Can I become the Yu-Gi-Oh by summoning the Flame Swordsman?

"Everyone, thank you for taking some time out of your busy schedule to meet with me, Fan Jianfan. Thank you very much. Please take a seat."

The bleak autumn wind blew across the light green water of the pool, creating ripples that gathered towards the center of the pool. Above the center of the pool was a small pavilion connected to a stone bridge.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a goatee and wearing the official uniform of a county magistrate was standing in front of the stone table in the pavilion, greeting with a smile on his face.

Dozens of eight-person tables were placed around the pool. The landlords, who were dressed in fancy clothes and had thriving waistlines, gathered around the tables and bowed to the man in the pavilion, saying, "Master Fan, I haven't seen you for a long time. You look pretty good."

It was the season when osmanthus flowers were in full bloom. The seven or eight osmanthus trees planted behind the crowd outshone all other flowers. As the breeze blew, the air was filled with a fragrance that made people feel comfortable and refreshed. Against the backdrop of the morning light of the rising sun, it seemed particularly warm and comfortable.

It also forms a sharp contrast with the oppressive situation outside the wall caused by the locust plague and starvation and death.

"The purpose of gathering everyone today is to tell you a piece of good news. Recently, the imperial court has received another batch of grain. Together with the previous batches of grain, the total is nearly 5,000 dan."

County Magistrate Fan Qian had a joyful smile on his face: "These grains are enough for us to eat until next autumn harvest. From now on, we can finally sleep with pillows tucked in, and no longer worry about when this damn locust plague will pass.

Also, I believe that everyone has been worried about the bandits Ye Xu who have gathered outside the city recently. I promised to protect everyone's interests, and I will definitely do it. Not long ago, I received news from the prefect that the court has begun to gather troops to eliminate the rebels, and they will set off soon, rushing in at night to wipe out the bandits. Our good days are coming!"

After he finished speaking, the landlords and wealthy people around the pavilion applauded in celebration. The applause was deafening like thunder, and everyone's face was filled with happy smiles.

"On this joyous day, why don't we hold a food evaluation conference? I have already informed everyone to prepare a dish to participate in the competition. Everyone will be a judge. As the organizer, I will give out 100 dan of grain as a prize to the winner. We will improvise poems and compose essays, and strive to leave behind famous works for the ages, so that history will remember this day when the clouds are cleared!"

"it is good!"

Everyone cheered enthusiastically, and in this lively and festive atmosphere, plates of delicacies were served on the eight-immortal table for everyone to taste. In order to show the strength of each family and the 100 stone of grain, the dishes on display may not necessarily be delicious, but they must be made with the most precious ingredients in the world and the most complicated processes.

Time passed slowly amid the laughter of the crowd. After several hours, the landlords and wealthy people had eaten so much that their faces were almost frozen with laughter, but they had not yet finished tasting the dishes.

Magistrate Fan touched his stomach, which was about to burst. He waved to his advisor and asked, "How much do you have left? Just go through the motions and make these people believe that we have plenty of food now."

"Master, there is one last plate. It is said to be made with an extremely precious ingredient. It is so precious that only one plate is made for you, the master. No one else can enjoy it."

"Oh? Then I want to try it."

After he finished speaking, everyone saw a tall young man carrying a food tray walking in from the garden gate. He walked across the stone bridge leisurely and placed a food box on the stone table in front of County Magistrate Fan.

"Where did this ignorant wild boy come from?" Magistrate Fan looked at the boy's careless behavior with disdain and said with displeasure. He then opened the lid of the food box, wanting to see what the mysterious finale dish was.

However, the moment the lid was opened, County Magistrate Fan and the legal advisor beside him were dumbfounded - there was no delicious dish in front of them at all, but a bloody dead rat placed on the plate, with its messy gray hair even mixed with muddy substances that might be rat droppings, and a faint stench floating in the air.

Resisting the urge to vomit, County Magistrate Fan waved his hand and threw the food box heavily to the ground. The people waiting for the result at the Eight Immortals Table were shocked by this scene and stood up one after another to see the situation in the pavilion.

Magistrate Fan pointed at the young man standing a few steps away and shouted angrily, "How dare you fool me? Who gave you the courage? Who is your master?"

"Why? Master Fan, don't you like the delicious food I prepared for you?"

"How dare you talk nonsense? You call this a delicacy? Believe it or not, I will let you eat it right now!" County Magistrate Fan slammed the table and yelled.

"Master Fan, you may not know that when I passed by the county town yesterday, I saw several hungry people fighting over this thing. I thought, if this wasn't a rare delicacy, why would they fight over it and get their heads broken and bloodied?"

The young man said calmly, "How can such a good thing be wasted on the stomachs of the common people? I snatched it from them and presented it to you."

"You, you!" Magistrate Fan's face turned purple and blue, and he didn't know how to answer for a moment. It was only then that the master realized that he was in such an embarrassing situation, and hurriedly shouted: "Today's activities are over. The master will announce the results of the competition another day. No one is allowed to stay here. Dismissed, dismissed!"

"What happened? What did he offer?" The audience's curiosity had not yet been satisfied when guards came forward to see the guests off, and they were invited out of the back garden one after another.

What was supposed to be a food tasting contest full of laughter and joy was quickly interrupted by the appearance of a plate of dead rats, causing all parties to leave unhappily with a lingering feeling of unfulfilled desire.

"You are such a sharp-tongued boy, who are you and who supports you to dare to act so presumptuously?" County Magistrate Fan took a long breath. His intuition told him that ordinary people would never dare to be so presumptuous. The person in front of him must be of great importance.

"No one supports me. My name is Xian."

"Xi'an?" When Magistrate Fan heard this, he felt that this was not a name that a rich family would choose. "What's your last name?"

The master tugged at Magistrate Fan's sleeves and whispered in his ear, "Master, didn't the prefect write to say that the eunuch who was appointed by the court to supervise the army had already left Zijin City and would be arriving soon? Isn't the eunuch's name Xi'an?"

"The military supervisor eunuch!?"

When County Magistrate Fan heard this, he was shocked. This man was a popular figure around King Daguang, and he could not afford to offend such a person.

"Happy, happy, happy, happy, sir. I am just a country bumpkin who has never seen the world. I am not very knowledgeable. I am sorry for any offense. Please forgive me, sir."

County Magistrate Fan hurriedly pulled his lawyer to his knees and apologize, and his head tapped the ground with a "cluck, cluck, cluck" sound.

"You said you have 5,000 shi of grain? Take me to see your granary." Bai Chu said coldly.

"Yes... yes," Magistrate Fan was stunned for a moment, but after weighing the pros and cons, he stood up respectfully, "Come with me."

Magistrate Fan and his lawyer led the way, leaving the back garden, passing several departments, and finally arriving in front of a row of warehouses. The stone steps of the warehouses were sunken in the middle where people often walked, and it was obvious that people often moved heavy objects here, and the steps were worn flat.

Magistrate Fan called out to the guards at the gate: "Open the door. Lord Xi wants to inspect the disaster relief grain."

As soon as the door was opened, Bai Chu smelled the fragrance of grain. He saw that the warehouse in front of him was full of grain, with only a small piece of open space at the exit. There were some rice bags filled with grain in front of his feet, and he didn't know if they were damaged by mice, so the husks were scattered, and there was some obvious mouse droppings on the ground.

Now it was Bai Chu's turn to be shocked.

Looking at the mountain of grain piled up to the height of the roof beams, and thinking of the bones of the starved people everywhere on the roadside in Xiahe County, Bai Chu's face suddenly darkened, and he said to County Magistrate Fan: "Look, this house can't hold it all. Why don't you find a bigger house to store it?"

"Hi, Lord, how can such a thing worry you?" Magistrate Fan breathed a sigh of relief and introduced enthusiastically: "Look, from the row of houses on the left to here, and then to the end on the right, there are more than ten warehouses in total, and only eight of them are installed now. If these are not enough, we can make room for a few more.

Actually, I was just being frugal and packed it in a tight space. If there is more food to be stored, I can find a way to get another 5,000 shi!"