Chapter 77 This is what I really think
There are more and more post-disaster incidents.
There were not enough people, so the principal led the students of Nanqi Academy to help.
"Everything Uncle Ji An did was for the common people, but look at them." Meng Xuanlang looked angrily at the gate of the county government office not far away, which was covered with a lot of snow and mud. The people passing by threw some snowballs, and some even filled baskets with snowballs and threw them. They had no food to eat, but they were still doing this kind of thing because they had nothing better to do.
Xie Jian, Chen Heng, and Meng Xuanlang hid in the corner and watched what was happening in front of them.
Xie Jian sneered, "These are the people the Master is determined to protect."
"Ordinary people just don't understand." Although Chen Heng was angry, she still said objectively: "Many people only like to look at the surface." She often made this mistake.
"So we can forget all the good things you did for the people in the past?" Xie Jian found this ridiculous.
"That's right." Meng Xuanlang supported what Ajian said.
Chen Heng glanced at the two of them and said, "Didn't you say that 'loving the people is about being close to them'? You can't stand this?" As she spoke, she walked towards the side door of the yamen. In recent days, she had been entering the county yamen through the side door.
Meng Xuanlang thought for a moment and said, "What my sister-in-law said is right." Seeing Xie Jian looking at him coldly, he quickly said, "Of course, I support Ah Jian. They are too arrogant."
Within the yamen, the six departments each have their own responsibilities.
When the three entered the hall, several adults in official robes had just finished their discussion and stood up to leave one by one.
"Oh, isn't this Xie Jian?" The adult saw Xie Jian and nodded in praise: "At such a young age, you have extraordinary insights."
"A sixteen-year-old boy has a bright future."
"I remember you were already a Tongsheng at the age of seven. If it weren't for your father..." The adult immediately stopped talking and smiled: "You did a good job this time."
Xie Jian and Meng Xuanlang bowed and saw the adults off, and Chen Heng also bowed beside them.
Lu Ji'an, dressed in a dark blue official robe, sat at the head of the table. With a solemn face, he looked at the disaster list presented to him in the past few days and felt a headache. However, he had a silver lining. That was that from the evening, the grain merchants would gradually arrive, which could solve the urgent problem.
"Uncle Ji An, the people outside are making a commotion. Aren't you going to send the yamen runners to drive them away?" Meng Xuanlang asked. "The door has been so damaged that you can't even tell its original color."
Lu Ji'an looked up from the booklet and said, "If I were a commoner, I would also curse the county magistrate who issued this notice. It's normal to be angry."
"You're not angry?"
"As the mother of the people, you should be lenient and compassionate to them, and be diligent in caring for the masses. You must understand that these are the common people. Most of them have never been to school, and everything they see is either black or white. Therefore, those who are well-educated should play the role of comforting and guiding them. This is also the duty of being an official." Lu Ji'an said calmly.
Xie Jian looked at the teacher's extremely patient expression without saying a word.
Meng Xuanlang thought for a moment and said, "Uncle Ji An is right. My sister-in-law just said something similar to you."
"Oh?" Lu Ji'an looked at Chen Heng.
How can you say it in such a literary way? Chen Heng smiled with a bit of meaning: "I just said it casually." Since they were too familiar with each other, there were no so many rules and he just called himself "I".
"Tell me about it." Lu Ji'an put down the booklet in his hand.
Well, she really was just saying it casually, but Shen Heng didn't want to embarrass herself in front of someone she admired. After a moment's thought, she said, "When I was little, I heard a story. A student asked his teacher if there was a single word he could live by throughout his life. The teacher replied, 'forgiveness.' You truly love your people like your own children. You understand the kindness of the people, appreciate their hard work, sympathize with their suffering, and recognize their shortcomings. You restrain yourself with the teachings of sages, yet you practice the single word 'forgiveness' towards others."
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