"Who is making noise at the county government office gate?"
"Master Huang, that's the guy!"
In front of the Yongshun County Government Office, the commotion caused by Chen Ping finally caused the closed county office door to open, and an official was seen walking out. Judging from the flower and bird patterns painted on his chest, he thought he was from the eighth or ninth grade.
Little official.
Chen Ping calmed down slightly after listening to what those government officials said. This person should be the current chief registrar of Yongshun County.
Mr. Huang is young, only in his early thirties, but although he is young, he has a lot of airs.
As soon as he saw Chen Ping, the troublemaker, Chief Huang squinted his eyes and looked up and down. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and put on a serious expression: "Where does this madman come from! How dare you act so recklessly in front of the county government office!" p>
When Chen Ping looked at Master Huang, he felt that he looked familiar and his surname was Huang, so he couldn't help but be cautious.
"Come on! Capture this madman who rushed into the Yamen!"
Director Huang gave the order extremely arrogantly without saying a few words, and a group of government servants immediately filed out of the government office and rushed towards Chen Ping.
"Crazy guy? What a coward!"
"I am the number one scholar appointed by His Majesty in the 18th year of the Apocalypse. Speaking of which, even the magistrates of Yongshun County are less senior than me!"
Chen Ping shouted angrily, and his words were full of anger. He directly overtook Chief Huang and overwhelmed him.
No. 1 pick? No. 1 pick this year?!
All the complicit government officials stopped for an instant, with surprise on their faces, and then looked at Master Huang.
Master Huang was also panic-stricken at this moment, but he remembered clearly that the number one scholar in the dynasty was this person from Yongshun County, Qianzhou, whose surname was Chen Mingping!
Moreover, there seems to be a grudge against his family...
"Hey, I just gave up singing. It's really boring."
Xie Zhiyuan spit out a lychee core, stretched and walked towards the Yamen. When he came to Chen Ping, he put his arm on his shoulder and glanced at everyone present.
"Hey! Then what kind of chief registrar, hurry up and lead the way! My father is a Hanlin scholar, and he is the sixth number one scholar in the Dayu Dynasty. Hurry up!"
Xie Zhiyuan still doesn't understand why Chen Ping wants to rectify this. In his opinion, if he wants to rectify and rectify the government of Yongshun County, there is no need to go to such trouble?
Just show your identity and notify the Yongshun County Magistrate. Is it possible that this small magistrate dares to go against them?
"You, you said you are Chen Ping, do you have proof?"
Chen Ping smiled disdainfully. The evidence? He took off an object from his waist and threw it over.
"Is the goldfish bag given by His Majesty enough?"
Master Huang took the things, and after just one glance, he knew it couldn't be fake. He immediately drank it and realized that he had caused trouble, and secretly complained in his heart.
"Hey, have you seen enough? If you have seen enough, bring it to me!"
Xie Zhiyuan snatched the goldfish bag from Mr. Huang and handed it to Chen Ping, still cursing, and then walked straight into the yamen. The yamen in front of him all moved out of the way and did not dare to stop him.
This is an ordinary day, at least for the current magistrate of Fan County, Yongshun County.
The magistrate was lying under the pavilion in the backyard of the county government office, enjoying the coolness and fruits. He felt extremely comfortable. Although he still had some fantasies about being in the court to express his ambitions, he was mostly enjoying the moment.
The magistrate of Yongshun County has little fortune and no future, but it is rare to find leisure and freedom. He knows his own things, and he does not want to be involved in the struggle in the court at this time of crisis.
After all, he is one parent in Yongshun County, so what does it mean to be a small county magistrate in the court?
"Dong dong dong!"
Just when the county magistrate was immersed in leisurely contentment, a harsh sound of drums broke the calm of the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers. The magistrate's heart trembled, his brows knitted together, and his mood suddenly became unhappy.
"Your Majesty the County, Your Majesty the County!"
The county magistrate was wondering what the sound was, when he heard a hurried cry, and then the housekeeper quickly ran to him.
"What? You said that Chen Ping is back?!"
The magistrate couldn't believe his ears. Before he could ask any more questions, several figures came to the backyard, and the leader drank loudly.
"That's right, I'm here!"
Chen Ping stared sharply at the derelict magistrate who was hiding in the backyard and keeping the gate of the county government tightly closed, and his anger rose in his heart.
The decline of Huating Academy is inseparable from this guy!
Chen Ping's sudden appearance caught the county magistrate by surprise. He hurriedly stood up and came to Chen Ping. Just as he was about to bow his hands, he remembered that Chen Ping had won the first prize, but he didn't have an official status. Then why did he dare to call himself
My officer?
"Are you really Chen Ping? Even if you are, if you don't transfer to the capital and run back to Qianzhou, where will you get your official status?"
"Boy, impersonating an official is a serious crime!"
The county magistrate pretended to be threatening, but in fact he also knew that with Chen Ping's six-yuan champion's gold content, it was not a serious crime of committing rebellion, and he could not be touched at all.
But when he remembered that Chen Ping was still so arrogant in his own territory, the county magistrate felt that even though he was afraid of trouble, he felt that he was losing face, so he looked fierce and tested.
"Hey, I said you..."
Chen Ping raised his hand to stop Xie Zhiyuan, who was about to have a fit, and said to the county magistrate: "Before I left the capital, I was promoted by Your Majesty to be a editor of the Hanlin Academy, with an official rank of sixth grade."
"After all, you, a seventh-grade county magistrate, are below me. How dare you talk back to me when you meet me?!"
If the magistrate was facing an ordinary scholar, these methods would be enough to manipulate him. However, Chen Ping had seen much more scenes in the capital and even conspired with the emperor. How could he be intimidated by this little seventh-grade magistrate?
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"Uh, this! I've seen you sir!"
The county magistrate was speechless for a moment, looking at Chen Ping with an expression as if he was constipated. Finally, he gritted his teeth and bowed his hands in a salute.
He is just an ordinary person who has wasted half his life in the officialdom and is still only a minor official in the county. Not to mention Chen Ping, who is the 18-year-old high school champion, he can't offend even Xie Zhiyuan next to him.
Get up!
Xie Zhiyuan's father is a high-ranking official in the Hanlin Academy who is known as the internal minister.
The county magistrate complained endlessly in his heart. He was clearly on his home court, but he was reduced to a foil.
......
"Master Huang, Huating Academy has been inherited for many years, and I also studied in the academy. Now the academy is in ruins, but the government is blocking its reconstruction. Where is the justice?!"
"Now I want Yongshun County to rebuild Huating Academy, and we can no longer prevent Huating Academy from recruiting students. Do you have any objections?"
As soon as Master Huang entered the door, he heard these aggressive words and subconsciously raised his head to look at the Magistrate.
However, the county magistrate looked embarrassed and seemed to have made compromises and concessions. He only winked at him. Master Huang was shocked and quickly handed over his hands.
"Shang Guan, please don't be surprised. This Huating Academy was not done intentionally by our county, but by orders from above, and we are also acting under orders."
After saying this, Mr. Huang glanced at the Magistrate, and saw a flash of appreciation in the Magistrate's eyes, feeling a little relieved.
The No. 1 Scholar is amazing? The editors of the Hanlin Academy are amazing?
After all, he is not an 18-year-old boy, and his knowledge of the world is much more difficult than learning classics and history!
When Mr. Huang was proud of his superb Cuju skills, little did he know that Chen Ping had already narrowed his eyes slightly, with an intriguing expression on his face.