After the battle.
Inside Ji City.
There was jubilation everywhere.
Liu Yan, Governor of You Province, personally hosted a banquet.
In truth, Wenren Sheng knew this title was incorrect.
At this time, Liu Hong had not yet changed Provincial Inspectors into Provincial Governors.
Within You Province, the official with the authority to supervise all officials was called an "Inspector."
Their salary was low, but their power was great. Later, they were changed into Provincial Governors, taking charge of a province's military and civil affairs, effectively ruling one region independently. That was truly formidable.
For now, they were merely ranked at six hundred shi, no more than low-ranking officials. At the time, County Magistrates received salaries of one thousand shi.
A Governor was the highest official of a commandery.
Yet this world clearly tolerated this error. That was the power of collective will.
Even something wrong could become right.
Of course, that was limited to secondary worlds. In the true Main World, or a greater world, that would absolutely not work.
Individual will could not overcome the laws of nature.
It was like in Martial Arts worlds, where stepping on one's left foot with one's right foot to soar into the sky was considered normal and impressive. But as readers generally completed nine years of compulsory education, that became less and less acceptable.
Each generation of readers had its own version of the world.
"This victory has captured more than forty thousand Yellow Turbans. It was all thanks to the Colonel's merit." Liu Yan raised his cup to Colonel Zou Jing.
"Thank you, Lord." Zou Jing was also delighted.
This achievement was enough to earn him a promotion.
"I heard that on the battlefield, an extraordinary man used war wagons to build a city and crush the bandits. Is that true?"