Bastard's Counterattack [Rebirth]

"Yes!" Although he was full of complaints, Zhang Bao obeyed his words on the surface.The first level of officialdom crushes people to death. He is a fellow confidant, with Zhizhou on top of his head. His background is not as deep as others, and his waist is not straight.

Sitting in the official sedan chair in green was Qiu Xiaohuai, the general judge. He was always cautious in his words and deeds.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!" Zhizhou Wan Bin was in a hurry, wishing he could fly back to the Yamen with his wings.They misunderstood that: the new magistrate had just arrived and was exhausted by boats and cars. According to common sense, he must rest for a few days to recharge his batteries.

The bearers were so tired that their faces were pale, their heads were sweating profusely, and their teeth were grinning. They would be carried by another shift after a while, otherwise they would not be able to hold on.

a quarter of an hour later

The sedan chair team arrived at the ruins, but due to the obstruction of the ruined walls, Wan Bin and others only saw a mass of black heads, and estimated the time, they knew that food was being distributed.

"Zhang Bao, hurry up and drive away the victims. Gathering a crowd at the gate of the city is a hindrance to the view. What's the point?" Wan Bin ordered impatiently.

"Yes."

"Stop the sedan chair!" Zhang Bao reluctantly called to stop, angrily, and thought to himself for countless times: Qiu Xiaohuai is lower than Lao Tzu, why didn't you order him?Bah, let me do all the dirty work!

"My lord," Qiu Xiaohuai, who was in the green official sedan chair, finally spoke. He lifted the curtain of the sedan chair, showing a round, white, fat and beardless smiling face, and earnestly asked for instructions: "Can I help you with Mr. Zhang? There are more than 2000 victims of the disaster, blocking the gate of the city." It’s really outrageous, we should send him back to Yi County to receive relief as soon as possible.”

Short-handed, soft-mouthed.

"Okay, very good! Xiaohuai's words are reasonable and have a high level of comprehension, which is worthy of my painstaking cultivation." For the sake of celebrating filial piety in the four seasons of the year, Wan Bin greatly appreciated it and generously agreed: "In that case , then you will be responsible for sending the victims back to the village together." After a pause, he thought for a while, then added seriously:

"My officer will be watching from the side. Come here."

"exist."

Wan Bin thought for a while, and gave detailed instructions to his cronies: "Go back to the yamen as soon as possible, and ask the new magistrate, Mr. Rong, to say that the official is busy outside the city to comfort and resettle the victims. I will see you later; besides, set up a table, a table... medium." Receive the wind wine, the dishes have the flavor of the capital, and they are placed in the side hall of the atrium of the yamen. This official is going to welcome Mr. Rong at noon. Do it quickly!"

"Yes!"

not long

The sedan chair team stopped, the bearers pressed the poles of the sedan chair, and the three officials got off the sedan chair. They were stiffened by the bitter cold wind. After running back and forth for two days and one night, their backs ached and they were in a bad mood. They stood still and slowed down. Unsightly, he waved his hand: "Let's go! No matter what we have to let the victims leave today, even if they refuse to go back to Yi County, we must not block people's eyes at the gate of the city anymore!"

"Yes." Zhang Bao nodded and bowed his head. In order to make up for his laziness and dereliction of duty, he charged forward with his head held high, aggressively passing through the ruins, and happened to stand in a depression, facing the backs of a large number of victims. After a few glances, he suddenly became angry, grabbed a thin boy's arm, yanked it fiercely, and scolded sharply:

"Bold and trick people!"

"Tell me! Where did you get the steamed buns? Why do you go to get porridge when you have steamed buns to eat? You are insatiable!"

"If you have steamed buns, you are not considered a disaster victim. Hurry up and leave!" Zhang Bao said, pulling the boy back staggeringly.

"Ah! My porridge!" The young man yelled in panic. He was suddenly pushed from behind by Zhang Bao. Although the wooden bowl was instinctively held firmly, most of the porridge spilled, and he felt extremely distressed. I was at a loss, my eyes were hot, and I couldn't help crying.

"You pretend to be a disaster victim to receive food relief from the government, and you still have the face to cry?" Zhang Bao scolded with raised eyebrows.

"My porridge..." The young man murmured, trembling violently with fear and apprehension, his clothes were ragged, but as neat as possible, his face was wiped clean with snow, and he looked more and more sallow and emaciated.

The rest of the victims who were immersed in joy turned around after hearing the news, glaring at each other, holding steamed buns in their hands.

Huh?

Zhang Bao was stunned, at a loss, but he had been used to being an official for a long time, and he couldn't let go of his airs. He proudly raised his chin, and shouted in a rough voice: "What are you looking at? This official is a co-prefect of the Xizhou Yamen. Send you back to Yi County!"

"What deportation?"

"It's freezing cold, the house has collapsed, and we can't go back for the time being."

"The steamed buns were given by Mr. Rong!"

……

Rong Youtang, who was on the earthen platform in the distance, noticed the commotion at the edge of the open space, hurriedly got up to look around, and asked wonderingly, "What's going on there? Are you fighting for food?"

"I received them one by one just now, everyone has a share, what are you fighting for?" Wei Jie was also puzzled.The earthen platform they were standing on happened to be blocked by the ruins, so they couldn't see the road.

"Go, take a look." Rong Youtang walked down the earthen platform, walked quickly, surrounded by guards and government servants, passed through the crowded crowd, and quickly rushed to the scene of the accident, and heard a proud sentence from a distance:

"I'm an imperial court official! Are you daring? How dare you insult an imperial court official?"

There was a lot of noise, discussions mixed with insults, accompanied by the sobbing of a teenager.

"quiet!"

"Master Zhifu is here!" The yamen servants yelled as usual, Rong Youtang squeezed into the circle of disputes, and glanced intently:

A large group of angry victims, a weeping teenager, and a middle-aged man in official uniform protected by government servants.

"What's going on?" Rong Youtang looked at the middle-aged man and asked blankly, Cui Wenshi, the official who accompanied him, hurriedly approached and told, "My lord, he is Zhang Bao, a fellow acquaintance."

"Oh?" Rong Youtang's attitude was indifferent, and he said in a flat tone: "So it's Master Zhang."

Cui Wenshi suppressed his schadenfreude, hid half of his body behind the prefect, stretched his neck, and pointed his head to remind: "Master Zhang, this is the new prefect of Xizhou, Lord Rong."

Cui, what are you proud of?Like a dog wagging its tail!

In the past ten years or so, the prefect of Xizhou has either left his post and never looked back, or he was dismissed from his post and imprisoned and lost his head. It is not beneficial to get close to him.

Zhang Bao ridiculed his colleagues in his heart, but his face was half invisible. He had already put on a face of surprise and excitement. Regardless of the unevenness of the ruins, he knelt down with a "plop" and said respectfully:

"Humble job Zhang Bao, kowtow to Lord Rong!"

"Get up, there is no need to be polite." Rong Youtang said sternly, before the other party stood still, he immediately asked: "Master Zhang, I am in charge of distributing food for disaster relief. What's going on here?"

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Bao quickly decided on a countermeasure. He smiled helplessly, patted the thin young man on the shoulder affectionately, and explained with tolerance: "After the humble official reported the disaster, he returned from the governor's office overnight and was eager to help you deal with the disaster. There were so many people that they accidentally knocked over the little brother's porridge bowl when passing by."

"is it?"

Rong Youtang glanced at the victims who dared to be angry and dare not speak out, knowing that there must be something inside, he stared at the shivering thin young man, and asked gently: "Your porridge spilled?"

The young man nodded heavily, nodding like pounding garlic, choked up and unable to speak.

At this time, Wan Bin and Qiu Xiaohuai waited and watched for a long time behind the collapsed half of the wall, and stepped forward together.

Wan Bin pretended to be out of breath, took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat, his eyes lit up when he saw Rong Youtang, and asked happily: "Oh, you must be Mr. Rong, right? Then I rushed back overnight!" After speaking, he was unequivocal in his heart, and he knelt firmly, and Qiu Xiaohuai, who was watching his words, knelt down, and the two said:

"Official Wan Bin, kowtow to Lord Rong."

"Humble job Qiu Xiaohuai, I am willing to do the work of a dog and a horse for my lord."

"My lords, please stand up. The most urgent thing is to settle down the people affected by the disaster, and we will discuss the rest when we return to the Yamen." Rong Youtang raised his hand calmly, with his left hand resting on the young man's shoulders. Seeing that there were still two mouthfuls of porridge left in the other party's bowl, he urged: "Don't cry. Alright, you finish the porridge first."

"Well, yes." Next to the Yizhou parent officer, the boy didn't dare to raise his head. He tried his best to suppress his crying, obediently obeyed his orders, and drank his porridge in a panic. Breathing out, his face turned blue, he had endured hunger for a long time, his body was weak and thin, when he coughed well, his eyes went dark, and his body shook involuntarily.Rong Youtang hurriedly supported him, Wei Jie silently took over, and fixed him with his big palm.

"Come." Rong Youtang suddenly took away the boy's wooden bowl, and the boy's eyes widened in fright, he wanted to stop him but didn't dare, his heart trembled with fear.

The victims were also stunned, confused and suspicious, staring intently:

I saw Rong Youtang holding the wooden bowl and stuffing it into Zhang Bao's hand, holding back his anger, and said loudly: "All the victims will need to walk to the temporary shelter later, but Mr. Zhang 'accidentally' knocked over other people's porridge bowl , If this child is hungry, we should make up for it out of reason, don’t you think so?”

what?

"Yes, yes." Zhang Bao nodded slowly.

Rong Youtang nodded in satisfaction, and ordered solemnly: "Then you are going to refill this child with a spoonful of porridge!"

"Uh..." Zhang Bao was stunned holding the wooden bowl, unable to understand the thoughts of the young magistrate.

"Huh? Master Zhang is not willing?" Rong Youtang asked in a deep voice, his eyes were bright and his smile seemed to be there.

"Oh! Yes, yes, I'll do it for the humble job." Zhang Baoru hurriedly bowed to accept the order as if he had just woken up from a dream, and turned around in a circle, dazed.

Cui Wenshi tried his best to hold back his ridicule, thinking that he was being merciful, raised his hand and pointed at the earthen platform, and said in a leisurely manner: "Master Zhang, the porridge shed is there. Why don't you let the humble job do it for you?"

Hearing this, Zhang Bao subconsciously handed the wooden bowl to Cui Wenshi, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he found that Rong Youtang's eyes were cold and hard.

"No need!" Zhang Bao straightened his chest, and said righteously: "It's my officer... I accidentally knocked over the child's bowl, and I should refill it for him!"

After all, they are officials from the same yamen, so it's not advisable to make too much noise in public.The corners of Rong Youtang's mouth curled up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. It wasn't his first time traveling far away, and he already had a rough idea of ​​the bad nature of some local officials, and he always hated the faces of those who bully the weak.He suppressed his dissatisfaction, and turned to console the boy: "How old are you? What's your name? Which village are you from?"

"The grass man's name is Xie Chun. He is 12 years old and lives in Xiejia Village." The young man calmed down a bit, and managed to stop his sobbing.

Grass people?

Rong Youtang smiled, looked around, and asked doubtfully, "Where's your family?"

Xie Chun squeezed the hem of his clothes, his head drooped even more, his neck was slender, and he didn't say a word.

"Back to the adults, Chunzi's grandparents are long gone. His parents were crushed to death by the collapsed house during the snow disaster. This poor and fatal child was dug out from the corpses of his parents by the neighbors." Xiejia Village Li was interrupting to explain.

well.Rong Youtang sighed silently, looked down at the lonely boy, and once again deeply remembered that he was a "parent officer".In order to divert the other party's grief, he deliberately asked: "Xie Chun? Which 'Chun'?"

"Yes, yes—" Xie Chun was frightened, stammered, squatted down, smoothed a small piece of muddy ground mixed with snow with the palm of his hand, carefully wrote the word "Chun" with gravel, and raised his face and said: " My lord, it’s this word.” At this moment, he saw clearly:

God!The new magistrate is so young?

Rong Youtang also squatted down informally, looked at it for a moment, and commented: "The handwriting is good, but the momentum here is too heavy. Look." He picked up a stone at random, and wrote in an exemplary manner. The word "Xie Chun" in Guange style.

Envious and admired, Xie Chun gradually relaxed, and said shyly, "Thank you for your guidance, my lord."

"Did you go to school?" Rong Youtang asked naturally.

Xie Chun shook his head: "Because my family is poor, I can't afford to pay for my studies. I have to rely on the kindness of a scholar from the neighboring village to give me a professor. It's a pity that my husband died of illness a few years ago."

Rong Youtang pondered for a moment, tapped the word "Chun" with his index finger, and gently taught: "Pour the world's Chun, and analyze the world's simplicity." 'Chun' also means 'chun', which means simplicity, honesty, and purity, and Mr. Ling named you 'Chun', its ardent expectations are included in it, I hope you will be sincere, diligent, self-disciplined and progressive in this life, and never let down the hard work of your teachers."

With tears in his eyes, Xie Chun unconsciously sat on his knees, his lips trembling and said: "The grass people will remember the teachings of the teacher forever."

at the same time

Holding a wooden bowl, Zhang Bao made his way through the crowd with difficulty. In just half a mile, he was met with disdain, disgust, and hatred from the victims along the way. explain:

"My lord, the humble job served porridge—oh!" He was overjoyed, sometimes sad, when he walked down the gentle slope of the hollow, his feet slipped, he was embarrassed, and half of the porridge in the wooden bowl was spilled!

Rong Youtang got up, stood firmly like a pine, and thought to himself: I'm just worried about lack of a reason to attack, you're here in a hurry!

Zhang Bao held the bowl in his hands, trying his best to hide his embarrassment and shortness of breath.

"Master Zhang, are you not injured?" Rong Youtang asked with concern.

Zhang Bao shook his head in embarrassment.

"That's good." Rong Youtang smiled, then changed his voice, and said solemnly:

"My official clearly stipulated in advance: For this morning's meal, each person has a spoonful of porridge and a steamed bun. When distributing the food, the food must be distributed as much as possible, because the court treats the affected people equally! What do you think?"

Tsk, the little magistrate is really hard to fool!Wan Bin and Qiu Xiao Huai Mingzhe defended themselves, shrank their necks, and echoed:

"What Master Rong said is very true."

"Zhang Bao, why don't you make another trip and strictly abide by the rule of one scoop per person." Wan Bin urged as if trying to smooth things over.

Rong Youtang was very sober and decided to use Zhang Baoliwei.

stalemate for a moment

Zhang Bao was helpless, aggrieved and angry, blushing, he could only give in, forced a smile on his face and said, "Your Excellency is right, I will fill a whole spoonful right away!"

"Sigh." Rong Youtang sighed, looking down at the rice grains scattered on the ground, feeling distressed: "Who knows that every grain of Chinese food is hard work."

You tricky brat!

Zhang Insurance was a little upset, he gritted his teeth, breathed rapidly, and spit out the words through his teeth: "Food is precious, but the humble job accidentally knocked it over, it is really wrong, and should be compensated."

"Oh?" Rong Youtang pretended to be surprised, turned his head, and asked politely: "Master Wan, Master Qiu, what do you think?"

Fearing that the new official would be the first fire to burn himself, Wan Bin stated decisively: "Zhang Bao confessed his fault and voluntarily compensated, and the next official agrees with his proposal."

Qiu Xiaohuai cupped his hands and replied, "The humble official also agrees."

"Hmm." Rong Youtang praised happily: "Master Zhang understands righteousness so deeply, how can I ignore your feelings for the court and the common people? Master Cui?"

"Humble job." Cui Wenshi stepped forward respectfully, carefully clamping his tail up while watching the show.

"You calculate carefully, discount the price of these scattered grains, and deduct them from Mr. Zhang's salary next month." Rong Youtang ordered.

"Yes." Cui Wenshi bowed deeply, almost wanting to overwhelm:

Hey!

What a magistrate!

——If Rong Youtang interrogated the disputes on the spot and reprimanded and punished Zhang Bao, his subordinates would only laugh at him for being "young and impatient"; Let Zhang Bao lose face!It's amazing.

"Thank you, my lord, for your fulfillment." Zhang Bao's face flushed with a liver color.He swallowed his anger, took half a bowl of porridge, and looked at the white eyes of countless victims, embarrassed and embarrassed, turned around and went to the porridge shed, secretly cursing the eighteen generations of Rong Youtang's ancestors.

Rong Youtang knew it well, but he remained unmoved in the slightest, solemnly and forcefully, and sternly ordered:

"Everyone listen!"

"Did you see it just now? You must cherish food! If you let me know who spoils food, you will be punished severely! In addition, during the period of living in the refuge, fighting for food or fighting is prohibited. If there is a conflict, first contact the village. Lizheng, Lizheng It is impossible to mediate and then report to the government. All in all, please calmly get through the difficulties, and this official will try to arrange for you to go home and live as soon as possible."

After a long while, Zhang Bao returned with the porridge in both hands, and looked eagerly at Rong Youtang, who said lightly, "Give it to Xie Chun."

"Yes." Zhang Bao was frightened by the torment, and honestly handed the porridge to Xie Chun.

Rong Youtang urged: "Xie Chun, then, you deserve it."

Xie Chun was very grateful, took the porridge and held it cherished.

Rong Youtang said earnestly and earnestly: "Xie Lizheng, Xie Chun has no relatives, you should take care of him as much as possible. If he is really helpless, you have the responsibility to report the orphan to the Yamen, and the imperial court will distribute some rations on time."

"Hey, okay."

What kind of person is the new prefect?

He is young and handsome, sometimes kind and kind, sometimes harsh, sometimes caring for the people, sometimes beating his subordinates...

There was complete silence all around, and the common people were respectful, convinced, and nodded one after another. In just a short time, many people sincerely respected and loved the new magistrate.

However, Wan Bin, Zhang Bao and others sighed and looked sad, especially Zhang Bao who held a grudge.

After three full days, Rong Youtang probably settled the victims.

at night

"My lord, go to rest early, don't overwhelm your body." Wei Jie stepped into the study, holding a carrier pigeon in his hand.

Rong Youtang, who was sitting at the desk, didn't raise his head, and said with a smile: "Brother Wei, don't call me your lord in private, just listen to me."

"Brother Rong." Wei Jie said happily, "Many people asked about your age, and I told them they didn't believe it! Hahaha, your tricks shocked them."

Suddenly, the quietly curled pigeon made two "coo-coo" sounds.

When Rong Youtang heard this, he suddenly raised his head, hurriedly put down his pen and stood up, holding his breath and asked nervously, "Who sent the pigeon?"

"What do you think?" Wei Jie asked back with a smile, and stuffed the pigeon into Rong Youtang's hands——