The group walked towards the county government office in a mighty manner, facing the gazes of the crowd.
It is called the county government office, but it is actually just a not very big house. Some places can be seen to have been in disrepair for a long time. It is really different from the county magistrate's residence.
They walked to the door but didn't see anyone. Could it be that the county magistrate was neglecting his duty?
Zhao Jun didn't care about anything else and walked in directly. In the bright lobby, there was only an old man writing at his desk.
He looked up when he heard their movement.
"You, who are you?" The old man, who was not young, stood up and asked with his eyes narrowed.
Wang Deng recognized this person at a glance.
"Mr. Cao, it's me, Wang Deng."
Wang Deng walked up and greeted him respectfully.
"Oh, it's Lord Wang. I'm so sorry for not welcoming you. The county received word a few days ago that you were coming, but they didn't tell me the specific date. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience."
The old man bowed slightly.
"Mr. Cao, this is Mr. Zhao, the Internal History who is traveling with me." Wang Deng introduced.
"This, this is Lord Nei Shi."
The old man was very nervous. The highest-ranking official he had ever met in his life was Wang Deng from Xianyang. He didn't expect that the Internal History would be accompanying him this time.
He hurriedly wanted to kneel down and salute.
"No, you're welcome, old sir."
Zhao Jun quickly helped her up. She really couldn't accept an old man in his sixties kowtowing to her.
"Master Zhao, this is the county magistrate, Cao Yongtian. He is mainly responsible for the county's clerical work. He is a native of this county and has served in the county for his entire life. He is highly respected."
Wang Deng admired the old gentleman very much and his words were full of praise.
"No, no, it's not that I'm highly respected, I've just been doing this job all my life, so practice makes perfect."
The old man replied very humbly.
"Mr. Cao, is the county magistrate here?"
Zhao Jun was willing to show some respect to this seemingly good-looking Mr. Cao, but he had not seen the head of the county government office yet after talking for so long.
Where did the newly appointed county magistrate go?
"Oh, it's like this. Lord Wang, as you know, the previous magistrate has been transferred, and the new one who took office this year is amazing. He's been planning to open a school in the county for a few months now, and he should be looking for a place in Nanluoting."
When talking about the newly appointed county magistrate, Mr. Cao, his face was full of smiles.
You can tell from his face how satisfied he is with the county magistrate.
"Open a school? The county wants to open a school?"
Zhao Jun was a little surprised when she heard what Mr. Cao said, but she didn't understand the whole story yet so she didn't ask any more questions.
"Well, please ask someone to lead the way. I want to go to that Nanluo Pavilion and take a look."
Of course she had to go and see such an interesting thing.
"Okay, okay, I'll find someone to take you there."
Old Cao had difficulty walking, so he walked out of the yamen and shouted to the side. Soon, a middle-aged man came out of the mud house next door.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
I didn’t expect that it was Mr. Cao’s son.
"Boss, these distinguished guests are going to Nanluo Pavilion to see the county magistrate. You take them there. Be careful and don't neglect them."
Old Cao gave instructions to his son, and then spoke to Zhao Jun.
"Everyone else in the county, except those on duty, should be with the county magistrate. Since he's my eldest son, let him lead the way. Sorry for the inconvenience."
There are not so many rules in a small county town. Everyone is from the same village, and everyone knows each other when they call out to each other.
Zhao Jun was familiar with this neighborhood culture and didn't think it was a big deal.
"Okay, those distinguished guests, please come this way."
The middle-aged man pointed the way to them respectfully.
"This is Mr. Cao's eldest son, his name seems to be Cao Yu..."
Wang Deng walked and talked, but he couldn't remember for a moment.
"Master Wang, I am Cao Chunyu. I didn't expect you to still remember me."
After hearing this, Zhao Jun glanced at him. The man was about 1.8 meters tall, with a strong build and a dark face.
Chunyu? This name doesn't suit him at all.
Qingliu, who was walking behind, also smiled after hearing this.
"Yes, it's the Spring Rain. I heard from Mr. Cao that it was spring and the crops were in urgent need of a spring rain. He was born after that rain, so he was named that."
Wang Deng knew what they were laughing at and explained.
So that's what it means. Zhao Jun nodded. This is a great name for farmers.
Spring rain is so important, as precious as oil.
"Yes, that's what I mean." The man smiled embarrassedly.
"What's the new county magistrate's name? What do you think of him?"
Zhao Jun started to inquire without any hesitation.
"The new county magistrate is Lu Jing. He's a very nice and friendly person."
Speaking of Lu County Magistrate Cao Chunyu's face was also full of smiles.
"That's great! What did the magistrate do?"
"That's a lot. County Magistrate Lu would occasionally visit every household to offer help. He would also go to ask about the needs of villagers who lived far away. He often went to the village and even farmed in the fields himself. He would also help illiterate villagers write letters. In short, he was a very humble person."
Cao Chunyu spoke excitedly, praising non-stop.
"That's great! I heard the county magistrate wants to open a school recently. What's going on? Didn't the county have one before?"
This is something that Zhao Jun is very concerned about at the moment.
"That's right, sir. Our county has never had a university. Families with better financial conditions would send their children to the prefecture where there is a school, but ordinary people like us definitely can't afford to go there."
"When people in the village want to learn to read, they go to the village old teacher, the kind who has gone to school for a few days and can at least read. Each family gives them a little food, and during the slack season, they will teach the children to read. There are such people in almost every village."
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