Chapter 1 Magistrate Jiang Ge Activates the Historical Figures Recruitment System
At the end of the dynasty, the country was in chaos, and famines broke out everywhere.
Songyang County, located in the northwest, was no exception. Last year, it first suffered from an unprecedented drought, followed by a locust plague. People were starving and fled the famine.
Spring plowing season, the morning sun rises.
The plaque hanging at the entrance of the county government office was covered with a thick layer of dust. The four large characters "Songyang County Government Office" on the plaque were obscured by dust and appeared dull and lifeless.
A young boy stood at the entrance of the county government office, carrying a bucket of water in his hand. He looked up at the plaque and sighed inwardly.
"A county head, reduced to wiping plaques." Jiang Ge laughed self-deprecatingly, then lowered his head resignedly.
She set up the ladder and was about to take the rag out of the bucket when she heard hurried footsteps behind her.
"My lord, my lord, you mustn't!"
County Magistrate Xu rushed over, panting as he shouted.
Django didn't turn his head, continuing what he was doing, his tone nonchalant: "What's absolutely impossible?"
Magistrate Xu paced back and forth anxiously, but dared not step forward to stop him. He could only stand aside, worried: "Sir, how can you trouble yourself with such dirty and tiring work by leaving it to the lower-level yamen runners?"
"A yamen runner?"
Django paused, a bitter smile playing on his lips.
In this huge county government office, apart from her and County Magistrate Xu, there are only four yamen runners in the entire Songyang County. They are all old, weak, sick and disabled. How can they be expected to do the work?
Jiang Ge shook his head and continued wiping the plaque.
Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, Magistrate Xu could only stand aside and mutter, "Sir, although Songyang County is currently short of yamen runners, these tasks are not for you to do. As Confucius once said..."
"Confucius once said: 'Don't talk about what's done, don't advise on what's accomplished, and don't blame what's past.'" Jiang Ge interrupted him, his tone slightly teasing.
Magistrate Xu was taken aback, then shut his mouth. Jiang Ge breathed a sigh of relief. If there was anything she was most unaccustomed to since she transmigrated half a month ago, it was that Magistrate Xu beside her was constantly quoting Confucius, which made her head spin.
After the plaque was wiped clean, the entire county government office looked much brighter.
Django climbed down the ladder, dusted off his hands, and looked up at the sky.
As time and space shifted, so did the dynasties. This new dynasty lacked the historical figures she was familiar with; only Confucius's Analects remained in this unfamiliar era, profoundly influencing people around the world.
There was no Qin Shi Huang who unified the six kingdoms, no Wu Zetian who was the only female emperor in history, and no Li Bai whose words could capture half of the Tang Dynasty's glory...
Those figures who once shone brightly in history have vanished one by one, replaced by a history completely unfamiliar to her. The history she knew seemed to have become a legend from another time and space.
In this completely unfamiliar time and space, Django can only be thankful that the original owner's memories are still intact.
Otherwise, she would have been completely clueless.
The original owner's name was also Jiang Ge. Jiang's mother died during childbirth. Before she died, she held on to her last breath and asked Jiang's father to promise that the family property would be left to Jiang Ge.
Jiang's father was heartbroken at the time and naturally agreed. In order to bring honor to the family, he had her dress as a boy from a young age.
Unfortunately...
A man's true feelings can change in an instant. After Jiang's father remarried and had a real son, he naturally found fault with everything about the original owner of this body.
Because she was disguised as a man, the original owner of this body could neither get married nor inherit the family business as a woman.
And so it dragged on and on for several years.
He overheard someone say that the position of magistrate of Songyang County was vacant and could be filled by donating some silver. So, Jiang's father forced the original owner of this body into the position by spending some silver, saying it was to fulfill their final bond as father and daughter.
Songyang County is notorious for being a mess.
Despite its good geographical location, the area is not wealthy, and it suffered from a famine last year, causing most of its people to flee.
If the county suffers another disaster during the new magistrate's term, the imperial court will blame him, and he might lose his head. The area is poor and there is a famine, which makes Songyang County a mess that no one wants to take over. Even a fool would pay money to buy an official position. Of course, it is better to lose it if possible.
No matter what, the original owner was only seventeen years old. She was repeatedly attacked by her biological father, and coupled with the fear of being exposed for disguising herself as a man, she died in terror.
When he opened his eyes again, his soul had transformed into Django from the 21st century.
Django's feelings were complicated after suddenly being transported to another world, but no matter how complicated they were, he had already been in the world for more than half a month and had long since processed them on his own.
Now she even has the mind to daydream, if she has the chance, she would introduce Laozi, Mencius, Zhuangzi and Wang Yangming to Magistrate Xu, so that he won't be constantly reciting the Analects of Confucius.
The thought had barely formed when a cold notification sounded in Django's mind.
[Ding! System 004 activated successfully.]
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Jianglan's endangered scenic area has once again been criticized by the Culture and Tourism Bureau.
While working late into the night revising a plan, she suddenly became connected to a strange system—
【Eternal Cultural Tourism Poverty Alleviation Plan】
The next morning, a young girl dressed in Ming Dynasty Hanfu stood timidly at the ticket office of the scenic area:
"I am Wan Zhen'er. I heard that this place is hiring... so I have come to apply."
Jiang Lan: "...?"
Are extras this lazy these days?
Until Wan Zhen'er disappeared from her sight.
Until the scenic area's live stream was trending on Weibo with the hashtag #Sister'sSwordDanceIsSoCool#.
until--
Empress Lü was extremely popular at the scenic spot, and everyone asked her about promotions and raises.
until--
Xu Fu's fortune-telling business at the scenic area is incredibly popular.
Jiang Lan looked at the rapidly increasing account balance and suddenly realized:
This isn't just hiring; it's bringing together the wisdom of our ancestors in both ancient and modern times!
Later, reporters interviewed the wildly popular "Gujintong" cultural tourism complex:
"How did you come up with the idea of having景区 employees cosplay historical figures?"
"Is this what you call... innovative development of traditional culture?" Jiang Lan wiped his sweat and smiled.
#Our ancestors are also working hard to lift their hometown out of poverty today#
#Two-way poverty alleviation is the most rewarding#
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