Today's Huating Academy has only a handful of people, and it seems that it has been completely forgotten by everyone.
Li Feng was already used to strange things. He walked across the long street and entered a tavern, where Li Yang was waiting for guests.
Since Mr. Ye passed away, teacher Li Yang has become less and less fond of going out, and only spends his days meditating and walking around in the academy.
It was a rare occasion that Li Feng could not help but be curious.
When he came outside the door and saw another person in the private room, his eyes suddenly showed a bit of surprise, "Mr. Zhao?"
Mr. Zhao heard the sound and looked towards Li Feng and smiled softly.
"Brother Yuanshu, what do you think?" Li Yang sat across from him and pointed at the test paper on the table, "You have seen this child's qualifications. It is not difficult to pass the county examination."
This person is none other than Zhao Wenhe, courtesy name Yuanshu, who teaches at Jiangxia Academy, and is Wang Yang’s best friend.
Zhao Wenhe stared at the test paper, feeling a little moved in his heart.
"Young and intelligent, with astonishing insights, he quotes scriptures when making decisions, knows how to be righteous and does not fall into the trap of clichés. He is indeed a rare child prodigy."
Li Yang laughed and stroked his beard proudly, "It is not difficult for a wealthy family to train such a child. But there is only one thing, even they can't compare."
"Oh?" Zhao Wenhe raised his eyebrows and asked with interest: "Which point?"
"This guy is smart, but he doesn't show off." Li Yang picked up the test paper and stared at the neat and clean paper. "He is also somewhat calm and calm, which is rare. He doesn't pretend to be profound or make arrogant remarks.
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In today's aristocratic families, if a child prodigy comes out, who wouldn't be arrogant and arrogant?
But Chen Ping is different.
He is talented, intelligent and sincere in his treatment of others. He does not think too highly of others and knows his own weaknesses. He is best at making use of his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses.
Such a mind is no worse than anyone else!
But because of this, Li Yang felt helpless, "This child will not be able to get ahead in Huating Academy. After passing the county examination, if he wants to move forward, he will need support."
But today's Huating Academy does not have this ability.
It is also because of this that we have today’s meeting.
Zhao Wenhe was silent for a moment and said: "You know my temperament. If a person comes into my hands, he will be different from you. I don't care what his former teacher did, but if this child has any bad character, I will not
Will stay. Old friend, do you understand?"
He looked so stern that Li Feng looked a little dazed.
However, when Li Yang heard that things were stable, he smiled instead of getting angry, "Ha, if it wasn't like that, why would I come to ask you for help?"
He knew that his old friend was extremely serious about his work, which made him feel more at ease.
"In this case, after other counties have passed the test, they can come and find me." Zhao Wenhe stood up with his hands raised and bowed, "I will go back to the state capital first, please."
Li Yang returned the gift, "Please."
Zhao Wenhe came here because he had other important matters, so he left the restaurant after talking.
When Li Feng saw people leaving, he asked: "It's still early for the county exam, are you in such a hurry?"
"Make plans in advance to prevent unexpected events." Li Yang walked to the window, letting the cold wind blow away the smell of alcohol on his body, and sighed. "I don't know why, I always feel powerless recently. I often think of Brother Wenchang. Could it be that my end is approaching?
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"Teacher, you must not have such an idea." Li Feng changed his face, and these words sounded really ominous.
Li Yang waved his hand and walked out of the restaurant, "Walk with me everywhere."
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Deep in the lower reaches of the Cang River, a small boat is moored in the undercurrent.
There are several villages scattered under the dike on the south bank, with mountain roads extending in all directions, and runoff running through them, like a huge net.
At this time, the morning light is slightly dew, and the mountains are like ink. If you look from top to bottom, it will be a natural splash-ink picture, which is fascinating.
But Zhao Jin had no intention of enjoying the beautiful scenery. He had visited almost all the villages downstream and learned that strange people did appear on the night the river embankment collapsed.
They came at night and left quietly.
If the flood incident hadn't caused panic at that time, the people along the coast might not have noticed this group of people.
But after the incident, these people seemed to have disappeared without a trace.
Living people will not disappear, so they hide.
And it should be hidden nearby.
Zhao Jin has been in office for many years, and he still has some methods for investigating and handling cases. It took him all the way to the place where he came from.
The other party is hiding very deep, and this place is almost beyond the scope of Yongshun County.
Zhao Jin looked up at the unfamiliar mountain peak and suddenly noticed that the terrain nearby was excellent and the water source was sufficient, but there was not much farmland.
The ground is wet and muddy, it must have rained not long ago, and there are messy footprints on the ground.
Most of these footprints range from seven to eight inches, and they were obviously left by adult men. The footprints are very deep, and there are gravels on both sides of the road.
Zhao Jin was about to step forward to check when two voices suddenly came from his ears, approaching from far away.
He quickly dodged and hid in the nearby grass.
"This basket is falling apart. Haven't new ones been issued yet?"
A tall and thin man was carrying a basket and complained: "Don't think about it, this basket also costs money, and we will have to pay it when the time comes."
The person next to me cursed, "Profiteer!"
The two complained as they walked, and soon they turned into a trail.
Zhao Jin stared at the two people, surprised and followed them silently.
After a while, he discovered a small village deep in the trail.
Calling it a village is not accurate enough, because most of the people here are men, and there are only a few women making pots and cooking nearby.
After the two people put down the things on their backs, they walked deeper into the mountain.
Zhao Jin bypassed the village and followed it from the hillside. Not long after, a huge quarry appeared in front of him.
Zhao Jin was dumbfounded, when did such a large quarry exist outside Yongshun County?
The working quarry workers are well-trained, and the soil they transport is still a little black.
In the center of the quarry, there is a stone tablet erected, and a huge wooden frame is placed next to it. The wellhead is propped up in the middle, leading directly to the ground. Workers are transporting soil out of the car.
Zhao Jin was stunned for a moment, remembering the gravel he had just seen, which was slightly blue-grey and had a hard and uneven texture.
This is not a quarry, this is a mine!
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What they are digging is iron ore!
All the mines in the county have been recorded by the government, so why is there an extra mine here?
Zhao Jin was shocked and confused, hanging on the tree and looking down.
There are at least one to two hundred people working in such a large mine, almost all of whom are strong men. I have never heard of this place.
This is too appalling!
He didn't dare to be reckless, so he picked a thick old tree and hid his body in the canopy.
It's still early and the people in the mine are very busy.
A hemp rope as thick as an arm hangs the basket upward, and the man pulling the rope has his chest and abdomen exposed, and he is actually covered in sweat despite the cold weather.
There are people patrolling around the mine carrying steel knives.
Obviously, this is a private mine where no one can see anyone.
Thinking of this, a figure appeared in Zhao Jin's mind, and his back tensed up like a cheetah.
Huang Liuye of Fuding Tower---Huang Fu!
If anyone in Yongshun County has anything to do with the mine, it is undoubtedly him.
Suddenly, Zhao Jin felt like he was enlightened.
He collapsed the flood discharge channel, and the rumors spread, which were connected with Huang Laosan's rise to power, and there was a vague smell of conspiracy.
Could it be that the Huang family did all this?
Although Zhao Jin had once suspected that the Huang family had spread the rumor, but it was related to the official documents of the imperial court. He intuitively felt that the Huang family was not so capable, so he did not think about it further.
Dayu Dynasty has never restricted private mining. The emperor has set up a company with built-in inspectors to inspect the location of the ore seedlings, and recruits private people to handle the mining, and will also give certain rewards to the managers.
Nominally speaking, this is to firmly control the circulation and mining of minerals in the hands of the government, but in fact there are still huge loopholes.
How do recruiters negotiate?
How do managers make profits?
The profits made by the miners are so huge that it is enviable. The government does not care about the tax increase on mining. The annual tax deduction of up to 30% is enough to make people lose their minds.
Everyone in the world is interested in profit, and those who are addicted to taking goods are repeatedly prohibited from doing so to enrich their families. The selection of candidates is often suspected of nepotism.
If Huang Fu had the right to mine, An Neng would not have the support from the DPRK and China behind him.
Thinking of this, Zhao Jin actually felt a little frightened in his heart. Looking at the people in the mine, their mood was very different.
There are more than 100 people working in the mines here who are not under the jurisdiction of the government, and the Yongshun County Government has never participated in collecting taxes.
Zhao Jin suppressed his shock and still couldn't believe it.
If Huang Fu really had such great ability, why would he need to stay in this remote place?
This thing is a little weird. Without evidence, it’s just talk.
His eyes swept across the patrol team on the mine, and after pondering for a moment, he quietly retreated.