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Chapter 279 Master's Appreciation

Master Di has a special feeling for Longcheng County and even that remote Jiangzhou.

It used to be a quiet and indifferent spiritual place when he was frustrated in his official career and ambition and was at a low ebb.

Since ancient times, many officials in Jiangzhou have been demoted.

Away from the power centers of Guanzhong and Beijing.

Longcheng is the most remote county in Jiangzhou.

Adjacent to it is Yunmeng Guze, which is rumored to have a goddess and fairy figure passing by in surprise.

Di Fuzi especially remembered that the small farm stir-fries and pickled mustard were delicious.

The folk customs are simple and dull, but without losing the bloody spirit of Wuyue's sons and daughters.

It is a pity that the poor mountains and poor rivers, and the frequent floods, are more frequent than those 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 Master Di left behind an ingenious sluice that he was quite satisfied with before he was transferred away.

It saves money, is easy to make, is efficient in water control, and has immediate results.

But right now.

Someone has lightly erased his sluice gate on the map of Dragon City, and added a new canal that is ingenious and ineffective.

Change blocking to sparse.

Turn decay into magic.

"Butterfly Creek, Broken Wing... Qu? 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, the fingertips along the conspicuous and straight canal on the map, from the ferry at the west end to the ferry at the east end, slowly rubbing and sliding.

As if concentrating on simulating something.

After burning incense, the fat old man at the desk suddenly leaned back, leaned back on the chair, and nodded:

"The orphans are gone and everything is restored. This county is no longer poor and 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.

Only then did he look at a letter from a disciple of the Xie Xun Sect besides this wonderful album.

The previous atlases only contained maps and detailed demonstrations of the Folded Wing Canal, without any mention of the builders or facilitators.

Master Di took out the letter paper, spread it straight out, lowered his eyes, and scanned it up and down.

Xie Xun, who was sent to the south of the Yangtze River to take care of the abandoned Xunyang Wang's family, was basking in his lover's daily life.

However, this time, the fat old man, who was recognized as the leader of the Confucian school by the world's scholars and received snowflakes of letters every day, did not rush through these self-recommendation or recommendation letters and put them on the shelf as before.

He got up, walked to the bookcase, and murmured: "Longcheng Order, Ouyang Lianghan..."

Master Di took out a letter from a certain stack of letters in the bookcase, opened it, and browsed through it again.

This letter was delivered by Yushi Zhongcheng Shen Xisheng as soon as he returned to Luojing after he went to the south of the Yangtze River as an inspector to deal with floods and investigations.

In addition to introducing the details of this trip to the south of the Yangtze River, the censor Zhongcheng praised the young county magistrate, and at the end of the letter he was mentioned as "Xie Xun's disciple".

Ouyang Lianghan.

Di Fuzi had some impressions.

Tanhualang, a Jinshi in the list in the first year of Jiushi, also got a good name. He first won the empress's award, and after Ding's mother was worried, he returned to Beijing again to serve as the censor.

But as if he was induced by Wei Shi, he impulsively admonished the pampered and domineering Princess Changle, contradicted the queen in court, was sentenced to seventy imperial staff, and was sent to prison.

This incident directly caused dissatisfaction with the King Xiang who lived in seclusion in the palace.

Princess Changle is the younger sister of King Xiang, also surnamed Li, she sympathizes with the paternal relatives, and is the object of King Xiang's best efforts to win over.

And Ouyang Lianghan was born in a Confucian academy, and he was naturally conservative and pure.

Well, let’s put aside the fact that Princess Changle presided over the arrogance and overstepped the legal system. Well, with Empress Wei as an example, what happened to the arrogant and arrogant female nobles such as Princess Dazhou?
He should have sat on Li's and Gan Tong's side, but the blade turned inward, stabbing even his own people?

Push the important ally you want to win over to the mortal enemy Wei Shi, just care about right or wrong, regardless of your ass?

Where does this fool who can only tell right from wrong come from?

The king of Xiang was quite angry. At that time, it was said that Ouyang Lianghan was allowed to perish on his own, and let them, the veterans of Baoli, leave it alone. It would be fine if they died in prison. By the way, it would also benefit Princess Changle to calm down and let this It's over soon.

However, Ouyang Lianghan was born in Bailudong Academy after all, and he was a well-known disciple of Xie Xun who was very popular among scholars in the north and south.

So, at that time, including Shen Xisheng, several veteran officials from Bailudong, tacitly wrote a letter and tried it, and then joined the boiling Luoyang Shilin to discuss it... Finally, someone was fished out.

However, Ouyang Lianghan was also sent to the remote Jiangzhou by Her Majesty the Empress, and became the county magistrate of Zhima.

Although he won the reputation of a gentleman in the hearts of the world.

But it also offended King Xiang and Princess Changle. Most of the ministers of the Baoli sect in the court reached a consensus and did not dare to help anymore, so they will not care about it for now.

Later, only Xie Xun still cared about this beloved apprentice and often recommended him.

But he didn't dare to ask for too much, as long as his lover is safe, he should just go to a place to experience and smooth out the edges and corners. He is very grateful to Shen Xisheng and other friends for their help...

That storm wasn't too big, but it wasn't too small either.

Master Di didn't ask too much, he was still busy with a more important matter at the time.

So these are what Shen Xisheng and several other ministers are running about.

However, Master Di also tacitly agrees to this.

In addition to maintaining the Qingliu tradition of censors outspoken and admonishing,

He actually wanted to see if Her Majesty the Queen's attitude had changed.

Ever since Her Majesty the Empress came to court, seized her son's throne, and ruled the world with authority, used her natal family's Wei family, ruthless and cruel officials, and yin and yang family Qi practitioners to vigorously cleanse the court, and changed it to Zhou Empress.

"He Qing Haiyan" for too long, Master Di has not seen such a brave and fearless young man for a long time.

How dare she prepare the coffin in advance, offend Shengyan, contradict the princess, accuse Sang and Huai, and scold the mother and daughter together.

Since Wei wanted to use Ouyang Lianghan to attack Princess Changle, he poured sewage on the ministers of the Baoli faction.

Then he also borrowed the matter of Ouyang Lianghan to throw stones to ask for directions.

Mrs. Di wants to see if Her Royal Highness, who has been sitting in the court for many years and feels that the legal system has been established, has begun to pay attention to the name before and after her rise, and consider the so-called "sacred name through the ages".

Most of the emperors who are very happy with their achievements cherish their wings, even on the bright side.

The final result was that, with the excitement of scholars all over the world and the widespread sympathy of the public in Luoyang City, although Her Majesty the Empress was furious, she finally suppressed her murderous intentions.
Later, instead, they took advantage of Princess Changle's initiative to propose reasons not to kill him and not to give him a chance to be famous in history, so he went downhill and did not kill Ouyang Lianghan.

And he was promoted in name and expelled from the capital.

It seems that His Majesty is old after all, and has begun to realize certain things and fame after death.

And all the cold-blooded things I did before are also trying my best to cover up,

In recent years, the widespread praise of the peace and prosperity is the most obvious example.

She is trying to imitate Taizong's heroic deeds.

Di Fuzi sighed and shook his head.

In any case, Empress Dongming had such a change of heart, he could start to slowly advance on some topics that could not be mentioned before this premise.

From this point of view, the incident of Ouyang Lianghan admonishing Princess Changle has both advantages and disadvantages, and it is indeed quite beneficial, although this young man can be regarded as a crooked one.

However, Master Di didn't like it very much, a young man who could only tell right from wrong.

Because lying down and doing nothing but distinguishing right from wrong, Yi;

But it is difficult to stand up, get up and do it, and do practical things.

Moreover, sometimes it is difficult to tell right from wrong,
Not even a sage can understand this.

When he was young, he read tens of thousands of volumes, and found that the matter of distinguishing right from wrong has stumped countless heroes throughout the ages.

But it is also like an addictive tonic, which excites young people, and in the end they will only be able to distinguish right from wrong all day long, and waste their work.So when he was young, he made up his mind not to be a so-called upright official who can only distinguish right from wrong...

Outside the window of the study, a piece of woods gathered 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 away.

Master Di glanced at the picture of the folded-wing canal flipped up by the wind on the case, thoughtfully:
"Not only can you tell right from wrong..."

The next day, Mrs. Di got up early and went to the early court. He took the daily civil and military duties of the Manchu Dynasty and had an audience with the Queen.

After coming down to court, she was retained by Her Majesty the Empress, and went to the Hall of Renshou with the holy driver, and was given an embroidered stool. They sat together and received the foreign tribute envoys. Quite satisfied, rewarding the heavenly kingdom with the heavy gift that should be, Master Di sat next to him, expressionless...

Half an hour later, the elderly empress finally let go of the fat old man and allowed her to return to the official office.

Master Di slowly returned to the main hall of Fengge, sat down on the small table by the window, and made calculations.

The officials in the two rows of Phoenix Pavilion below glanced at the head of the hall from time to time.

Di Fuzi lowered his head to settle accounts, as usual.

As the prime minister on the spot, with every move he made, there were countless pairs of eyes of friends or foes staring at him, guessing his motives and trying to figure out his thoughts.

Master Di has long been used to it.

Speechless for a day.

The second quarter of Maochu came again, Master Di left his seat, and still took the lead out of the hall.

But this time, his pace slowed down a little bit, a little slow, and when he passed the Yushitai, he happened to meet Shen Xisheng, who was also a high-ranking Yushi Zhongcheng.

"Master." Shen Xi saluted.

Master Di put his hands behind his back, let out a soft "hmm", and walked in front.

Shen Xi followed quietly.

The two of them seemed to be on their way to Yingtianmen, and happened to leave behind the large crowd on the main road.

During the short journey, Master Di said a few words to Shen Xisheng without looking back.

The latter was slightly stunned, before he could ask any further questions, the two approached the Yingtian Gate, Master Di stepped forward to meet Zhu Zi Gongqing, leaving Shen Xisheng behind.

The censor Zhongcheng looked thoughtful.

Early the next morning.

A young inspector censor from Yushitai walked into the Ministry of Officials with a piece of paper with his head held high.

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.

Yushitai has the right to supervise all officials, including the review of officials' performance and promotion credentials. It is not surprising to use these files.

The official of the Ministry of Civil Affairs glanced at the seal and signature of a certain Mr. Shen in the lower right corner of the document, and after confirming that it was correct, he turned his head and led the people into the warehouse to get the files.

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The night is cold as water.

In Jishanfang, a low-key and simple mansion, the traffic outside the gate had already dispersed during the day, and it was not quiet until late at night.

At this moment, the prime minister's residence was sparsely lit.

This is in stark contrast to the surrounding rich mansions that are brightly lit all night long, as well as the gorgeous Zhulou buildings shining with colorful lights on the edge of Luoshui not far away on Linshui Long Street.

That's right, in Luoyang, the prime minister and a skilled woman who loves to sweat can even live in the same Lifang.

The streets in Luoyang City are crisscrossed, and the Lifang is adjacent to each other. The special Lifang system is easy to manage. Although there is a curfew, Luoyang City is the most prosperous place in the world, with a population of one million.

The curfew only restricts the movement of people in each neighborhood, and does not limit the special nightlife in a single neighborhood.

Not far away, the brothel by the Luoshui River was noisy, and it didn't disturb the silent atmosphere in a certain study room at all.

Master Di quietly flipped through the memorials and examination papers,

On the table, a single bright light faintly illuminated the names of those Jiangzhou officials in Jiangnan Dao on the memorials and examination papers.

There is even a flashing four-letter name of "Ouyang Lianghan" on one of the memorials.

All the reported memorials about the water control of Longcheng and the Zheyi Canal are all here.

Among them, it also includes examination papers that record the evaluation and knowledge of officials at all levels in the state and county.

It is all about the construction process and details of that broken-wing canal.

Although Luodu is thousands of miles away from Jiangnan Road, the fat old man who squinted his eyes under the light gradually pieced together the whole picture about the whole process of a certain young county magistrate silently building the Zhanyi Canal.

Di Fuzi never listens to this kind of thing,
Even Xie Xun, Shen Xisheng and other close disciples.

"Ah."

Di Fuzi chuckled lightly.

He flipped through the officials' reports on the Broken Wing Canal, and he understood why this water conservancy construction, which is a meritorious service in the present and benefits in the future,
After it was reported to Luoyang, there was no discussion in the three provinces and six ministries including Tianguan at all.

Except for the Ministry of Officials, the Shangguan responsible for evaluating the performance of local officials was negligent in their duties.

There is also the reason that this entire channel for feedback on the performance of local officials is almost completely rigid and blocked.

In these memorials, more than half of the inspecting officials in Jiangzhou Prefecture, as well as the officials of several counties around Longcheng County who were benefited, praised them generously.

But there are also those who talk in general terms, or praise and derogatory, such as the Jiangzhou governor Wang Lengran.

Just look, in ten other states and counties in the world, all the performance projects reported to the Heavenly Officials and Departments are all words of praise, tacit understanding, and hype.

People's political achievements are only three points, but they are also bragging about ten points.

But this Broken Wing Canal is good, it is really good, with a glittering political achievement.

In the end, how was the bragging done? There are still a group of people who secretly poke and hold back, and there are mixed praises and criticisms.

In the eyes of the assessment officials of the Ministry of Officials, it is not bad to have a five-point score. This also requires the assessment officials to have some knowledge of water conservancy, which can be regarded as knowledgeable.

The fat old man put down the stack of memorials, shook his head, closed his eyes and rubbed between 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 again.

This memorial is signed "Ouyang Lianghan".

It was the chief official of Longcheng County, Xie Xun's beloved disciple.

Of course, among the many officials who submitted the performance memorial, he was also the most outrageous one.

The chief officials in other places also know that Wang Po sells melons and sells them to boast.

This Ouyang Lianghan is good, he seems to have given the whole process of praise to Diao Xiancheng, the second official of the county government, with confidence,

And in his memorial, there are no words of praise, and the numbers are pasted line by line, as if he was afraid that the official, who was drinking tea leisurely, would understand it.

The candlelight emitted an orange halo, illuminating the dense numbers like tadpoles on the memorial of a certain young county magistrate.

"interesting."

The fat old man laughed suddenly.

He squeezed the memorial's fingers and tapped the page cover subconsciously, as if he was moving a set of calculation chips.

This young junior likes to throw numbers. Coincidentally, he, Mr. Di, is most familiar with numbers.

"Do you also like to settle accounts?"

This Ouyang Lianghan carefully calculated an account in this memorial.

He calculated how much money Longcheng County had saved for Jiangzhou and the imperial court, and how many victims had been fed for the disaster relief and flood control.

After he figured it out, he reversely supported several disaster-stricken counties around him, and even filled up the Jimin warehouse in Jiangzhou that had been emptied by the rats.

Calculated, he spent almost no money from the imperial court, recruited rice merchants to invest in the Zhanyi Canal and the new ferry, how much invisible income he could give to the people of Longcheng every year, and how much business and official taxes he could feed back to the imperial court...

Account after account, column by column of numbers, was listed in this memorial in black and white by the young county magistrate.

This is the biggest show off of a local parent official.

However, this fact-based memorial had been quietly lying in the dark warehouse of the Ministry of Heavenly Officials before, and was pressed into the bottom of the box, brand new.

It was not handed over to Her Majesty the Queen or any of the Ministers of Political Affairs.

If it weren't for the coincidence that Ouyang Lianghan was also recommended by a famous Confucian teacher who was born in Qiwang with five surnames.

Master Di closed the memorial and sighed slightly.

"It's an excellent seedling that can be a cook, and the old man almost missed it, so he has to 'catch' it back and not let it go.

"How should I arrange it? Should I be transferred back to the capital and cultivated close to him slowly, or nearby...give him a way to reach the heavens, although the risk for that family is actually quite high..."

He stared at the empty study in front of him, was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and pushed the pile of memorials and examination papers in front of him three feet away.

The breeze blown by the fat old man's gesture of pushing his hand and asking you to please yourself made the yellow candle on the table flicker, 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 update will be tomorrow afternoon, good brothers!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)