Although County Magistrate Zhuang sighed and felt both happy and sad about the reality that he had to learn new knowledge every day at his age, he was generally very happy.
After all, every time a memorial is written, it represents a step forward for Fenghe County.
To put it in a broader sense, it is beneficial to the people and the country, and it can also bring one close to immortals. There are only benefits and no harm.
To put it simply, County Magistrate Zhuang was also an ordinary person. After entering the official career, he naturally wanted to go further.
So I feel extra motivated.
After finally completing the memorial and sending it 800 miles to the capital with expedited delivery, County Magistrate Zhuang stood on the second floor of the government office, hands behind his back. He watched the messenger who delivered the memorial ride away, then looked out at the bustling Fenghe County. He said softly, "Fenghe County today is truly different from what it used to be."
Mr. Zhuang, who was accompanying his father, also looked emotional.
Compared to County Magistrate Zhuang, perhaps his feelings are more profound.
When the earthquake occurred in Fenghe County, the houses collapsed and Zhuang Xun was trapped inside. Moreover, the place was remote and could not be easily found.
If the Langyun Immortals had not brought people to dig him out, he would have been buried under that pile of rubble forever.
Thinking of this, Mr. Zhuang said softly, "It is truly a blessing for Fenghe County to receive the help of an immortal."
County Magistrate Zhuang temporarily forgot the slight soreness on his wrist from writing and sighed, "Indeed, the people of Fenghe County should all be grateful for the kindness of the Immortal Realm." He paused, "The Immortal Lord has also been kind to my father."
When Mr. Zhuang heard this, he naturally thought of his father's promotion.
In the State of Qi, not only did they focus on education, they also had a very complete management of official evaluation.
With so much happening in Fenghe County, as the county magistrate, he is bound to be promoted.
If they can go to the capital by then, there is no guarantee that their family will become a wealthy and powerful family.
Zhuang Xun then bowed and said, "I hope all your wishes come true, father."
The governor of Zhuang County did not respond, but instead asked, "Do you know what I am thinking?"
"Family future."
"That's the reason, but there's another important reason as well."
Zhuang Xun was curious: "What's the matter?"
Then, County Magistrate Zhuang smiled, his voice brightening: "If I can get promoted, I won't have to write memorials every day. That would be great."
Zhuang Xun: ...
I never expected that the biggest motivation for my father to get promoted was not having to do homework!
On the other hand, before the memorial was delivered to the capital, the Langyun students in the capital got the news first.
Kun Jingming saw the task updates in the system APP.
At this time, he was invigilating an exam.
But now Kun Jingming's attention was attracted by his mobile phone.
In fact, the task list is usually updated with progress, especially in recent times, when everyone in the school is scattered around to do tasks, and the task list is always refreshed.
Most of the time, they only need to look at what is relevant to them.
But this time, after seeing the progress of Fenghe County's mission, Kun Jingming paused slightly, then took the initiative to contact Ji Liang, and then prepared to go back to discuss with other classmates.
Glancing down, I saw the candidates working hard on their exams.
This exam is called the midterm exam.
The candidates who took part were none other than the young princes of Qi State who had been mischievous before.
But unlike those rebellious ones before who were like reincarnated argumentative people, the little ones nowadays are all very well-behaved. They all stay in their seats obediently, holding pens, and pondering over the papers in front of them.
Even if some young men are unwilling to do the papers or take the exams, they still have to suppress their impatience.
After all, this is what the King of Qi allowed and asked them to do, so they must do it well.
Even though they are not afraid of immortals, they are always afraid of their own father.
The teacher said that the test results would be submitted directly to the king for his personal review.
During the last monthly exam, they almost all failed in mathematics, and no one passed. As a result, they were all brought before the King of Qi, endured the king's wrath, and then returned to the harem, feeling the anger from their mothers for not fighting for their own interests.
After finally getting through it, I would still be ridiculed by my adult brothers, both openly and covertly.
Of course, they didn’t mean that they would be frustrated when being laughed at. After all, they also laughed loudly when their brothers got into trouble.
The key point is that after this monthly exam, the young masters have a clear understanding -
You must do well in the exam.
No matter whether it is a major test, a minor test, an in-class test, a weekly test, a monthly test, or a final test, you must be serious and write hard.
Otherwise, if your grades are not good, you will be tortured three times! Three times!
Not to mention the evil practice of hand-copying names...
When the children thought of this, they were so angry that their teeth were itching. They didn’t know who came up with this evil idea. If they knew about it, they would definitely confront that guy head-on!
"A-choo!"
Fu Yun suddenly sneezed.
This prompted the teacher sitting beside him to ask hurriedly, "Sir, are you feeling unwell?"
Gongzi Yun smiled and said, "It's nothing, my lord, don't worry too much." Just as he finished speaking, he saw Kun Jingming slowly stand up. He then asked, "Immortal Lord, are you leaving?"
Kun Jingming nodded slowly: "Yes, I received the news, and there are some things to deal with."
The Master was curious when he heard this: "Is there any news? I didn't see anyone delivering a letter just now."
Hearing this, Kun squeezed the phone in his pocket. Before he could say anything, he heard Fu Yun speak first, "The way the immortals convey information is naturally beyond our expectations."
Although the Master was old, he had a strong thirst for knowledge and he asked, "I wonder if there is any other way?"
Fu Yun said seriously, "Using magic tools, I can take photos from a distance and transmit sounds into secrets."
Master: So that’s how it is!
Kun Jingming: ...
After pinching the "magic weapon" in his pocket again, Kun was smart enough not to explain further.
He stood up and said softly, "Please both take over the duties of invigilating the exam." Then he left.
Zhang Miaomiao, who has been responsible for protecting Langyun students, also walked out of the examination room.
As soon as she left the room, she asked, "Do you think Fu Yun will be a good invigilator?"
"I definitely will."
"Why? They are his brothers. What if they let him go?"
"No."
Zhang Miaomiao thought about it and nodded in agreement: "That's right. The closer they are to their parents, the more they will consider their future. Appropriate assessments are meant to urge people to move forward and learn more. Fu Jun won't harm them."
Unexpectedly, this time Kun Jingming shook his head and said softly, "I don't think he would have thought of this." He paused slightly, "Do you remember that if they did something wrong, they would write their names as punishment? This idea was thought up by Fu Yun."
Zhang Miaomiao: …
Ah, this is really true, brothers are friendly and respectful to each other.
On the way back, Kun Jingming sent a group message to the students in the capital, while Zhang Miaomiao called Shen Qiao, with whom she was close, to inform her to come to the meeting.
Kun Jingming asked, "She seems very busy recently. I wonder what she is doing?"
Zhang Miaomiao tilted her head and said, "Chen Qiao has been preparing a new dance. It seems that she has gained new inspiration from Qi State and is planning to do something with the drama club. I don't know the details."
As an outsider to the literary and art circles, Kun Jingming did not ask any more questions and just went back to his residence with Zhang Miaomiao.
The students who received the news and did not have any tasks gathered together and waited for their return early.
After Kun Jingming sat down, someone immediately asked, "Why do we have to help Fenghe County solve their problems?"
Kun Jingming's answer was very frank. "The Student Union issued a notice before. In order to complete the task better and faster, everyone in Langyun needs to cooperate with each other within their capabilities." He paused. "And I think we can find a way to deal with Ji Liang's situation. Besides, this is also part of the mission."
Since it is part of the mission, it means there will be points rewards.
The crowd's attitude instantly changed, and someone immediately said, "Let's talk about the content first."
Kun Jingming said, "A lot of preparations have been made in the new village, and everything is in place, and there are results, but the mission is not over yet."
"why is that?"
"Because the core of their mission is to 'promote agriculture', rather than simply completing work in one village and calling it a day."
Everyone looked at each other and quickly understood what it meant.
Promotion means not only to gain something for yourself, but also to bring others along.
In other words, everyone should work together to achieve a moderately prosperous society.
However, given the current speed of information dissemination, I'm afraid the news about Xincun may not spread so easily.
Kun Jingming looked at Ji Liang's reply on his phone and said, "According to his calculations, the next planting will begin soon. If we don't spread the news quickly, we might have to wait until next year. It's not good to delay it too long."
Zhang Miaomiao was curious: "Then why do you think we can help?"
Kun Jingming pointed at the other students and said, "We are in the capital, so some things can be done more conveniently. Besides, many of the people here are related to the media, so they should be good at publicity."
As soon as these words were spoken, the students sat up straight and their brains worked rapidly.
"The most effective tool for publicity is undoubtedly the media."
"Qi State doesn't have a 'newspaper' yet. Perhaps we can think of a way to get this out first, which will naturally increase the publicity."
"But it takes time to do all this, whether it's preparing for printing, setting up a newspaper, or writing articles. It all takes time. Maybe you can expand the influence later. Right now, Fenghe County is obviously quite anxious."
"Then let's spread the news through the storyteller's mouth, just like before?"
"If you ask me, the best way to get results is to just write flyers and distribute them."
"Compulsory education is not yet universal, and the illiteracy rate is high. I don't know how many people will be able to understand what you're doing."
While everyone was talking at once, Shen Qiao on the other end of the phone remained silent.
Zhang Miaomiao was so engrossed in listening that she didn't notice her silence and also forgot to hang up the call.
After a while, the door was pushed open, and Shen Qiao, who had obviously just finished practicing dancing, walked in. She was wearing a beautiful dance dress and had a bun on her head. In her hand, she held a yellow scroll, which she gently placed on the table.
Kun Jingming was the first to see it and was slightly stunned: "What is this?"
Chen Qiao gathered her beautiful dancing clothes and said calmly, "I just went to ask King Qi for the imperial edict."
After hearing this, no one around actually took it too seriously.
Because their division of labor was clear, Chen Qiao, as an outstanding representative sent by the dance academy, came to the capital for cultural exchange.
As for those more urgent or complex tasks, they are completed by several other professionals.
So now everyone thought that the imperial edict in Shen Qiao's hand was about Xinwu, and no one thought about anything else.
Only Zhang Miaomiao, who had been on the phone with her, asked, "Can you tell me what the imperial edict is?"
Chen Qiao said slowly, "Send a message to the eight counties surrounding Fenghe County, organizing people to go to Fenghe County to learn new agricultural techniques. No explanation is needed, this will be enforced."
Everyone: ...Huh???
Chen Qiao didn't notice their expressions. She took out her phone and smiled beautifully, "The mission points arrived so quickly."
As soon as these words were spoken, silence fell all around.
The students who had just been enthusiastically discussing the "One Hundred and Eight Styles of Propaganda" looked at each other with confusion in their eyes.
How could they forget about the King of Qi plug-in?
Does this count as killing the game directly???
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