Zhang Heng called him a good guy.

But, it doesn’t work now!

If Fan Zhongyanxin's request was followed, these dozen people would not be able to accomplish anything even if they put all their lives into it.

The original Liu Neiquan said happily: "It's great that you can come. I can't do this job anymore. I have already applied for transfer. Come on, hand over to me, I will leave immediately."

Zhang Heng: "..."

Zhang Heng quickly grabbed the original Liu Neiquan and said, "Liu Neiquan has two chief officers. You don't have to leave even if I'm here!"

The man smiled bitterly and said: "Whoever wants to do this job can do it. Fan Shenzhen is too strict. He stares at this place every day, and scolds him for the slightest mistake. But you see, we are the only ones here who are old, weak, sick and disabled."

How many people can help, I really can't do this job, you can do it well alone, this position is also a fat one... Well, I can't say anything else, goodbye!"

Zhang Heng: "..."

Zhang Heng grabbed him again.

His rich face suddenly wrinkled into a bitter look: "My mother, please don't embarrass me like this, I really can't do it anymore..."

Zhang Heng said: "Last question, since there is not enough manpower, why not apply for more manpower?"

The original Liu Neiquan smiled: "You are talking about this, then let me ask you, what is the purpose of Fan Shenzheng?"

"Of course it's to deal with redundant officials..."

Zhang Heng shut up.

The original Liu Neiquan left happily.

Zhang Heng almost slapped himself in the mouth.

What a stupid question to ask.

In order to solve the problem of redundant officials, Fan Zhongyan now wants to apply for more manpower... If there is too much noodles, add water, if there is too much water, add noodles?

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng immediately made a decision - there is really no way to do this job, so leave quickly!

Zhang Heng went out and turned left - that's the Judge's Court.

Zhang Heng is an official in Beijing and is in charge there.

Zhang Heng went in and quickly asked to be transferred to another post. When the chief clerk of the Procuratorate heard that it was Zhang Heng who had just taken up the post, Liu Neiquan immediately kicked him out: "You were appointed by Fan Shenzheng. You want to resign?

Find Fan Shenzheng!"

Zhang Heng also got angry and said: "Then I won't take office anymore, I will serve as a judge in Kaifeng Mansion!"

The Chief Registrar of the Judicial Court smiled: "It's too late. Your position as judge has been dismissed. If you don't want to be an insider, just resign."

Zhang Heng's nose suddenly turned crooked with anger. He suddenly remembered that I was still a judge of the Transportation Department. He hurried to the Transportation Department and was kicked out because a new judge had also taken office.

Yes, there is such a shortage of missions, especially for such a good job as the Judge of the Transport Department. How many people are watching. It seems that Zhang Heng's mission has just been relieved, and within a quarter of an hour, he was replaced by others!

what to do?

Zhang Heng was a little stupid.

If you are in trouble, go to the teacher.

Zhang Heng found Wu Yu.

Then he was kicked out again.

Wu Yu said this: "You think being an official is such a child's play. How can you stop doing it if you don't like it? If you don't do it, then go home and rest!"

Zhang Heng stood on the street and almost burst into tears... Hey, it's not that bad.

But he stood blankly on the street, somewhat dumbfounded.

To untie the bell, you still need someone to tie it, so go find Fan Zhongyan!

But Fan Zhongyan was busy, so he waited until the moon rose in the evening before Fan Zhongyan saw him with a tired look on his face.

The first sentence is: "Today's grinding and surveying are completed? Show it to me."

Zhang Heng quickly said honestly: "I can't do this job."

Fan Zhongyan suddenly frowned: "I can't do it, why can't I do it?"

Zhang Heng replied: "There are too few people and too much work to do."

Fan Zhongyan suddenly became furious and said: "It's not that you can't do it, but you don't want to offend others. If you can do it, get out of here if you can't do it! There just happens to be an extra job, let the capable people do it! Don't be an official anymore, go home and rest.

Let’s go!”

Oops, I’m still this dog-tempered.

Zhang Heng was not used to this bitch's bad temper, so he went out very hard, and said harsh words: "If you let me do it, I will break the truth for you!"

Fan Zhongyan chuckled: "I'm waiting."

Zhang Heng walked out of the door and cursed in a low voice: "You are not the son of a man!"

Then Fan Zhongyan's curse came from inside: "You are not a son of man!"

Zhang Heng snorted and smiled disdainfully.

Go home, have a big meal, take a nap, and prepare... to go to work tomorrow.

It’s normal to be scolded by the boss as a worker. You’ve come here and you can’t quit. It’s not easy to become an official. You have to do it no matter how hard it is. Officials in the Song Dynasty were hard to do.

It’s also limited. Is it hard or not? Think about the 25,000 Long March. Are you tired? Think about the revolutionary veterans. No matter how hard and tired you are, are you still tired?

laugh!

Not a son of man!

Early the next morning, Zhang Heng arrived at Liuneiquan in advance. When everyone arrived, he immediately summoned people to lecture.

He put his hands on his hips, preparing for a workplace PUA, but when he looked at everyone, he stopped.

"Uncle, how old are you?" Zhang Heng asked a shaky old official cautiously.

The old official looked senile and looked like he could be knocked down by even the strongest wind. The old official grinned, and Zhang Heng clearly saw that there were only a few teeth left in the innermost part of the old official.

"I'm eighty-six, I'm nearly 70 years old. I'm contented to live to this age. Shangguan, I want to ask you something. If nothing else, although I'm old, my memory is still very good. Even though I'm

I also know a thing or two about what happened during the Taiping and Xingguo years."

Peace and rejuvenation?

Zhang Heng was a little confused for a moment, then he counted with his fingers and found that it was about seventy years ago.

Zhang Heng: "..."

Zhang Heng looked at a small official who looked like a little baby. The official said quickly: "The young one is sixteen years old this year."

The old official laughed and said, "This is my grandson. When I entered Liuneiquan... Oh, it was also called the Dispatch Hospital back then. It was first established in the sixth year of the Taiping Xingguo Period. I was about fifteen or sixteen years old when I came in, haha."

Good guy, he has become the villain of the generation.

No wonder Liu Neiquan said before that these officials are all old, weak, sick and disabled. This old and weak man is right in front of him. Is he sick or disabled...

There was a middle-aged clerk who was as sick as a tuberculosis ghost. He was so thin that he only had a handful of bones left. He coughed a few times from time to time. Zhang Heng subconsciously moved further away to avoid being infected with tuberculosis. In this era, there is no cure.

The other one should be called the uneven ground. He has two legs, one short and one long, standing there leaning forward.

There are a few people who look normal, but they have a slick look on their faces, and they look like cunning little officials at first glance. These people are the most powerful at playing cards, so if you want them to work... ha.

Zhang Heng waved his hand helplessly: "It's time to leave, let's go to work!"

Zhang Heng returned to Liu Neiquan's signing hall, sighing continuously.

If the Song Dynasty had not been destroyed, it would have been really hard to deal with these people. A place that was in charge of the promotion of imperial officials was actually run by a bunch of petty officials who were either old, weak, sick, disabled, or slippery and greedy. If the dynasty had not been destroyed, it would have been really difficult

There is no justice anymore!

“It’s unreasonable!”

Zhang Heng lamented, not lamenting the fate of the Song Dynasty, but lamenting his own fate!

What should I do?

Hahaha, this chapter was really fun to write, hahahaha!
Chapter completed!