The best county magistrate

The anti-epidemic and disaster relief work lasted for more than ten days.

During this period of time, almost everyone in Qingshui County Government only slept for two hours.

Whether they are young scholars or senior government officials, their faces are deeply imprinted in the hearts of the victims.

After learning about the heroic feats of their county magistrate in fighting the plague outside the city, the people in the city spontaneously started to provide support.

Yang Xuanchen, the magistrate of Qingshui County, insisted on being on the front line and showed great courage and determination in the fight against malaria.

He fought day and night to save lives and heal the wounded, bringing hope of life to patients and setting a great example for everyone.

He is like a natural chasm that blocks out the plague that people fear like ghosts and gods.

On this day, everyone gathered together as usual to wait for Yang Xuanchen to arrange work.

However, he was nowhere to be seen after waiting left and right. Finally, Zhang Biao discovered Yang Xuanchen, who had been unconscious for a long time, under the high platform at the city gate.

He pulled Wei Junzhi over like crying for his father, "Old Wei, will our master be fine?"

Wei Junzhi checked Yang Xuanchen's breathing, gave him a reassuring look, and then slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"These days, the master has worked harder than any of us. I'm afraid he will faint from exhaustion."

Looking at that handsome face that had been tanned by the sun, Wei Junzhi had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Back then, he was just like Yang Xuanchen, a young man who achieved success.

He became a county magistrate in his early twenties. That year he also encountered the evil squires and gangsters in the county.

However, he was too immature and impulsive. In the end, he was not only dismissed from office, but also almost lost his life.

At the beginning of becoming a master, Wei Junzhi was somewhat resistant because he did not believe that a person of the age of Dancing Elephant could manage a county well.

Over the past two months, he had witnessed Yang Xuanchen's courage and courage in fighting the squire and punishing the evildoers.

From the magical method of making salt and brewing wine, to the benevolent act of hanging the pot to save the world, he admired everything.

He found that the Yang Xuanchen in front of him seemed to be the immortal that the people said he was sent from heaven to earth to save the common people.

Wei Junzhi called Zhang Biao to help Yang Xuanchen up.

"Ask Master Wang to take him back to the Yamen and have a good sleep."

"The patients have basically recovered, and no new patients have appeared in recent days."

"The victims outside the city shouldn't have much of a problem. We just need to follow the tasks assigned by the master these days."

Several sharp-eyed victims saw the county magistrate being carried onto the carriage, and they rushed forward to ask about his condition.

A victim grabbed Wei Junzhi's sleeve and asked excitedly: "It was fine just now, why did it suddenly stop?"

"You are a Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, so be sure nothing happens to you!" Another man knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, muttering to himself.

Fan Xian rushed over. Looking at the carriage that had driven away, he knelt down and kowtowed nine times.

"Master, yesterday you asked me if I would like to serve in the county government. Why did I just leave like this? Ugh..."

With wailing sounds, the sadness spread from the city gate to the victims further away, and the news that the county magistrate was heading west spread like wildfire outside the city.

Immediately, the victims who were grateful to Yang Xuanchen gathered around the city gate.

They knelt on the ground, their eyes showing deep sorrow and endless gratitude.

"Master, you are our lifesaver. How could you just leave before we could repay you!"

An old man burst into tears.

"Master Yang, you are our hope. Now that you are gone, what should we do?"

A young mother holds her child tightly, her eyes full of fear and helplessness.

"You are our hero and we will always remember your kindness!"

A strong man clenched his fists, his eyes full of firmness and determination.

The government officials from Qingshui County also gathered around. They burst into tears, "Master..."

"Weeping in mourning! Why are you howling! Our master is just tired, not dead yet!"

"Hurry up and find a shady place to stay. Mother is suffering from heat stroke again!"

Zhang Biao shouted a few words at the top of his voice.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment, then burst into shouts of joy, and then kowtowed a few more times in the direction of the city gate.

They each returned to the shade and prayed to the sky continuously, praying that Yang Xuanchen would be safe and sound.

In the back hall of the county government office, Xiaolian had taken off all of Yang Xuanchen's clothes at some point.

The sweater was soaked in warm water and was wiping his body over and over again.

"Sister Xiaolian, you have been tired for several days. Why don't you take a rest and let me wipe my body?"

Zhou Miaomiao's peripheral vision fell on Yang Xuanchen and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.

"It's okay. I have served the young master for more than ten years, and I am still not tired at this point." Xiaolian wrung out the sweat towel and wiped him again.

After wiping himself, the two of them worked together to put clean clothes back on him.

Looking at Yang Xuanchen, who was overworked and whose brows were knitted together in his sleep, Xiaolian silently shed tears.

"Sister Xiaolian, aren't you doing well? Why are you crying?" Zhou Miaomiao asked.

Xiaolian wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and sighed, "Master, it's not easy."

"Although the young master is usually quite muddled, his words sometimes don't make sense."

"But who knew that after he became the magistrate of Qingshui County, he would think about how to make the villagers eat and drink well every night."

"Now that so many disaster victims have arrived, how can Qingshui County afford to support so many idle people."

"For more than half a month, just to rescue these victims, provide them with food and drink, and buy medicinal materials, I have lost tens of thousands of taels of silver."

"When the young master wakes up, there will be more aftermath work to be done, which one does not require money and which one does not require a lot of effort."

Speaking of this, Zhou Miaomiao sat next to Xiaolian, held her hand with one hand, and patted it gently with the other.

"I still have Master Wei, Brother Biao, and the government servants in the government office. You don't have to worry so much."

"Sister Xiaolian, I have been busy cooking and serving porridge these days. I haven't slept for several days. Go and take a rest."

"Master, I will take care of it for you."

Xiaolian shook her head and wiped Yang Xuanchen's face with a sweat handkerchief, her eyes full of distress.

"He likes to drink the millet porridge I cook the most..."

As she spoke, Xiaolian lay beside Yang Xuanchen and closed her eyes.

Zhou Miaomiao was filled with emotion when she saw Xiaolian falling asleep from exhaustion.

This girl is the closest person to Yang Xuanchen and the person he trusts the most.

Invisible to others, she takes on too many responsibilities and worries.

Her care and concern for Yang Xuanchen was touching.

He carefully picked up Xiaolian and placed her on the soft couch next to her.

Pulling a thin quilt over, she gently covered Xiaolian's body.

Then, Zhou Miaomiao sat back next to Yang Xuanchen, looking at him with eyes filled with deep concern.

"Brother, take a good rest. Everything will get better." Zhou Miaomiao whispered, her voice full of expectation and prayer.