Yan Laoer said nonchalantly: "In that case, the elder is still a pretty good official."
Yan Huaiwen snorted coldly: "He is soft-hearted and afraid of taking responsibility. He expects his superiors to be considerate in everything and will not fight for it in every possible way. He is incompetent at the top and has no achievements at the bottom. Such an official is not a good one.
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"At least he acquiesced to the tax deferral of those squires." Yan Laoer thought this was a good point.
"If the court wants to be serious, he, the great master, will be fine, but those country gentry will not escape the blame."
When Yan Laoer thought about it, this is the truth!
"These people who stick to the old rules believe that it is good if they don't do it, and they are unwilling to take more than half a step.
He behaves uprightly and peacefully, and does not make any big mistakes. When he is an official, he will be the same when he comes and he will be the same when he leaves. The common people call this kind of official a clay statue Bodhisattva."
Yan Laoer was curious: "What do you mean?"
"It's fine to worship and make offerings to it on weekdays, but it can bring misfortunes and blessings day and night. It's useless to pray for it. It can't even protect itself."
Yan Laoer:......
People's comments about the good image are interesting.
Yan Huaiwen couldn't help but think of all kinds of officials and all kinds of life styles among them.
Are people bad? Not necessarily.
These people are kind-hearted, compassionate, and empathize with others. Some will even shed tears when they see the suffering of the people.
When the blame comes to the person, the left sentence is that the subordinate official is incompetent, the right sentence is that the subordinate official is ashamed.
You don't even know what to do with them.
If the performance is not enough to be dismissed, you still have to become an official, but such an official will be a dead meal wherever he is placed.
Sometimes he feels that these mediocre people are more hateful than those who are corrupt and bend the law.
The latter will even bother to do some face-saving projects, while the former will only be incompetent...
"I have agreed with the village elders to leave this place as soon as possible. If you encounter disaster victims on the way, please be alert."
Yan Huaiwen knew that the people who had just come out had some food rations with them, so they were not in danger.
"Today we are traveling to Haishi, and tomorrow we will be on the road at 2:00 Yinshi. God willing, please don't run out these days."
Yan Laoer agreed.
After counting the number of people, the group set off.
As usual, the Yan family's oxcart was in the front, the old people, children and women were concentrated in the middle, and the strong men of the village were walking around the procession.
Yan Laoer and Sanbao have repeatedly confirmed that this section of the road overlaps with the official road.
Originally, they planned to follow Yan Huaiwen's method and avoid the inns when they encountered them, and then turn back to the official road.
Now that we have a large force to cover us, we no longer have to go through such trouble.
Walk directly on the official road.
They were used to walking on small roads, and when they suddenly turned onto the official road, they immediately felt like they were walking as fast as flying.
One after another, we encountered people fleeing the famine. Most of them were from the same family. We had never seen so many people like them.
The Yan family's two-story ox cart is extremely conspicuous. At first glance, you can see that there are several mule carts and donkey carts outside.
When Santie came back, he told everyone about the situation in that town, and everyone was still frightened.
If they hadn't come out early with Xiu Caigong, after they had paid the grain tax, they might not have enough food left to get here.
Being accustomed to walking in the mountains and countryside, the villagers were a little uncomfortable meeting so many people unexpectedly, especially these people who always stared at them and always tried their best to talk to them.
What village are you from? Why haven't I seen you?
I’m also asking where you want to go? This road isn’t going to Fucheng, why don’t you also want to go to Leshan Prefecture?
We are going to Leshan Prefecture to visit relatives, what about you?
The village elders specifically told them to keep their mouths shut and not say anything if they didn't know what to say or what not to say.
Fortunately, they were fast on their feet, so they couldn't even hesitate a few words before being left behind.
Even if the people behind them run and stumble, they can't catch up with them.
After passing group after group of people, we finally saw the inn again.
The front and back of the inn were all occupied by people fleeing the famine, leaving only a smooth official road.
Look at the sky, they should be taking a rest.
Yan Laoer drove through, and the people on both sides had long seen his strange ox cart. They thought they would stop and stay near the inn, but unexpectedly, this group of people passed directly...
When the people who were chasing after them arrived at the inn out of breath, they asked people: "Fellow, have you seen a team of double-decker ox carts? Where are they?"
"I left a long time ago. I didn't stop at all. What's going on? Do you know me?" Why don't you wait until you know me?
"I just met them on the road. I saw that there were so many of them, both old and young, and I wanted to take them on the road together. I didn't want them to go so fast. My donkey cart failed to catch up."
"At first glance, there is no shortage of people or food. Look at the strong young man. He has a strong body. It is normal for him to be impatient and take people away. There are many people who want to take advantage of this. Have you seen it? Well, well, there are still
Over there, everyone is packing their things and getting ready to catch up."
"Why are you thinking about this all together with me?"
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After Yan Huaiwen talked with the group of people who caught up, he agreed that they should follow the group, but he kept in mind that they were all farmers and walked fast. If he could keep up, he would follow them. If he couldn't keep up with them, he would not deliberately wait.
"Master Xiucai, why should we take them with us?" Village Chief Luo and the village elders came to ask: "I mean, be careful and don't tell others what our situation is."
"My brother said that we are hiding all the time because we are afraid that others will be suspicious. Anyway, they only go to Leshan Prefecture and will not be traveling with us for a long time." Yan Laoer and the big guy explained: "The front is almost all official roads. With these people traveling together,
It can also provide us with cover."
"But I'm afraid that there will be more and more people." Old man Luo has experience. People fleeing from famine tend to get together, and those people tend to be chaotic. When there are too many people, it's easy to cause trouble.
"If it's really bad, let's run down the path. They won't be able to catch up with us." Yan Laoer said proudly.
Yan Huaiwen glanced at him and said to everyone: "The situation in Leshan Prefecture is unknown. Most of these people are visiting relatives. We can also take the opportunity to find out some information."
In fact, this year, not only Qishan Prefecture, but also Leshan Prefecture reported disasters, but against the background of Qishan Prefecture, they were not so conspicuous.
He clearly remembered that in the memorial of Leshan Mansion, there was not only drought, but also banditry.
The two prefectures are adjacent to each other, and both have the word "mountain". Qishan Prefecture has many plains and few real mountains, while Leshan Prefecture has just the opposite, with many mountains.
According to his second brother's idea, he wanted to take a shortcut through the mountains, but it was not safe to take the official route.
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Just as Village Chief Luo was worried, starting from a few more tails, the number of people following the team gradually increased.
No matter how fast they walked, it was useless. These people gritted their teeth and followed. Even if they had changed their daily journey to eight hours, it would only lengthen the huge fleeing team.
In the dead of night, everyone is most nervous.
You will hear various sounds coming from far away, including men's curses, women's sharp exclamations, and children's piercing cries...
I don’t know when the day will start, but these sounds will stop as soon as they start.
It felt like someone was holding my throat, it was indescribably weird.
The atmosphere of the fleeing team also became more solemn.
Together with the blazing sun and the suffocating heat, the pressure makes people unable to breathe.