After Wenren Sheng finished making his recommendations, Governor Wang summoned them all together.
"You were all recommended by my worthy nephew, and I trust in your abilities. As long as you perform well, I will recommend you for Ninth-Rank Minor Official positions based on your merits..."
Hearing this, every accountant kneeling on the ground was moved to tears.
If they truly became officials, it would be like ascending to the heavens in a single step.
How difficult was it to rise from commoner to official?
The only path ordinary people knew was the Imperial Examination.
Everyone understood how difficult the Imperial Examination was.
Many great talents well versed in ancient and modern learning might fail to pass even the provincial examination in their entire lives, perhaps not even becoming licentiates.
Yet they might become officials. No—even becoming Low-Level Officials would be good enough.
Wenren Sheng looked at them and shook his head inwardly.
Governor Wang's words were obviously empty promises.
How could he possibly recommend every one of so many people?
Besides, they had no idea how difficult this task would be.
Their lives could be at risk.
Land was enough to drive people to desperate measures.
They would not dare lay hands on the Governor, but would they not dare attack the clerks handling the actual work? These people were honest by nature. They certainly would not think that far ahead, and would definitely inspect and clear everything thoroughly.
That would make it far too easy to offend people.
Their temperaments had always made them prone to offending others. Otherwise, they would not have fallen so low.
In any case, Great Ming was already deeply rotten.
Yet to Wenren Sheng, even within this decaying Great Ming, there were still five percent who were outstanding.
It was simply that no