The Chief Assistant of the Ming Dynasty: Starting from the Office Clerk

Shen Xun traveled through time. Good news: He is a scholar and has a reputation. Bad news: He is a scholar, or the kind of scholar who is so poor that even his rice jar is bottomed out. As an old office worker who had been struggling for many years, Shen Xun originally wanted to live in the Ming Dynasty by relying on his five hundred years of worldly experience and his work ability. Even if you become a county magistrate and drink tea and read newspapers every day, your life will be over. But who knew that the officialdom of Ming Dynasty did not play its cards according to routines? His colleagues wanted to use him as a scapegoat, the prefect wanted to recruit him as his son-in-law, and even the emperor who did not go to court stared at his memorial every day. There was no other way, Shen Xun could only be forced to open business. "My lords, if you have something to say, please don't use your imperial staff." "Old Yan Ge, you really can't be greedy with this money. This is the money I squeezed out to repair the river." "Zhang Juzheng, you have gone too far. Come on, Brother Shen will teach you what it means to boil a frog in warm water." By accident, Shen Xun found out why he was standing in the front row of civil servants? Looking at the first and second-in-command chair that symbolized power, Shen Xun sighed: "Actually, at the beginning, I really just wanted to take the examination for the establishment..."