"Half a saint's scripture?" Li Changan frowned suspiciously.
This is a scripture left by a saint, and it contains so much power that even a third-grade scholar may not be able to see it.
If you can see the saint's scriptures with your own eyes, you may be able to understand the meaning of the saint's scriptures.
Even just observing every day will be of great benefit.
How could it be in the hands of a small county magistrate?
Zhao Yunbo nodded hurriedly, "I don't dare to deceive the adults. It is indeed written by the saint himself."
"Me, the Zhou family, and the Wei family all have a page in their hands."
"But it's only one page."
"When my ancestors divided the vassal kings, they each took away a page of the saint's handwriting and used it to suppress the luck of the three counties."
Li Changan's eyes flashed, and he quickly helped Zhao Yunbo up kindly.
"Master Zhao, why do you think this is necessary?"
"How could Mr. Li want something so valuable from you? This is a sage's handwriting, extremely precious."
Zhao Yunbo said hurriedly, "Sir, this is what I am willing to offer. Please don't refuse."
"This page of scripture, in the hands of a villain, is like a pearl in the dark. Only in the hands of an adult can the holy power of the past be restored."
"This is the destiny of destiny, how can it be stopped by human power?"
Li Changan looked at Zhao Yunbo with a look of satisfaction.
"With a talent like Mr. Zhao, I believe that the imperial court will definitely be lenient."
Zhao Yunbo had a nervous smile on his face.
Li Changan looked at Zhao Yunbo, "Mr. Zhao, do you know how to survive?"
"Please teach me, sir." Zhao Yunbo's eyes were filled with pleading.
"Official position, people's livelihood, disaster relief, flood control, plus a Wenchang monument." Li Changan said, "Among these five items, as long as Mr. Zhao can participate in one of them, his life will be safe."
"If you can make great achievements in it, you may even be awarded an official position."
"What do you think, Mr. Zhao?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Yunbo immediately felt as if he had found a life-saving straw. He grabbed Li Changan's hand, his eyes turned red,
"Sir, how can a villain make meritorious deeds?"
Li Changan lowered his voice and said, "Among these things, the Wenchang Monument is the most urgent thing that Mr. Zhao should complete."
"The second step is to encourage the people to actively participate in disaster relief and flood control. When Mr. Zhao has made a contribution, even if the court wants to take action against Mr. Zhao, it will have to consider it."
Zhao Yunbo nodded quickly, following Li Changan's thoughts, as if he saw hope, "Sir, what should I do with the Wenchang Monument?"
Li Changan took out a piece of paper and wrote on it,
"When the dragon god falls, all things will come to life. When monuments are erected, the people will be at peace."
"Master Zhao, remember these words first. When the time is right, I will send someone to deliver a message to Master Zhao."
Zhao Yunbo immediately bowed down and said, "But according to Mr. Li's orders."
Li Changan smiled and patted Zhao Yunbo on the shoulder, "In that case, Mr. Zhao will hurry up and return to Xilin County. In the next period of time, you will have something to do."
Zhao Yunbo did not stand up, but asked carefully, "Sir, how should I hand over the small collection to you?"
Li Changan stood up and walked outside the house, "Silver and gold, I will keep five thousand taels of silver for food and clothing."
"I will keep 10% of the Wenjing True Essence Stone for myself, and I will ask others to receive the rest."
"As for the rest, we'll talk about it later."
"Understood." Zhao Yunbo bent even lower.
Li Changan left the room and said to the servant beside him, "Take a few people and follow Zhao Yunbo to Xilin County."
"Add all the collected silver and gold to the special account for disaster relief and flood control in Wushan County."
The officer immediately bowed and accepted the order.
Li Changan followed suit and dealt with the magistrates of Qutang County and Wuling County.
As expected, with Li Changan helping them save their lives, each one of them wanted to give away all their wealth.
Even his own wives and concubines are willing to offer it.
Unfortunately, Li Changan was only interested in those three pages of the saint's handwriting.
The rest have been ordered to be collected by the police and used for disaster relief and flood control in Wushan County.
"Just the money from the magistrates of three counties can reach tens of millions of taels."
"He is worthy of being a local emperor who has been in power for eight hundred years."
Li Changan looked through the silver coins copied from three families and couldn't help but feel filled with emotion.
Feng Buyi and Song Siren, who were transferred over urgently, also saw the accounts and shouted that they had learned a lot.
We must know that the current disaster relief in the entire south has only spent tens of millions of taels.
"Sir, what should I do with these Wenjing and True Essence Stones?"
Feng Bu doubted.
All the silver and gold were put into the public treasury, but Wen Jing and Zhen Yuan Shi were not.
Song Siren quickly poked Feng Buyi's arm.
How come this kid has no eyesight at all?
Can't adults just keep it for themselves?
How can you say this directly?
Don’t you know that you don’t tell the truth when you see through it?
He is simply a fool.
Li Changan smiled and said, "Divide these Wenjing and True Essence Stones."
"Take half of it and divide it among the twenty or so of you."
"The other half will be given to the five people who died in Wushan County, and will be given to their relatives after they return."
As soon as these words came out, Feng Buyi and Song Siren unconsciously trembled slightly.
"Sir, I don't want it anymore. I'll give them my share." Feng Buyi said.
Li Changan waved his hand, "It doesn't have to be like this. Everyone has been surrounded and killed. This is considered a shock."
"If you don't take it, everyone will be embarrassed to take it when they see it."
"Just take it, no one can say anything."
Feng Buyi nodded, and then asked hesitantly,
"Sir, what do you think about the Wenchang Monument?"
"The spies left by the official in the three counties came to report that the people of the three counties witnessed the fate dragon being suppressed."
"Now everyone is talking about the murder of the Dragon God, and there is great hostility towards the imperial court."
"Sir, we must not let anyone take advantage of us on this Wenchang monument."
Li Changan showed an enigmatic smile,
"I just need you to do something."
"Find some stone statues, old ones, carve some words on the backs of these stone statues, and then throw them into the rivers of the three counties."
"To make the traces old, they must look very old."
Feng Buyi immediately nodded and said, "Sir, what words do you want to engrave?"
Li Changan handed Feng Buyi the few words he had just written on the table, "It's just a few words that need to be kept secret. It's best to wait until the dead of night to do it, and don't let anyone else see it."
"Understood." Feng Buyi glanced at it, then strode out of the room.
Song Siren was still left in the room. Seeing that Feng Buyi had left, he stepped forward and asked carefully,
"Sir, do we still want to build a dam across Yanshui River?"
"When Zeng Shicai told Xiaguan, he felt like he was listening to a book from heaven and couldn't believe it at all."
"I'm afraid the court won't agree to this, right?"
Li Changan nodded, "This matter is indeed a bit difficult to handle."
"But no matter how difficult it is, it will always be done."
"You guys do the preliminary work first, and I will take care of the rest."
Song Siren bowed to accept the order and then left the room.
Li Changan glanced at the money handed over by the magistrates of the three counties and shook his head helplessly.
These three people donated money in exchange for their lives.
What do you need to donate later to get the twelve governors of the governor's office to agree to build the dam?