Time passes day by day, and it’s the end of the month in a blink of an eye.
More and more people are coming to Yunyang County.
The governor of the county, Juncheng, has been in a state of high stress these past few days.
Because they don't know when one or a few people they can't afford to offend will come to the county in a cloud boat.
"I heard that I was going to the village below to find Li Changan."
"Li Chang'an!?" The Jun Cheng's tone instantly rose, and his body trembled unconsciously, "The murderer in Fucheng who beheaded his colleagues over a disagreement?"
"Why have we never heard of him coming to our Yunyang County?"
There was also a hint of doubt and concern in the governor's brows, "It seems that none of the officials from the Southern Patrol who came last time were there."
"Or are you here specifically for something?"
At this point, the two of them looked at each other, and their hearts filled with a dark cloud.
And at this time,
Li Changan has been walking in the mud of Yunyang County for several days.
The disciples from various forces who came one after another were also frightened by Li Changan's appearance of visiting the fields.
"Shouldn't the counselor sit in the yamen and wait to look through the files compiled by the chief and secretary?"
Someone explained,
"This is to better understand the situation in various places."
"Counsellor Li will check the files every night when he goes back and reorganize them."
"I heard that the first three people who came were the son of the Minister of Dali Temple, the son of the left deputy censor of the Imperial Procuratorate, and the son of the Minister of Household Affairs, but they are investigating a case."
"Those of us who came later went to the fields together to understand the people's conditions and become familiar with local farming."
"The files that were finally sorted out were handed over to Counselor Li for comparison and inspection. They were extremely strict."
As he said that, the man cupped his fists and saluted,
"I am Luo Yuanchang, the principal of Zuosi Temple in Dali Temple. Do you know your surname?"
"It turns out to be Mr. Luo, Ran Boping from Wansong Academy."
"You and I are both ministers here, not to mention official positions in the imperial court." Luo Yuanchang waved his hand, "Let's go, there are still more than eighty miles to go."
Ran Boping blinked in disbelief, "More than eighty miles away? You have to go?"
Luo Yuanchang led the way, "Well, we have to walk almost 150 miles every day."
"Counsel Li's literary skills are completely useless, but his martial arts skills should not be underestimated."
"It seems that he is only at the peak of the seventh level, but his physique is really scary. Many people in the late sixth level of martial arts can't hold on, but Counselor Li acts like a normal person every day."
Ran Boping was secretly speechless after hearing this, and quickly followed him, walking in the mud one step at a time.
After walking five or six miles and crossing a small hill, Ran Boping's eyes suddenly became empty.
More than twenty figures were walking in the fields, like farmers.
And real farmers have been recruited to start building roads.
Ran Boping quickened his pace, followed Luo Yuanchang, and finally met the Zhongyong Bo who was famous all over the world.
"Ran Boping, a student of Xiangshan Academy, has met Uncle Zhongyong."
Li Changan straightened up, wiped the sweat from his face, looked at Ran Boping and nodded, "The Left Minister of the Ministry of War told me that you will join the Ministry of War next year?"
Ran Boping's pupils shrank suddenly. The academy sent students to enter the officialdom. It was always a secret until it was decided.
Mr. Zuo Shilang actually told Li Changan?
Ran Bo calmed his mind and then saluted with his fists raised, "Yes."
Li Changan took out a Sifu token from his arms and threw it to Ran Boping.
"Luo Yuanchang should have told you what he wanted to do just now."
"I don't care where you come from, as long as you work hard in Zhenfu Division, there will be a place for you here."
"Go ahead."
Ran Boping hurriedly took the command badge and bowed stiffly.
Li Changan nodded and continued walking forward.
Ran Boping asked Luo Yuanchang next to him, "Sir Luo, Mr. Counselor, is this...?"
"Is it different from what you imagined?" Luo Yuanchang asked with a chuckle.
Ran Boping nodded blankly.
"Although Counselor Li is the deputy director of White Deer Academy, he has no sectarian views when it comes to disaster relief. People from the four courtyards and one prison, the six imperial ministries, Dali Temple, the Metropolitan Inspectorate, etc. have all come over."
Luo Yuanchang couldn't help but admired, "Counsellor Li didn't put anyone in trouble, and he always gave me a sign when he came."
"Didn't he have conflicts with the Imperial College and Songyue Academy before? He was also given the Sifu Order."
Ran Boping was also amazed when he heard this.
If it were him, he wouldn't have the stomach for it.
A ministerial official position represents a name on the merit monument.
Even if he is beaten to death, he will not be allowed to do so.
"Didn't White Deer Academy stop him?" Ran Boping asked in confusion.
Luo Yuanchang led Ran Boping forward, "White Deer Academy has only one goal now, which is to let Senator Li get great luck in this disaster relief."
"So it's up to him to decide on his own arrangements for official positions."
Ran Boping shook his head with emotion, "As expected of Li Changan, I'm afraid he is the only one who can hold such a special status."
"Even if the literary arts have become obsolete, White Deer Academy has never given up."
Luo Yuanchang quickly stopped Ran Boping from continuing and said, "Silence, don't criticize Councilor Li here."
"We all share his sentiments. It is not the behavior of a gentleman to make rash comments."
Ran Boping nodded quickly and followed Luo Yuanchang to join the team exploring farmland.
More than twenty people were scattered in the vast fields, inconspicuously.
Ahead, Li Changan stepped onto a stone, looked at the continuous low hills ahead, breathed a long sigh of relief, took out the Thousand Miles Communication Note from his arms,
"Feng Buyi, what day is it today?"
"Can the case still be investigated?"
"If you can't find out, just go back to the capital."
Feng Buyi's voice came back quickly, "Today is January 30th... Lord Councilor, give us three more days, and we will soon get to the bottom of it."
Li Changan asked, "What did you find out? Tell me something first."
"We found the bones of County Magistrate Zhang Weimin, plus some people's oral accounts, and got something." Feng Buyi said,
"There was poison residue on Magistrate Zhang's bones, and there were injuries on his body when the body was recovered."
Li Changan's eyes suddenly condensed, "So we rule out the possibility that he died due to flooding. Was there someone secretly plotting to kill him?"
"Yes, we already have some clues about the specific reasons. In just a few days, we should be able to find out the whole case."
Feng Buyi said with great certainty,
"Zeng Shicai has also found some clues. It is very likely that the two cases will be merged into one."
"He said that the whereabouts of the disaster relief money and grain were unknown, and it would take two days for the spies who were sent out to get any news."
The corners of Li Changan's lips raised slightly, "Okay, as long as we can find out, I will promote the three of you to the rank of chief."
There was a hint of surprise in Feng Buyi's voice, "Sir, are you serious about what you said?"
The higher the official position in the Town and Fu Department, the greater the chance of getting credit.
This is no joke.
"Of course I take it seriously!" Li Changan said, "I want to see what kind of shameful deeds are hidden in this."
"Sir, please wait for another three days, and we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer." After Feng Buyi finished speaking, he cut off the literary connection and took the time to investigate the case.
Li Changan looked at the stretch of land in front of him. The construction of roads and canals under the supervision of the Ministry of Works had now been laid out.
At least in Yunyang County, the people affected by the disaster have gradually joined the army of providing work-for-relief services.
I can get disaster relief money every day, plus there are disaster relief grains uniformly distributed by the court, at least there is no problem in surviving.
On the other hand, so many people joined the team of building roads and canals that the Ministry of Industry no longer had to worry about the shortage of labor for craftsmen.
While Li Changan was visiting the fields these days, roads between some villages had begun to be built.
Although the disaster relief efforts have not yet seen much success, there is already a hint of vitality.
The previous depression and numbness were swept away.
Li Changan continued to walk forward, glanced at other people a few miles away from him, and contacted Gu Weidao who was far away in Dongyue.
"Master, have the arrangements for the Wenchang steles in the four counties been completed?"
After a while, Gu Weidao's voice sounded, "Everything has been arranged. The spy department has found a ninth-grade scribe in four counties and fifty-one counties."
"I'll just wait until tomorrow morning to copy poems and essays on the Wenchang stele and pray for their names."
"The three southern prefectures where you are located, the spy department and the gold department are also rushing there..."
Having said this, Gu Weidao hesitated and worried, "Chang'an, is the Wenchang Monument really feasible?"
Li Changan smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master."
"My poems and essays have been written on a Wenchang tablet. Even if I change my name, no one else can take it away."
"If you don't have literary records, you won't be able to get on the list of literary saints."
"If you follow the path of Wenchang Monument, you can reach the pinnacle of literary education!"