As a high-ranking official in the court for twenty years, how could Lin Pixiu have never seen the saint's handwriting? Just after looking at it for a moment, he recognized the ink-colored dragon on the letter. It was clearly a handwriting. Only the master of painting in the inner courtyard of the imperial palace could paint the golden old dragon in such a bold and flamboyant manner, while using ink to hold it in place, making the entire manuscript appear majestic and graceful, with the two clearly distinct. But they complement each other.
But the man sitting in the car tent in front of him really didn't look like someone who could throw out the canonization decree casually. This made Lin Pixiu careless and almost withstood the charge of refusing to obey the decree. He hurriedly raised his robe and kowtowed. , only then did he dare to take the letter and take a look at it.
Whenever there is a sage's handwriting in Yizhang, officials need to kowtow to receive the order. This has always been the case. Except during wartime, there is no need to be so particular. At other times, when receiving the order, it is necessary to bow first and then unfold the scroll to look at it. This is from Yizhang. The rules established by the late emperor have been continued to this day.
Lin Pixiu wiped the sweat off his head, wiped his hands carefully, picked up the letter, and read it silently, his brows unknowingly frowned deeply, and deep lines stood up between his brows.
There seems to be something between the lines in the words of the Lord, but he did not mention the name of the person in the car tent. He only ordered Lin Pixiuyun to be a deputy official. There is no need for this person to stay in the capital of Xijun and go out more. If there is For matters that are difficult to decide, just send a detective horse to ask.
When a letter came down, Lin Pixiu was filled with suspicion. With his old temperament that had been in the officialdom for many years, he didn't know how to solve the mystery set by the Holy Emperor. He simply accepted the letter respectfully and said frankly. He asked, "This person in the car tent must have real talent and knowledge in his belly. Why hide his face? You and I are both open and honest with each other. In the future, we need to overcome all the complicated difficulties and dangers in the West County together."
The person in the car tent seemed to chuckle slightly, and his words were clearly full of playfulness, "To be honest, sir, whatever you say, even if you peel off this layer of skin, leaving only the muscles, bones and five internal organs, you must be sincere. , from the bottom of my heart? I feel empty in my belly, and it is only because of the mercy of the Holy One that I am able to serve here. If Mr. Lin wants to guess my identity based on a few words, I am afraid that I am a bit stubborn, so it is best not to bother. "
Lin Pixiu's expression was as usual, and he turned back and walked up the two bluestone steps. When he turned back, his face became calmer and he said gently, "Your Excellency is here for the first time today. I shouldn't ask too many questions, but forgive me for Lin Pixiu's inhumanity. Since I want to take over the post of Deputy Sheriff of West County. I wonder if you can tell me where to start as there is chaos in West County now."
It took a moment for the person in the car tent to take over the words, but his words were still a little dry, "Since Mr. Lin knows it well, why bother asking me? Well, since he is seeking his position, I will make a fool of myself and point out One or two.”
"The people of Xijun, except the capital, have three great mountains hanging above their heads. One is called sword and axe, the second is called soft gold, and the third is called heart. If these three mountains are not removed, not to mention that the people will have a hard time, and the officialdom will also fall with the wind. "The man rarely sighed and said, "It is said that hard work and hard work are like grass on the wall, falling from north to south, and the officialdom is not the same."
Lin Pixiu remained calm and said, "May I ask what the explanation is for this sword, ax, soft gold, and mind?"
"It's easy to say," the man in the chariot tent said slowly, "those with swords and axes, horse thieves and bandits are as rampant as locusts. In addition to being robbed by others, it is difficult to protect the lives of the people. There are swords and axes hanging from their necks all day long, so the name of this mountain is Dao." Ax; Ruanjin are the few nobles from aristocratic families standing behind the rogue bandits. The reason why they are called Ruanjin is because these adults look graceful, wealthy and elegant, but if evidence is dug out, they will throw it away before their eyes. The removal of official robes and the extermination of the clan are like scraping gold with a carved knife. It looks magnificent and strong and indestructible, but in reality it is weak and incompetent. It bullies superiors and subordinates. With the help of adults, it can be broken by the force of thunder."
"As for the third mountain, it depends on the people's will. After years of heavy taxation and the protection of officials and bandits, the officials of Xijun have long had no good impressions of them. Even if the first two mountains are moved away with courage, this This mountain needs to be nurtured and maintained by adults, which is the most difficult point." The man in the car tent calmed down for a while, and then said, "But the most difficult part is still the soft gold. I'm afraid Lord Lin will have to put more thought into it. Moving this mountain away is not a trivial matter that is easy to do. How to suppress it and how to control the situation, it is better for you to make your own decision."
"Thank you for your advice, brother." After hearing this, Lin Pixiu's eyes flashed.
The words of the person in the car were no different from what he had been thinking about for many days. However, they singled out the idea of suppressing the members of the family behind him for a while, which made Lin Pixiu's heart slightly moved.
"In this case, I will take it as Master Lin's approval of my deputy position. I am in vain, and today's tasteless tirade is already an extremely tiring job for me. I will bother you again tomorrow." The man cupped his hands and clasped his fists through the car curtain and said, "With your permission, I'll excuse myself and leave first."
Lin Pixiu nodded in return, "That's fine. Brother, we are driving slowly all the way. There is a mansion a few miles to the east. It was the residence of the previous county magistrate. It was vacated not long ago. Although the corner of the land is not the most valuable in the city, fortunately, Xia It’s cool in the summer and warm in the winter, so it’s the best place to stay in shape. I’ll order the calligraphy and painting decorations to be delivered later, so you can stay here as soon as possible.”
"You're welcome, Mr. Lin." The person in the carriage coughed several times, knocked on the wall of the carriage, and the carriage slowly turned away.
Lin Pixiu stood on the steps and watched the carriage swaying toward the east. The roof was slightly shorter than her own eyes. She walked down one more step without leaving a trace, and watched the carriage leave with level eyes.
"Sir, are we really going to stay in this house?" The coachman still felt a little dazed as he drove the horse. He was originally a poor man who drove his horse hundreds of miles outside Tailin. He had no ability and no support. This man was hired by an old man, rushed to the county governor's house, handed over a letter, and said a few words of mist-shrouded words. In the blink of an eye, he became the coachman of the prime minister of Xijun. This man was really mixed with joy and surprise. He didn't know what to do for a moment. Is good.
"If you don't want to follow me, you don't need to live here." The man in the car tent smiled, "You can be happy if you get a few copper coins a day by driving, but now you are at a loss if you get a few taels of silver a day by driving. The poor can afford it, but the rich can't?"
The coachman thought about it, and it made sense. He immediately smiled honestly and said, "The adults are talking profoundly, but this time I can understand the basics and can bear it."
The mansion looked extremely plain. Even if Lin Pixiu sent someone to bring a few scrolls of calligraphy and paintings, the decorations were still very elegant. The man walked out of the car tent and slowly stepped into the house.
It seems that Lin, a member of the same dynasty who has extremely good money-making methods, is not hopeless.
Very good.
