Outside Yongshun County, thousands of people gathered at the construction site, and there was an atmosphere of chaos inside and outside.
Ever since Mr. Qian Liang gave up his plan, Magistrate Wang was immediately blinded. Looking at the pile of account books, his eyes seemed to be looking at the enemy who killed his father.
Although Magistrate Wang writes articles like a god, he does not behave like some officials in his daily life. He only knows to leave all matters to the county magistrate and the chief bookkeeper.
But accounting, cashiering, and writing off money and food are really not his strengths.
In the imperial examination, it was because of my good writing skills and beautiful articles that I stood out from thousands of students.
It is precisely because of this that when he first took office, many colleagues joked that Yongshun County had many stone walls, but now it is time to add more masterpieces.
Writing poems and articles on stone walls in places with stunning scenery is an extremely elegant thing.
Not only do county officials from various places like to do such elegant things, but almost all the famous Confucian officials in the world have such deeds.
But what County Magistrate Wang did in the next few years completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
A scholar with wonderful writing skills, once put on his official robe, he seems to be a different person.
He actually never wrote another poem!
Instead, he spent two years personally visiting every corner of Yongshun County and inspecting the folk customs and products in detail.
After gaining a detailed understanding of Yongshun County, Magistrate Wang finally did something earth-shattering.
Renovate roads throughout the county as a breakthrough to solve the livelihood problems of people in Yongshun County!
According to the official document reported by County Magistrate Wang to the state government, Yongshun County is located at the junction of the southwest border and the hinterland of the Central Plains, and should have been an important transportation thoroughfare.
In addition to connecting people and materials between the two places, it can also help local people find livelihoods.
But the reality is not like this. Merchants traveling between the two places would rather take a long detour and waste three to five days more than take the tiankeng road in this section of Yongshun County.
Only those vendors with heavy loads on their shoulders had to cross Yongshun County with difficulty because they really couldn't afford the detour.
It is said that every time these small traders successfully leave Yongshun County, they will curse, "I will never suffer this crime again. I will be a son of a bitch next time I take this business route!"
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Magistrate Wang stood in front of the temporary tent, his eyes dull.
He kept forcing himself to look at the thick account book, and white stars soon appeared in front of his eyes. Now he stood up and calmed down.
But at this moment, I am very anxious. The construction of road renovation has begun, and people come to collect materials all the time. If we do not register, the accounts will be chaotic.
The budget, which is already not rich, may become even more deficient.
After all, most of the people who manage the people on site are minor officials in the county government offices. These people are all descendants of the gentry families in each town.
This is because the children of the direct sect will study and take the imperial examination, while those born from the concubines will either go into business or become officials after they can learn a few words. This is the practice of small families throughout the Dayu Dynasty.
These petty officials usually don't have much luck and don't get much benefit from the family. It can be said that they all have green eyes and are looking for ways to make a fortune everywhere.
The road construction fund that the imperial court has just allocated to Yongshun County is the largest amount of money they have had access to in recent years!
Faced with the endless ways of making money from the officials below, County Magistrate Wang was already exhausted mentally and physically.
If he could find solid evidence, he would have taken down a few examples to scare the monkeys.
And the scolded minor officials all complained that they were innocent and working for the county government, but they were not trusted, which really hurt people's hearts.
With the accounts in confusion and no evidence, Magistrate Wang had no choice but to endure it.
It's noon.
The sun was too strong, and the peasants who had worked hard for a long time were finally able to rest.
But when they returned to the temporary work shed, a shocking commotion immediately broke out.
"What's going on? Why haven't you made lunch yet? Don't you mean you're in a hurry?"
"Something's wrong. I just went to the cook's place to check. The lunch was very sparse, which is different from what County Magistrate Wang promised!"
"Could it be a mistake? Magistrate Wang personally promised yesterday that workers would never go hungry..."
"..."
Questions and curses turned the already chaotic construction site into a mess.
Magistrate Wang had already abandoned his account books and fled the construction site in despair. He couldn't find the problem and what else could he do except avoid it first.
He stood under the big tree in the distance, looking eagerly at the road in the distance.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, if you don't come here, I will have to temporarily disband the civilian husband, otherwise there will be big trouble."
As for the materials and money wasted after disbanding the civil servants, as well as his own official career, County Magistrate Wang has no intention of taking care of it at this moment.
"Yes... yes..."
An old horse panted heavily and trudged forward on the dilapidated official road.
Even though Mr. Ye was mentally prepared, he still underestimated the power of this bad road.
I thought that two hours would be enough to drive with all my strength.
Unexpectedly, in less than a year, this road has become more rugged and difficult to navigate!
In order to arrive as soon as possible, he had to keep urging the driver.
The driver had no choice but to wave his whip constantly to inject power into the old horse pulling the cart.
As a result, the old horse that had been injected with too much power saw the last stage of the journey, but could no longer run.
No matter how much the coachman pushed him, he was just a grinder, making Mr. Ye tremble with anger.
Fortunately, Chen Ping was comforting him and said, "Teacher, don't worry. Magistrate Wang is also a dignified county magistrate. Isn't it possible that he can't hold on for a day or two?"
"Isn't it just writing off money and food expenses? It's not that difficult."
Mr. Ye was silent for a moment, and then sighed softly, "Let me ask you, if you let that boy Chongwen do this, how long do you think he can last?"
Chen Ping: "..."
"When Magistrate Wang was studying, he looked very much like Chongwen now."
Chen Ping was instantly speechless. It would be easier to let Ye Chongwen clean up the account books than to kill him directly.
Then you really should rush there as soon as possible to avoid any big mistakes.
At this time, a figure suddenly jumped out from under a big elm tree by the roadside.
This figure was quite vigorous, and he rushed to the carriage in an instant, and the cry soon followed.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, you have come to save me!"
Chen Ping instinctively thought it was a bandit attack, and he almost threw Mr. Ye under him.
Fortunately, Magistrate Wang's voice was not unfamiliar to either of them, so there was no misunderstanding.
The coachman stopped the carriage, and Mr. Ye walked out tremblingly with Chen Ping's support.
The two of them looked at Magistrate Wang in horror, looking quite embarrassed.
What's going on?
Are the rebels coming, or are the aliens from the border crossing south?