As for anyone who refused to accept this arrangement, under Zhao Cheng's system, such refusal was undoubtedly disloyalty. They belonged to the unusable sort. While it was impossible to screen every last one of them out, a mere handful would never amount to much.
The wooden slips from the first day were only the initial grade. Further records would be made on the third, tenth, thirtieth, fiftieth, and hundredth days.
After the hundredth day, records would be made once every half-year.
If the army developed into its middle and later stages, this system might face the problem of the Dao official hierarchy rotting from within, with those below colluding to deceive those above.
But now, all things under heaven were newly born. Using it for the time being would pose no problem.
Once it was about to become a problem, he could simply change it then. At most, it meant killing off a few heads.
For an emperor ruling the realm, reform was difficult. But for a founding emperor conquering the realm, the rise and fall of institutions was no more than a thought.
It was not as though there had never been a Grand Ancestor emperor who nearly slaughtered an entire dynasty's officials clean, yet the court had not suffered any great problems for it.
The fire blazed fiercely in the house atop the mountain. Zhao Cheng wore a fur-lined robe, the pelts over his shoulders white as snow.
If he wore this in reality, he would undoubtedly look like someone donning a full set just to make a scene at the base.
In this era, only the highborn could afford such an outfit.
Even he had obtained this set only because the Heaven-Answering Army's hunting parties, relying on the young beast medicine he had concocted with Dao arts,