The six major government offices of the Duhufu will hold public lectures twice a year.
This is mainly to explain to the people below the various problems encountered by the government office in doing things, as well as why it sometimes does what it does, what are the reasons, and what are the solutions. At the same time, it collects inspection and disclosure subsidies submitted by various local towns.
Communicate up and down and ease conflicts.
And every time, it is basically the person in charge, the chief of the government office, who comes forward.
The tenth day of the seventh lunar month was the day when the Secretary's Office gave a lecture. Because Chief Ji was old and lacked energy, Jiang Dingyi, who was working on the matter, went there on his behalf.
Three days before the lecture, the Si Li Yamen Office had already communicated with the Si Kou Yamen Office and asked them to search and clear the roads that the Yamen Office team would pass through to ensure safety.
However, those who understand the real situation know that the Sikou Yamen Department can only deal with ordinary people, and facing those real assassins, such actions only look better on the surface and provide psychological comfort.
A few days passed by in a flash, and soon the tenth day of the Lunar New Year arrived.
At sunrise, the team of carriages and horses that were going out this time were already ready in front of the government office. The cool breeze blew the flags on the ceremonial guard. Everyone stood silently, and occasionally there was the sound of the clash of clothes and armor.
, the warm golden morning light had just emerged at this time. Looking from the platform, the whole city had not yet awakened, and the empty light gray sky was exuding a unique tranquility.
After the first moment, Jiang Dingyi walked out of the government office with his servants and personal guards. He greeted several guard captains, then solemnly bowed his hands to Zhang Yu who was standing there, and then got on a train.
A large, reinforced carriage.
As someone near the carriage shouted a cry and several short brass horns sounded, the entire team held their guard of honor high and began to rumble forward.
This time they need to start from the inner city platform and pass through the entire city. However, when they go to Wenqi Square outside the city near the port, the distance is longer and the team does not travel in a straight line, so when they get there, they may be close to Yuzhong.
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Seeing the team starting off, Zhang Yu also turned over and mounted a tall black horse. He held the reins in one hand and Xia Jian in the other, and moved forward slowly. At the same time, his inner lake spread out, and he was always paying attention to the movements around him.
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This time, he did not wear the robe of Shenzhi, but changed into a Xuanfu Taoist robe, covered with a cloak, his face was hidden in the shadow of the hood, and his hands were covered with vermilion gloves.
After recently cultivating the Seal of the True Embryo, he could feel that even if he did not arouse the light of his heart, his skin was wrapped in a layer of jade, which was one of the signs that his body had entered a supernatural state.
It's just that this is really too eye-catching, so it must be covered up, and only when the cultivation level gradually deepens, can it be restrained on its own.
The chariot and horse team included a team of sixty guards from the Duhufu Palace, a team of thirty government servants, and ten secretaries, which was exactly one hundred people.
The real elite here are the guards of the Protectorate, all of whom have undergone rigorous training, and all of them are wearing iron armor, fully armed, and accompanied by two armed vehicles drawn by four horses.
The people in the Sikou Yamen Office are only responsible for maintaining order at the time and can be ignored.
The swordsman named Qin Wu was also walking in the team with a dozen of his apprentices. They all put on the clothes and leather helmets of the government servants at this time. Their appearance was no different from ordinary guards.
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Qin Wu was very nervous. He was an experienced person and knew that because the time for this trip had been set long ago, he would most likely encounter a group of well-prepared assassins.
He had previously strongly suggested that Jiang Dingyi change the date or find someone to go instead. However, such rules set by the capital could not be changed at will, so Jiang Dingyi decisively rejected it.
So he suggested that Jiang Dingyi find a substitute, but he was also not accepted.
After he realized that he might have to fight a hard battle, he could only try his best to do everything well.
He arranged each of his disciples at key positions in all directions, while he was near Jiang Dingyi's chariots and horses, so that no matter which angle the enemy attacked from, he could react immediately.
At this time, he glanced at Zhang Yu who was riding a horse, and then looked away again.
Jiang Dingyi told him that Zhang Yu was a mysterious cultivator who was here to protect him and was also his friend, and he must be respected.
Qin Wu also admitted in his heart that Xuan Xiu was very powerful and had many methods that ordinary people did not have. However, he had been working as a guard for people all his life, and he also had his own arrogance, thinking that he could obviously do this kind of thing better.
Therefore, he did not come to Zhang Yu to actively discuss anything. When arranging everything, he treated him as if he did not exist.
Zhang Yu didn't pay attention to this matter. He was here to deal with opponents with extraordinary strength. As for general security matters, they were the duties of the guards and swordsmen. He would not rashly interfere.
The methods for dealing with ordinary people are the same whether he knows them or not, and there is no need for any interaction between the two people.
At the same time, in a long and narrow stone passage underground near Wenqi Square, more than 30 members of the Tianping Church were silently chewing dry and hard steamed buns, drinking astringent water, and swallowing them hard.
, the passage was filled with the sound of vigorous chewing.
Their hair was fluffy, their clothes were very tattered, and they wore straw sandals under their feet. The only thing they could hold out most were the weapons in their hands.
They are at the bottom of the Tianping sect. They don't get any money from assassinations. They can only receive some dry food and water every day to maintain the most basic life.
They are not residents of Ruiguang City, but have migrated here from outside.
In recent years, many towns in the northern part of the Protectorate have suffered unexplained natural disasters, and many towns have been canceled due to this.
Although the Governor's Office will transfer the arrangements for the residents to other places, there are still many people who have not received proper arrangements. Among them, there are also some people who have lost their household registration inexplicably without their knowledge.
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There are also some people who spontaneously started to reclaim wasteland in the early years. Changes in the climate have gradually desolated the fields, and they have to flee to Ruiguang to make a living.
After eating, everyone began to wipe their weapons. Most of them had a long sword in their hands, as well as some daggers and short axes.
"Old Chen, did you offer incense to your daughter before you came out?" A man with eyebrows broke the dullness.
The man called Lao Chen was a man about fifty years old with a weathered face. He said in a calm voice: "After today, I may go to accompany her."
The man with splayed eyebrows came closer and whispered: "I heard that as long as enough sacrifices are made, the God of Balance can resurrect people. Old Chen, have you ever thought about resurrecting your daughter?"
Old Chen paused for a moment, then said, "I don't want to."
The man with splayed eyebrows was puzzled and asked: "Why?"
Old Chen said in a deep voice: "Come back to life? Are you going to let my daughter starve and freeze again?" His movement of wiping the sword suddenly became faster, "I would rather not."
The man with the splayed eyebrows also fell silent. He cursed something and began to rub the sword in his hand.
On a high-rise building near Dangang, two people wearing white masks were hiding in a certain compartment, peering into the distance with telescopes.
"Have everything been arranged?"
"Don't worry, the three groups of people are all believers of God. Their blood and lives are believed to be enough to make the God of Balance happy."
To the God of Balance, believers are his lambs. He will not take the initiative to give them anything. He will let them out like sheep on weekdays. If they die like this, the believers' power will become a part of him, so the more they die, the more they die.
The better.
From this point of view, there seems to be no benefit at all for those who believe in the balance. Instead, they have to pay a lot. There seems to be no need to believe in it.
But in fact, in the vast world, there are too few things that the weak can rely on. The God of Balance is a god after all. This identity at least gives his believers some spiritual comfort and the courage to stand up and resist.
The convoy of the Secretary's Office had already got off the platform and was walking along the main road. In front of the road, a young man in commoner clothes ran towards him. Before he could get close, he was stopped by the vigilant Sikou.
After checking his identity, he was released.
The young man came to Qin Wu, wiped the sweat from his cheek, slightly out of breath, cupped his fists and said, "Master."
Qin Wu threw a water bag over and said in a low and magnetic voice: "How's it going ahead? Is there any problem?" He couldn't trust those people from the Sikou Yamen Office, so he asked his apprentice to explore the way ahead first.
The young man unscrewed the water bag, took a sip, wiped his mouth, and said: "Disciples have seen it. There is nothing wrong with the houses and squares along the way. If there are assassins, they either fall from the sky or come from the ground.
Drilled out."
Qin Wu snorted and said, "Maybe you really told me."
The young man was startled, "Huh?"
Qin Wu took the water bag back from his hand, turned his chin and gestured back, saying: "Go to the back and look, with brighter eyes."
"Yes, Master!"
The young man squeezed to the back, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he came to a beautiful girl disguised as a man, and said: "Xiao Ling, why are you here?"
The girl rolled her eyes at him and said nothing.
Seeing that she was ignoring him, the young man rolled his eyes, covered his mouth with his hands, and lowered his voice: "Hey, Xiao Ling, do you know? I heard that there is a Xuanfu cultivator in our traveling team this time.
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"Xuanxiu? Which one is it?" The girl was indeed intrigued by him and asked: "Where is it?"