The Sima Ling of Weiwei Temple's official carriages has civil and military duties. The civil officer is responsible for conveying instructions, and the military attaché is responsible for patrolling the Sima Gate.
Among them, the civil servants were under the jurisdiction of Wei Wei Si Cheng, while the military attachés were under the jurisdiction of Wei Zhu.
And there are three to five minions under the command of the coach commander, with a salary of 600 shi.
One stone of millet is worth about ten and a half taels, which means that the salary given by the court is worth about six thousand and a half taels.
This salary is not low. As long as you don't eat or drink, you can buy the cheapest house in Chang'an City in two years.
However, the cheapest hotel in Chang'an City costs ten and a half taels, and eating and drinking in the direction of the imperial court costs hundreds and a half taels. In Chang'an City, where land is at a premium, this is probably the minimum wage guaranteed by the court.
Zhang Xuezhou doesn't have much thought about this subsistence allowance salary. He probably just takes it and uses it.
Nor did he expect to make a fortune from his court salary.
But what worries Zhang Xuezhou is the position issue.
He was so good at literature that he was classified as a military attache.
In other words, he must patrol Simamen with his minions.
Sima Gate belongs to the outer palace gate of some important buildings. Just like the gatekeepers at the city gate, Zhang Xuezhou has also become one of them.
"Captain Lieutenant, I'm actually not very good at fighting. I should be used to convey messages!"
Zhang Xuezhou went to Weiwei Temple to report, and he also met his boss, Du Rui, a strong man in his forties.
"Young man, if you didn't mention your martial arts skills in your recommendation letter, the imperial court would not arrange for you to be a military attache." Du Rui said, "Now that you are here, you should do your job well. After all, I am only supervising your gains and losses. I am not a military attaché." It’s useless for you to complain to me as I’ll be responsible for replacing you!”
"Martial arts?"
Zhang Xuezhou took a slight breath of air.
He did not mention that he was good at martial arts in his self-recommendation, but the fictional "Zixu" was indeed good at martial arts.
I don’t know which chapter the new emperor has read. The other party may think that he is also a warrior.
"If I had known, I would have written one... Forget it, I can't write. My father taught me to write martial arts, and he never asked me to write literary heroes!"
Zhang Xuezhou finally accepted his position.
He's not very good at fighting, but he's not incapable of fighting.
As a newly promoted monk within a thousand of the Han Dynasty, his strength is not bad.
"So many of the minions guarding the city can survive, I don't believe I will hit Tai Sui!"
Zhang Xuezhou received the order and accepted his position as military attache.
"The Sima Clan you take up is at Yangling Sima Clan, and you will be in charge of the East Sima Clan. You have three shifts every day. You can discuss the time yourself. You can take office within three days after you get the official order!"
Du Rui pointed in the direction of Yangling, and with a sly smile told Zhang Xuezhou to work hard.
Military attaches like to use their fists to solve problems. If they are not good at fighting, they will inevitably be assigned to the night shift from the third shift.
"If you perform well there, you may be able to come to the palace after working as Sima Men for two years," Du Rui said with a smile.
"Yang Ling?"
Zhang Xuezhou became an official as he wished, but he was indeed a man of mediocre luck.
Not to mention that he applied for the position three times, and the position arrangement was also very ordinary. As a gatekeeper, he also had to guard the cemetery.
Yangling is the cemetery where Emperor Jing was buried. It didn't take long for Emperor Jing to be buried, and Simamen lacked personnel to guard it, so it was his turn in the end.
It is not unusual for him to hold the position of Sima Ling of the official carriage. After all, the Sima Gate has four gates: southeast, northwest, and southeast, and involves three shifts. He is just the small leader among the twelve city guards.
After obtaining his position as a new official and taking the token, Zhang Xuezhou withdrew from Weiwei Temple.
He was happy when he came, but unsatisfied when he left.
"Cousin, are you a good official?" asked Rong Tianding who was waiting outside the gate.
"That's great. As long as the time comes, I have the final say over that area!"
Zhang Xuezhou adjusted his mentality very quickly.
As usual he looked for the advantages of his position.
As a capital official, he was a little far away from Chang'an City, but it was not without its advantages. At least there were no people coming and going at the place guarding the tomb, so he was at ease.
This is also in line with his original pursuit of being a free official.
The only trouble is that this kind of position is all about killing time, and it is difficult to see any possibility of promotion.
After all, Zhang Xuezhou had never heard of anyone who guarded the tomb well, and then became a high official. Most of the tomb keepers guarded the tomb for their whole life and basically never moved.
"Cousin, I knew you were someone who would do great things," Rong Tianding said happily.
"It's necessary. Let's buy a house later which is convenient for me to work as an errand and convenient for you to go to the store!"
Zhang Xuezhou raised his official badge, indicating that he was finally qualified to buy a house in Chang'an City.
As long as he becomes an official and buys a house, he becomes a Changan person. Even if he no longer serves as an official one day, he will still be qualified to live in this house.
As usual, when buying a house, you have to go to Jingzhaoyi Mansion to find documents for registration, make relevant inquiries, and then go to the neighbor acceptance check and other items. Many things have to be done before the payment is reached.
The matter of buying a house is a little complicated, but Zhang Xuezhou is not in a hurry to get it done immediately.
When he comes out of Weiwei Temple, he will stop by Laoshu Hutong.
Hanging his official badge on his waist, Zhang Xuezhou pulled Rong Tianding along, and the two of them walked through the streets.
“Cousin, I feel like I’ve never been here before!”
"Don't worry, follow me, you won't go the wrong way!"
After escaping Yang Po and wandering around Chang'an City for a while, Zhang Xuezhou was now very familiar with the streets of Chang'an City and knew where to turn, where there were dead ends, and where to take shortcuts.
He has a very strong memory, and at this moment, he seems to have a navigation map in his head, and he walks directly through the streets to the place where Feiyu Demon King mentioned that he hid the essence of spiritual jade.
For Zhang Xuezhou, who is familiar with the terrain, the eighteenth stone lion in Laoshu Hutong is extremely easy to find.
Except for playful little kids, few people touch these sculptures that dominate the house.
"Why are you here to get the marrow of spiritual jade?"
Zhang Xuezhou had just found the eighteenth stone lion, and successfully discovered a porcelain bottle hidden under the belly of the stone lion.
He pretended to bend down to put on his shoes next to the stone lion, and quickly reached in with his hand.
As soon as the porcelain bottle was obtained, Zhang Xuezhou saw the stone lion turn its head slightly, and then made a very slight questioning sound.
"Let me go. Can the stone lion still talk?"
Rong Tianding exclaimed, his body trembling unavoidably.
The sounds that Zhang Xuezhou could hear could also be heard by Rong Tianding who was following him.
He shook his head vigorously, and felt that the majestic appearance of the stone lion was a little more distorted, and the stone ball in his mouth also rolled around, making bursts of low sounds.
"Evil!"
Rong Tianding shouted, inevitably using his few abilities.
A trace of Nanmingding fire hit the stone lion. Rong Tianding only heard the stone lion let out a scream, and then its body began to turn into quicksand-like stone fragments and kept falling.
"Cousin?"
"There is something evil, the stone lion turned into sand!"
When Rong Tianding exclaimed, he heard Zhang Xuezhou also shouting.
The houses in Laoshu Hutong can be used as gatekeepers. The people here are not only noble, but at least they are closely related to wealth.
"Cousin?"
"Scream louder after me!"
Zhang Xuezhou whispered, then pointed at himself. He covered his face with his sleeves. A faint glow of mana floated over, and his face began to grow older.
When Zhang Xuezhou finished casting the aging spell, he shouted loudly again.
Rong Tianding was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Zhang Xuezhou was going to do.
But he quickly adjusted his mentality, covered his face with his sleeves, and released an aging technique.
Since Zhang Xuezhou didn't shout for his life, it should be extremely safe at the moment, which made him join in the shouting.
As the two of them kept exclaiming, they saw the heads of several doormen from nearby houses sticking out of the doors.
"Oh, the head of the stone lion at Wang Dashanren's door turned into sand!"
"The evil spirit is coming!"
"The evil spirits have begun to harm the gatekeepers and beasts!"
"Hurry up and ask the master to invite a mage to come and exorcise the evil spirits!"
"Report to the official!"
…
Several doormen shouted, their panic expressions were almost the same as those of Rong Tianding.
Things like ancient trees withering or ancient trees catching fire happen from time to time in Chang'an City. The disasters caused by these ancient trees are completely irregular, which also makes it difficult for the government to control the news, causing it to spread among the people.
Ordinary people have not escaped from ignorance and are most superstitious about all kinds of strange and strange things, and may even scare themselves.
When they saw something strange, these people were frightened and started to look for their masters.
(End of chapter)
