Lin Shoude still had some courage. Though he did not really understand how to adapt, with Yang Zhengshan's proposal, and with the Prefecture Magistrate Office now having money and grain, Lin Shoude felt Yang Zhengshan's proposal was highly feasible.
But mainly, he had a breath of resentment pent up in his chest. Yang Zhengshan had said it correctly: he had been driven to Anyuan City.
He had served as county magistrate in Jiangnan for twelve years, only to end up unable to remain there. Accurately speaking, many officials in Jiangnan could no longer tolerate him.
Those officials had joined hands to give him a chance at promotion, letting him rise from county magistrate to prefecture magistrate and come from Jiangnan to Chongshan Town.
For the vast majority of officials, promotion required spending silver, pulling strings, and calling in favors. Lin Shoude was different. For his promotion, other people had spent silver, pulled strings, and called in favors.
It sounded somewhat laughable, but that was the truth.
There was more than one way to remove a stumbling block. It did not have to be hacking and killing; it could also be moved away. In fact, moving it away was even more convenient and easier than hacking and killing.
Especially in a place like Jiangnan, hacking and killing was too ruinous to the scenery. Letting someone be promoted was undoubtedly the most worry-free method, and the one with the fewest future troubles.
Being driven out of Jiangnan left Lin Shoude very helpless, but he wanted to prove himself—prove that he had ability, that he could benefit the people of a region, and that he could gain the court's important use.
He wanted those former colleagues to see that he was timber fit to be a pillar of the state.
Thus, after arriving