Mr. Di has some special feelings for Longcheng County and even that remote Jiangzhou.
It was a peaceful and indifferent spiritual place when he was at a low ebb when both his career and ambition were frustrated.
Jiangzhou has often demoted officials since ancient times.
Far away from the power centers of Guanzhong and Beijing.
Longcheng is the most remote county town in Jiangzhou.
Next door, Yunmeng Guze is rumored to have a goddess and fairy passing by.
Master Di especially remembers the delicious farm-style stir-fries and pickled pickled mustard.
The folk customs are simple and dull, but they still retain the fierce and bloody spirit of the people of Wu and Yue.
It is a pity that the poor mountains and poor rivers, and the frequent floods, are the worst in the south of the Yangtze River. Unfortunately, it has given rise to superstition among the people, resulting in many obscene sacrifices to water-related ghosts and gods in the territory.
So before Master Di was transferred away, he left behind an ingenious sluice that he was quite satisfied with.
It saves money, is easy to produce, is efficient in water control, and has immediate results.
But now.
Someone wiped out its sluice gate on the map of Dragon City and added a new canal that was ingenious and unfinished.
Change blockage to dredging.
Turn decay into magic.
"Butterfly Creek, Broken Wings... Canal? Broken butterfly wings?"
On the table in the study room, there is an unfolded map album, and the wrinkles caused by the folding have been smoothed out repeatedly by the withered palm of a fat old man.
There is a finger, and the pad of the finger slowly slides along the conspicuous straight water channel on the map, from the ferry at the west end to the ferry at the east end.
It seems like he is concentrating on simulating something.
After lighting a stick of incense, the fat old man leaning at his desk suddenly leaned back on his chair and nodded:
"The orphans are gone, everything is restored, and the county is no longer poor. The bad water has been cured, and the mountains are no longer poor."
A smile appeared on Di Fuzi's face and he turned his head.
It was only then that he looked at a letter submitted by a disciple of the Xie Xun Sect in addition to this wonderful album.
The previous atlas only contained maps and detailed displays of the folded wing canals, without any mention of the construction or promoters.
Mrs. Di took out the letter, spread it out, lowered her eyes, and scanned it up and down.
Xie Xun, who was sent to the south of the Yangtze River to look after the family of the deposed King Xunyang, showed off his beloved disciple in his daily life.
However, this time, as the recognized leader of the Confucian sect among scholars all over the world, the fat old man who received snowflakes of letters every day did not hastily scan these letters of self-recommendation or recommendation and shelv them in a shelf like before.
He got up, walked to the bookcase, and murmured: "Dragon City Order, Ouyang Lianghan..."
Master Di took out a letter from a stack of letters on the bookcase, opened it, and read it again.
This letter was delivered as soon as possible after Yushi Zhongcheng Shen Xisheng went to the south of the Yangtze River as an inspection envoy to control floods and investigate rice cases. He returned to Luojing.
In addition to introducing the details of this trip to the south of the Yangtze River, the censor Zhongcheng also praised a young county magistrate in his words. At the end of the letter, he also mentioned rather bitterly that he was a "disciple of Xie Xun."
Ouyang Lianghan.
Master Di was somewhat impressed.
Tanhua Lang, who had been on the list of Jinshi for a long time in the first year, also got a good name, and was first rewarded by the Queen. After Ding's mother worried about him, he returned to Beijing to serve as censor.
However, seemingly induced by the Wei family, he impulsively remonstrated with the favored and arrogant Princess Changle, contradicted the queen in court, received a royal staff of seventy, and was imprisoned.
This incident directly caused the Prime Minister, who was living in seclusion in the palace, to be very dissatisfied.
Princess Changle is the biological sister of King Xiang, also named Li. She already sympathizes with her paternal relatives and is the one whom King Xiang tries his best to win over.
Ouyang Lianghan was born in a Confucian academy and was naturally of the conservative and pure school.
Well, let’s put aside for the moment the fact that Princess Changle was arrogant and overstepped the rule of law. Well, with Empress Wei setting an example from the front, what’s wrong with the Princess of Zhou and other female nobles being so arrogant?
He should have just sat on Lishi and Qiantong's side, but the result was that the blade of the knife turned inward, even stabbing one of his own people?
Push the important allies you want to win over to the archenemy Wei, and only care about right and wrong, not the butt?
Where do these fools who only know right from wrong come from?
The Prime Minister was quite angry. The idea that came out at that time was that Ouyang Lianghan should be allowed to destroy himself, and they, the old Baoli ministers, should be left alone and die in prison. By the way, it would also help Princess Changle calm down, and let these people The matter will be over soon.
However, Ouyang Lianghan was born in Bailudong Academy after all, and he was a scholar and a disciple of Xie Xun who was very popular among scholars in the north and south.
Therefore, at that time, several veterans from Bailudong, including Shen Xisheng, tacitly submitted a letter to try, and then joined forces with the excited Luoyang scholars to discuss... and finally fished out the person.
However, Ouyang Lianghan was casually sent to the remote Jiangzhou by Her Majesty the Queen to become the Magistrate of Zhima County.
Although he has gained a reputation as a gentleman in the hearts of the world.
But it also offended the Prime Minister and Princess Changle, and most of the pro-Left ministers in the court reached a consensus that they did not dare to help anymore and would not take care of it for the time being.
Later, only Xie Xun still cared about this beloved disciple and often recommended him.
However, he did not dare to ask for too much. As long as his beloved disciple was safe, he just thought of going to a place to practice and smooth out the edges. He was very grateful for the help from friends such as Shen Xisheng before...
That storm was not a big one, but it was not a small one either.
Master Di didn't bother too much. He was still busy with a more important matter at that time.
So these are what Shen Xisheng and several other ministers are running about.
However, Di Fuzi also tacitly agreed to this.
In addition to maintaining the clear tradition of the censor's courage to speak out and give advice,
He actually wanted to see if Her Majesty the Queen's attitude had changed.
Since Her Majesty the Queen came to the court, seized the throne of her son, and used it to control the world, she appointed the Wei family of her mother's family, ruthless officials and Qi practitioners of the Yin and Yang family, vigorously cleaned the court, and changed her name to Queen of the Zhou Dynasty.
"He Qing Hai Yan" has been going on for too long. Master Di has not seen such a brave and fearless young man for a long time.
He dared to prepare the coffin in advance, offended the holy face, contradicted the princess, criticized Sang and Huai, and scolded the mother and daughter together.
Since the Wei family wanted to use Ouyang Lianghan to attack Princess Changle and throw dirty water on the ministers of the Baoli faction.
Then he would also use Ouyang Lianghan's incident to ask for advice.
Master Di wants to see if Her Royal Highness the Queen, who has been sitting in the court for many years and feels that the legal system has been firmly established, will start to pay attention to the names of her predecessors and posthumous names and consider the so-called "eternal holy name".
Most of the emperors who were so happy about their achievements cherished their wings, even if they were visible.
The final result was that, with the excitement of scholars all over the world and the widespread sympathy of the public in Luoyang City, Her Majesty the Queen was furious, but she finally suppressed her murderous intention.
Later, he took advantage of Princess Changle's initiative not to kill Ouyang Lianghan and not give him a chance to be remembered in history. He followed the donkey downhill and did not kill Ouyang Lianghan.
He was also promoted in name and expelled from the capital.
It seems that His Majesty is getting old after all and has begun to realize some of his posthumous affairs and reputation.
And all the cold-blooded things done before are also beginning to be covered up.
In recent years, the widespread praise of the peaceful age is the most obvious example.
She is trying hard to imitate Taizong's legacy.
Master Di sighed and shook his head.
No matter what, Queen Dongming has such a change of heart, he can start to slowly advance on some topics that cannot be mentioned before.
From this point of view, Ouyang Lianghan's admonition to Princess Changle had both advantages and disadvantages, and it was indeed very beneficial, although the young man was also wrong.
However, Master Di didn't like him very much, a young man who could only tell right from wrong.
Because when you lie down, you do nothing but distinguish between right and wrong, easy;
But it is difficult to stand up, get up and do practical things.
Moreover, sometimes it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong.
Even saints may not be able to explain this clearly.
He studied at a young age and read thousands of books, and found that distinguishing right from wrong simply baffled countless heroes throughout the ages.
But it is also like an addictive tonic, which makes young people extremely excited. In the end, they can only distinguish right from wrong all day long, wasting their real career. So when he was young, he determined not to be a so-called upright official who could only distinguish right from wrong...
Outside the window of the study, a forest was swarming together, and the sound of rustling came into the house, and the thin corners of the letter paper in the fat old man's hand were brushed.
Master Di glanced at the picture of the folded-wing canal that was blown up by the wind on the desk, and thought thoughtfully:
"Not only can you tell right from wrong..."
The next day, Master Di got up early and went to the morning court. He usually led the civil and military personnel of the court and had an audience with the queen.
After going to court, he was retained by Her Majesty the Queen, and went with the Holy Emperor to the Hall of Renshou. He was given an embroidered stool, and sat together to receive the envoys from foreign countries paying tribute.
He was quite satisfied and rewarded the heaven with the great gifts that the heaven should have. Master Di sat next to him with an expressionless face...
Half an hour later, the old queen finally let the fat old man go and returned to the official residence.
Master Di slowly returned to the Fengge Hall, sat down on the small table by the window, and played with his calculations.
The officials in the two rows of Feng Pavilion below glanced up at the palace from time to time.
Master Di lowered his head to settle accounts, as usual.
As the prime minister on the spot, countless pairs of eyes, whether enemies or friends, were staring at him every move he made, guessing his motives and trying to figure out his thoughts.
Master Di has long been used to it.
No words for a day.
When the second quarter of the lunar month came again, Master Di left his seat and was still the first to leave the palace.
But this time, he slowed down a little, a little slowly. When passing by the censor's platform, he happened to meet Shen Xisheng, the censor Zhongcheng, who was also of low rank.
"Master." Shen Xi saluted.
Master Di put his hands behind his back, said softly "Hmm", and walked ahead.
Shen Xisheng followed calmly.
The two of them seemed to be on their way to Yingtianmen, and happened to avoid the large crowds on the main road.
During the short journey, Di Fuzi said a few words to Shen Xisheng without looking back.
The latter was slightly stunned, but before he could ask any more questions, the two of them approached Yingtianmen. Master Di stepped forward to meet Lord Zhu Zi, leaving Shen Xisheng behind.
The censor Zhongcheng looked thoughtful.
Early the next morning.
A young supervisory censor from the Censor's Office walked into the Tianguan Libu Department with his head held high, carrying a piece of paper.
The young censor requested that the performance test reports submitted by various states and counties in Jiangnan Province this year should be taken away in detail for the superior's review.
The Yushitai has the power to supervise all officials, including reviewing the official performance and promotion credentials, so it is not surprising that these files are used.
The official of the Department of Personnel glanced at the seal and signature of a certain Mr. Shen in the lower right corner of the document, confirmed it was correct, and then turned around and led the people into the warehouse to get the files.
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The night is as cool as water.
In Jishanfang, there is a low-key and simple mansion. During the day, the busy traffic outside the door has dispersed, and it is not until late at night that it becomes slightly quiet.
At this moment, the lights in the prime minister's residence were sparsely lit.
This is in sharp contrast to the surrounding wealthy mansions that are brightly lit all night long, as well as the Luoshui River not far away, and the gorgeous Zhulou towers shining with colorful lights on the long street near the water.
That's right, in Luoyang, the prime minister and a skilled woman who loves to sweat can even live in the same neighborhood.
The streets in Luoyang City are criss-crossed, and the lanes are adjacent to each other. The special lane system facilitates management. Although there is a curfew, Luoyang City is the most prosperous place in the world, with a population of millions.
The curfew only restricts the movement of people between various lanes, and does not limit the special nightlife in single lanes at all.
The bustle of a brothel on the bank of Luoshui not far away did not disturb the silent atmosphere in a certain study room at all.
Master Di quietly read through the memorials and testimonies,
On the table, a single bright light dimly illuminated the names of officials from Jiangzhou, Jiangnan Province on the memorials and examination papers.
There is even a flash of the four-character name "Ouyang Lianghan" on one of the memorials.
All reports and memorials about Longcheng flood control and Zheyi Canal are here.
It also includes testimonials recording the evaluations and experiences of officials at all levels of state and county.
It's all about the construction and details of that folded-wing canal.
Although Luodu is thousands of miles away from Jiangnan Road, the whole process of a young county magistrate's silent construction of Zheyi Canal was gradually pieced together in the mind of the fat old man who squinted under the light.
Confucius Di never listens to this kind of thing.
Even if it is Xie Xun, Shen Xisheng and other close disciples.
"Ah."
Master Di chuckled lightly.
He read through the memorials reported by officials about the Broken Wing Canal, and somewhat understood why this work has made great contributions to the contemporary era and will benefit future water conservancy construction.
After it was reported to Luoyang, it did not cause even a trace of discussion in Tianguan and other three provinces and six ministries.
Except for the Ministry of Civil Affairs, the Shangguan officials responsible for evaluating the performance of local officials neglected their duties.
There is also the reason why this entire channel for feedback on local officials’ performance is almost completely rigid and blocked.
In these memorials, more than half of the inspection officials from Jiangzhou Prefecture, as well as officials from several counties around Longcheng County who had been benefited, were generous in their words of praise.
But there are also some who talk in general terms, or some who praise but also criticize, such as Wang Lengran, the governor of Jiangzhou.
Let’s take a look, all the achievements and projects reported to the Heavenly Officials and Departments by other states and counties in the world are uniformly praised, and they work together in a tacit understanding, making the praises fly to the sky.
His political achievements were only three cents, but he was trumpeted as ten cents.
But this broken-wing canal is really good, it is a solid product and has a shining political achievement.
In the end, it didn’t go well with the results. There were also a group of people who secretly tried to hold back, and received mixed reviews.
In the eyes of the Ministry of Personnel Assessment Officers, a five-point score would be good. This also requires the assessment officials to have some knowledge of water conservancy and be considered knowledgeable.
The fat old man put down the stack of memorials, shook his head, closed his eyes and rubbed his brows.
After a while, he opened his eyes, turned his head silently, and picked up the mediocre memorial that was alone in his hand.
Look through it again.
This memorial is signed "Ouyang Lianghan".
It was none other than the chief official of Longcheng County, Xie Xun's beloved disciple.
However, among the many officials who presented memorials on their political achievements, he was the most outrageous one.
The chief officials in other places also knew that Mrs. Wang was selling melons to boast about herself.
This Ouyang Lianghan is good, he seems to have safely and boldly handed over the entire process of praise to the county magistrate, Diao Xian Cheng.
However, there were no words of praise in his memorial, and rows of numbers were pasted on it, as if he was afraid that the official of the Ministry of Personnel, who was leisurely drinking tea, could understand it.
The candlelight gave off an orange halo, illuminating the densely packed numbers like tadpoles on the memorial of a young county magistrate.
"interesting."
The fat old man suddenly laughed.
He pinched the memorial's finger and tapped the page cover subconsciously, as if he was moving a set of calculation chips.
This young man likes to throw around numbers. Coincidentally, he, Mrs. Di, is also most familiar with numbers.
"Do you also like to settle accounts?"
Ouyang Lianghan carefully calculated the accounts in this memorial.
He calculated how much silver and grain Longcheng County had saved for Jiangzhou and the imperial court during this disaster relief and flood control, and how many victims had been fed.
After figuring it out, he reversely supported several disaster-stricken counties around him, and even replenished the Jimin warehouse in Jiangzhou that had been gnawed away by rats.
He calculated how much hidden income he could increase for the people of Longcheng every year by recruiting rice merchants to invest and build the Zheyi Canal and the new ferry without spending almost a penny from the court, and how much official business taxes he could repay to the court...
Account after account, column after column of figures, were listed in this memorial in black and white by the young county magistrate.
This is the greatest show off of a local official.
However, this fact-based memorial had been lying quietly in the dark warehouse of the Tianguan Libu Department, pressed at the bottom of the box, as new as ever.
It was not handed over to Her Majesty the Queen or any of the political ministers.
If it hadn't happened that there was someone above Ouyang Lianghan, a famous Confucian mentor from the fifth surname and Qiwang who recommended him.
Master Di closed the memorial and sighed slightly.
"It is an excellent seedling that can be used as a cook. I almost missed it. I have to 'catch' it and not let it go."
"How should I arrange it? Should I transfer him back to the capital and train him closely and slowly, or should he be nearby...give him a way to reach the sky, although the risk to that family is actually quite high..."
He stared at the empty study room in front of him and was silent for a long time. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pushed the pile of memorials and examination papers in front of him three feet away from the front.
The fat old man's gesture of pushing his hands, asking you to do what you want, caused the breeze to fan out, causing the yellow candle on the table to sway, but it never went out.
He faced the empty room and showed a smile:
"It's up to you to choose."
Xiaorong went to adjust his schedule. The next chapter will be updated tomorrow afternoon, good brothers!