When Wang Anshi was the magistrate of Duzhi, his official position was Wailang, a member of the ancestral hall. Zhang Yue is now a wailang, a member of the ancestral hall. He still has two transfers. Unless there is a special order or the emperor dies again, the time can be shortened.

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Zhang Yue didn't think too much about it. He was one of those people who kept asking for money, so he roughly drew a direction. The most important thing was that he was a affairs officer. A down-to-earth official would be promoted quickly and demoted quickly.

Ouyang Xiu also knew that it was too difficult to judge the third division, so he said: "Although your official position is low, you have made great decisions in the past. Han Gong once told me that he will definitely return your favor."

Zhang Yue was overjoyed when he heard this, and you didn't tell him earlier.

Since you want to be an official, you must be bold and thick-skinned!

So Zhang Yue continued to ask for a price: "Uncle, although the qualifications of the three judges are less, it doesn't matter. For the time being, we can add the word "power". The most important thing is that the position is more important and the power is greater. It is best to be able to coordinate and coordinate the country's people's livelihood and other important matters.

Everything..."

After Zhang Yue finished speaking, he saw that Ouyang Xiu's face had turned the color of pig liver, but he said anxiously: "I say you are shameless, but you really are! I am just saying a few polite words on behalf of Mr. Han, but you take it seriously! If Mr. Han can do that,

You have been arranged to be the judge of the Third Division, why don't you see what kind of official position you can arrange for me?"

"My official position is low, my appetite is not low, it's quite a beautiful thought!"
Chapter completed!