Shi Manqiang and Ji Xiang had already breathed a sigh of relief. Chen Sheng shook the short stick in his hand excitedly and shouted loudly: "Let's compete!"

Zhao Jin turned around with a smile and cried, "There are more than a dozen people in total, so why compare them? Let's divide the food and chat while eating."

Most of the people who came here had lunch, but the boy of this age had a bottomless belly, and eating some sweets and other food was nothing more than extra meals.

Everyone sat around and gathered a lot of snacks. It didn't matter to Zhao Jin and the others, but Shi Manqiang and the others were all excited. After solving the problem, it was a good thing to have such a rich thing to eat.

Before eating, Zhao Jin first said, "Shitou, take out ten yuan and wrap it up. Your brother and sister haven't eaten what you won for several days!"

Shi Manqiang was stunned, and Zhao Jin smiled and said, "Pack it first, otherwise everyone will clean it up!"

Everyone burst into laughter, Shi Man nodded heavily to Zhao Jin and said, "Thank you, Brother Zhao!"

Then he packed ten snacks with his bag and leather. Zhao Jin knew that Shi Manqiang had younger brothers and sisters, and also knew that people close to Shi Manqiang called him Shi Tou. He did this to make friends. Judging from the other party’s reaction, he knew that he had done the right thing.

A dozen teenagers sat in a pile, with rich snacks inside. Everyone was happily eating and drinking. Because there was no water, people were choked from time to time and laughing. Even children like Mu Shulan and Chen Hong were eating and smiling.

"It's okay now. Everyone talks to their close friends and let them return to the yard to compete!" Zhao Jin suggested while eating, and everyone agreed.

One passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds, and the popularity of the cargo yard will definitely be gathered soon. At this time, the middle-aged man who came with Wang Zhaojing and the old housekeeper of Chen Sheng's family have already returned. Thinking about the two people brought by the little girl, Zhao Jin knew that even if he didn't look for his father today, he would still be able to solve the problem easily at noon.

Today, Zhao Jin was holding osmanthus cake and bean paste cake, Chen Sheng was holding meat buns, Sun Dalei was holding sesame cakes, and Wang Zhaojing was carrying silver silk rolls with meat.

After eating a few foods, everyone agreed that Wang Zhaojing brought the best food. Wang Zhaojing couldn't help but brag about "the chef's skills are good", which surprised everyone again. It was actually made by his own chef.

The wealthy families rarely go out to eat, and they all specialize in keeping a chef, but only the young men who come to play in the goods yard can reach this level. The other few are wealthy, but in the final analysis, they are still small families.

In this yard, we are familiar with each other. However, after the battle yesterday and today's perfect resolution, our relationship suddenly became closer, and we only have a bit of a friend now.

So although Wang Zhaojing has been here for a short time, he has participated in these things, and now no one regards him as an outsider.

Today, there is no martial arts competition. Everyone has a full stomach and chats and jokes. Everyone lives in Xuzhou. After so many days of playing, they have a general understanding of each other's situation. In addition, parents and elders will also talk about it. Many people are very familiar with Wang Zhaojing, who is relatively unfamiliar, became the focus. Moreover, this rich young man came back from the capital, and everyone is very curious, so there are many problems.

"Wang Zhaojing, why didn't your father become an official?"

The man who just asked this question was poked by the people around him and whispered: "Don't talk nonsense, ask nonsense even for such things."

The teenagers are not naive, and they understand many things that they have learned from them. They know what to say and what not to say. Of course, some people don’t know this.

The person who was reminded said dissatisfiedly: "It's great to be an official, and anyone who can be a good person is willing to be a person..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Jin turned around and glared. The man immediately bowed his head and dared not say anything. Zhao Jin's prestige had already been established.

Unexpectedly, this sentence touched Wang Zhaojing's sensitive area. Wang Zhaojing cleared his throat and spoke solemnly: "The reason why my father retired and returned home was not because he was doing something wrong, but because he was considering his friendship. When he left the capital, his colleagues and superiors held a banquet to see him off, which was a good story."

This set of words was very literary, and everyone else was confused. Zhao Jin's ancient Chinese education played a role in that year. He probably understood it a little. He found it interesting. He always had to go up and not go down in the officialdom. Gu Quan's friendship would not be an official. There must be hidden information. Seeing everyone still talking, I couldn't help but smile and said, "It's not convenient to ask these things, please stop talking."

When he talked about this, Wang Zhaojing became even more anxious. In his opinion, Zhao Jin's considerateness became his father's resignation, or because of some ugly behavior. He immediately stood up and explained: "My father served as the censor in the Censorate after high school. His superiors and colleagues were very careful. This year, his father had two places to go to the two capitals to supervise the salt and patrol the salt everywhere. No matter how clear or turbid, it was a good place to go. But his father was unwilling to be in a relationship with the same year, so Gu Quanyi took the initiative to retire and return home."

Now even Zhao Jin didn't understand a lot. He basically gave in to the fight for official positions and returned home voluntarily. The other teenagers were even more shocked and thought it was very mysterious, but they didn't understand the specific ones.

However, Zhao Jin knew that there should be other articles here. Wang Zhaojing could declare to the public with such righteousness that it might not be the kind of person who offends his boss or intrigues, but it is definitely not about his full love and friendship. This is just a reason for everyone to save face.

The next question revolved around Wang Zhaojing, and Zhao Jin didn't want everyone to ask too much to embarrass the other party, so he deliberately asked some rankings, such as the Censorate, the Supervisor and the Salt Survey, but what?

But after asking, Zhao Jin became even more confused. According to Wang Zhaojing's explanation, the censor of the Censorate was the seventh rank, but those two places, the so-called upward must be a higher-level place. The censor of the Admiral of the Schools of the North and South Beijing was also the seventh rank, and the censor of the inspector of Changlu or Lianghuai Salt Field was also the seventh rank, and they were all seventh rank officials. So what was going upward and downward?

The topic has changed, and no one is interested in official positions. Instead, he pestered Wang Zhaojing to ask about the fun and delicious food in the capital, so Zhao Jin did not continue to ask.

Zhao Jin, who was not familiar with the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty, certainly did not know the difference. The importance of the officials in the Ming Dynasty and their ranks were just superficial. There were too many ways to divide them. First of all, the officials in Beijing were far higher than those in the local area, and the clear stream was far higher than those in the turbid officials. There were big differences in status promotion between the two.

It would be a grievance for the seventh-rank Qingliu to become the fourth-rank prefect after leaving Beijing, and the censor of the Censorate is even more a standard Beijing official Qingliu.

There are still differences between the censor and the censor. Although the grades are the same, there are also differences between the upper and lower levels. They are both seventh grades, but they are the distinction between heaven and earth.

The so-called most supreme position, that is, the most noble position, is the supervisor of the censor, one in the capital and one in Nanjing. There are too many scholars from both the north and south Zhili areas and cannot all participate in the provincial examination. Therefore, before the provincial examination, the supervisor of the department will inspect the various prefectures and conduct examinations on scholars from the north and south Zhili areas. Only those who pass can pass the provincial examination.

According to the custom of the Ming Dynasty, candidates were disciples of examiners and grandmasters of candidates. After establishing such a relationship, they built connections in the future and became a supervisor and censor. The next one was to release them from Beijing as governors. After they came back, they would be at the level of the six ministers. They could be said to be the central alternative, so they were considered the most noble. Once they sat in this position, they would be guaranteed to go straight to Qingyun.

Under the supervision, there is an inspector. This inspector and the governor competes with the governor. It is natural to say that the next one is the censor. This is the clear stream, and the next one is the turbid official.

The salt inspector’s censor Wang Zhaojing mentioned is the pinnacle of the turbid official. The so-called turbid official is an official position with no hope of progress but good fortune.

There were four people in the salt inspector, including Lianghuai, Changlu, Liangzhe and Hedong. The so-called "one term for salt inspector, one generation of wealth, ten generations". The focus of the tax on the Ming Dynasty was on the sale of salt, and private salt was a business of gold and silver. The most important thing was to inspect the situation and ills of the salt inspector, so the salt merchants and salt fields also managed many of them.

The worst Hedong Salt Censor, who won almost 100,000 taels of silver in one year, would be worth hundreds of thousands of taels of silver in Lianghuai and Changlu.

The censor of the Censorate, who want to make progress, will naturally be willing to be a supervisor, and those who want to make money are willing to go to inspect the salt when they are old.

If Zhao Jin was familiar with this set, he would definitely be even more confused about Wang Zhaojing's remarks. What kind of background does a censor have to choose between these two positions.
Chapter completed!