He shook his head as he reached the door, as if lamenting, "What a useless piece of trash."
Although this was not the lowest official position conferred upon those who passed the imperial examinations, and there were even ninth-rank positions, a ninth-rank county magistrate in a remote area still held real power.
This person is just a temple assistant at Taigong Temple, what can he do?
Alas, my career in politics is hopeless.
Seeing the appointing officer leave like that, seemingly ignoring their offer of tea, the Song family members looked at each other in bewilderment.
Logically speaking, bestowing a respectable official position should be accompanied by a grand procession, complete with gongs and drums.
But only one constable came.
That doesn't seem right.
Perhaps the authorities are keeping a low profile; the official rank they've appointed is too high, and they don't want to attract too much attention or be too ostentatious, lest someone try to take advantage of the new official.
Yes, that must be it.
"What official position has he been appointed?" Song Guangtian strode over and snatched the letter of appointment from Song Ruier's hand.
When the words on it came into view like a foreign language, he realized that he couldn't read.
He then handed it over to Song Dujuan.
"Look how promising our Song family's Rui'er is."
Upon seeing the contents, Song Dujuan looked puzzled.
"Taigong Temple Assistant, what kind of position is that? I don't think I've ever heard of it."
She had some knowledge of the official system of this dynasty, but the name of this official position was truly unfamiliar to her.
“There are so many official titles, who cares what they’re called? Rui’er, just tell me what this position does and what rank it is.” Song Guangdi stroked his chin, smiling ingratiatingly.
“Yes, could you help your uncles and cousins out, so that everyone can get an official position? We don’t need to be at the fifth or sixth rank, the seventh rank will do, and they can be promoted later,” Song Qijin said.
Song Ruier was extremely annoyed, and seeing the greedy behavior of the Song family filled him with disgust.
He sneered, "Eighth-rank lower-level official, a lowly government office. I'm afraid I can't promote you."
Then he turned and went into the room.
Thinking of something, Song Ruier stopped at the door and turned around.
"Instead of bothering me, you might as well bother Qiao Lian'er. My current status and position are of no use to you at all. Why waste your time on me? Qiao Lian'er knows some strange magic that ordinary people cannot imagine. You think she is not in the Qiao residence, but she is actually here."
The Song family was stunned.
If someone is ranked below the eighth rank, can they still be called an official?
"No way, a Jinshi (successful candidate in the highest imperial examination) only gets a low-ranking eighth-grade official position in a remote government office? Isn't that the kind of treatment only lower-ranking Juren (successful candidates in the provincial imperial examination) get?" Song Qimu exclaimed in disbelief.
"Well, that's exactly who I am. So what? I've let you down, but did I make you look forward to me? Who told you to shamelessly stick to me like that? Are you satisfied with this result now? Heh."
The Song family remained frozen in place.
It seemed that Song Ruier wasn't lying, and considering that there was only one bailiff delivering the letter of appointment, he seemed to be showing some contempt.
An eighth-rank official in a lowly government office, managing the Taigong Temple—what can one person do in a temple?
The Song family felt as if they had been doused with a bucket of cold water, their whole bodies chilled to the bone.
They didn't want to face the fact that their expectations had been shattered; they were both disappointed and angry.
"What a useless guy. Since you're not that great, why are you putting on such a big show? Anyone who didn't know better would think you're something special."
"That's right, you've given us false hope. How could you do this to us? Our whole family is counting on you, and this is the kind of explanation you give us."
The Song family members were cursing and swearing.
Song Dujuan remained silent. Song Ruier was no longer useful; they could only rely on Qiao Lian'er.
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