According to the information sent back these days, that boy Chen Feng got into the Heaven Dou Empire's circle of generals by virtue of his ability to drink.
His ability to drink was well-known in his original world. He could drink three kilograms of white wine without changing his color, and here he felt like a fish in water.
After a few drinks, I became brothers with several generals.
Han Xiao, on the other hand, went to the Star Luo Empire, and relied on his outstanding strength and the aura of "I am not afraid of heaven and earth" to achieve success.
Although he is not a big official, he has about a hundred people in charge, which can be considered a small start.
The worst one is Shi Lei. He cursed in the letter and said:
As soon as his carpentry shop opened, Star Luo Emperor summoned him to build the imperial mausoleum for him.
Star Luo Emperor's imperial mausoleum is not a project that can be completed in one day. It will take at least three to five years. It will be miserable.
As for himself... hehe.
Under his operation, Nong Yu arranged for him the official position of county magistrate.
Although he was only a small seventh-rank official, the small county of Dengfeng was located in a strategic area, with frequent trade between merchants from the north and the south, so he was a good job.
If he can gain a firm foothold in a place like this, his future journey will be much easier.
Zhao Yuanzhou is in a very happy mood. He is ready to show off his skills here and handle all the piles of case files as quickly as possible.
Then I got the appreciation of the superior, and then rose all the way up, and got mixed into Core Circle of the Heaven Dou Empire... It makes me happy just thinking about it.
Outside the county gate.
The officials in the county seat were standing in disarray. Some people were leaning against the wall and yawning, some were squatting on the ground and eating melon seeds, and some were whispering to each other. They looked like a group of stragglers, without any sign of the dignity of the officials.
But those wealthy businessmen stood up more vigorously than the others.
They were dressed in silk and satin, with jade pendants hanging on their waists, and the folding fans in their hands were gently swaying. They were neither humble nor overbearing, but they could not tell much sincerity.
When an officer saw Zhao Yuanzhou approaching slowly, he quickly put the melon seeds in his hands into his sleeves, patted the dust on his robe, quickly stepped forward to greet him, and took the reins from his hand.
Zhao Yuanzhou let go of his hand and glanced at the official officials and wealthy merchants calmly.
He looked away and said quietly, "Enter the city!"
After saying that, he ignored those people and walked towards the county gate on his own.
And those merchants were all unhappy when they saw this. We gave you face, but you dare not carry it?
A merchant looked at the leading middle-aged man and asked in a low voice:
"Master Huang, this new county magistrate seems to have a temper, what should I do?"
That Master Huang was about fifty years old, with a round face, a long beard, and a pair of slender eyes that revealed shrewdness and ruthlessness.
He twirled his beard and said softly:
"The old rule is, behead someone for a treat, and treat them like a dog."
"Let the bandits entrenched on the nearby hills get moving and give him some color."
"It's still Master Huang high..."
Several people talked loudly and did not shy away from others at all.
The sound was neither too loud nor too quiet, just enough for everyone around to hear it, but not too far away.
This is just the right kind of deterrent, letting people know how powerful they are without letting anyone get into trouble.
When the officials on the side heard this, they wanted to block their ears.
Those who heard it pretended not to hear it, and walked towards the county gate in a hurry, with their heads lowered and their waists bent, wishing they could shrink into a ball.
They shook their heads secretly in their hearts. This new county magistrate, who had no foundation or help, was going to be the scapegoat again.
Afternoon.
Outside the study room of Houya.
The study was very quiet, with only the occasional rustling of papers being turned.
A young police officer stood outside the door, with a somewhat anxious look on his face, and the "Chuan" pattern on his brow was almost twisted into a twist.
He walked back and forth for two steps, then stopped, gritted his teeth, and spoke again to persuade:
"Sir, Master Huang has sent someone to urge you to attend the banquet again."
"You should give him some face, otherwise it will be very troublesome."
"Trouble? What's the trouble?" Zhao Yuanzhou's impatient voice came from the study, "I am an official of the imperial court! What can he do to me?"
When the officer heard this, he continued earnestly:
"Sir, please listen to me. The great masters before you all did not give Master Huang face like you, but in the end none of them could stay in office for more than three months."
As the words fell, footsteps sounded.
"Squeak--!"
The study door was pushed open, and Zhao Yuanzhou stood at the door with a cold face, his eyes falling on the guard's face.
"What do you mean? Tell me carefully."
"Alas--"
The officer sighed when he saw this and shook his head helplessly.
He gritted his teeth, took half a step forward, and lowered his voice a bit.
"Sir, there are hundreds of bandits squatting on the hills near Dengfeng. There are more than a dozen bandits in Soul Grandmaster alone, and there is even a Soul Elder level strongman among them."
"These people come and go without a trace. The government has tried to suppress them several times but they can't stop them."
"Every time a new official takes office, Master Huang will let them come out to make trouble, smash, destroy, loot and burn, causing chaos."
"If the new officials know what they are doing and are obedient, they will stop."
"If you don't understand..."
He cupped his hands and sighed again, "Sir, I should not say something small."
"You came to this small county of Dengfeng alone. The last thing you should do is to have a conflict with Master Huang and the others."
"What if you repeat the tragedy of your predecessors, but there is no one to collect the corpses?"
Zhao Yuanzhou is not a fool, he can figure it out with just a few clicks.
When he was reading the files in the study before, he was still wondering why the local officials before him changed so frequently and were either exiled or executed.
He thought there was something wrong with the imperial administration, but now he understood it.
It turns out it was all this Master Huang's fault!
"I understand." Zhao Yuanzhou's expression softened a bit, but his brows furrowed even more tightly.
He thought for a while and asked:
"Do you know the background of this Master Huang?"
"I've heard a little bit about it."
Seeing that Zhao Yuanzhou finally listened, the guard breathed a sigh of relief and quickly explained:
"I heard from the old people in the past that Master Huang has two backgrounds."
"First, my sister seems to be married to a high-ranking official in Heaven Dou City."
"Secondly, my uncle seems to be related to a Soul Douluo-level big shot in the Spirit Hall."
"That's it..."
Zhao Yuanzhou nodded when he heard this, rolled his eyes, and already had a calculation in his heart.
He pondered for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth and said in a calm voice:
"In this case, you go and tell Master Huang that my mother is sick and can't do anything else."
"Tomorrow, I will hold a big banquet in the county government office to apologize to them."
"Oh, that's good."
When the officer saw that Zhao Yuanzhou had softened, the anxiety on his face disappeared. He quickly responded and then quickly turned around to explain.
(Not hydrology, these people are really useful)