Chapter forty-fifth, the county chief speaks again
Luo Chuan lived in this rather remote Luo Mansion.
Every day I get up early to practice swordsmanship, practice at noon, and practice qi at night. During this period, besides eating and sleeping, I walk around the house and take a look. I also take a nap on the deck chair under the tree in the garden, and also sit in the small pond.
While watching the swimming fish, he was in a daze for a while, living the life of a young man like a pensioner, even more at home than when he was in Zhongjing City.
If his practice these days can be considered diligent, Siqi can be called crazy. She, who was unambiguous in her fight with the male guards of the protons in Zhongjing City, was probably really beaten this time.
I was so stimulated that I practiced silently and practiced again and again all day long, wishing I didn't even want to sleep. After a few days, I didn't make much progress in my cultivation, but my body became tired.
So, when the county government sent someone to ask Luo Chuan to complete some necessary procedures that day, Luo Chuan called Siqi to come with him.
Naturally, they were accompanied by an old coachman and a group of palace guards.
The carriage is no longer the one we got from Shiban Town, but the one that originally existed in Luo Mansion. The carriage is tall and spacious, and is covered with thin but tough metal on all sides, especially the lower half of the metal with carved inscriptions.
With some sunken mysterious textures, the defensive power of this carriage is quite impressive if something really happens.
Siqi sat in the deep corner of the carriage and practiced with her eyes closed. Even if the carriage bumped all the time on the stone road, she could not open her eyes. Luo Chuan was reading in front of the window, taking the place of the once beautiful woman.
The books are a bit old and were originally on a small bookshelf inside the carriage. Most of them describe the mountains and rivers geography of the mainland, including all the southeast, northwest, and a few are Western things written by the human race. Many of them are dilapidated, but they are
Still neatly placed there.
Luo Chuan picked them up one by one, flipped through them briefly, and then put them back. He seemed to have no desire to read them carefully.
Just after Luo Chuan roughly scanned all the books in the carriage, the carriage stopped. Luo Chuan and the two got off the carriage. They could already see the prefect's palace in the distance and the county government office in front of them.
The palace was only about a hundred meters long, and most of the people walking back and forth during the period were officials and waiters, all walking in a hurry, and they didn't pay much attention to the appearance of Luo Chuan and his entourage.
Luo Chuan ordered the palace guards to wait on the street in front of the Yamen. He looked up at the two characters "Zhengsi" on the Yamen plaque, and walked in with the old coachman and Si Qi along with the Yamen officials who came to deliver the order.
The defense force inside the yamen was average. Luochuan and the others only went through two simple checks when they entered. After verifying their identities, they were respectfully invited into the deepest courtyard of the yamen.
There is a row of four- to five-meter-high houses on the east side of the yard, which are obviously taller than other buildings. In front of each big house is a stone sign, which states the official position of the office there, and how many Luochuan officials there are.
The person was taken straight to a room in the center of the row of houses.
"My lord, I'm waiting for you. Please come in, young master." The Yamen official who came to deliver the order bowed to Luochuan and then looked at the old coachman and Siqi. "You two can wait in the side hall."
The old coachman shook his head, closed his eyes and stood at the door of the house, "I'm waiting here."
Siqi then stood beside the old coachman.
Luochuan glanced at the word "Jun Cheng" on the stone sign in front of the door, smiled and opened the door and went in.
The large room is tall and wide, and all the furniture and objects are scattered. Except for a heavy wooden table and four simple chairs in the middle of the hall, there is nothing to attract more attention from the visitors.
.
Including the old man who was hunched over in the chair with his head down and his eyes closed to meditate.
Luo Chuan took a look at the furnishings in the house and gently closed the door. Then he could only look at the only old man in the house. This old man he had met at the court meeting a few days ago looked very old, and the skin on his face had changed.
With layers of wrinkles, white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, and a black and red public uniform, every part of his body exudes the aura of death, and he really looks like he is not far from being buried.
So when such a person opened his eyes, Luo Chuan was a little surprised by the vitality in those old eyes.
"I've met the young master," the old man said with a smile, standing up and slightly cupping his hands, his movements still relaxed and not looking old.
"How can the elder salute the junior?" Luo Chuan smiled and took a few steps forward to salute the old man in front of him. "The junior will soon be the governor of Cangyan County. At that time, he will be the subordinate of the elder, especially the junior.
I don’t know much about this process of governance, so I need to ask the boss for more guidance.”
The old man did not show much humility but gave a courtesy to the prefect in front of him. Then he sat down and said, "Sit down. In fact, you should understand that the so-called 'Jun Cheng review' when you come to see the old man today is just a formality. Don't say anything."
The Lord Prefect has already given his eloquent consent at the court meeting. Considering the noble status of the Young Master, it is already an injustice to go to Cangyan and serve as the County Sheriff."
Luo Chuan smiled and sat down and said, "It's not a grievance. If the juniors can't govern Cangyan well, then the people there will be aggrieved."
"Young master, the first thing you think about at this time is the people. The prefect did not misjudge the person," the old man chuckled, nodded and stroked his beard, then picked up the pen and paper on the table and started writing without looking at Luo Luo.
Sichuan, "The Cangyan Basin is actually a good place with fertile land, but it is just because it is surrounded by mountains on three sides and isolated. Although the attacks from the Western Barbarians in recent years are not as vicious as those from the Southern Barbarians, being surrounded by the Western Barbarian lands still makes it difficult for most people to feel at ease."
, so it became the so-called 'place of exile' that no big noble wanted to go to..."
The old man raised his head to look at Luochuan's smiling expression, then lowered his head and continued writing, "The folk customs in Cangyan border area are relatively tough, and the practice of martial arts is also forced by objective circumstances. The people are actually quite simple, but the large clans in the countryside often have many people.
One shot can move the whole body..." He paused and then said slowly, "If you want to stand firm in Cangyan, a piece of approval letter from the prefect will naturally have this power, but if you want to stand firm in Cangyan
...You have to really hold onto the leaders of these people..."
The expression on Luo Chuan's face did not change, and his voice was slightly low, "Sir, I want to go to Cangyan to be a free man. If I can do something for the people in my spare time, I will naturally be happy. For other things, I should
It’s beyond my capabilities.”
"Young master, do you know how many years has this old man been sitting in the position of Lijunjuncheng?" The old man suddenly raised his head and asked a seemingly irrelevant question. Before Luochuan could reply, he stretched out three fingers and said, "Thirty-seven years."
"Yes," he continued to write with his head down, "Young master, what do you think the old man can rely on to sit in the position of county magistrate for so many years? It's just his absolute loyalty to two generations of prefects..."
Luochuan said nothing. The old man looked up at him again and suddenly smiled, "You are very much like your mother."
Luo Chuan was startled, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
"The current prefect is a very affectionate person," the old man sighed and shook his head. "In order to give your mother and you a status, he paid a lot of money, so you can be a legitimate divorcee.
The eldest son of the county, now that he wants you to go to Cangyan, you can rest assured."
Luochuan still smiled and said nothing.
When the old man was about to say something more, an exclamation suddenly came from outside the Yamen.