Di Ying laughed "hehehe", shook his head slightly with a smile, and replied: "As long as it is beneficial to the people."
Huan Fan looked deeply at Master Di and said after a long time, "She didn't say where she wanted you to go."
When Di Ying heard this, she smiled even more heartily. "Anyway, my life is saved. At worst, I can go back to Dijiazhuang to farm?"
These words made Huan Fan's eyes turn red.
"Sir, you have offended too many people, and you cannot cultivate the land."
"It's okay, I will go farming with you, and I won't let anyone hurt you." Peng Liang said.
Zhao San and others answered without any hesitation: "We will all follow and protect you."
Di Ying glanced at them and pretended to be angry: "Your personal honor and disgrace cannot completely represent you as individuals. You each have family members and descendants behind you, how can you be so willful?
Okay, don't think about these things anymore, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, your family members are all in the capital, and we all move faster.
If there is no time to dig, or if the frozen soil is too hard, it is just something that cannot be dug now. I will mark the location.
Now hurry up and finish what you are doing to make room for Mr. Huan, and we can go back and celebrate the New Year well. "
Huan Fan: "...If you say that again, my lord, I will jump in after the well is drilled."
Di Ying laughed "haha": "We won't fight easily, don't let it ruin it."
Huan Fan: "...Isn't this life of a lower official worse than this well?"
Di Ying nodded: "This well is related to the lives of so many people. You only have one, so you really can't compare."
Speaking of this, Di Ying remembered something and reminded the village chief who came with him to dig a well.
"Well water affects many people, so don't be careless. When the water comes out, put a few small fish or turtles in it. People must keep an eye on it to prevent anyone from looking for the well to commit suicide.
I don’t have time to walk around to inform the people, so I’ll ask the village chief to remember to announce it so that everyone will remember it. "
The village chief and the villagers who came to help all responded in unison.
After Di Ying left Ningzhou, the people of Ningzhou spontaneously gave him justice.
In the middle of the city, a statue of Di Ying and a tall stone tablet inscribed with Di Ying's achievements stood upright.
This is the love and respect that the people have for Mr. Di from the bottom of their hearts.
After hearing about this, Di Ying sent a letter to Huan Fan to move the stone statues and stone tablets to the top of the highest mountain in Ningzhou.
People have opinions.
Huan Fan then conveyed what Master Di told them.
"I just did my duty. I, Di Ying, appreciate everyone's kindness. Just let them stand on a high place. It may be enough to bring peace to Ningzhou for a while."
The people were silent, and they all helped and did as Lord Di said.
And every time someone wants to go to war because of conflicts between ethnic groups, they can see the mountain when they look up and think of Lord Di.
It just died down.
Master Di hopes that they will be well, then they will all be well.
…
After the old emperor heard the censor Guo Han, he vividly described how Di Ying was deeply loved by the people of Ningzhou.
Di Ying was promoted to the second rank and governor of Jiangnan.
At this time, Di Ying was kicked away by His Majesty the Emperor before he even set foot in the capital city.
"Your Majesty really doesn't want to see me."
Di Ying turned the horse's head and went to Zuojinwu Guard with a smile.
After selecting two young generals and thirty Jinwu guards as his own bodyguards, he rushed to the south of the Yangtze River.
Jiangnan Road covers a very wide area. In the entire Guochao territory, apart from Longyou Road, Jiangnan Road has the largest area.
The climate is also completely opposite to that of Longyou Road.
Longyou Road is full of yellow sand and the Gobi is heroic; Jiangnan Road is graceful, graceful, gentle and charming.
Di Ying and others missed the New Year reunion with their families, so they plunged from the cold and dry land into the humid and warm Jiangnan.
I saw a cultural landscape that was almost completely different from that in the north.
Di Ying and others were struggling to learn the language alone.
In Hangzhou, even the counties and languages are a little different.
"Sir, where are you going to learn dialects today?"
The newly appointed deputy captain of the guard team, Nie Bo, with his leopard-like eyes, scratched his scalp and asked for instructions.
Di Ying is drawing a map.
This is a habit he has every time he travels.
Upon hearing Nie Bo's question, Di Ying put down her pen, rubbed her brows, and did not answer. Instead, she asked the other vice-captain, Fang Bin.
"We have traveled across states and provinces and have passed through many states and cities in Jiangnan Province. Have you discovered anything?"
Fang Bin narrowed his eyes when he heard the question.
After thinking for a while, he replied: "People in Jiangnan Province seem to like setting up ancestral halls. Every village, town, and county has one, and some wealthy families also have ancestral halls. Can they support them?"
Fang Bin is as intelligent as a demon, good at thinking and planning, and his martial arts skills are even higher than those of Nie Bo, who practices external qigong. He is the oldest among the guards. 30 years old.
Nie Bo is 27, 2 years older than Di Ying.
Time flies by. Six years have passed unknowingly since Di Ying entered the officialdom.
From being alone, he now has forty-one guards following him.
Except for captain Peng Liang, deputy captains Fang Bin and Nie Bo, the rest of the guards have their own numbers and an identity plate hanging around their necks.
From Zhao San to Lu Sifeng.
"Is it normal to build an ancestral hall? It's the same in the capital city. It seems to be the same everywhere."
Nie Bo is a straightforward person who always says whatever he wants.
Ever since he and Fang Bin were chosen to be with Mr. Di, he could never look at Fang Bin's small eyes, which were almost never widened.
I always feel like this guy is planning something.
Fang Bin was generous and did not care about Nie Bo, a strong man in the army. He only reminded: "There are too many ancestral halls in various states in Jiangnan Province."
"Um,"
In order to prevent the two of them from arguing, Di Ying took over the conversation and said: "Rich families like to build ancestral temples, but they are usually built in their own mansions.
There are several states in Jiangnan Province, but they are all built in the suburban areas outside the state cities. In that case, wouldn't it be troublesome every time we have to worship or kneel down to our ancestors?
And have you discovered it? Some ancestral temples are very luxuriously built, occupy a large area, and even have many people guarding them.
It’s just a few wooden signboards, so it’s a bit extravagant and over-precautionary, right? "
"Sir, are they trying to compare their financial resources? There are many wealthy businessmen in Jiangnan Road, especially Jiangnan East Road." Fang Bin guessed.
Nie Bo instinctively opposed him.
"How can that be compared? Is this too much money and no place to spend it?"
Fang Bin ignored this idiot.
Peng Liang answered.
He patted Nie Bo on the shoulder and said, "Go visit a few stores tonight to find out the situation."
