Zhao Xing also laughed:
"Of course, judging by Mr. Zong's abilities, becoming a Sixth-Rank Official is entirely feasible."
"With some training, even a fifth-rank position wouldn't be out of reach."
"However, there's no opportunity in Nanyang County, would you be willing to leave your home to serve in a foreign land?"
"If you wish, I can recommend you elsewhere, starting as a temporary Sixth-Rank Official, whether you can be promoted and how long it takes depends on your ability."
Zong Shichang was taken aback: "You, you mean it?"
Upon receiving Zhao Xing's affirmative response, Zong Shichang found himself a bit conflicted.
He pondered for a while and eventually declined.
"Mr. Zhao, thank you for your kindness."
Zong Shichang rubbed his face and said, "How should I put it, I don't have such ambitions, I just want to have a peaceful life with Qing'er. If I can bring some welfare to the people on top of that, I'd be satisfied."
"You understand what I mean, right?"
