Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

The hot air balloon landed.

Father Solje, his steps unsteady, stumbled out and staggered back to Fang Zheng.

His expression still looked somewhat lost.

Fang Zheng smiled and asked, "How was it, Father? Did you see heaven?"

Father Solje's throat was dry, and after struggling internally for a moment, he finally shook his head.

"Then did you see hell?"

"Lord Fang, it's getting late. When can we go see our accommodations?" the priest cleverly changed the subject.

"So, did you see hell?" Fang Zheng quickly added.

What's wrong with this heretic? He keeps asking, doesn't he? How rude!

Father Solje, with a long face, raised his head and said in a muffled voice, "Didn't see that either."

Fang Zheng didn't take it to heart and asked with a smile, "So, how was the experience of flying into the sky?"

The priest turned his head, glanced at the hot air balloon, and sighed, sincerely convinced, "It's really amazing. I never thought people could use something like this to fly into the sky."

"Do you know why my Great Jing can invent and discover so many novel things, but they weren't born in the Church's headquarters in the West?" Fang Zheng asked, patiently guiding him.

"Why?" The priest's curiosity began to be piqued.

Fang Zheng said loudly, "The foundation of Great Jing's prosperity lies not in sharp swords and strong armor, but because we have achieved the ability for people to fully use their talents, for the land to fully yield its benefits, for things to be fully utilized, and for goods to flow freely."

"In contrast, the West under the Church is too old-fashioned and closed off. They never dare to refute or question the things passed down by the ancient authorities. Therefore, it is extremely opaque and not open and aboveboard. It's like a black cloth, blocking the sky, making it difficult for you to absorb a bit of fresh air and enjoy the bright sunshine."

"You..." Father Solje's forehead veins bulged, and he was about to angrily denounce the heretic.

Fang Zheng put his hand on his shoulder: "Calm down. I'm just too honest and can't help but speak my mind. The Church is your thing; I don't care if it's good or bad."

"But I care about the friendship between us. There is no perfect thing in the world. Although the Church represents God, it is, after all, exercising power on behalf of God. As long as it's people, they will make mistakes. All progress is about learning from each other's strengths and weaknesses, so Father, you can stay here and work hard to absorb the excellent culture of my Great Jing."

"In the future, after studying hard, go back to Fica and offer some suggestions for improvement to the Church. Maybe the Pope will be happy and make you an Archbishop or something. What do you say?"

Father Solje lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then said dejectedly, "Yes, thank you, Lord Fang..."

"You should be happier. The good days are yet to come!" Fang Zheng spoke eloquently, "What you have seen in Taoyuan County today is just the tip of the iceberg of my Great Jing. In the future, many things that will change the world will be born here. In your lifetime, you will definitely see earth-shattering changes in Great Jing!"

"Really? What we see is just the tip of the iceberg?" the priest said in disbelief.

"Of course. So, I suggest you work hard, work overtime, and integrate into Great Jing as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will definitely be left far behind and unable to keep up with the times," Fang Zheng said meaningfully.

"Father, time is speeding up."

Father Solje nodded with a heavy heart: "Thank you for your guidance, Lord Fang. We will integrate and learn as soon as possible."

Fang Zheng smiled with satisfaction and then stretched out his hand to Lu Fa behind him: "Bring the things here."

Lu Fa stepped forward and handed over a thick stack of documents.

Fang Zheng casually pulled out a sheet and handed it to the priest: "Father, we will arrange work for you starting tomorrow. This is the Taoyuan County employment contract. In Taoyuan County, everything is about credit and contracts. Sign them all, and then we'll take you back to your accommodations to rest."

The priest took the contract and examined it carefully, but he still didn't recognize most of the words, so he stammered and asked, "Envi...ronmental Sanitation...what does that mean?"

"City beauticians. A portion of you will be responsible for maintaining the appearance of Taoyuan County. Don't underestimate this job. It requires you to skillfully master mathematical and physical knowledge. For example, when cleaning, the weight of each pile of debris swept out must be precisely assessed to evaluate your results. If you don't do well, your pay will be deducted!"

"This is a special arrangement for you. Ordinary people who want this job must have at least a bachelor's degree, be healthy, have regular facial features, no tattoos, fluent communication skills, good moral character, be hardworking and willing to work, and have no disciplinary violations, criminal records, or other bad records."

Although he didn't know what a 'bachelor's degree' was, Father Solje was still in awe!

City beauticians are indeed high-end. No wonder Taoyuan County is so beautiful and so developed!

"Then what does 'seven time periods a day' mean? Seven hours?"

"No, no, no, fourteen hours."

"What!?" Father Solje's face turned green.

Fang Zheng quickly explained: "Not necessarily always fourteen hours; fifteen hours is also possible. The reason for arranging so much is also to consider that you need to quickly save money to build a church. For the Holy Father, can't you endure this little bit of hardship?"

Father Solje looked embarrassed and asked, lowering his head, "Then when do we rest? It doesn't seem to be written on this."

"Rest after work. You can rest every day," Fang Zheng's expression was as pure as a little lamb.

Is that human language?

The priest's heart trembled, and he looked sideways at Fang Zheng, vaguely seeing two red horns growing out of this guy's head.....

"I feel like we'll collapse if we do this. In Fica, only serfs do this much work!" Father Solje shouted.

Isn't this nonsense? We'll have to die here after two months!

It is possible to save money to build a church, but there's no time to spend the money at all!

Fang Zheng shook his head regretfully: "It seems that your faith in spreading the gospel is not very firm. Alas, I specially found you such a job. Since that's the case, why don't you try it first?"

"If you really can't stand it and feel tired, I'll give you a 996 job to rest and relax."

"What is 996?"

"It means you have one day off every seven days..."

After Fang Zheng finished speaking, Father Solje compared the two and felt relieved in his heart.

That's right, working six days and resting one is so much more humane, and you can also find time to pray. It's much better than the previous plan!

"Then this salary...we work for so long, isn't two taels a bit too little? When I came, I saw that the dishes in the restaurant were not cheap," the priest muttered.

Fang Zheng said: "Two taels may seem small to you, but there are other benefits too! High-temperature subsidies, food subsidies, housing subsidies, birthday cards, etc. The treatment is definitely generous! Do you have any other questions?"

"Um...let me take another look."

After reading it all, Father Solje breathed a sigh of relief and said with a bit of gratitude: "I don't have any questions. I'll have them all sign it right away."

The treatment is so generous, the holidays are so free, and the job is so high-end. What else is there to complain about? It's settled!

Hearing this, Fang Zheng smiled and said with relief: "Congratulations, Father. Welcome to Taoyuan County and join us in creating true happiness...."

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