Seeing his master looking at the figure in the distance in the wind and snow until he was out of sight, little Yang Guo chuckled and rode forward lightly on the horse's belly.
"Master, we have gone far!"
Yang Qingyuan tilted his head slightly, looked at Xiao Yang Guo who was looking at him with a joking expression, and flicked out a wisp of true energy from his fingertips, hitting Xiao Yang Guo's forehead.
Yang Guo immediately covered his head in pain.
Yang Qingyuan reined in his horse and said, "Let's go! Go back to Pingshan County."
"Okay!" Yang Guo saw that his master was not angry, so he immediately caught up with him and followed Yang Qingyuan asking questions.
"Master, who is Sister Liu?"
Yang Qingyuan glanced at Yang Guo and then said.
"Taibai has hundreds of poems about drinking wine. He went to a restaurant to sleep in the city of Gods. The emperor called him and he couldn't get on the boat. He claimed that he was the immortal of wine. He raised his glass and looked at the blue sky, as bright as a jade tree before the wind. He drank like a long whale, and his thoughts surged, and he brushed his brush against the clouds and smoke. ."
"???"
Xiao Yang Guo looked confused when he heard this.
"I usually tell you to study hard! You don't listen. Now that you know that the books will be used, you will regret it less! Go back and copy the poetry selection three times!"
Xiao Yang Guo's eyes were full of question marks? ! I suspect that my master is seeking revenge, but I have no evidence.
After Yang Qingyuan asked Yang Guo to copy, his thoughts became clear and he explained.
"His master is Li Taibai, a fisherman from the East China Sea who returned from fishing in the Canglang waves of the East China Sea among the Thirteen Famous Swords."
"Sister Liu is actually the heir of a famous sword, no wonder she is so powerful!!"
"Is it awesome?"
"You are so powerful without Master!"
"Yeah?!"
"Of course! Then...can I copy it one less time?"
"...Of course not!"
Two figures, one large and one small, were drifting away in the wind and snow, and the soldiers and horses following behind them were also walking slowly.
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It will be New Year's Eve in five days.
In the past five years, Yang Qingyuan either went back to Wudang to celebrate the New Year or worked overtime at the Hanlin Academy.
"Sir, the wealthy businessman in the county wants to host a banquet for you at the Full Moon Tower on New Year's Eve!" Zhao Jianfeng held an invitation in his hand and said to Yang Qingyuan.
Yang Qingyuan glanced at it and threw it aside, "Reject it! I already have arrangements for New Year's Eve."
Zhao Jianfeng was puzzled.
"At noon on New Year's Eve, I will personally host a banquet for all my colleagues in Pingshan County."
"Sir?!" Zhao Jianfeng was a little frightened. In the past, subordinates would treat superiors to dinner, but Yang Qingyuan did the opposite and wanted to entertain the entire Pingshan County colleagues.
"It doesn't matter, just let me know. As for the evening, I promised Aunt Liu that I would be a guest at their home and I won't be with you."
Aunt Liu was a refugee who fled to Pingshan County. Her husband, son, and daughter-in-law were all dead because the ice cracked when they were crossing the river. Only she and two granddaughters, one older and one younger, were left. The older one was over sixteen and the younger one was only three years old. They were also poor people among the refugees.
After Yang Qingyuan resettled the refugees, these two women, one old and one young, stepped forward and became the backbone of women among the refugees.
Whether they were cooking for workers or learning to make cotton clothes, the two were among the first. While actively cooperating in the work, they also persuaded other refugee women to work together.
Yang Qingyuan also needs such people to lead female workers. Later, these female workers will also set up cotton clothing workshops, and they really need people to lead them.
Yang Qingyuan originally planned to recruit Aunt Liu and her eldest granddaughter into the scribes of Pingshan County, to work exclusively with women among refugees.
But soon Yang Qingyuan remembered his chief job, the Prime Minister of Dali Temple.
With the power to supervise gangs in the world, Yang Qingyuan had a better idea.
Under the guidance and support of Yang Qingyuan, the Pingshan County Women's Federation was established.
In essence, it can be regarded as a legal association and a gang registered and licensed by Dali Temple.
"Your Excellency devotes himself to government affairs, and the subordinates admire him."
"I'm in a different place. It's the same wherever I celebrate New Year's Eve. Take care of the things at hand these days. You don't need to be on duty at the Yamen on New Year's Eve. Spend more time with your family!"
"My lord, there seems to be something wrong with this..." During such a disaster, although the court did not explicitly stipulate it, according to common practice, ordinary officials would sit in the mansion to prevent emergencies.
Yang Qingyuan raised his right hand slightly, stopping Zhao Jianfeng from continuing to speak.
"Official affairs can be handled at any time, but there is only one on New Year's Eve, and your house is not far from the county government office. If something really happens, it doesn't hurt to inform you again."
Moreover, although there are 130,000 disaster victims in Pingshan County today, the government has handled it properly and the victims are stable.
With the food arriving in batches, Pingshan County is no longer short of food for the time being, and the city defense army and police officers are constantly patrolling. It can be said that the security of Pingshan County has never been better, and there are indeed not many things. Zhao Jianfeng needs to keep an eye on him.
"By the way, how is the preparation of the raw pork I sent to buy?"
"Your Excellency, I directly bought 600 pigs and 300 sheep from a squire outside Pingshan County. Adding in the purchases from various places, I now have 800 pigs and 400 sheep."
"Allocate one hundred pigs and sheep and distribute them to the city defense army, Liumenmen and even the county government officials. Everyone has worked hard during this year's snowstorm! The salary of the twelfth lunar month is doubled! It is hard-earned money for everyone!"
Yang Qingyuan is very generous, whether to the victims or his subordinates.
The fundamental reason is that the money does not need to be paid by him or the court.
The Pingshan County grain merchants' previous behavior of manipulating grain prices put a knife hanging over their heads. Yang Qingyuan could use this knife to kill them at any time.
So in order to save their lives, the grain merchants became worried about the country and donated generously.
A total of thirteen thousand taels were raised for disaster relief.
This amount of money was not a small amount to begin with, and the squire of Pingshan County also donated eight thousand taels in order to please the new prefect.
The two thousand one thousand taels of silver made Pingshan County's disaster relief work more efficient.
The money for buying pigs, sheep and bonuses also comes from here.
After handling the last batch of affairs, Zhao Jianfeng also got up and returned home, while Yang Qingyuan lived directly in the county government office.
He did not stay in Pingshan County for long, so he did not buy real estate in Pingshan County.
Shen Bao, Xiao Tao and Xiao Yang Guo who came with him also lived here. This was considered a benefit given by the court to local administrative officials.
Zhao Jianfeng could have lived in the county government originally, but he was originally from Changshan County. He bought real estate in this county and did not live in the county government.
Yang Qingyuan returned to the back office, where little Yang Guo was waving the tassel spear in his hand. With the assistance of Chunyang Wuji Kung Fu, Yang Guo had mastered the basic marksmanship in a few days.
"Good practice!"
After Yang Guo accepted the move, Yang Qingyuan praised him. He had made such progress in just a few days, and he should be considered the protagonist.
"Maogong, the New Year is coming soon. Tomorrow you and Uncle Shen will go to the street to look around and buy some new clothes. If you don't find anything you like, find someone to make some."
"New Year's Eve..."
Yang Guo, who was originally in high spirits, felt a hint of sadness in his eyes when he heard about the New Year.
In the past, my mother was still there during the Chinese New Year.
