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The night in the forest is quiet, with only the crackling sound of burning firewood.
The whole army has gone to bed.
Zhang Jing'an's eyelashes moved and he opened his eyes.
"Awake? Let's talk outside." Fang Yun said, then stood up and walked out of the tent.
Zhang Jing'an frowned, stood up and walked out.
Fang Yun sat in front of a campfire, and Zhang Jingan sat opposite him.
On both sides of the blazing bonfire, the father and son looked at each other through the firewood and the flames.
"I heard what you said before you fainted." Fang Yun said.
Zhang Jing'an's face turned very ugly. He gritted his teeth and said, "So what? I have long suspected that you must have deliberately harmed me, deliberately led me to the military camp, deliberately made me suffer, deliberately forced me to leave, and then forced me to go to school!"
Fang Yun seemed not to hear him, and continued to talk to himself: "You chose to be a general, and you failed, while I have become a captain in just a dozen days. However, since you said you don't want to be a general or a soldier, I don't object. So, besides being a general, what else do you want to do? I must make arrangements for you before I go to the Pearl River Army camp."
Zhang Jing'an laughed and said, "I want you to give me a large sum of gold and wait for death!"
Fang Yun smiled slightly and looked at Zhang Jing'an with the gaze of a predatory beast.
"You know very well that the Zhang family doesn't keep useless people!"
Zhang Jing'an snorted coldly, speechless. It's not that the Zhang family has never had a playboy, but they were either beaten to death by the Zhujiang Marquis of that generation, or expelled from the Zhang family. The worst ones were taken to the battlefield to fight with the monsters and were killed.
"Since I can't be a general, I'll be a civil servant!" Zhang Jing'an said seriously.
"Rest tonight and return to the city tomorrow." Fang Yun said.
Zhang Jing'an sneered, "You won't make me suffer and then force me to give up like you did this time, right?"
"You underestimate me." Fang Yun stood up and walked a few steps before saying, "If you can't become a civil servant, I will choose a career for you in the future!"
Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun's back. Compared with a few days ago, his eyes were less naive and more strong.
The next day, Fang Yun brought Zhang Jing'an back to Jingzhou City. After staying at the Zhujiang Marquis Mansion for a while, they went directly to the Jingzhou government office.
The gate of the government office was very quiet in the early morning, and the guards at the gate were standing lazily.
Fang Yun got off the carriage and said to the guard bluntly: "Go in and report that Zhujiang Marquis Zhang Longxiang wants to see Governor Qiao. If Governor Qiao doesn't see him, I will smash the gate of the Jingzhou government office!"
"Please wait a moment, sir." The guard left helplessly.
Soon, the guard came out and said, "The prefect asks you to wait in the side room. He has some important matters to attend to and will see you in a quarter of an hour."
Fang Yun smiled, knowing that Governor Qiao was deliberately leaving him out, but they would eventually meet, which was a kind of compromise. Even if word got out that he had met with the rebel, he would have an excuse.
"Let's go." Fang Yun glanced at Zhang Jing'an, entered the side room of the government office, drank tea, and closed his eyes to rest.
Zhang Jing'an couldn't sit still and looked around.
After exactly two quarters of an hour, a voice was heard outside the door.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'm busy with government affairs and can't get away. Please don't blame me, Marquis Zhujiang." A square-faced Hanlin walked in with a smile.
Fang Yun didn't even stand up, but sat lazily on the chair and said, "Brother Qiao, you and I were literary friends back then. Now that I'm out of prison, you don't even come into my mansion. It seems like you've forgotten the friendship we had back then."
Prefect Qiao remained calm and smiled, "Long Xiang, you are a wise man, and so am I. There are some things I don't need to say, as they are known to everyone. It's not that I don't want to enter the gate of the Pearl River Marquis' Mansion, it's that I can't."
Fang Yun said: "I won't waste my time talking to you. I came here to ask you for a small favor. My useless son wants to be a high-ranking official. Please arrange a position for him."
Prefect Qiao did not answer immediately, as if he was listening attentively to something. He then looked at Zhang Jing'an, nodded and smiled, "Your son has a full forehead and bright eyes, so he must be smart. Unfortunately, only students with high grades can hold the position of an official. If I remember correctly, your son is still an ordinary person?"
A trace of shame and anger flashed across Zhang Jing'an's face and he looked at Fang Yun unhappily.
"There's no other way. You know I've been imprisoned for ten years and will be sent to the Pearl River Military Base soon. Before I leave, I want to pave a way for my son according to his ambitions. He doesn't want to take part in the imperial examinations, but wants to be an official, so I come to you for help." Fang Yun said.
Prefect Qiao smiled slightly and said, "You can be an official even without a literary title, and you can even reach a high position, which is enough to make all officials fear you."
"Is it true?" Zhang Jing'an asked curiously.
Governor Qiao nodded slightly and said, "Yes."
"Can I do it?" Zhang Jing'an asked.
"Yes!" replied Governor Qiao.
"Okay, then I'll be the official you said!" Zhang Jing'an became happy, thinking that the hard days were finally over.
"Okay, then please set a date, my young master. I will contact the palace and have you castrated!" After saying this, Magistrate Qiao looked at Zhang Jing'an's crotch with a smile.
Zhang Jing'an only felt a cold wind blowing through his lower body and instinctively reached out to cover it.
"I don't want to be a eunuch!" Zhang Jing'an said angrily.
Prefect Qiao said helplessly: "Then there is nothing we can do. Of course, if you can't be an official, you can be a clerk, or a village head or a higher-ranking pavilion head. In the eyes of the people, these are all minor officials."
Zhang Jing'an thought to himself that clerks were people who worked in government offices. They were called officials, but in fact their lives were very hard, and everyone knew it. A village head could manage a hundred households, and a pavilion head could manage ten miles, that is, a thousand households, so his power was not small.
Zhang Jing'an secretly glanced at Fang Yun and found that he was actually smiling. He snorted coldly and said, "I'll be the head of the pavilion! I don't believe I can't do it well."
Prefect Qiao smiled at Fang Yun and said, "My Lord, please write a letter of recommendation. Without your recommendation, I would not dare to let your son serve as the head of the pavilion."
"Are you sure you want to be a village head? Jingzhou Prefecture is wealthy and has a large population. On average, each household has no less than ten people, which means you have to manage at least ten thousand people." Fang Yun said.
Zhang Jing'an said, "I know you want me to fail, so that you can prove that I can't do anything without studying, but I want to be the head of the pavilion, and I want you to lose more than you gain!"
"Okay. Then I will also be the head of the pavilion, and my jurisdiction will be adjacent to yours. Magistrate Qiao, please appoint both of us." Fang Yun said with a smile.
A hint of helplessness flashed across Magistrate Qiao's eyes. He then held the official seal and sent a letter to the King of Chu, while chatting with Fang Yun and his son to delay time.
Soon, Magistrate Qiao smiled and helped the two of them to complete the appointment documents.
Near noon, the father and son walked out of the county government office, each holding a document in their hands.
Fang Yun looked at the document in his hand. Now he was the head of "Jiangjin Street". He was in charge of nearly two thousand households on the main street of Jiangjin Street and the nearby streets.
Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jing'an, who was in charge of "Wude Street", which runs parallel to Jiangjin Street.
Both streets are prosperous streets in Jingzhou City, with both shops and residences, and are extremely complex and mixed with all kinds of people.
Each street has a permanent population of more than 20,000 and a floating population of at least 10,000.
"From today on, I am the Zhang Tingzhang!" Zhang Jing'an was very proud. He seemed to have completely forgotten the painful experience in the military camp.
515 is coming soon. I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list. On May 15, the red envelope rain can give back to readers and promote the work. It's also love, I will definitely update it well! (To be continued.)
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