Shuiyunjian found Uncle Fu early in the morning and talked about the things that were slandering Mr. Di.
Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Mr. Shui, don't worry about this matter for now. I have my own plans. What you need to do now is to carefully conceive the new book."
Shuiyunjian noticed that Uncle Fu was always smiling, and she felt a little strange.
Something just feels off.
He muttered a few curses to himself, but replied aloud, "Definitely, definitely..."
I'm going back inside to prepare to go to the online forum and dominate the scene.
Uncle Fu arrived at the workshop with a mysterious air and solemnly instructed, "You will have half a day off for the next two days to go home and get a change of clothes. For the next day and a half, you are not allowed to leave the workshop. You can only go home when Mr. Jia's latest work is published."
Although the crowd was puzzled, Uncle Fu casually said, "Each person will receive an extra fifty coins for overtime pay per day, and for lunch and dinner, each person will have a large bowl of meat and a pound of liquor."
Just as I was about to grumble a few words, I instantly changed it to: "Shopkeeper, you're so generous."
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Yingzhou Prefecture.
The officials in charge of the eight counties all gathered together temporarily, drinking tea and chatting.
There was a handsome man, about thirty years old, who spoke to people in a very amiable manner.
On her feet were a pair of clean, spotless, exquisite boots, clearly just bought and never having had the chance to come into contact with the soil.
Yang Luobai cupped his hands and said calmly, "Fellow colleagues, the people in the southern capital are having a hard time. The Prefect will ask you all to share some of the burden tomorrow and ask you to go back and take in some of the refugees."
I believe everyone should shoulder this responsibility and share the burden with those above.
Someone chuckled and said:
“We are no match for Brother Yang. Quannan County, where Brother Yang is located, is a major town for papermaking, with numerous commercial ports and abundant wealth. We are counting on Brother Yang to help us share the burden. We might even have to ask Brother Yang to raise more money and share it with us.”
With so many people around, their chatter quickly became unsettling, and his expression stiffened slightly.
"My colleagues are too kind. Not long ago, a fire broke out in the workshop. No one was injured, but a lot of goods were damaged. The workshop paid a large sum of money to out-of-town merchants, and the county government was also unable to collect heavy taxes from the workshop."
"Oh, that's quite a coincidence."
Someone's words were meaningful, which made Yang Luobai grit his teeth.
Another handsome man, dressed simply except for a jade pendant hanging from his waist, swayed slightly as he spoke, then stood up to smooth things over:
"My lords, I believe that Lord Yang's words make sense. We should work together and each contribute according to our own capabilities. Lord Yang is right."
Some people wondered, "Is this colleague the magistrate of Bozhou County?"
Huang Bangchang lowered his head and said meekly, "I am currently the chief clerk of Bozhou County and acting county magistrate. The county magistrate broke his leg and is recuperating at home. He specifically asked me to come and attend in his place."
Magistrate Su sat to the side, quietly drinking tea.
A rather eccentric person.
He acted as the county magistrate in the capacity of a registrar and also attended meetings in place of the county magistrate.
The others looked at him with strange expressions, thinking, "You've got some powerful connections, kid."
It was evening.
Li, the clerk, whispered to Magistrate Su, "Sir, should we meet with the prefect beforehand and offer to pay for his tea and meals? We can afford to support a hundred or so refugees. But if the prefect really reveals that we have hundreds of people, then he's just a money-devouring beast that eats without ever getting anything in return."
Magistrate Su shook his head: "I won't. The money I would have given to the Prefect for tea is not as good as the money I would have used to make a bowl of rice for the disaster victims."
I don't want to.
If being an official is merely for personal convenience, and not for genuinely doing practical things for the people, then what's the point of my position?
One sentence silenced Master Li.
He knew that this gentleman was extremely principled, or to put it bluntly, as stubborn as a wild buffalo.
Once he's made up his mind, not even ten oxen could sway him.
But this is also what deeply attracted Master Li.
Having principles means you won't act recklessly while in office.
Although he was just a staff member, he was, in the end, a half-educated man who had read books.
If you're only doing this for money, regardless of your conscience, then the pay is really hard to come by.
Master Li smiled slightly; this was the reason why he had been following Magistrate Su for so many years.
evening.
Yang Luobai changed his clothes, looked at the white, exquisite boots covered in mud, and ordered, "Throw them away."
The maid nodded and brought out a pair of exquisite, brand-new boots from the room. Yang Luobai didn't even lift his feet, letting the maid put them on for him.
Despite the maid's efforts, Yang Luobai still wouldn't lift his foot. The maid used one hand to lift his foot while holding his shoe in the other.
*Splat*
Yang Luobai's foot was on the ground.
"Master, this servant deserves to die."
"It's alright, just be more careful in your next life."
The steward standing outside the door quickly dragged the person away.
The clerk inside the room frowned slightly and said softly, "Master, we are now in Yingzhou Prefecture."
Yang Luobai smiled and said, "Master, are you teaching me how to do things?"
"Master, I dare not."
Yang Luobai gave an order: "Forget it, give that maid a chance. Since the clerk has spoken up."
"yes."
Yang Luobai changed into a brand new set of clothes, spotless, and wore a pair of brand new, snow-white boots.
He was carrying a small, exquisite wooden box.
Under the cover of night, wearing a black cloak, he quietly went to the prefect's house.
But just as they turned the corner, they clearly saw a familiar person. Although he was wearing a cloak, they recognized him.
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