Wang Chong truly had not expected people in this world to be so fanatical about official posts too!
By the time he sensed something was wrong, he already had five or six hundred men under him, enough to stage a small rebellion.
Yes, the sort of small rebellion the imperial army could speedrun in one hour and twenty-two cups of tea.
Wang Chong was confident he could manage a few dozen people. With a few hundred, all he could do was tear his hair out.
With five or six hundred people milling about in a great throng, Wang Chong nearly converted to Buddhism on the spot, resenting only that even after he prayed for two sticks of incense, the Buddha still refused to manifest.
But the most alarmed person in the garden was not Wang Chong, but Yuzao. She never could have imagined her young master would "build up such a vast enterprise"! For the first few days, the little maid still arranged food and lodging for these people, but on the eleventh day, she clutched the purse shut and refused to feed them no matter what, telling them to find their own food. Wang Chong tried to offer a few words of persuasion-surely they should not starve people like this? But the fox-eyed little maid threw her arms around him and wept with brimming eyes, leaving Wang Chong helpless. He could only turn to the great monk Xuangang for help.
The great monk Xuangang wanted nothing to do with this rotten mess. He merely sneered and said, "What were you thinking in the first place?"
Wang Chong answered sheepishly, "I only wanted a few people to work for free. After all, I am a sixth-rank official. Shouldn't I have a few more people around to lend me some pomp?"