If you do well in both the general examination and the palace examination, there will be no need for Changzhou Prefecture to issue a certificate, and Yingtian Prefecture will naturally receive a commendation.
If you win the top prize, you can even build an archway.
That would be even more powerful.
All the county magistrates looked towards the Changzhou magistrate.
Now that Sun Yong was being stared at by Zhu Bai, he could only say: "As long as you open the county school, it will be easy to get certificates and trophies."
Zhu Bai pointed at Tu Yazhang: "I will ask Tu Yazhang to pay attention to this matter. Since it is only February, you should hurry up and take care of this matter. If you have any questions, you can also directly
Find Tu Yazhang and ask him to tell me."
Now that the magistrates had received the promise from Lord Sun and Zhu Bai, and knew the seriousness of the matter, they all stood up and bowed: "Weak ministers, let's do it now."
Zhu Bai waited for the magistrates to leave, and then said to Chief Tu Ya and Sun Yong: "I will leave for Suzhou tomorrow. Chief Lao Tu Ya and Master Sun will help supervise the dredging of the canal and the opening of the county school."
While supervising merchants and county magistrates, the most important thing is actually to let them supervise each other.
Zhu Bai said to Sun Yong: "Master Sun, I can give money to find a way to dredge this river. You can only ask people to clear the canal outside the drainage ditch of Changzhou City yourself. And I, too.
Ask the official to give you money, and the imperial court will let you survey residential properties and apply for new house deeds, so that you can use it to improve the entire Changzhou, including Changzhou City and four counties with independent counties."
According to what Zhu Bai just mentioned, the prefect of Changzhou should be very fat.
Although it is legal income, Sun Yong cannot line his own pockets entirely.
He just saw that the magistrate of Wujin County, who is also based in Changzhou City, is slightly richer.
Although the suspicion of other county officials deliberately pretending to be poor cannot be ruled out.
Sun Yong naturally understood what Zhu Bai meant, blushed and bowed: "Wei Chen, keep this in mind and do it immediately."
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Wang Qianhu secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Zhu Bai was going to Suzhou.
Zhu Bai is flammable and explosive. If he is here, he is not safe and others are also in danger.
There is a main road from Changzhou to Suzhou, and Wuxi County is in the middle, so the Guanya Bureau set up a post station in the city.
Yesterday, I asked the magistrate of Wuxi County to talk to him. When Zhu Bai arrived in Wuxi in the afternoon, he concentrated on eating and exploring Wuxi, which is known as the birthplace of Wu culture.
Apart from anything else, Wuxi’s rice wine and sauced pork ribs are really good.
While Zhu Bai was gnawing on the ribs and drinking rice wine, he forgot that his body was only a little big, and then nothing happened.
My vision went black and the film was broken.
When he opened his eyes the next day, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and his mind was still a little confused. He muttered to himself: "Where am I?"
Fugui whispered outside the door: "Your Highness is awake?"
Zhu Bai replied: "Well. What's wrong with me?"
Fugui opened the door and came in, saying: "His Highness had a few drinks last night and was drunk. I saw that Your Highness was sleeping so soundly, so I didn't dare to disturb you."
Zhu Bai sat up: "What time is it?"
Fugui: "It's the end of time."
Zhu Bai: "Hurry, hurry up and go to Suzhou."
When the station master saw Zhu Bai coming down, he hurriedly said: "Your Highness, it's getting late. It's better to stay one more day and leave tomorrow morning."
Zhu Bai chuckled: "I can't stand it any longer. I've had enough fun and have to rush to the next place to play."
The stationmaster hesitated to speak.
Zhu Bai tilted his head and looked at him: "If you have anything to say, just say it. I will forgive you."
Originally, Lao Zhu was most taboo about talking about strange powers and disturbing gods.
But thanks to Zhu Bai, Guanya Bureau, and Guanya Station, so many people can make a good living.
Therefore, both the inn and the government office are more concerned about Zhu Bai's safety than others.
So the station master took courage and said: "Your Highness, I heard that there is a ghost outside Suzhou City recently. The ghost is so powerful that he can't even shoot arrows. Dozens of merchants have already suffered. Your Highness is determined to leave today.
Don’t be afraid, just go a little faster on the road and try to get into town before dark.”
Zhu Bai became excited when he heard this: "It's haunted? Where is it?"
I didn’t expect that when I went out to play, there would be such exciting programs included.
When I went to a haunted house before, the ghosts were too perfunctory and not fun.
Zhang Yu and Fu Gui waved desperately to the webmaster behind Zhu Bai.
The stationmaster understood and said: "It's nothing, just a few businessmen talking nonsense. Please take care of yourself on the road, Your Highness."
Zhu Bai patted him on the shoulder: "This inn is running well. When I come back, I will come see you again."
Fugui waited for Zhu Bai to go out and asked the stationmaster in a low voice: "What the hell is that?"
The stationmaster said vaguely: "I haven't seen it either. Anyway, I heard that if you encounter it, throw some money to it and it will stop chasing it."
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Zhu Bai walked and walked, looking here and there, and walking further and further around Yangcheng Lake.
Everyone murmured in their hearts: "Is this young prince trying to stall for time, specifically trying to bump into that ghost?"
They were anxious but did not dare to rush. They only comforted themselves: It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Ghosts don't just exist everywhere, and if they go out of their way to bump into them, they may not be able to encounter them.
Zhang Yu saw that he would definitely not be able to reach Suzhou before dark, so he quickly asked a soldier to take his tooth tag and hurry up to report to the Suzhou garrison.
They waited until they reached the city gate before shouting to open the door.
Sure enough, when we were still more than ten miles away from Suzhou City, it became completely dark.
Zhang Yu asked everyone to light torches.
The torch was made of cloth soaked in oil that Zhu Bai had bought previously.
Although the smoke is a bit heavy, it is quite durable.
Especially outdoors in humid weather, it shows unparalleled advantages.
Walking into a bamboo forest, the moon has not yet come out, but there are night birds howling deep in the forest.
Even though it's March, it still feels chilly to the bone.
These people who had been on the battlefield couldn't help but feel chills standing on end and complained incessantly: "I'm going to die. I don't think I really let this young prince bump into me..."
Fugui originally had weaker yang energy than everyone here. Now he became more and more trembling. He leaned against Zhu Bai and said, "Your Highness, don't be afraid that I'm here."
Zhu Bai secretly laughed: I am an atheist, but I am afraid of birds.
If a ghost really comes out, I would like to have a serious discussion with it about the difference between being a ghost in the Ming Dynasty and being a ghost in modern times.
There seems to be a grave behind the bamboo forest.
Zhu Bai pointed over there and said, "Hey, there is such a big tomb here. I don't know which big shot it belongs to."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew up, making the torches whirr.
Everyone stopped involuntarily.
After the wind died down, the flames stood up again and burned even brighter.
Then another gust of cold wind blew up, whistling and carrying cold water vapor.
A gust of cold wind may also be a coincidence.
There were gusts of cold wind, and it was obvious that someone was playing tricks.
According to the previous plot, all the lanterns and torches should be extinguished, and then faint sighs or cries and screams could be heard.
Unfortunately, this torch is soaked in petroleum and cannot be blown out by the wind.
