The officials were dressed in brocade robes and wore tall crowns and wide belts, their expressions solemn and dignified.
Upon entering the hall, everyone performed the grand ceremony of kowtow to the dragon throne, which symbolized imperial power, with extremely standardized and solemn postures.
After the ceremony, everyone took their places in an orderly manner according to their respective positions.
Following this, the performance review session by officials from various regions, resembling a grand and rigorous political event, officially kicked off the grand opening in this solemn and dignified atmosphere.
The atmosphere in the imperial court was so heavy it seemed almost tangible; every breath of air seemed to be frozen by this solemn atmosphere.
The officials, following the established order, marched forward with steady and powerful steps.
They stood upright, like evergreen pines and cypresses, each step firm and steady.
When he gave his report, his voice was loud and clear, echoing in the hall like a great bell.
They recounted in detail the various aspects of their respective jurisdictions, from the minutiae of people's lives to the macro-level planning of economic development.
From the detailed analysis of public security management to the long-term planning of water conservancy construction, everything is covered.
Every word and every sentence seems to weigh a thousand pieces of gold, carrying their high sense of responsibility and deep commitment to local governance.
When the Prefect of Youzhou steadily stepped forward to report his duties, Qin Qianluo's expression, which had been focused on staring ahead, instantly underwent a subtle change.
That familiar local accent was like a sudden warm current, flowing into her heart without warning, creating warm and delicate ripples in the softest corner of her heart.
The ripples continued to spread, as if to awaken all the memories of the past deep within her heart.
She unconsciously turned her head slightly, her eyes filled with a complex mix of emotions—a mixture of emotion, nostalgia, and reminiscence—like a deep lake containing endless stories.
She spoke to Feng Qingyun as if in a murmur, "Yunbao, ever since I came to this completely unfamiliar world..."
Previously, I had only thought that Youzhou was just geographically similar to my previous life, merely a familiar-looking mark on a map.
But I never imagined that even the accents passed down by word of mouth would be so strikingly similar, as if they were copied directly from the depths of my memory.
It has been a very long time since I heard such a warm and familiar accent, as if it came from my hometown. I really miss it, as if I had been accompanied by the accent in a past life.
Those ordinary yet incredibly precious years vividly reappear before my eyes at this moment, seemingly within reach, yet also forever out of reach.
Feng Qingyun's gaze remained fixed on the Youzhou prefect who was giving his report on his duties in the light screen.
The corners of her mouth unconsciously curved slightly, revealing a perfectly gentle smile.
This smile is like the brightest sunshine in spring, capable of dispelling all the gloom in the world and warming and healing people's hearts.
She slowly suggested, "Luo Bao, since you are so attached to that land and your native accent, why not follow your heart and go to Youzhou for a visit?"
Now, Youzhou has been firmly incorporated into Chengxiao's territory, becoming an indispensable part of Chengxiao's vast land, just like a dazzling pearl on a splendid crown.
Given Luo Bao's status, if you harbor any longing, even a fleeting thought would make it easy for you to set foot on that land that holds endless yearning.
Upon hearing Feng Qingyun's enthusiastic suggestion, Qin Qianluo, who had been focused on the voice of the Youzhou prefect, was instantly drawn into deep thought.
His brows furrowed slightly, like willow leaves swaying in a spring breeze, and his eyes revealed solemnity and prudence.
At this moment, her mind was like a machine running at high speed, with countless recent events surging in like a tide, flashing before her eyes one by one.
Sister Su is currently mired in a quagmire of trivial matters, busy from dawn till dusk every day, entangled in various thorny problems and important decisions.
Like a cocoon entangled in silk threads, it has no time to care about anything else.
And I, too, face a myriad of responsibilities. Building a new factory requires meticulous planning for every detail and careful execution for every step.
Today, Chengxiao's iron ore resources are exceptionally abundant, like a vast treasure trove hidden underground, waiting to be rationally developed and utilized.
However, this abundance of resources is not merely a stroke of luck, but also a heavy responsibility.
Its primary function is to meet the enormous demand for military weapon manufacturing, since weapons are the sharpest weapon of a nation.
It is a solid foundation for defending our territory and protecting our homeland, and we cannot afford to be careless in the slightest.
However, at the same time, we must not neglect the daily needs of the people.
The kitchen utensils in ordinary people's homes range from pots that carry the smell of cooking every day, to exquisite and practical bowls and plates, and various ladles and basins that help with cooking.
Each and every one of them is closely related to people's livelihoods, like countless stars illuminating the lives of ordinary people.
There are also the various tools we rely on for our daily hard work, whether it's the hoe that breaks the soil and turns over the vast fields, or the sickle that harvests hope in the golden wheat waves.
Or other various agricultural tools, all of which urgently need to be included in the production plan schedule.
These matters are intricate and interconnected, like a tightly woven net that ensnares her.
Every step is crucial, and every task is urgent. There are simply too many things that she needs to carefully plan and do her best to implement.
After careful consideration, Qin Qianluo sighed softly, a sigh that seemed to carry a great deal of helplessness and regret.
She slowly shook her head, the movement slightly sluggish, as if each shake was filled with reluctance.
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