Chapter 3: Don’t Want to Work Overtime
Chapter 3: Don’t Want to Work Overtime (I)
Liu Sheng looked calm, with no trace of sadness or resentment on his face.
Dean Zhang was explaining, "Your Excellency doesn't know that in the three-dimensional cultivation, her resilience and comprehension are both extremely high, reaching more than ninety points, but her spirituality is extremely low, only in the single digits."
The Censor suddenly realized.
According to Liu Sheng's conditions, if he didn't take the exam for a weaving institute in a small place like Li County, he might not even be able to do this small job of treasurer.
Even though the toughness and comprehension are as high as ninety points, the Censor has only heard of three people with such talent so far, and those three people are now legendary figures standing at the top of the cultivation world.
But spirituality can be a veto.
Since the first year of the divine revelation, spiritual energy has emerged in the world.
Some people can naturally sense spiritual energy but do not know how to absorb it into their bodies. However, perhaps because the thinking of animals and plants is purer, spiritual plants and animals have already begun to appear in the mountains and wilderness.
But how to control or utilize this power has taken people a long time to explore.
After countless trials and errors, some people discovered that by devoutly worshipping the Supreme God, they could actually comprehend the methods of cultivation. These methods of cultivation cannot be explained or passed on, and vary from person to person. They can only be obtained through deep communication with the gods, which is called "communication with the gods."
People call the gift of God "spirituality."
As long as the spirituality reaches 20 points or more, one can basically practice spiritual cultivation. The number of points also determines the potential for cultivation. There are only a few people in ten thousand who can practice spiritual cultivation with a spirituality of more than 20, and there are only single-digit people like Liu Sheng, who are even rarer in the world.
The necessary condition for taking the imperial examination is to reach the sixth level of initial practice or above.
The realm of cultivation is divided into ten levels from the initial realm. Above the initial realm, from low to high, are the Mingzhen realm, Dongxuan realm, and Shenzang realm. Each realm is divided into early, middle, and late stages.
Someone like Zhang Yuanzheng is already a cultivator in the late Mingzhen realm and is definitely a top master in Li County.
It is said that Taibai Jianxian, the number one master in the Tang Kingdom, had reached the Shenzang realm before he went into seclusion. Now, a hundred years have passed, and I wonder if he has made any breakthroughs.
No one knows what is above the Shenzang realm. In the past three hundred years, there have been only a handful of cultivators who have been able to set foot in the Shenzang realm, and they have basically disappeared from the world. Some say that they have broken through the realm and ascended to heaven, while others say that they have died. In short, there are many different opinions.
"So, she studied celestial engineering at Hanshan Academy, and she is indeed quite experienced in analyzing strange objects and refining magical instruments." Zhang Yuanzheng continued to explain to the Censor.
Most of the students studying the Department of Heavenly Engineering are people like Liu Sheng who have no hope of becoming a god. Although they have no spiritual energy in their bodies, they can still rely on special magical instruments stimulated by spirit beads to refine instruments, draw talismans, and form formations. With these skills, at least they will not have to worry about finding a job after leaving the academy.
“My strange air detector was improved by her. It can also detect the concentration of strange air with much higher accuracy.” Zhang Yuanzheng took out a palm-sized piece of white marble and showed it to the Censor.
"I saw that the old version could only detect the rough level of strangeness, and thought that sometimes the intensity of the same level of strangeness also varies greatly, which would be inconvenient for the actual work. That's why I arranged for her to do it. I never thought she could actually do it."
Zhang Yuanzheng had already let it go at this time. Although Liu Sheng submitted the manuscript "Theory of Cultivation" without telling him, he would have been embarrassed in front of the Censor if he had not been smart and responded well.
But this submission did not require approval from the superiors, and no matter how highly she was valued by the superiors, she was still a member of his Li County Weaving Institute, which just showed that he had a keen eye for talent and was good at supporting her, so she could never surpass him.
He also emphasized his own contribution at the end.
Liu Sheng maintained a polite smile that showed just eight teeth, and nodded obediently, "The Dean's guidance is still good. I have only done some superficial work."
The Provincial Surveillance Commissioner took the strange air detector and studied it for a while, then nodded and praised: "Not bad, Yongzhi has a good idea. This is worth promoting."
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Liu Sheng did not attend the luncheon with the Censor and Zhang Yuanzheng.
Although the Censor tried his best to invite him, Liu Sheng saw the extremely ugly expression on Zhang Yuanzheng's face behind the Censor, so he quickly declined, saying that he had clerical work to do.
Besides, there was no seat for her. Those who could have lunch with the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner were officials of high rank, such as the Director of the Weaving Institute, the Directors of various departments, the County Magistrate and the County Magistrate, as well as their nephews and grandchildren whom they were interested in promoting.
So she was very tactful and went to the cafeteria to have a quick lunch, and then went back to the warehouse to handle paperwork.
What she said to the Censor was not entirely an excuse, because she was indeed good at writing, so a lot of clerical work in the court fell on her unknowingly, and she was so busy that she was exhausted, but she still had to do it.
She was born in Xiaoluyuan, a remote mountain village in the north, a place much smaller than Li County. She was admitted to a weaving institute with great difficulty. Although it was only a small weaving institute, it was also a place many people were trying their best to get in. Countless people in the town envied Liu Sheng's parents for raising a daughter who could enter a weaving institute, and people brought their children to their house every day to learn from them.
She just wanted to hold on to this iron rice bowl steadily as everyone said, and she was not afraid to do more work, because it just showed that she was valued by her superiors and had many opportunities to stand out!
If she keeps holding on, she might get a promotion and a raise, and a higher position with better treatment when she retires at the age of 70. By then, she can return to her hometown and find a place with mountains and water in Xiaoluyuan, build a small yard, grow vegetables, go fishing, make wine with pine flowers, and boil tea with spring water. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
While Liu Sheng was happily fantasizing about retiring to the countryside to live a happy life when she gets old, she walked into the warehouse where her daily work was tormenting.
Although the warehouse is called a room, it is actually a large courtyard located in a secluded corner of the weaving yard.
As soon as you enter the yard, you can feel a strong and solid pressure surrounding you. It is a formation that protects and suppresses the evil creatures at the same time. It is centrally coordinated by the Capital Weaving General Administration. Weaving houses in various places can use the basic storage and retrieval functions, but each collection will be recorded in the book of the Weaving General Administration thousands of miles away.
Liu Sheng's office is in the west corner of the yard. There is an old banyan tree at the door, with its crown hanging over the eaves. Not a single ray of sunlight can penetrate, and it is dark and damp.
After entering the room, Liu Sheng turned on the light and took out a book from his sleeve under the soft light. It was the February issue of "Cultivation Theory".
Before leaving, the Censor took another book and stuffed it into her hands, shaking his head and sighing softly, "What a pity..."
Liu Sheng knew what he regretted.
During his visit to Li County, the Provincial Surveillance Commissioner specifically mentioned "The Theory of Cultivation", which may indicate that he wanted to promote her.
But when he heard that she couldn't communicate with the gods, he naturally gave up the idea.
It's not like Liu Sheng had never felt resentment and hatred before, but now when he thinks about it again, there is not a single ripple in his heart.
She just wants to do what she can now.
Liu Sheng concealed his feelings, turned to the first article, and appreciated his own name "Liu Sheng" under the headline. He couldn't help but smile on his usually calm and composed face.
She took out a small key and opened a small cabinet next to the table, which was empty.
It seems like something is missing?
Liu Sheng was puzzled for a moment, but quickly put it out of his mind and put the book "Cultivation Theory" in and locked it up.
Then she rubbed her hands, took out a spirit bead with some heartache and put it into the hand warmer. The hand warmer slowly warmed up, and then she held the hand warmer and picked up the pen to start dealing with the mountain of documents in front of her.
There's no way, the weather is really cold. If my hands are frozen, I won't be able to write. The work must be completed.
If the work is not completed, I have to work all night.
Liu Sheng didn't want to stay up all night.
In other words, I don’t want to work overtime.
She didn't know how this word appeared in her mind, but she felt it was very appropriate.
After an unknown amount of time, the pile of documents in front of Liu Sheng finally became much shorter, and there was suddenly a knock on the door.
I don’t want to work overtime!
(End of this chapter)