My book friend Long Aotian

Chapter 13: Set up the server abroad!
I never expected that I would be stabbed in the face by a reader so early in the morning.

This guy has already found a way to die!

However, as an open-minded and generous author, Li Bailong would not argue with this idiot - after all, he is also his loyal reader.

Not only will he not be narrow-minded, he will also repay evil with kindness and give the other party the highest courtesy in the online literature industry.

That is, write the other person into the book.

It was happily decided that the next duck in the book would be named Ding!
When Li Bailong thought of this, he sneered in his heart and said, "In this case, I have something important to do. Captain Ding, I will take my leave now."

The gatekeepers returned the greetings and watched Li Langjun walk out of the gate.

Captain Ding turned around, not knowing yet that he was about to become Ding's second son. He looked at the people nearby who had been peeking at this place, and felt proud.

——He is also a respectable man who can chat and laugh with Mr. Li.

Taking advantage of this proud mood, the captain of the police did not sit back in his chair to drink tea. Instead, he held his head high and walked slowly to the observation deck next to the gate, pretending to be loyal to his duty and enforcing the law with dignity.

The observation tower was several feet high. Climbing up to it, one could see the row upon row of roofs of Chunpingfang spreading out in full view. Captain Ding motioned the yamen runner on duty to go down, and then he stood up on his own, leaning on the railing and looking into the distance. His eyes were like lightning, sweeping across the Linxian County, which he had seen many times.

Next to the railing on his left, there was a row of birdhouses with exquisite appearance and fine materials. From time to time, starlings would descend from the sky, enter the birdhouses to drink water, eat, clean their feathers, and then fly back into the sky.

There is the same seal on the side of all the birdhouses, which reads, "All things have spirits, and those who are capable can control them."

This seal belongs to the Lingyu Sect, one of the six major sects in Qi State, which is as famous as the Xuanyuan Sect.

Li Bailong walked out of the gate, but saw a plaque with the words "Chunpingfang" hanging on the high gate above him, and on the left hand side there was a rectangular sign with large characters written in iron and silver.

"Flying is prohibited in the civilian quarters ahead, and the height limit for light skills is two meters."

"It is forbidden to climb high and look into people's houses."

"It is forbidden to climb over eaves and walls or trample on people's houses."

"Eagle Eyes are watching, don't take chances, violators will be severely punished, the law is ruthless."

Long Aotian asked in his mind: "Do you want to rescue Boss Chen from prison?"

Li Bailong replied, "Not really. We have sorted out the administration of Lin County several times. The county officials today are all smart people who know what can and cannot be done. At least Boss Chen will not suffer the pain of torture. Having said that, it is not a good thing for him to be locked up all the time, but I have to have a legitimate reason to come forward..."

He thought for a moment and said, "Well, Boss Chen has a wife and children. I can find a chance to persuade his wife and ask her to bring her son to Huaxin Tower to cry and beg for justice. Then, it will be reasonable for me to come forward and it won't arouse suspicion from outsiders..."

But this just helps get Boss Chen out.

As we all know, the courage of the website is much smaller than that of the writer. It was almost opened yesterday. Li Bailong himself was scared to death, not to mention Boss Chen...

After this incident, the businessman must have been frightened and would most likely no longer be willing to print "Legend of Huangji Zhantian". So he would have to find another platform for serialization.

But changing platforms is only a temporary solution. As long as this book continues to attract more attention, the voices of criticism will surely become louder and louder, and incidents similar to last night will continue to occur.

In order to solve the problem once and for all and avoid interference from the imperial court...

Then I can only go to Bac Ninh.

If we set up the server in Ningguo, we won’t have to worry about the Southern Dynasty, since there is no wall anyway.

This bold idea flashed through his mind for a moment, and was immediately remembered by Li Bailong. However, now is not the time to talk about it, as things have their priorities.

"Get Boss Chen out first. There's no need to rush to print the fourth volume. Keep it out of the spotlight for now. This is called a protective removal."

He thought to himself, "The female detective I met last night was very strange, but she was obviously well prepared. She even asked me if I was from the Demon Sect. What a psycho." Judging from the attitude of Constable Ding and his gang, there is no big problem for the time being and there is no need to panic.

As for that female constable, we also need to find an opportunity to find out her background.

This is not difficult. After all, she had directly dispatched the county yamen runners to arrest innocent scholars for her last night. Since there are traces, they can definitely find out her details from the county magistrate. As for whether the county magistrate is willing to tell her...

hum.

When Baihua Valley was founded here twelve years ago, the population of Lin County, including the surrounding villages and towns, totaled more than 8,000 households. Now, it has skyrocketed to more than 35,000 households. This is because Baihua Valley runs a textile and brocade business here and has boosted the scale of the industry, thus attracting a large number of people from other places.

Population growth is a first-rate political achievement. Moreover, the textile industry is extremely profitable, and the annual tax revenue has more than quadrupled.

With a large population and prosperous business, other indexes have also grown rapidly. Data such as the number of martial arts children has also risen. With the support of many data, four county magistrates have been replaced in twelve years. Each of them has been evaluated as the best and has a bright future as soon as his term of office is over.

As for private income, there is no need to mention it.

Because of these relationships, the relationship between Baihua Valley and each county magistrate is clearly divided into public and private - on the surface, everyone talks about their own things, but in private, they are all grandsons.

With this kind of kinship, asking the county magistrate for a small favor is just a small matter.

He walked leisurely while thinking about things. After crossing the arch bridge in front, he came to the prosperous Lingluo Lane.

Li Bailong climbed onto the bridge and looked at the river surface as usual.

The river water was clear, with lotus flowers dotted on the surface and a few fish swimming around. The water quality looked excellent. There were guard walls on both sides of the river and signs erected at regular intervals.

Isn't it time to change the name of this river?

He smiled slightly and walked down the bridge. There was a stone tablet beside the bridge, but the name of the bridge was not written on it.

"A monument that prohibits textile and dyeing wastewater from entering the river forever."

Lower right corner.

"The county magistrate Pang Ming and his brother Li Bailong have inscribed a stele here. Your merits and virtues will be passed down to future generations for generations to come."

On the back is a detailed inscription, which was left by the previous county magistrate. It eloquently introduced the causes and consequences. At that time, the rectification of the local textile industry and the planning of sewage discharge plans unexpectedly caused a big stir, so that the county magistrate at that time took advantage of the popularity, resulting in even better evaluations, and he was promoted to the position of Beijia in Huazhou last year.

Li Bailong also left his calligraphy on this matter.

His gaze passed over the inscription and turned to the wooden slogans erected on both sides of the river. Those were the ones he wrote.

"The indiscriminate discharge of sewage will lead to the extinction of all descendants."

Only after crossing the bridge did we completely leave the wealthy area. The market suddenly became bustling. Small vendors lived along the street. In the morning, they took down the door panels and opened their shops directly on the street and started selling their goods.

It is morning now, and most of the business is selling breakfast. Most of the customers are weavers and dyers who have good salaries, are too lazy to cook, and would rather sleep a little longer.

The workers included both men and women, mostly couples, mothers and children, or sisters sitting together. They did not avoid men and all sat at the tables in the street shops, blowing on the steaming bowls of soup.

The soup bowl usually contains a kind of porridge local to Lin County, which is cooked with dried mulberries, medicinal herbs, japonica rice, yam, red dates and other ingredients. It not only fills the stomach and warms the stomach, but also relieves back pain, clears the liver and improves eyesight. It is deeply loved by weavers.

People sipped the rims of their bowls slowly, picking up a piece of the cold-mixed mulberry vegetables from the plate with their chopsticks from time to time. They chatted and laughed in low voices amid the hustle and bustle of the city and the steam rising from the bowls, not really paying attention to who was passing by them.

Li Bailong passed by them, crossed the bustling market, and came to a building with a plaque hanging high with three big characters "Hua Xin Lou" inscribed on it. It was the office of Baihua Valley in Lin County.

(End of this chapter)