Zhu Yunwen simply smiled, and he and Zhao Qingzhu continued into the sandstorm to observe its conditions from all angles.

The first thing is naturally the construction that can be seen.

The dust storms have been contained, but the infrastructure has been improved. Roads have been paved, bridges have been built where there is water, and landmark buildings have been erected where there are roads.

In addition, some factories have been built in this sand city, including a toilet water factory, a cement factory, and a bicycle factory.

All of these have greatly helped the local economy and the employment of the people.

Zhu Yunwen was quite satisfied with it.

And then, he went to the county government office.

The county government office was also quite luxurious, which somewhat displeased Zhu Yunwen.

Zhu Yunwen was particularly averse to officials using money to build things for the government.

These places don't actually need to be built too elaborately; just having a general shape is enough. Building them too luxuriously is a waste of resources.

So Zhu Yunwen went up the steps of the yamen (government office) to check the accounts and learn about the various data related to the sandstorm.

He was stopped by a constable as soon as he got close, who said:

"How can I help you?"

Zhu Yunwen frowned slightly and said:

"The imperial court has long had relevant policies that county-level government offices should be open to the public, and people can come and go freely. Why are you stopping me here?"

The constable then spoke up, saying:

"The regulations of the imperial court are one thing, but their implementation at the local level is another. The county magistrate here stipulates that any matter must be reported and registered, otherwise one cannot enter at will."

Zhu Yunwen frowned upon hearing this and snorted:

"Making arbitrary rules would break the rules of the imperial court. This local magistrate has a lot of nerve."