Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 179: Corruption in Nanjun

The job of Censor in the Censorate was very suitable for Mei Bo. The old man agreed after thinking about it for less than an incense stick of time.

Deng Chanyu's Governor's Office is vague to the current Shang Dynasty officials. Outsiders have no idea what this institution is. It just so happens that Mei Bo really needs some ambiguity now. Being a censor in the Censorate does not count as a betrayal of the Shang Dynasty because the Shang Dynasty does not have this official position.

As a senior official of the Shang Dynasty who was wrongfully imprisoned and dismissed from his post, it is reasonable for me to say a few words when I see injustice while catching a few corrupt officials in Nanjun.

The old man said sternly, "Okay, I'm willing to serve as the Censor of the Metropolitan Censorate. However, I've been stubborn all my life and will never flatter or say anything flattering. If you're dissatisfied, I have my life here, and you can come and take it anytime."

Deng Chanyu smiled generously: "Hahahaha, I think I do have some tolerance."

three days later.

"You old bastard with white hair and gray beard, you have insulted me too much!" Deng Chanyu was so angry that she drew out the Nanming Lihuo Sword.

I used to think King Zhou was narrow-minded, but now, holy shit, King Zhou put up with Mei Bo for a full ten years! I can't even stand it for three days!
He was obviously a military general, but he was dragged into doing clerical work. Ding Ce, who always believed that he was extremely talented, tried to persuade him.

"Calm down, Governor. Mei Bo must be talking about me, not you."

Mei Bo criticized Deng Chanyu's series of actions, and then also ridiculed Ding Ce's little idea of ​​living in seclusion outside Chaoge City.

Ding Ce was very depressed. He saw through everything but didn't say it out loud. Do you, old man, understand?
Mei Bo was really a tough guy. He stuck his neck out and showed no fear at all when facing the Nanming Lihuo Sword, a sword that shone with dazzling brilliance as soon as it was drawn out.

Anyway, he is just an old man and can be killed with any sword. You can do whatever you want.

Deng Chanyu took two deep breaths. "This Governor was certainly a bit impulsive, but 'it's better to stop when you have enough. It's impossible to keep something sharp for long. A house full of gold and jade cannot be guarded. Pride in wealth and nobility brings disaster. Retirement after accomplishment is the way of Heaven.' Do things in moderation to prevent things from going to extremes and backfiring. I'm allowing those farmers who can't pay their taxes to pay next year. What's wrong with that?"

Mei Bo's attitude was very upright. "What if the farmers still can't pay next year? Will the deadline be extended to the year after? If other farmers see him not paying taxes, will they follow suit? The governor asked me to supervise officials in various places, so I must strictly abide by his orders. There is no such thing as moderation. I must do my best. I do this, and so should those farmers who can't pay their taxes. Only when everyone fulfills their responsibilities can the country maintain long-term stability. There is no such thing as the law of nature."

Deng Chanyu was completely speechless and couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Sage Taiqing, there is an old man here who has made your theory useless. I will tie his hands and feet for you, and you can quickly throw him into the Bagua Purple Gold Furnace to refine him.

It cannot be said that Mei Bo's words are unreasonable. His words have some Legalist meaning, which is very different from Deng Chanyu's Huang-Lao way of governing the country.

It is hard to say who is right or wrong. We can only absorb the essence of each other's thoughts and work together to find a new way of governing the country.

Deng Chanyu thought about it and felt that the land in the south was still not as good as that in Xiqi. If one had bad luck, one would work hard for a year and end up working for nothing, or even end up owing money. She believed that farmers could delay paying taxes for one year, but it must not exceed three years.

Then he looked at Ding Ce, not caring that Mei Bo was standing right in front of him: "Let Guo Chen continue his work. The Governor's Office will give him a credit."

Guo Chen is Ding Ce's sworn brother. He is a relatively simple military general without any great talents. There is no major war in Nanjun now, and there are many military generals, so he has no chance to make merit and get promoted in a hurry.

Deng Chanyu appointed Guo Chen, a burly, bearded man, as the Minister of Rites. His daily duties included teaching the barbarian chieftains who had surrendered to him to speak the "Business Yin Language"!
Language is often a powerful weapon for destroying another race. Guo Chen taught well and was very responsible, but Mei Bo ran over and said that Guo Chen had an accent and that his Yin language was not authentic enough!

Deng Chanyu was devastated. What the hell was authentic about this? Couldn't he just say no?
In order to appease Guo Chen and keep the Minister of Rites motivated, she also gave him a hundred gold coins as an encouragement.

The Phoenix clone is absorbing the blood essence of the Ancestral Witch. During this period, Deng Chanyu Benyu is unable to practice. The energy in the blood essence of the Ancestral Witch is too abundant. Adding Xuanmen magic power to this process will easily cause a conflict between the two energies. During this period, she concentrates on handling various government affairs.

Mei Bo was a good nitpicker, but one had to admit that the old man was a real tough guy. He was ruthless when it came to the issue of corruption among officials in Nanjun. He ignored all warnings and threats. He was stabbed on the street, but he still went to work the next day.

"Things must rot before worms can be born." Deng Chanyu attaches great importance to the issue of anti-corruption.

The literacy rate was too low these days, and there were few people who could serve as officials.

Fighting corruption is not difficult; the difficulty lies in how to deal with it.

Criticism and education are completely ineffective, and beheading directly is not appropriate. Mei Bo only cares about distinguishing between good and bad, and he doesn't care how to deal with them.

Deng Chanyu thought for a long time, but could not think of any method from the world of the living. As a last resort, she used the method from the underworld.

Aren't you corrupt? Fine, I'll send you on a tour of the eighteen levels of hell.

To be honest, the Eighteen Levels of Hell of the Witch Clan are very creatively built.

Deng Chanyu gave Daji the names of the officials who "voluntarily" wanted to participate in this big team-building project in the Yin and Yang world. Daji, who was currently in charge of the Book of Life and Death and the Judge's Pen, crossed out the name and said, "Go!"

The brothers Fang Bi and Fang Xiang became the tour guides of the Eighteen Levels of Hell. More than a dozen military officers who served as civil officials were captured by the underworld and were led trembling with fear as they toured the Eighteen Levels of Hell from top to bottom.

Those whose corruption wasn't too serious were thrown in for three days and then sent back to work. Those with more serious cases were given a month's trial before being fried in oil. As for the most serious ones, they were left in the underworld to help Daji boost her sales.

If you are dissatisfied, you can go to the King of Hell to complain. Our work in the underworld is open and transparent. In the end, whether the King of Hell accepts your case or not is not up to Deng Chanyu.

More than half a month passed, and Mei Bo investigated everywhere and found that the administration in Nanjun had miraculously improved a lot. Several officials who had taken money but did not do their work, and who would not do their work even less if they did not take money, had become dedicated to their work.

He was very puzzled and didn't know how Deng Chanyu punished this group of people. You know, King Zhou had no other way except beheading and confiscating their property.

He asked several times, but Deng Chanyu just smiled and said nothing, so the old man stopped asking.

Thinking about his own participation in this matter, he couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment, and his recognition of Nanjun increased by two points.

(End of this chapter)