The county master is not old, he is not yet thirty years old.
Chang Yu didn't find him in the city. After traveling for more than ten miles, he met the young county magistrate in a village in the north of the city. He couldn't help being surprised. This man was still thirty years old. He had not seen him for more than half a year, but he had a look of vicissitudes of life on his face. Like half a hundred old people.
"You are..." The county magistrate stared at Chang Yu for a long time, then suddenly realized and saluted quickly: "Your Majesty, Yu Chenglong, kowtows to the Governor."
Yes, this is Yu Chenglong, who was praised by Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty as the most honest official in the world.
At the beginning of the year, he was just a sheepherder. Chang Yu sent people to find him from Laibao Village in Shanxi Province, brought him to the capital, and then sent him to a poor county for training. He was left like this for more than half a year. Come here today to have a look, although I don't know what he did. Political achievements, but not important. Just look at the man in front of you and you will know how he became an official. As for political achievements or not, Chang Yu and Yu Chenglong don't care. The most practical thing they care about is whether the people can survive.
"Master Governor, I want to ask you to do something!" No one expected that Yu Chenglong's second sentence was to ask Chang Yu to do something, but Chang Yu was surprised: "Do you want money or food?"
"Everyone wants it!" Yu Chenglong looked expectant.
"None of them!" Chang Yu shook his head lightly and refused: "If this governor can solve the problem, why should you come to this county magistrate all the time? Isn't this the governor's effort to gain your reputation?"
"Master Du Gong..." Yu Chenglong just started but was interrupted by Chang Yu raising his hand: "Now there is famine in many parts of the Ming Dynasty. Both food and money are tight, but the imperial court has never favored one thing over another. All prefectures and counties in the disaster area have allocated funds. Money and food are needed for disaster relief. I can’t give it to anyone, and I really don’t have any money left to start a small stove. The only thing I can do for you is to prevent your superiors from pinching you. I’ll give you as much as you deserve. If someone gets stuck, I’ll hold you back. You can go to Dongchang to report it, he will get rid of all the tough backstage supervisors, but you just need to do what a local parent officer should do!"
"Parent officer...Parent officer..." Yu Chenglong suddenly broke down and covered his face and cried loudly: "It feels like a parent to see your child starve to death and freeze to death... Sir, do you know? How can I be called a parent officer..."
Everyone changed their colors. Chang Yu looked at Yu Chenglong who was kneeling in front of him, leaning his head on the ground and howling loudly. He slowly squatted down and patted his shoulder: "I have experienced that feeling more than you, and it's even worse." I have seen too many dead people than you. I have been on the battlefield and visited the nine sides and seen all kinds of life and death. You are only a county official at this time, and you have only seen the horrors of this county! Wait until you become a magistrate in the future. When you are a prefect and governor, you will see more people and your burdens will be heavier. Do you just kneel down and wail when you encounter difficulties?"
"When will it be over?" Yu Chenglong clenched his fists and pounded the ground hard.
Chang Yu supported him: "Hurry up, hurry up! Give me some time, and I will give you some time." As he said that, he got up and turned around and left with everyone.
"Master County, who was that just now?" After Chang Yu left, a servant helped Yu Chenglong up and asked the question that all the surrounding villagers wanted to ask.
Yu Chenglong wiped away his tears, looked at the backs of those people in the distance, and tried to calm down his emotions: "He is not a human being."
Ah, everyone was shocked, weren’t they human?
"He is the backbone"
"Then Yu Chenglong is an official, and you have praised him so much before, why are you so unworthy that you are crying?" Zhu Cixiang said casually on the way back, but Chang Yu glared at him, and he was immediately frightened, getting along with Chang Yu like this They had never seen him treat him like this for a long time. Let alone Zhu Cihong, the entourage was shocked. How could he treat the prince like this? It was so rude and could even be said to be rebellious.
"Did I say something wrong?" Zhu Cixiang asked carefully. He respected and admired Chang Yu very much but was also really afraid of him.
"If you sincerely serve the people, I'm afraid you won't be able to stay here for more than a month and you will cry even more miserably than him! Only those people who are just eating corpses have no feelings and only know how to cater to their superiors!" Chang Yu suppressed his anger. He said word for word, but Zhu Cixi could feel that he was very angry, and he quickly said: "I was wrong, I shouldn't..."
"That's all, you can't empathize with me even if you are in a different position." In fact, Chang Yu was not affected entirely by Zhu Cixiang's words, but because of an emotion that was too suppressed.
"Remember my words, no matter whether I live or die in the future, as long as you become the emperor, you must use this person. This person is an important weapon of the country, and he will ensure that you will be able to use him for a long time!" Chang Yu said to Zhu Cixiang seriously, Zhu Cixiang nodded vigorously: "You will not die. I also remember your words and will use them again in the future."
One day later, when they arrived at the Handan City of Guangping Prefecture (the prefecture governs Yongnian County, today's Guangfu Town, Yongnian District, Handan), Chang Yu and his party did not enter the city but went directly to the Luzu Temple in the north of the city, which is Li Muxian's Taoist temple, near the Huangliangmeng Luzu Temple. , this is an ancient Taoist temple built in the Song Dynasty, but it was almost destroyed by war, dilapidated and desolate like ruins. Chang Yu walked around it and asked the villagers next to him: "Do you recognize Li Muchian?"
"Daozhang Li, I'm traveling in the clouds."
"Do you know where to go?"
The villagers shook their heads and said, "Go to the temple and ask, maybe you will know."
Is there anyone else in the audience? This surprised Chang Yu and his party, because from the outside it looked like no one was living there, but they didn't expect that there was actually someone living inside. The caretaker was a middle-aged Taoist priest in his forties who was lame in his left leg.
What is even more surprising is that this lame Taoist priest claimed to be Li Muchian's nephew, but he complained a lot about his uncle: "He has been causing trouble outside all year round. At the beginning of the year, the bandit army came and destroyed the temple, and the Taoist priests fled in all directions." But most of them died in the war..." After that, he was the only one who came back. But two months ago, his uncle asked someone to come and learned that someone was there, so he sent someone to send another ten taels of silver and left a message saying that he would return someday. This is the day when Lu Zuguan was rebuilt and when it became famous.
Maybe it’s true! Everyone laughed, but his nephew shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying that his uncle always liked to praise Haikou and his words were not taken seriously.
Chang Yu smiled and said nothing. He walked around the Taoist temple and left some money before leaving. The Taoist priest chased him out and asked, "But the uncle caused trouble outside again?".
"If we cause trouble, we are here to cause trouble. Why bother leaving incense?" Chang Yu said with a smile: "Maybe I can trust your unreliable uncle for once, and the king may really return in the future." The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his head, smiled bitterly, and turned around to leave.
"Li Muxian is proficient in deceiving and abducting, and is stingy and stingy. He probably has hundreds of taels of silver in his hands, but he only sent ten taels of silver to his nephew. He is so stingy." Kuang Ren couldn't help laughing and scolding.
"That old liar probably has nearly a thousand dollars in his hands." Chang Yu sighed and looked back: "But it is far from enough to rebuild a Taoist temple. Although ten taels of silver is not much, it is enough for one person to live without worries for food and clothing for a year. Okay, this old liar may seem dishonest, but he actually has a lot of story inside."
No one understands Li Muchian better than Chang Yu. He seems to be a very unreliable Taoist who only knows how to deceive and deceive. In fact, he has always had a firm wish in his heart to rebuild the ancestral temple!
