It was a pity that people from another world could not share his emotions and anger.
City Lord Zhang D waved his hand boredly.
The words on the plaque on the main entrance of the law enforcement department's courtyard suddenly changed.
Two characters become three characters.
The people in the city immediately understood the meaning of the six doors.
The Eastern Tang Dynasty also had this organization, which was responsible for public security on the surface, as opposed to the Mingguang Pavilion secretly.
Zhang Dongyun felt a little regretful, comforting himself in his heart that the six doors and related departments were all series with the word "door", so at least he could retain this bit of fun.
As for whether changing the order from morning to night will affect the majesty of the city lord?
City Lord Zhang had countless ways to let the people in the city appreciate his majesty.
The city lord is willful.
Under the current circumstances, of course, the first person in charge of the Six Doors is still his vest, Mr. Wuyun.
Just like in government affairs, here he only has an overview of the overall situation.
Leave the actual work to your subordinates.
He already has suitable candidates for relevant leaders.
However, this choice is a little bit special.
The tall man appeared in front of Zhang Dongyun, who had transformed into an old man in black again.
"Juniors have met seniors." Wen Hu saluted the old man in black.
Mr. Wu Yun, dressed in black, sat behind the desk and looked at the tall man in front of him.
His tone was calm: "Your life, like everyone else's, belongs to His Majesty."
"Junior understands."
Wen Hu looked solemn: "If it weren't for the protection of Chang'an, I am afraid that the younger generation and those people would all die under the butcher's knife of the Tang army."
He saluted Zhang Dongyun, who was dressed as Mr. Wuyun in front of him: "The great kindness of the city lord and seniors will be unforgettable by this junior, and I will definitely do my best to repay it."
Now, he no longer doubts that the magic masters here will use everyone's blood to refine souls and practice magic skills.
But unlike others, his thoughts did not entirely belong to Chang'an.
In this regard, he is different from the Hanshan sect or the people who fled.
At the beginning, he had nothing to do with the relationship between the refugees and the Tang army.
It was just that he saw injustice on the road and couldn't bear it, so he got involved.
He has his own teacher and has a sense of belonging to his teacher.
But he had already planned to sacrifice his life for righteousness, but he was saved because of Chang'an.
Wenhu also takes this kindness seriously:
"Senior, please allow me some time to return to my hometown and report the incident to my master, and then return to Chang'an to serve."
Zhang Dongyun, who resembled Mr. Wuyun, did not ask him where he studied, he just looked at him with interest and said nothing.
Wenhu thought Zhang Dongyun was questioning the authenticity of what he just said, so he hurriedly said seriously:
"A man is born in this world, he stands upright, speaks every word, and has no regrets. Please believe me, senior."
Zhang Dongyun said calmly: "As soon as you leave, I believe you will come back as promised."
Wenhu nodded gratefully: "Thank you, senior."
"But..." Zhang Dongyun's tone was calm: "If one day, your sect becomes our enemy in Chang'an, where will you go?"
Wen Hu frowned.
He looked at Zhang Dongyun.
Zhang Dongyun's eyes are like a flat lake, with no waves visible.
But the invisible pressure revealed in it almost suffocated the tall man on the other side.
Wenhu fell into silence and remained silent for a long time.
Zhang Dongyun did not rush and sat back calmly in his chair.
"The junior disciples understand the righteousness deeply and the city of Chang'an helps the world and saves the people. There will be no conflict between the two. If that day comes..."
After a while, Wen Hu finally spoke again, his voice deeper than ever:
"There is a dilemma between kindness and righteousness. One day, I am afraid that I will have no choice but to take my own life. I will thank both my master and Chang'an."
Zhang Dongyun, who resembled Mr. Wuyun, heard this and his tone was as calm as before: "It's a stupid way..."
He looked at Wen Hu and smiled faintly: "...But, barely enough is enough."
As he said this, Zhang Dongyun had a small baggage in his hand.
He casually took out a letter from it and threw it to Wen Hu.
Wenhu was confused at first. He took the letter, opened it and looked at it for a few times, then his expression changed slightly.
The letter is a secret report from Mingguang Guard.
The content mentioned that in the civil uprising in Longbei County, the leader was not a native of Longbei, but had an accent from Yuqiu Prefecture in Shangnan County.
The upper echelons of the Mingguang Guard are asked to arrange for personnel to go to Yuqiu Mansion in Shangnan County to investigate his origins and identity.
Along with the letter, there was even a simple portrait of him, Wenhu.
Although the portrait is only five or six points similar to the person, there are some words on it describing some of Wen Hu's physical features.
"The Dark Pavilion is well-deserved..." Wen Hu let out a long breath after reading the letter.
Although he tried his best to hide his origins, some clues were still found.
With the secret chamber's methods, if we continue to dig deeper, it may not be impossible to find out his details.
He didn't want to implicate the division, but when the time came, the situation would not necessarily be reported.
"Senior, this letter is..." Wen Hu looked up at Zhang Dongyun.
Zhang Dongyun said calmly: "Since it is here, there is naturally no one in the dark pavilion."
Wen Hu breathed a sigh of relief and saluted Zhang Dongyun solemnly: "Thanks to the senior for intercepting this letter, it has helped this junior a lot... and also helped this junior's disciple."
There was no need for the old man in black in front of him to say anything, Wen Hu's own mind was already clear.
He said in a deep voice: "Senior has great magical powers, and just now is junior Meng Lang. I hope senior won't care about it."
Zhang Dongyun nodded slowly: "You can teach me. Next, just do your job with your heart."
At Six Gates, in addition to Wen Hu, Zhang Dongyun successively inspected and selected a few candidates from the refugees to build the initial framework.
On the Hanshan sect’s side, they don’t choose anyone.
As everything gradually got on track, the first batch of residents in Chang'an City began to disperse.
Some people, especially farmers, left the city one after another.
Outside the city, they could be allocated land.
After the initial emergency and filling their stomachs, everyone must start to rely on themselves.
Land and crops must be the initial foundation.
For the displaced people, although it is difficult to leave their homeland, it is best to have their own land, a prosperous life, and good weather.
In addition to the farmers, there are also some people who have left their hometowns in Chang'an City and have been living in the fields.
Among them are craftsmen who rely on their skills, scholars who are forced to go into exile to make a living, and scoundrels who are just idle.
Most people worked hard to return to their old jobs, adding countless fireworks to the city of Chang'an.
The whole city, inside and out, is gradually getting back on track.
If you ignore that this city is located deep in the mountains and wild mountains.
At this moment, a group of people walked through the mountains and forests and came to the outside of the city. They looked at the fertile fields and the majestic city from a distance. Everyone was in a daze.
A middle-aged man in the lead, stroking his long beard, asked the people around him: "Fourteenth brother, is this the Chang'an city you are talking about?"
The man beside him nodded: "Yes, this is the place, but there were not so many people there before. It seems like the rumors are true, the refugees from Longbei County finally settled here."
The middle-aged man with a long beard nodded slightly and looked at the word "Chang'an" at the top of the city:
"I hope this can also be a place where our Chen family can regain a foothold."