Liaozhai Great Sage

An official who does a good job is nothing more than leaving his name in history, but after his work is done well, he can become a fairy.

The two cannot be compared.

"Wen Ruo, don't shirk it. It's rare that this kid still has some conscience. He recommended you as the magistrate of Yangzhou. You are not a proper magistrate. If he randomly assigns a young junior, wouldn't it be a major event for the court?" At this time A mid-spirited voice suddenly sounded, and a middle-aged man with gray hair and beard walked in with strides.

He was wearing a prisoner's clothes, his hair was messy, and he hadn't combed it for a few days, and two beautiful women followed him.

"I have met Mr. Fu." Many people stood up and saluted.

"Xiaoqian..." Ning Caichen looked at Fu Qingfeng who was behind Fu Tianchou, his eyes showed a bit of surprise, but then they dimmed again.

Almost forgot again, Miss Qingfeng is not Xiaoqian.

Xiaoqian has been reincarnated, and if time counts, she is only a baby at most.

"Master Fu." Li Xiuyuan also got up and saluted, out of courtesy.

"Brother-in-law." Fu Yuechi smiled and called out.

Fu Tianchou glared: "I don't understand etiquette."

Fu Yuechi stuck out his tongue and retracted it.

"Master Fu is staying in the cell, why don't you have time to visit today?" Li Xiuyuan asked.

Fu Tianchou said: "The old man asks you, is it true that you became the governor of Yangzhou?"

"The imperial decree is issued, how can it be false, Mr. Fu does not believe it is a big deal." Li Xiuyuan stretched out his hand and grabbed it from his sleeve, and took out the imperial edict.

Fu Tianchou took a look at the imperial decree. There was nothing wrong with it. It was indeed the imperial court's imperial decree, and the handwriting exposed in that corner was familiar to him, but he still looked at Li Xiuyuan suspiciously: "If there is an imperial imperial decree, then the old man doesn't have it." Opinion, after all, you have made a contribution, although His Majesty's reward is a bit heavy, but it is also in line with the rules, when do you plan to enter the capital?"

Li Xiuyuan said: "Within ten days."

"Okay, I will wait for you for ten days. After ten days, I will send someone to escort this criminal official to the capital. There is no need to send me. I will go back to the prison by myself." Fu Tianchou then turned around and left angrily.

"..." This old man is very capricious.

At this time, Fu Qingfeng saluted with shame on his face and said: "Mr. Li, father's temper has always been like this. Please don't take offense, Mr. Li. Father is just a little worried about coming here this time."

"I know, from a guerrilla general to the governor of Yangzhou, the promotion is too fast, I'm afraid it's tricky. I still know that Mr. Fu has such scruples." Li Xiuyuan said.

"Brother-in-law, I'll take you to eat delicious food when we arrive in the capital. I know that the food in many restaurants is delicious." Fu Yuechi next to him said happily, with a greedy look.

Li Xiuyuan smiled and said: "Okay, I will treat you to dinner, you can eat whatever you want."

"Hee hee, it's settled. My sister is gone. My father said that we can't see each other until we get married. After staying for a long time, my father is not happy anymore." Fu Yuechi said and pulled Fu Qingfeng away again.

Fu Qingfeng blushed, bowed her head and gave a salute, then left quickly.

"Let's continue the discussion." Li Xiuyuan watched them leave, then returned to his seat and said.

As the governor of Yangzhou, there are many things involved in governing a state.

And there are few people under him, even Wang Ping was sent out to be the prefect.

But this is also a reward for their hard work, and Li Xiuyuan also believes that they are more than enough qualified for the post of magistrate. After all, after such a long time of tempering, they are no longer talents who don't understand everything.

It was not until midnight that Li Xiuyuan parted from everyone.

With a little tiredness, he returned to the bedroom to rest.

"The appointments of city gods in various places have been arranged a long time ago. Although they have been affected by the chaos of war, it is enough to follow the previous appointments. The co-governance of man and god can also be implemented. The book of life and death in Yangzhou is already in my hands. Don't worry about those evildoers. Those who can't stand the punishment, so I need to trouble you a little more." Li Xiuyuan said.

Li Linfu smiled and said, "This is what a kid should do."

"That's good. I'll go back and rest. I still have things to deal with tomorrow." Li Xiuyuan said.

Li Linfu gave a salute, so he didn't disturb his rest, and his figure disappeared.

Chapter 488 There Are Gods When You Hold Your Head Up Three Feet

The turmoil in Yangzhou has subsided, and the work of governance in various places is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Officials from all over the world felt at ease when they heard that Nine Mountain King Li Liangjin had been killed, otherwise they would be in fear every day, ready to lose their heads at any time.

And during this period of time when bandits were rampant, the law and order in various places was also quite poor.

Many villains took this opportunity to make trouble, and there are countless cases in various places.

In a certain county town, a county magistrate named Feng An was dealing with a murder case. He lit a lamp and looked at the file at night to check the identity of the deceased and the way of death.

"It's strange. The suspect is Butcher Zheng from the county. He had a conflict with the deceased because of the sale of pork. Butcher Zheng threatened to kill the deceased. This is a fact that many people have heard. In a few days, the deceased died in the Near Butcher Zheng’s house, the murder weapon was a boning knife in his home, since the murderer was Butcher Zheng, why did the wounds of the deceased go from left to right?”

"He clearly caused the wound by someone who is good at using his left hand. There must be something strange about this case."

Feng An held the file and frowned in thought. He decided to try the case again.

But just when he had this idea, suddenly, there was an exclamation from outside the house: "It seems that your county is not confused. If this case is not reopened, this is another matter." Injustice."

Feng An looked startled, and suddenly looked up to the window, where he vaguely saw the reflection of a dark figure.

"Who are you? Why did you appear at the official's home."

"I'm the city god newly dispatched to this county. I visited the city at night and saw a ray of light flickering in this room, so I came out of curiosity to take a look." The voice outside the window said.

City God?

Feng An was startled, this is a ghost.

"Since you are a god, how dare you ask who is the murderer in this case? I almost made a mistake just now and framed a good person. This is my negligence." Feng An stood up and cupped his hands in the direction from which the voice came. Give a salute.

The ghost outside the window said: "This is the job of the county magistrate. How can I do it for me? I only occasionally see the county magistrate make mistakes and remind me aloud. I also want to catch some local ghosts. Don't disturb the county magistrate, you are handling the case."

The black shadow outside the door seemed to be strong, and then disappeared in a flash.

Feng An hurriedly put on a coat and went out to have a look, only to find that there was no one outside the house, only a faint scent of incense still lingering in the air.

He was startled and frightened, but then he thought about it, and returned to the room after a while to continue dealing with the backlog of government affairs, not daring to slack off.

There is a god when you lift your head three feet up, and the ancients never deceived me.

And in another county.

A county magistrate named Fang Tu was sitting in the government office proudly at the moment. His room was brightly lit, and there was a wooden box in front of him. When he opened it, it turned out to be an ingot of gleaming silver.

"300 taels of silver, tsk tsk, that merchant is really generous, let's award that batch of goods to him tomorrow." Fang Tu stroked his short beard, looked at the silver in front of him, squinted his eyes and smiled.

"Do you really want to collect the stolen money? The 300 taels of silver do not belong to you. After taking it, your fortune and official fortune will be correspondingly reduced."