chinese medicine).

Mastering the Flying Leaf Technique is not difficult; achieving mastery within a year should not be a problem.

"Um?"

Hearing the commotion outside, Song Li's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

Since practicing the Everlasting Spring Technique, his five senses have become increasingly acute, surpassing even many old farmers and officials at the fifth level of Qi Gathering.

"Chen Gong is back."

"He even brought a woman with him."

Although Chen Gong had concealed it well, the faint fragrance still revealed that the person following behind him was a woman.

"Could it be that he's keeping a mistress?"

Song thought.

There is never a rule against bringing maids or servants into these farmhouses.

They've all become officials.

You can't do everything yourself.

Just like Song Li, he would waste at least an hour a day on food and clothing, which seriously interfered with his cultivation. Therefore, it was common for him to have servants and maids, and many of them even lived in farmhouses with their families.

Song Li certainly couldn't afford to hire a servant.

Chen Gong came from a good family, so even though he was implicated in the Rong Anbo incident, it was reasonable for him to buy some maids.

Song Li certainly had no intention of going out to say hello.

Although people from the same year who passed the imperial examination in the same year generally had a good relationship, it still depended on their family background and social standing.

He and Chen Gong were not really familiar with each other.

Look back.

Song Li practiced the Flying Leaf Technique again.

Then he crawled into bed and went to sleep.

......

......

The next morning.

Song Li went out to the cafeteria for breakfast as usual.

Anyone who has cooked knows how time-consuming it is to start cooking from lighting a fire. Wealthy farm officials have their meals prepared by servants in their mansions. Fortunately, farmhouses have canteens, so newcomers like Song Li usually eat at the canteen.

He saw Zhao Hui walking towards him in a hurry.

"Brother Zhao, are you going out?"

Song Li greeted him.

Zhao Hui was walking with his head down, so he didn't look up until he heard Song Li's voice: "Brother Song... Brother Song."

Seeing Zhao Hui's guilty expression.

Song Li couldn't help but ask, "Brother Zhao, is something the matter?"

Zhao Hui quickly shook his head: "What could I possibly have to do, Brother Song? I have to go to the city now, we can talk another day."

Done.

Zhao Hui then left in a hurry.

Judging by the direction, it's heading out of the farmhouse.

"Are you in love?"

Like him, Zhao Hui was not a local, and it would take him at least several days to make the round trip.

So Zhao Hui also stayed in the farmhouse.

However, I haven't seen him often lately, and when I ask, he says he's gone to the city.

As someone with experience, Song Li could tell at a glance that the situation was most likely caused by the woman.

Zhao Hui is not old, only twenty-seven or twenty-eight.

In a previous life, this age might not even be considered an age where people would be pressured to get married.

In Shannan County, a fourteen-year-old boy can become a father.

However, those who aspire to fame and fortune often devote themselves to arduous cultivation, and if they can enter the path of cultivation, their lifespan will also increase. Therefore, those who pass the Taoist examinations often marry late.

Song Li smiled and shook his head.

I walked straight toward the cafeteria.

The road leading to the canteen passed right by Chen Gong's house.

Song Li glanced at Chen Gong's courtyard as if possessed.

stunned.

Through Chen Gong's slightly open window, one could just see a section of fair and tender arm.

There's a saying from an ancient time: you can tell whether a person is rich or poor just by looking at their back, and you can also tell a lot by looking at just a section of their arm.

Look back.

Song Li continued to bury himself in his journey.

He had absolutely no interest in what other people wanted to do.

......

......

at the same time.

in the room.

The woman from the Rong'an Marquis's mansion, who was leaning lazily against the window with one hand supporting her chin, suddenly froze.

"How is that possible?"

A man walked past the window.

Originally, she had an ordinary appearance and nothing special about her. As a woman from the Rong'an Marquis's mansion, she had seen all kinds of stunning men.

But the man who had just walked by stirred her heart.

"Born with divine destiny??"

In her eyes, Song Lizhi's aura and fortune far surpassed those of ordinary cultivators.

Generally speaking.

Every citizen of the Great Zhou Dynasty carries a portion of destiny, it's just a matter of how much. The higher the official position and the higher the realm, the more destiny one receives.

People of the same rank and level will not have much difference in their fortune.

There is one exception.

That is the person destined by Heaven.

Those born with luck that surpasses others generally have a bright future.

Those who are popularly known for their successful official careers are often considered to be blessed with good fortune.

"I warned you not to open the window!"

The woman was deep in thought.

A stern rebuke came from behind, accompanied by the sound of a window being slammed shut.

boom!

The woman's thoughts were interrupted. She turned to look at her cousin Chen Gong, whose face was full of anger, but she was not annoyed. She just smiled and said, "No one in Shannan County has seen me before. Even if they saw my face, they would not associate it with the Rong'an Marquis's Mansion. Why are you so nervous, cousin?"

"I will leave in a month at most."

Chen Gong's expression softened upon hearing the one-month deadline.

But he still kept a straight face: "There are experts in this farmhouse. The person in charge, Zheng Yue, is an eighth-rank official and has been to Huanglong Prefecture before. If he finds out, no one can save you."

"It's your own fault, but don't drag me into it."

The woman smiled slightly:

"Don't worry, cousin, I know what I'm doing."

Done.

She turned her head and glanced out the window again.