Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration] - Chapter 208

No. 3042 Small World Task Settlement:

Client: Duan Guyan

Main mission 1: Revenge (the merit reward is 3000 points, the completion of the mission depends on the satisfaction of Duan Guyan)

Mission completion: 100%

Reward: 3000 points of merit

Main task 2: Revitalize Duan’s family (reward 3000 points for merit, task completion depends on Duan Guyan’s satisfaction)

Mission completion: 100%

Reward: 3000 points of merit

After the mission was completed, the host stayed in Small World No. 3042 for 33 years, deducting 660 merit points.

Additional rewards for the test division:

The host stayed in Small World No. 3042 for 33 years, surrendering or removing 10 ghosts in total, and rewarded two thousand merit points.

The host stayed in Small World No. 3042 for 33 years, used the escape technique 40 times in total, deducting 200 merit points.

Help Duan develop diabetes drugs, anti-cancer drugs… Save thousands of people from fire and water, and reward 120,000 points of merit.

Interfere with the small world process No. 3042, deduct 116,000 merit points.

Total: 11140 merit points.

Immediately afterwards, the display interface turned.

Name: Meng Zezhi

Age: 477 + 33

Charm value: 123

Soul strength: 1695

IQ: 290

Merit: 109265 + 11140

Skills: Physics (entrance to the room), mathematics (entrance to the room), chemistry (first glimpse of the door), Biology (entrance of the hall), Daoshu (first glimpse of the door), and medical skills (entrance to the hall)

Achievements: No. 6323 Top Ten Outstanding Physicists in the Small World, No. 4762 Top Ten Famous Mathematicians in the Small World, No. 284, One Emperor of the Small World, No. 7528, Chinese World Salvation Land God (pseudo), No. 1530 Small World Chinese Medicine Master, 323 No. Small World Generation Mingjun

Just listen to the system saying: “Congratulations to the host for successfully completing the assessment task.”

“Thank you.” Meng Zezhi said sincerely. He clenched his fists and couldn’t restrain the excitement in his heart. He finally turned right, even the person he was about to meet.

“The host has already completed the assessment task, and the system should be fully functional and retired.”

Meng Zezhi was taken aback for a moment. After counting, the system had been with him for more than four hundred years, and his heart was warm: “Thank you.”

“Yes,” the system said.

“Please be prepared for the host—”

Meng Zezhi’s breathing slowed down.

“Reclaiming system space—”

Meng Zezhi’s eyes were dark, and the surroundings were quiet.

The mechanical sound of the system came from the darkness: “Unbinding the system…”

“The transmission link is being established, the destination, the capital city, and the official secretary’s office.”

“Goodbye!”

Meng Zezhi felt his body lighten, and the whole person fell down quickly. Time was still in the dark, and he subconsciously held his breath.

I don’t know how long it took, the speed of the fall suddenly slowed down, and the moment his feet landed, he opened his eyes.

The world regained its voice, and the scattered eyes began to focus.

“this is–”

Meng Zezhi looked around, he was clearly in an elevator now.

Only a ding sound was heard, and the elevator door opened.

He stabilized his mind a little, raised his foot and walked out.

A young woman wearing a hippocampus walked towards her. She asked, “Hello, is it Meng Zezhi?”

“Hello.” Meng Zezhi nodded, “I am.”

The young woman said, “I’m Song Wanmiao, Zhengjiu Pin, Director of the Department of General Administration of Cao Li, and I am responsible for your induction work.”

“Then trouble you.” Meng Zezhi said politely.

“No trouble.” Song Wanmiao said with a smile: “Please follow me.”

She took Meng Zezhi through a long corridor.

There were blue sky and white clouds above his head, clear skies for thousands of miles, and there were almost no tall buildings nearby. The architectural style tended to be Ming and Qing official buildings. For a moment, Meng Zezhi thought that he was not in the prefecture, but in ancient times.

Just after Meng Zezhi was looking around for his work, Song Wanmiao introduced: “Our residents in Fengdu are mainly divided into three types, one is prefectural officials and their families, and the other is because of their early death and their unsatisfactory life. After the dead, one must wait until the dead life is exhausted to reincarnate the ghosts. One kind is the ghosts who have a positive life in Feng, so they are unwilling to reincarnate.”

“Feng has its own currency system. New ghosts can take the offerings burned by their relatives in the Yang world to buy them at the pawnshop, or they can use their merits to exchange them at the Finance Department. A little merit can be exchanged for 100 coins.”

“Feng is always overcrowded, so the price is not generally high, the average house price is 61,000 square meters, if you rent a house, the rent for a slightly better location is at least more than 10,000 per month.”

Song Wanmiao obviously looked through Meng Zezhi’s information: “You’ve just arrived, and you don’t have any relatives in Fengdu, so I suggest that you apply for the official residence after you start your job, which is equivalent to the staff dormitory. The rent for the official residence is only a quarter of the outside. One……”

Merit is a good thing, so it is natural to save while saving.

As he was talking, the Wenxuan Hall arrived.

In the one hundred flat antique hall, the innermost is a row of counters, above the counters are written the words “newcomer, nine products, seven products, etc.”.

There was no one in front of the rookie counter, and Song Wanmiao led Meng Zezhi directly over.

The clerk asked: “Name?”

“Meng Zezhi.”

The staff picked up the scanner at hand and scanned Meng Zezhi’s face, then the manipulator clicked the mouse on the screen, seeming to confirm Meng Zezhi’s identity: “The official position assigned to you is the head of the land. If you accept an official appointment at Zhengqipin Inspection School, please report to the Department of Land Management within three days.”

With that said, she handed Meng Zezhi an entry form with the big seal of Cao Lisi.

As the name suggests, the Department of Land is the department in charge of the land gods of the three thousand worlds.

Then she took out another card: “This is your identification.”

Meng Zezhi took it and saw that there was a series of numbers and the big characters of the Fengdu Card.

Not to mention, it’s quite advanced.

Coming out of the literary selection hall, Song Wanmiao looked envious: “Sure enough, he was selected by the examination master, and the first official is the seventh grade.”

“Ok?”

Song Wanmiao explained: “You probably don’t know that there are three methods for recruiting officials in the capital city. One is the soaring of the big world, the second is the recruitment of Cao officials, and the third is the selection and sending of officials.”

“Cao’s official recruitment examination is held once every fifty years. If you pass the examination, you can grant eight-rank official positions. Those who have risen from the big world like us can only start from the lowest level.”

Who told them to practice is to go against the sky, and most people have human lives on their hands. The underworld can only use harsh conditions to repel most of the arrogant immortal cultivators.

“That’s it.”

“Right,” Song Wanmiao asked, “Are you going to report directly to the Department of Land Management or are you?”

“Go directly to the head of the land department.”

With that, the two of them walked out of the door of Cao Lisi.

As if aware of something, Meng Zezhi raised his head and looked forward.

Under the shadow wall stood a young man with a white shirt, black slacks, white skin and pink lips, indescribably beautiful.

Meng Zezhi’s breathing was short, and he looked back at Song Wanmiao: “Next, I don’t have to trouble you. I will invite you to dinner another day, and my friend will come to me.”

After speaking, he strode towards the young man.

Song Wanmiao was taken aback for a moment. She came back to her senses. Just about to speak, she lost her voice after seeing the young man’s looks clearly.

Meng Zezhi stood still in front of the young man, his eyes hot.

“Ahem.” Jian Zichen was a little uncomfortable. He moved away from the gaze of Meng Zezhi, and said softly: “I will accompany you to report on the Department of Land Management first.”

Meng Zezhi said, “Okay.”

Wordless all the way to the place, the official responsible for receiving Meng Zezhi saw Jian Zichen behind him, and immediately stood up and shouted Jian Zuo orders.

Zuoling is the third-in-command of the first division, the third rank, and the 72nd division of Fengdu Prefecture. There are no fewer than 1,000 officials in each department. Zuolin is a high-ranking official in the practical sense.

Meng Zezhi knew it in his heart.

With Jian Zichen staring at him, the entry procedures were completed quickly.

The official in charge of the reception handed him an iron plate: “This is your identity plate. You have five days to handle chores, and you will officially go to work in five days.”

The salary of the seventh-grade officials is single rest, a monthly salary of 500 merit points, double salary at the end of the year, and a 50-year term of office.

Counting it down and Meng Zezhi’s merits earned when doing the task is actually not much different.

“By the way, do you need to apply for an official residence?” the official in charge of the reception asked kindly.

Jian Zichen’s lips tightened.

Meng Zezhi retracted the corner of his eye: “No need.”

Jian Zichen’s heart is slightly loose.

After coming out of the head of the land division, Meng Zezhi’s eyebrows drooped: “I have to find a place to live.”

As the Adam’s apple was rolling up and down, Jian Zichen said: “My home is quite spacious, and it’s not far from the head of the land department.”

“Yeah.” Meng Zezhi answered.

Then Jian Zichen took Meng Zezhi home.

He lives in a small courtyard with two entrances, just next to the ombudsman.

Jian Zichen lives alone, there are many empty rooms at home, but he doesn’t know how to speak.

Meng Zezhi sighed slightly, he walked over, hugged the person, and said, “I should be the one who should be worried. Why are you more upset than me?”

Jian Zichen looked up at him.

“It’s too late to be able to be taken care of by the Shangguan.” Meng Zezhi said with a chuckle.

He knew what Jian Zichen was worried about, but the difference between their identities was a bit big, and he was afraid that he would have grievances in his heart.

Just ran so many worlds with Jian Zichen stupidly with him, and Meng Zezhi couldn’t do these things, otherwise he would be disappointed.

He is not Zuo Bowen, and he is not blessed in blessing.

Jian Zichen’s heart was slightly warm, and he aimed at Meng Zezhi’s lips and printed it on his back.

As he breathed, he felt that the vacancy in his heart was finally filled.

This is probably the happiest day of his life.

The author has something to say:

Meng Zezhi: My wife is so cute, how can I let it down.

This article is over here, thank you all for your support over the past seven months, bow and hug!

The new article hasn’t decided what to write, so the author should think about it first.

ps: In the first three hundred of the messages in this chapter, the stupid author sent a small red envelope for his early years.