"What? You have a problem with that?"
Seeing the looks in the crowd's eyes, Centurion Zhang sneered and mocked them. "I'd love to find you cushy jobs feeding spirit beasts, but sadly, none of you have a third- or fourth-rank official in your family."
If the Fourteenth Office where Zhonghou worked was like a child raised by a stepmother, then the newly established Western Affairs Office could practically be called a child raised by a bitch.
All the miscellaneous work in the entire Embroidered Uniform Guard system had been piled onto them. The logistics people could at least skim a little off the top, but they were responsible for cleaning, repairing restriction formations, patrolling day and night, and other shitty chores. It was low pay, lots of work, public humiliation, and occasionally taking the blame for someone else.
Song Qilin had not arranged for one of his own people to become the General Banner here for precisely this reason. Some positions were born dead ends for an official career. No matter how well the Keeper of the Heavenly Stables raised horses, he would still be the Keeper of the Heavenly Stables for life.
"Centurion, the brothers just aren't used to it yet. We'll adapt after some time. We'll complete the assignments our superiors give us."
Tang Yu stepped forward with a smile to smooth things over.
Only then did Centurion Zhang's expression improve somewhat. He gave a grunt, said goodbye, and left.
Once Centurion Zhang was gone, Tang Yu gathered everyone for a brief meeting. He stressed the importance of discipline, then fed them a few bowls of motivational drivel.
No one was particularly willing to swallow it, but fortunately, no tasks had been assigned for their first day. Everyone simply returned to their dormitories to meditate, cultivate, and slack