A petition for meritocracy is plastered all over the streets and alleys of Yunyang.
Countless people from the streets and alleys came to watch, including a young man named Griffa.
Griffa is 22 years old this year, and he lives in a poor area in the northeast of Xiyuan City. He is unmarried. As an apprentice at the Qinglong Inn, I have to work overtime every day until 11 o'clock in the evening before I can go home. He doesn't smoke, and drinks only lightly. I go to bed at one o'clock in the middle of the night, and I have to get up before dawn in the morning. I can't even guarantee six hours of sleep every day. I don’t drink anything before going to bed, and I often feel hungry. When I go to bed, I will recall the calculations I made today, and I will fall asleep with fatigue and stress. Doctors said he was not very healthy.
But it is such a young man who has an irregular schedule and is busy in the inn every day, but his mind is very active.
His family background is not very good, but he was very talented in mathematics since he was a child, and he can calculate the big and small bills of the Qinglong Inn clearly with an abacus. However, because of his background, he may not be able to be the shopkeeper in this life, and he will always be just a person who settles accounts.
Griffa didn't really feel anything when he saw the order for merit. He felt that these things were very far away from him, so he was silent and sometimes shook his head when he followed other people. The shopkeeper of the Qinglong Inn found him in the crowd, took off the sweat towel on his head and smacked it precisely on his head, cursing:
"What are you looking at? You're still out shopping, hurry back and settle your score!"
Griffa covered his head and squeezed out of the crowd obediently.
The shopkeeper of the inn raised his hand and said slowly:
"Really, everyone dreams of getting rich. In this world, it's good to have something to eat."
Griffa crossed the long street, returned to the Qinglong Inn, and continued to settle his accounts. That account book has been used for many years, and there are many messy accounts on it. Griffa has already figured it out clearly. But he still pretends that he is working hard every day, because he is an ordinary apprentice, and the things to do are very complicated, and accounting is the easiest job for him. If the shopkeeper knew that he had already sorted out the previous accounts, Griffa would probably be transferred to do more drudgery.
Griffa is not lazy, but he does not want to do wasted work.
While pretending to do arithmetic, Griffa began to think about other things. Only at this time can he get some free time, while writing and drawing on the draft paper with a pen, while thinking about the business model of Qinglong Inn. Because of the task of accounting, the flow of funds in the store cannot escape his eyes. He can clearly see the store's revenue and losses, but these have nothing to do with him.
"Hey, idiot, are you also doing accounts today?"
A crisp girlish voice came, and Griffa raised his head, only to see a head protruding slowly from the other side of the counter.
The girl in front of me looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, and her name was Wandouzi. Came from the same village as Griffa. At this point in time, most of the girls’ families were already married, but Wandouzi was mediocre and short in stature. Her mother betrothed her to a butcher whom Wandouzi had never seen before. Unfortunately, she died in the In the chaos of war.
After the chaos ended, some people said that Wandouzi killed her husband whom she had never met, so Wandouzi was in a state of being unable to get married. She is now doing ordinary cleaning work in the Qinglong Inn, and she doesn't earn much money. She just pays for board and lodging, and no one wants to play with her. Only Griffa occasionally tells her something she doesn't understand.
Griffa looked around for no one before putting down the pen in his hand, and said with a smile:
"I'm doing the accounting, but it's about the same. Why did I only see you today, and where are the others?"
Wan Douzi held the broom and said with a smile:
"Let's go out. I heard that a senior official named Feilin is coming to inspect. That person just celebrated his twentieth birthday a few days ago and has no family yet. They probably want to go out to try their luck."
Griffa tidied up the acting papers on the table, and said with a smile:
"Filin... It is said that he has made great achievements in governing Huanghua Village, so he was promoted to the power center of Lingyun City. Why was he sent out to inspect and transfer? It doesn't feel like Yunyang is just when there is a shortage of people. He is like this. Talent should not be easily returned to the place."
Wan Douzi half understood, put the broom against her chin, and said with a smile:
"You know a lot. I thought you could only settle accounts."
Griffa cast his eyes on the counter table, and there was a moment of self-pity in his eyes, but he concealed it very well, and quickly returned to his original appearance:
"Our inn, among other things, still has a lot of information. As long as you want to hear, these are not secrets. It is said that Feilin came from the Yuxi Academy. He is very radical and a reformist. In Huanghua The village force suppressed many resistance forces and insisted on implementing the new policy. I heard that once the landlords hired village bullies to block up his home, Feilin opened the door directly and put his head on their knives , sneered and asked them if they dared to kill them."
Wan Douzi was startled, first covered her mouth, then stuck out her tongue.
Griffa took a deep breath, changed the subject and said:
"What about you? Don't you want to try your luck?"
Wan Douzi scratched her head, said with a smirk:
"No. I'm an unlucky person, and it would be bad if I offended someone else's luck."
Griffa struck her on the head with a pen, and said:
"Then you are not afraid to drag me into the water?"
Wan Douzi covered her painful head and said:
"I'm afraid. So every time I finish talking to you, I have to observe it for a few days. I dare to continue talking to you only after I make sure you are okay. And I have to pay attention to control. A chat can't exceed ten minutes... Oops, it's almost arrive."
Wan Douzi squeezed the broom tightly in her hand and ran away in a hurry.
Griffa smiled, picked up the pen, and still pretended to be doing accounts. After a while, the maids who ran out in all their glory came back, all with sad faces. When one of the maids passed by Griffa, Griffa raised his head and asked casually:
"I heard that a high official has come to Lingyun City, why don't you go and have a look?"
The maid immediately found the person to pour bitter water on, leaning against the counter and complaining:
"I thought I'd be able to see it! I even put on a special make-up. I didn't expect there to be a sea of people, and I didn't see anyone at all. I heard from others that Mr. Feilin is here for business this time, and he won't stop on the road at all."
Griffa casually asked:
"Business?"
The maid nodded and said:
"Didn't the lord just post the order of seeking talents? It is said that Lord Feilin is an inspection examiner sent outside Lingyun City, and he is here to take charge of the examination! Sigh, we people don't know a single word, so where is it our turn to do this kind of thing? I According to others, it is likely that the lord has just captured Yunyang and intends to appease the hearts of the old nobles. This order to seek merit is actually just a formality.