A stout man said angrily: "Nonsense! I know that Mr. Song is a great scholar in the world, promoted to the third rank, and became Jing Zhaoyin. But what good plan does he have for the people in Beichen City? In terms of politics, it is better than adding 100,000 households a year.
?In terms of military merit, it is possible to annihilate the demon armor demon army in one battle? In terms of poetry, it is possible to unite mountains and rivers? The difference is not even a little bit."
"Yes, if people in high positions knew how to be officials, the world would have been at peace. Of course, it is true that people in high positions know how to behave."
"Master Li, he is the undisputed number one in the northwest! He even has a chance to compete for the best official in the world!"
An old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I have lived in both Beichen City and Qiyuan City, and I admire Mr. Yun Jing very much. Mr. Yun Jing is more familiar with the meaning of the scriptures, and he has a profound knowledge of literature. However, he also listens to others
After discussing Mr. Yun Jing, many people came to the unanimous conclusion that he is more like a leisurely cloud and a crane, and does not like power. If we only talk about people, Mr. Yun Jing is really a role model, and none of us can comment on it. But, if we talk about his actions,
Officials, whether they are idle clouds and wild cranes or not happy with their positions, can only be said to be "cherishing their lives". No matter how much comments they make, they may be disrespectful to Mr. Yun Jing, but I won't make such nonsense. As for Mr. Li, he does not hesitate to do anything, and he does not care about being an official.
Regarding personal considerations, this alone is enough to rank with Mr. Gang Feng. I would like to ask, when it comes to being an official in the northwest, who is better, Mr. Yun Jing or Mr. Gang Feng?"
Many people who knew Song Yunjing's identity nodded.
“The reviews from the elderly are spot on.”
The handsome young man looked at the old man carefully. He looked like an ordinary person no matter what. He smiled and said, "I admit that what you said is right, but in my eyes, Song Yunjing will always be the best official."
"Perhaps this young master can become a better official." The old man smiled.
The handsome young man was stunned for a moment, then he cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, my father-in-law, for your advice. The students have benefited a lot."
"You should leave quickly, Qiyuan City is not suitable for you!" Some people shouted.
The handsome young man smiled and said nothing.
A skinny middle-aged man put down his cigarette bag and pot and said: "Young man, I suggest you walk more in the city and see more. The more you walk, the more you see, you will see the difference between Qiyuan City and Beichen City.
, I know it in my heart.”
"Yes, if you're not familiar with it, I'll take you for a walk, and I'll cover all the food, clothing, and accommodation!"
"I have time in the next two days to show you around and make you convinced!"
"I escaped from Qiyuan City, and now I'm back to live. I don't know who is a good official or a bad official better than you. I have a bad temper. Come on, take my carriage. Today I will show you what Mr. Li means to rule.
Qiyuan City below!"
A group of people stood up, and the middle-aged man behind the handsome young man stepped forward and looked at the handsome young man.
The handsome young man smiled and said: "Okay, I want to see how amazing this Qiyuan City is. Besides, a gentleman talks but doesn't use his hands, and hits people instead of slapping them in the face. If you are in a hurry, please save my face."
Everyone laughed, and some people who were originally angry restrained their anger.
"Don't worry, we Qiyuan City people don't hit people casually. Maybe we will be taught a lesson by some middle-grade or even high-grade one. Let's go and show you!"
Some busybodies got up, chatted and laughed with the handsome young man, and left the teahouse.
After taking a few steps, the old man who was persuading the handsome young man suddenly stood up, walked to the second floor window, and looked towards the street.
I saw an old man in tattered clothes and white hair and beard walking slowly forward. The old man was dirty all over, with dirt on his face and black nails, but his beard and hair were neat and spotless.
When the handsome young man saw the man walking straight towards him, he had to get out of the way with the others.
The old man's eyes were cloudy, he looked straight ahead, and just murmured to himself: "The golden tiles and golden palace, the emperor can see..."
The handsome young man glanced at the old man in surprise. This nursery rhyme seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
The skinny man half-raised the pot and pipe, and said: "Don't worry about him. Not long ago, there was an old lunatic who went crazy all day long. It is said that he could only wake up for less than a quarter of an hour a day. After he woke up, he would ask everyone he met how to get around. People told him
Finally, he walked forward desperately, and when a quarter of an hour passed, he started singing nursery rhymes again and wandered around the city. However, this man did not hurt anyone, and everyone ignored him."
The handsome young man nodded and stayed away from everyone.
Night, county government office.
Li Qingxian looked through the information sent by the night guard, shook his head, and then ordered the night guard to go to the restaurant to bring the drunk Song Baige to the county government office.
late at night.
"Wave after wave, wave after wave, little brother, I'm going after wave after wave... burp..."
Squeak...
The study door opened and Li Qingxian looked up.
Song Baige, dressed in white, walked in with a smile, white face and pink face, and hazy eyes.
"Hey, isn't this Magistrate Li Da? I have seen Magistrate Li Da!"
Li Qingxian rolled his eyes at him and said, "If you're not in the Hanlin Academy, what are you doing here?"
After finishing speaking, Li Qingxian looked suspicious and looked at Song Baige seriously.
Shendu and Qiyuan City are thousands of miles apart.
"Guessed it?" Song Baige smiled and dragged the chair across the desk to sit opposite Li Qingxian.
"No way." Li Qingxian frowned slightly and then calmed down.
"Hiccup..." Song Baige leaned back and hung on the chair like a tattered cotton-padded jacket and said, "Do you think I want to come? It's not like you don't know me, you just like to play. In Beichen City, you were forced by your father.
Go kill the demon later, otherwise, how good is the cockfight and the horse is gone?"
Li Qingxian thought for a while and said: "Who wants to transfer me? Uncle Song can't do it, so it can only be Zhao Shoufu. He always does things carefully and won't say anything until the end. It's possible that he wants to transfer me.
where?"
"Return to the Capital of Gods." Song Baige smiled, still limp, but his eyes were clear.
Li Qingxian looked shocked and said, "Is something big going to happen?"
"How did I know that since Zhao Fu has judged that the gods need you, it means that the gods really need you."
"After the official evaluation, I vaguely knew that I was going to move, so I was making preparations. However, I didn't expect that it would be you."
"What, you don't want to?"
"On the contrary, I feel relieved when I see you coming. Not because you will do what I do, but because at least you won't mess around. As long as the next one doesn't mess around, nothing will happen to Qiyuan City."
Song Baige curled his lips and said, "Don't forget that I'm seven levels ahead of you."
Li Qingxian pondered for a moment and said: "Since you and everyone are here, Zhao Chieffu will definitely not change his mind again. With you here, I can rest assured that I will take over the handovers one after another. However, I still don't understand that Zhao Chieffu asked me to return to Shendu.
The purpose. The gods are in such chaos now, and asking me to go back, isn't this torturing me?"
"Didn't you think the same thing when you came to Qiyuan County?" Song Baige said with a smile.
Li Qingxian was stunned for a moment and nodded.
"He won't harm you, my father won't harm you, and I won't harm you either." Song Baige said slowly, smelling of alcohol.
Li Qingxian said: "Anyone wants to pick peaches?"
Song Baige nodded.
Li Qingxian chuckled and said: "Zhao Shoufu really underestimates me. Anyone who dares to pick my peaches... I can't afford to offend him?"