Mr. Di has some special feelings for Longcheng County and even that remote Jiangzhou.
It was a peaceful and indifferent spiritual place when his career and ambition were both frustrated and at a low ebb.
Jiangzhou has often demoted officials since ancient times.
Far away from the power center of Guanzhong and Beijing.
Longcheng is the most remote county town in Jiangzhou.
Next door, Yunmeng Guze is rumored to have a goddess and fairy passing by.
Master Di especially remembers the delicious farm-style stir-fries and pickled pickled mustard.
The folk customs are simple and dull, but they still retain the fierce and bloody spirit of the children of Wu and Yue.
It is a pity that the poor mountains and poor rivers, and the frequent floods, are more frequent than those in the south of the Yangtze River. Unfortunately, it has given rise to superstition among the people, resulting in many obscene sacrifices to water-related ghosts and gods in the territory.
So before Master Di was transferred away, he left behind an ingenious sluice that he was quite satisfied with.
It saves money, is easy to make, is efficient in water control, and has immediate results.
But now.
Someone wiped out his sluice gate on the map of Dragon City and added a new canal that was large and ingenious.
Change blocking to dredging.
Turn decay into magic.
"Butterfly Creek, Broken Wings... Canal? Broken butterfly wings?"
On the table in the study room, there is an unfolded map album, and the wrinkles caused by the folding have been smoothed out repeatedly by the withered palm of a fat old man.
There is a finger, and the pad of the finger slides slowly along the conspicuous straight water channel on the map, from the ferry at the west end to the ferry at the east end.
It seems like he is concentrating on simulating something.
After burning the incense, the fat old man who was sitting at his desk suddenly leaned back, leaned back on the chair, and nodded:
"The orphans are gone and everything is restored. This county is no longer poor and poor. The bad water has been cured and the mountains are no longer poor."
A smile appeared on Di Fuzi's face and he turned his head.
It was only then that he looked at a letter submitted by a disciple of the Xie Xun Sect in addition to this wonderful album.
The previous atlas only contained maps and detailed displays of the folded wing canals, without any mention of the construction or promoters.
Master Di took out the letter, spread it out, lowered his eyes, and scanned it up and down.
Xie Xun, who was sent to the south of the Yangtze River to look after the family of the deposed King Xunyang, showed off his beloved disciple in his daily life.
However, this time, as the recognized leader of the Confucian sect among scholars all over the world, the fat old man who received letters like snowflakes every day did not hastily scan these self-recommendation or recommendation letters and shelve them in a shelf like before.
He stood up, walked to the bookcase, and murmured: "Dragon City Order, Ouyang Lianghan..."
Master Di took out a letter from a stack of letters on the bookcase, opened it, and read it again.
This letter was delivered to Luojing as soon as possible after Yushi Zhongcheng Shen Xisheng went to the south of the Yangtze River as an inspection envoy to deal with floods and investigate rice cases.
In addition to introducing the details of this trip to the south of the Yangtze River, the censor Zhongcheng also praised a young county magistrate. At the end of the letter, he also mentioned rather bitterly that he was a "disciple of Xie Xun."
Ouyang Lianghan.
Master Di was somewhat impressed.
Tanhua Lang, who had been on the list of Jinshi for a long time in the first year, also got a good name, and was first recognized by the Queen. After Ding's mother worried about him, he returned to Beijing to serve as the censor.
However, seemingly induced by the Wei family, he impulsively remonstrated with the favored and arrogant Princess Changle, contradicted the queen in court, received a royal staff of seventy, and was imprisoned.
This incident directly caused the King Xiang, who lived in seclusion in the palace, to be very dissatisfied.
Princess Changle is the biological sister of King Xiang, also named Li. She already sympathizes with her paternal relatives and is the one whom King Xiang tries his best to win over.
Ouyang Lianghan was born in a Confucian academy and was naturally a member of the conservative Qingliu school.
Well, let’s put aside for the moment the fact that Princess Changle is arrogant and oversteps the rule of law. Well, with Empress Wei setting an example from the front, what’s wrong with Princess Zhou and other female nobles being so arrogant?
He should have sat on Lishi and Qiantong's side, but the blade turned inwards and stabbed one of his own people?
Push the important allies you want to win over to the archenemy Wei, and care only about right and wrong, not the butt?
Where does this fool who can only tell right from wrong come from?
The Prime Minister was quite angry. The idea that came out at that time was that Ouyang Lianghan should be allowed to destroy himself, and they, the old Baoli ministers, should be left alone and die in prison. By the way, it would also help Princess Changle calm down and let this person The matter will be over soon.
However, after all, Ouyang Lianghan was born in Bailudong Academy, and he was a scholar and disciple of Xie Xun who was very popular among scholars in the north and south.
Therefore, at that time, several veterans from Bailudong, including Shen Xisheng, tacitly submitted a letter to try, and then joined the excited Luoyang Shilin Qing discussion... and finally fished out the person.
However, Ouyang Lianghan was also casually sent to the remote Jiangzhou by Her Majesty the Queen to become the magistrate of Zhima County.
Although he has gained the reputation of a gentleman in the hearts of the world.
But it also offended the Prime Minister and Princess Changle. Most of the pro-Left ministers in the court reached a consensus that they did not dare to help anymore and would not take care of it for the time being.
Later, only Xie Xun still cared about this beloved disciple and often introduced him to him.
However, he did not dare to ask for too much. As long as his beloved disciple was safe, he regarded it as going to a place to practice and smooth out the edges. He was very grateful for the help from friends such as Shen Xisheng before...
The storm was not big, but it was not small either.
Master Di didn't ask too much. He was still busy with a more important thing at that time.
So these are what Shen Xisheng and several other ministers are running about.
However, Di Fuzi also tacitly agreed to this.
In addition to maintaining the clear tradition of the censor's courage to speak out and remonstrate,
He actually wanted to see if Her Majesty the Queen's attitude had changed.
Since Her Majesty the Queen came to the court to seize the throne of her son and control the world, she used her natal family's Wei family, ruthless and cruel officials, and Yin and Yang family's Qi practitioners to clean up the court vigorously, and changed her title to the Queen of Zhou Dynasty.
"He Qing Hai Yan" has been going on for too long, and Master Di has not seen such a brave and fearless young man for a long time.
He dared to prepare the coffin in advance, offended the holy face, contradicted the princess, criticized Sang and Huai, and scolded the mother and daughter together.
Since the Wei family wanted to use Ouyang Lianghan to attack Princess Changle and throw dirty water on the ministers of the Baoli faction.
Then he would also use Ouyang Lianghan's incident to ask for directions.
Master Di wants to see if Her Royal Highness, who has been sitting in the court for many years and feels that the legal system has been firmly established, will start to pay attention to the names of her predecessors and posthumous names, and consider the so-called "eternal holy names".
Most of the emperors who were so happy about their achievements cherished their wings, even if they were visible.
The final result was that, with the excitement of scholars all over the world and the widespread sympathy of the public in Luoyang City, Her Majesty the Queen was furious, but she finally suppressed her murderous intention.
Later, he took advantage of Princess Changle's initiative to not kill Ouyang Lianghan and not give him a chance to be remembered in history. He followed the donkey downhill and did not kill Ouyang Lianghan.
He was also promoted in name and expelled from the capital.
It seems that His Majesty is getting old after all and has begun to realize some of his posthumous affairs and reputation.
And all the cold-blooded things done before are beginning to be covered up.
In recent years, the widespread praise of peaceful times is the most obvious example.
She is trying hard to imitate Taizong's legacy.
Master Di sighed and shook his head.
No matter what, Queen Dongming has such a change of heart, he can start to slowly advance on some topics that cannot be mentioned before.
From this point of view, Ouyang Lianghan's incident of admonishing Princess Changle had both advantages and disadvantages, and it was indeed very beneficial, although the young man also did it half-heartedly.
However, Master Di didn't like him very much, a young man who could only tell right from wrong.
Because lying down and doing nothing, just distinguishing right from wrong, is easy;
But it is difficult to stand up, get up and do practical things.
Moreover, sometimes it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong.
Even saints may not be able to understand this.
He studied when he was young and read thousands of books. He found that distinguishing right from wrong simply stumped countless heroes throughout the ages.
But it is like an addictive tonic that makes young people extremely excited. In the end, they will only be able to distinguish right from wrong all day long, and they will waste their real work. So when he was young, he determined not to be a so-called upright official who could only distinguish right from wrong...
Outside the window of the study room, a forest was swarming together. The sound of rustling came into the house, and the thin corners of the letter paper in the fat old man's hand were fluttered.
Master Di glanced at the picture of the folded-wing canal that was blown up by the wind on the desk, and thought thoughtfully:
"Not only can you tell right from wrong..."
The next day, Master Di got up early and went to the morning court. He usually led the civil and military personnel of the court and had an audience with the queen.
After going to court, he was retained by Her Majesty the Queen. He went with the Holy Emperor to the Hall of Renshou and was given an embroidered stool. They sat together to receive the envoys paying tribute from foreign countries. The latter bowed their heads and paid homage to their ministers, singing praises in reverence. The Queen supported her chin with the back of her hand. Quite satisfied with the reward, Master Di sat next to him with an expressionless face...
Half an hour later, the old queen finally let the fat old man go and returned to the official residence.
Mrs. Di slowly returned to the Fengge Hall, sat down on the small desk by the window, and played with her plans.
The officials in the two rows of Feng Pavilion below glanced up at the palace from time to time.
Master Di lowered his head to settle accounts, as usual.
As the prime minister on the spot, countless pairs of eyes, whether enemies or friends, were staring at him every move he made, guessing his motives and trying to figure out his thoughts.
Master Di has long been used to it.
Nothing to say for a day.
At the second quarter of the first lunar month, Master Di left his seat and was still the first to leave the palace.
But this time, he slowed down a little, a little slowly. When passing by the censor's platform, he happened to meet Shen Xisheng, the censor Zhongcheng, who was also of low rank.
"Master." Shen Xi saluted.
Master Di put his hands behind his back, said softly "Hmm", and walked ahead.
Shen Xisheng followed calmly.
The two of them seemed to be on their way to Yingtianmen, and happened to avoid the large crowds on the main road.
During the short journey, Di Fuzi said a few words to Shen Xisheng without looking back.
The latter was slightly stunned. Before he could ask any more questions, the two of them approached Yingtian Gate. Master Di stepped forward to meet Lord Zhu Zi, leaving Shen Xisheng behind.
The censor Zhongcheng looked thoughtful.
Early the next morning.
A young supervisory censor from the censor's desk walked into the Tianguan Libu Department with his head held high, carrying a piece of paper.
The young censor requested that the performance test reports submitted by various states and counties in Jiangnan Province this year should be taken away for review by the superior.
The Yushitai has the power to supervise all officials, including reviewing the official promotion credentials, so it is not surprising that these files are used.
The official of the Department of Personnel glanced at the seal and signature of Mr. Shen in the lower right corner of the document to confirm that it was correct, then turned around and led the people to the warehouse to get the files.
…
The night is as cold as water.
In Jishanfang, there is a low-key and simple mansion. The busy traffic outside the door during the day has long dispersed, and it is not until late at night that it becomes slightly quiet.
At this moment, the lights in the prime minister's residence were sparsely lit.
This is in sharp contrast to the surrounding wealthy mansions that are brightly lit all night long, as well as the gorgeous Zhulou buildings shining with colorful lights on the Luoshui River and Linshui Long Street not far away.
That's right, in Luoyang, the prime minister and a skilled woman who loves to sweat can even live in the same neighborhood.
The streets in Luoyang City are criss-crossed, and the lanes are adjacent to each other. The special lane system facilitates management. Although there is a curfew, Luoyang City is the most prosperous place in the world, with a population of millions.
The curfew only restricts the movement of people between various lanes, and does not restrict the special nightlife within a single lane.
The bustle of a brothel on the bank of Luoshui not far away did not disturb the silent atmosphere in a certain study room at all.
Master Di quietly read through the memorials and examination papers.
On the table, a single bright light dimly illuminated the names of officials from Jiangzhou, Jiangnan Province on the memorials and examination papers.
There was even a flash of the four-character name "Ouyang Lianghan" on one of the memorials.
All the reports and memorials about Longcheng's flood control and Zheyi Canal are here.
It also includes testimonials recording the evaluations and experiences of officials at all levels of state and county.
It's all about the construction history and details of that folded-wing canal.
Although Luodu is thousands of miles away from Jiangnan Road, the whole process of a young county magistrate's silent construction of Zheyi Canal was gradually pieced together in the mind of the fat old man who squinted under the light.
Confucius Di never listens to this kind of thing.
Even close disciples such as Xie Xun and Shen Xisheng.
"Ah."
Master Di chuckled.
He read through the memorials reported by officials about the Broken Wing Canal, and somewhat understood why this water conservancy construction has made great contributions to the contemporary era and will benefit the future.
After reporting it to Luoyang, it did not cause even a trace of discussion in Tianguan and other three provinces and six ministries.
Except for the Ministry of Civil Affairs, Shangguan, who is responsible for evaluating the performance of local officials, neglected his duties.
There is also the reason why this entire channel for feedback on local officials’ performance is almost completely rigid and blocked.
In these memorials, more than half of the inspection officials of Jiangzhou Prefecture, as well as officials of several counties around Longcheng County who had been benefited, expressed their praise without hesitation.
But there are also some who talk in general terms, or some who praise but also criticize, such as Wang Lengran, the governor of Jiangzhou.
Let’s take a look, all the achievements and projects reported to the Heavenly Officials and Departments by other states and counties in the world are uniformly praised, and they work together in a tacit understanding, making the praises fly to the sky.
His political achievements were only three cents, but they were boasted as ten cents.
But this broken-wing canal is good, it is a solid product and has a shining political achievement.
In the end, it didn’t go well with the results. There were also a group of people who secretly tried to hold back, and received mixed reviews.
In the eyes of the Ministry of Personnel assessment officials, it would be good to get a five-point score. This also requires the assessment officials to have some knowledge of water conservancy and be considered knowledgeable.
The fat old man put down the stack of memorials, shook his head, closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.
After a while, he opened his eyes, turned his head silently, and picked up the mediocre memorial that was alone in his hand.
Look through it again.
This memorial is signed "Ouyang Lianghan".
It was none other than the chief official of Longcheng County, Xie Xun's beloved disciple.
However, among the many officials who presented memorials on their political achievements, he was the most outrageous one.
The chief officials in other places also knew that Mrs. Wang was selling melons to brag about herself.
This Ouyang Lianghan is good, he seems to have left the whole process of praise to the county government official Diao Xiancheng with confidence and boldness.
However, there was no words of praise in his memorial, and rows of numbers were pasted on it, as if he was afraid that the official of the Ministry of Personnel, who was leisurely drinking tea, could understand it.
The candlelight gave off an orange halo, illuminating the densely packed numbers like tadpoles on the memorial of a certain young county magistrate.
"interesting."
The fat old man suddenly laughed.
He squeezed the memorial's fingers and tapped the page cover subconsciously, as if he was moving a set of calculation chips.
This young man likes to throw around numbers. Coincidentally, he, Mrs. Di, is also most familiar with numbers.
"Do you also like to settle accounts?"
Ouyang Lianghan made a careful calculation in this memorial.
He calculated how much silver and grain Longcheng County saved Jiangzhou and the imperial court during this disaster relief and flood control, and how many victims were fed.
After figuring it out, he reversely supported several nearby disaster-stricken counties, and even replenished the Jimin warehouse in Jiangzhou that had been gnawed away by rats.
Calculated, he spent almost no money from the court and recruited rice merchants to invest in the construction of the Zheyi Canal and the new ferry. How much invisible income can he increase for the people of Longcheng every year, and how much business and trade official taxes can be repaid to the court...
Account after account, column after column of figures, were listed in this memorial in black and white by the young county magistrate.
This is the biggest show off of a local official.
However, this factual memorial was lying quietly in the dark warehouse of the Tianguan Libu Department, pressed at the bottom of the box, as new as ever.
It was not handed over to Her Majesty the Queen or any political minister.
If Ouyang Lianghan hadn't happened to be recommended by someone above him, a famous Confucian mentor from the fifth surname and Qiwang.
Master Di closed the memorial and sighed slightly.
"It's an excellent seedling that can be used as a cook. I almost missed it. I have to 'catch' it and not let it go."
"How to arrange it? Should we transfer him back to the capital and train him closely and slowly, or should he be nearby... and give him a way to reach heaven, although the risk to that family is actually quite high..."
He stared at the empty study room in front of him and was silent for a while. Then he suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the pile of memorials and examination papers in front of him three feet forward.
The gentle breeze fanned out by the fat old man's gesture of pushing his hands and asking you to help yourself caused the yellow candle on the table to sway, but it never went out.
He faced the empty room and showed a smile:
"It's up to you to choose."
Xiaorong went to adjust his schedule. The next chapter will be updated tomorrow afternoon, good brothers!
(End of chapter)
