I am the county magistrate in Daming

In the 23rd year of Chenghua, the emperor died in August.In September Yimao, the posthumous posthumous posthumous posthumous title of Tian Ning Dao Cheng Ming Ren revered Wen Su Wu Hong De Sheng Xiao Chun Emperor, the temple name Xianzong.

In the same year, Crown Prince Zhu Youtang succeeded the emperor.In the spring of the following year, the name was changed to Hongzhi.

"My lord, it's three quarters of Yin time."

The young man lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes and looked at the beams with gold threads on the top of his head. His eyes were a little dull, as if he hadn't quite woken up yet.

The maid knew that the master had woken up when she heard the rustling sound coming from the room, and asked again: "My lord, do you need a servant to change your clothes?"

The young man who had already circled behind the screen was so frightened that his hair exploded when he heard the maid's words, and he threw his fragrant underwear to the ground with a trembling hand.

"No, no need, trouble... Cough, just go and get me a basin of water." He picked up the obscene pants from the ground, shook the ashes and put them on again.

"Yes."

It has been a month since time travel, and Mu Qingtian still hasn't adapted to the living habits here, and finally got rid of the polite language, but he still shows his true colors when he is nervous.Fortunately, he is the eldest son of the mansion, everything is up to his preferences, and others dare not say anything.

Hearing the maid's footsteps getting farther and farther away, Mu Qingtian hurriedly changed his clothes and pushed open the door to go out with a heartbroken expression on his face.

Feudal dross, men and women can't get close, how can he let a little girl change his clothes for a pure and good man in his 30s.

A month ago, he was fighting on the front line of flood fighting and emergency rescue in Xiaolianye Village. After evacuating the last household in the village, he stayed there forever.Before Mu Qingtian could react, he only felt a pain in the back of his head, and was swept into the raging flood by the waves.

Mu Qingtian was heartless, floating above his mourning hall, looking at his translucent body, what he thought in his heart was "ah, so people really have souls".

The mourning hall was very quiet, people came one after another, Mu Qingtian floated on the photo of his death, saying hello to them one by one.

"Uncle Li, let's move. Everyone has moved. Look, when the flood comes, everything will be submerged."

"Aunt Axi, the country/country distributes subsidies for the disabled every month, so don't forget to collect them."

No one spoke, and even if they were crying, everyone kept their mouths tightly shut and did not make a sound.

The last ones to come in were the old and the young.The old man supported his crutches, his legs were still trembling, and half of his body was leaning against the girl beside him.The girl supported her grandmother, holding a white chrysanthemum tightly in her hand.She was so hard that the stems were pinched and bent.

Mu Qingtian knew this grandparent and grandson—they were the last family he evacuated. The old man was sick and paralyzed in bed, and the girl's parents had gone out to work, leaving them alone. They were extremely poor households in Xiaoheye Village.

"It will be fine, everything will be fine."

Maybe it was because he was born with a lack of heart, but Mu Qingtian didn't feel any regret or pain about his death.He brought experts, new technologies, and new opportunities for development.As a poverty alleviation cadre/department, he feels that he has done a good job and has a clear conscience.

Before he finished expressing his emotions, he traveled to the Ming Dynasty.

At first Mu Qingtian thought this was some kind of film and television base, but a month's experience and life ruthlessly smashed Mu Qingtian's face.

This is the Ming Dynasty, the famous Ming Dynasty.

However, Mu Qingtian is not sure if he really traveled to the Ming Dynasty in history. He is a poverty alleviation cadre/department, and he is not an archaeologist or historian. His understanding of ancient Chinese history is limited to being able to "Tang Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing" are memorized in these five characters.

After washing his face, Mu Qingtian followed his memory and went to the front hall, preparing to have breakfast with his parents.

Mu Mansion is the home of local wealthy merchants. In the first year of Hongzhi, the emperor merged some counties under Suzhou Mansion to establish Taicang Prefecture, and the Mu family moved to Taicang Prefecture along with the merger.Taicang Prefecture is near the sea and rich in products. Mr. Mu quickly made a fortune relying on the trade of goods and became a local tyrant.

The Ming Dynasty emphasized agriculture and suppressed business. Although Master Mu was rich, he was not respected by others.He was almost sixty years old, and he didn't show up in the imperial examination for farming, so he turned his idea on his son Mu Qingtian.

Master Mu entrusted someone and spent a large sum of money to donate an official to Mu Qingtian, hoping that his son would become famous and honor his ancestors.

This morning, Master Mu planned to talk about it.

When Mu Qingtian went to the front hall, he first saluted Mrs. Mu who was sitting in the main seat, and then was led by the maid to sit in his seat.

"Qing'er, eat more." Mrs. Mu took the largest piece of meat on the plate and put it on Mu Qingtian's plate.

Mu Qingtian really wanted to complain, the name "Qing'er" sounded strange... But he didn't dare to say it, for fear that the couple would find out his identity and find out that their beloved son had already changed his core.

Forget it, thank God if it wasn't "Xiao Qing".

"Yes, eat more." Master Mu smiled, the flesh on his face was piled up, and he squeezed out a bunch of creases to gallop his horse.

If he could do it all over again, he swore that he would never touch that piece of meat!

After breakfast, Mu Qingtian planned to continue going back to the room to lie in the corpse for the morning as usual, and then go to the city to collect news in the afternoon.As a result, Master Mu grabbed Mu Qingtian with his big hand, and he fixed Mu Qingtian on the stool, unable to move.

Father, good skill, grow old and strong.Mu Qingtian was stiff, struggling and struggling, and didn't dare to make trouble and expose himself, so he could only sit on the small yellow rosewood stool, obediently waiting to listen to Master Mu's orders.

"Don't be nervous, what your father wants to say is a good thing." Mrs. Mu saw her son's nervousness, and comforted her.

"Yeah, this is a great thing!"

After speaking, Master Mu carefully took out a piece of paper from his arms and held it in his hand, as if holding an imperial decree.

"Lizheng from Zimingli resigned, and the county recommended a filial person to fill his position. Guess what?"

Mu Qingtian didn't want to guess, he already smelled danger.

"Father, report your name, our family is going to be an official!"

Both Master Mu and Mrs. Mu were very happy.This matter was done without telling Mu Qingtian, after all donating an official is not a glorious thing, the less people know about it, the better.Yesterday afternoon, the county government sent someone to deliver Mu Qingtian's letter of appointment from Chongming County to Mu's residence.

It's a coincidence that when there was no Taicang Prefecture, the affairs of Chongming County were not in the hands of Taicang Prefecture. As a result, the emperor ordered Chongming County to be under the jurisdiction of Taicang Prefecture. Take advantage of the loophole.

"Yes, but dad, I can't read!"

Since the 21st century, Mu Qingtian has learned to write only simplified characters. He only knows how to read traditional characters, but he can't write them at all, and he doesn't know how to write ancient Chinese.He explained that it is not easy to speak the vernacular. If you become an official, you will be questioned and beheaded in a few days? !

"My son of Mu Yushi, who dares to talk too much?"

Ren Shu has come down, and Mu Qingtian has no choice but to follow, or the entire Mu Mansion will be implicated.Master Mu looked at his silent son, and his joy gradually cooled down.Mu Qingtian was his only child, and he and his wife devoted all their efforts to pampering this child, never beat or scolded him, and let him do whatever he wanted.

Today, Master Mu got angry with his son for the first time.

"Do you know what this means!" He threw Ren Shu onto the table, not forgetting to keep away from his son, so as not to let the paper cut him.

"When your mother and I are buried in the ground, what are you going to do! Holding this pile of gold and silver, sit and eat!"

Mu Qingtian shook and buried her head lower.He's not good at quarreling with people, and when it comes to this kind of time, he tries to minimize his sense of existence, and wait for others to get tired of arguing.

Mrs. Mu felt sorry for her son, but Master Mu's words reminded him.Both of them are not young anymore, and they haven't lived for a few years. How will the son live by then?

"Qing'er, just listen to your father's advice this time."

"You have to go if you go, or you have to go if you don't!" Master Mu twisted his nose and left in anger.

The servants of the Mu Mansion moved very quickly, within half a day they had packed Mu Qingtian's bags and fed the horses, and they were ready to set off at any time.Mu Qingtian dragged one of his servants into the room, took out Ren Shu and whispered to him, "Tell me what is written on it."

He can't even read Ren Shu!

The boy said with a bitter face, "Master, you are embarrassing Fu Bao, Fu Bao is illiterate."

Mu Qingtian sighed, and waved the boy to leave.He didn't dare to ask Master Mu, so he could only hold Ren Shu in a daze in distress.

"Ziming, Su..." Mu Qingtian tried his best to recognize the words above, and then converted it into his own understanding.He felt that he should be going to this place called "Ziming" to be an official. As for what "Su" and "Nan" meant, he just rolled his eyes and didn't know anything.

"Could it be the salary?" Mu Qingtian guessed.

In the afternoon, Master Mu came to his room again.Mu Qingtian learned to be good, nodded and said that he would become an official.Master Mu nodded in relief, and decided to go to a restaurant in the city for the whole family to have a meal, as a practice for his son.

"I heard that Lizheng from Mingli has resigned and returned to his hometown. This disaster can be regarded as gone." Halfway through the meal, Mu Qingtian suddenly heard gossip from the next room.

"Brother He doesn't know something, this is not a 'resignation' here, he just ran away!"

Mu Qingtian stretched out his ears to eavesdrop on the conversation next door.The "Zimingli" they were talking about seemed to be the place he was going to soon, and he might be able to learn something.

"Run? Why run? Didn't he always get along like a fish in water in Zimingli? This evil official of the common people!" One of them seemed to have a big opinion of Lizheng before Zimingli, and his words were full of anger.

"Why else, that one, that one."

"I see."

"It's a pity that the people in Zimingli are starving to death."

The conversation between the two became smaller and smaller, and it didn't take long before they changed the subject.Seeing that his son was almost pressing against the wall, Master Mu asked him, "Qing'er, what's wrong?"

Mu Qingtian's forehead twitched slightly—what did you say you couldn't learn well, so you insisted on calling him after Mrs. Mu?

There is no valuable news from the next door, so Mu Qingtian sat up straight and said, "My son just heard someone say 'Zi Ming Li'."

He wanted to get some more news from Master Mu, but he didn't expect that Master Mu's eyes turned red when he heard his words, and he twitched, almost crying.Mrs. Mu next to her also wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and the two almost hugged each other and cried.

"It's really a bit of a pain in the face, but dad will give you more money, so don't wrong yourself."

This farewell meal aroused Master Mu's reluctance for his son, and when he thought of the ghostly place in Zimingli, he felt that he owed his son, and his heart ached even more.

Based on the words of the neighbor and Master Mu, Mu Qingtian basically concluded that this "Zimingli" should be a very poor place.

Poverty is good!There is light in Mu Qingtian's eyes. What he is best at is helping the poor. The Xiaoheye Village was poor and poor back then, and now it has developed into a tourist attraction, all thanks to him!

"Father, don't worry!" Thinking of continuing the great cause of poverty alleviation, Mu Qingtian's whole body became alive, and he changed from his previous sluggishness, as if he had been beaten to death.

Master Mu was startled by his son's shout, he missed the ball and burned his mouth, hissing in pain.

"You, hiss, as long as you want."

Thinking that a barren village would be rejuvenated under his hands, Mu Qingtian felt excited and couldn't wait to start his new job.

Early the next morning, after bidding farewell to his parents, Mu Qingtian set off on the road in a carriage with two servants and a maid.

"My lord, that man has already left." In the upper room of the inn, a man in black was kneeling on the ground and reporting to the man sitting at the table.

"..."

"My lord?" The man in black didn't get a reply for a long time, and raised his head in doubt.

"Xiaoqi, what time do you think it is?"

"Returning to the prince, at a quarter of an hour, that man left quite early."

"Since it's Mao Shi Mo, why are you wearing night clothes?"

……

Master Mu is rich and powerful, and his reputation for doting on his son spread throughout Taicang Prefecture, so he prepared a two-horse carriage for Mu Qingtian, and the compartment was equipped with cushions, all of which were made of the best silk and cotton in Suzhou.He stopped and stopped along the way, drove during the day and slept in the inn at night, and had servants to take care of him in his daily life. Apart from being bored, Mu Qingtian didn't suffer much.

Heaven will send a great mission to human beings, and they must work hard first. If the time traveler lives as comfortably as Mu Qingtian, wouldn't there be time travelers everywhere?

The people in Taicang Prefecture are safe and stable, and the society is stable. Mr. Mu does business without contacting outsiders. He never knew that there were robbers under the jurisdiction of Suzhou Prefecture.

After leaving Taicang Prefecture and entering the official road, the surrounding area began to become desolate.

"Fubao, how long will it take to reach the next town...?" Mu Qingtian asked, poking his head out of the car window.

Fu Bao looked worried, and said: "If you go back to Young Master, at this speed, we probably won't be able to reach Qin'anli today."

If you can't go to a place where there are people, it means you have to eat and sleep in the open.Master Mu also anticipated this situation before his son's departure, and prepared some extra food for Mu Qingtian for emergencies.

"Young Master, you don't need to worry, Fu Bao and Fu Yuan will protect you."

The two servants picked up some firewood nearby, took out a pot from the carriage, lit a fire again, and waited for Mu Qingtian to take out the dry food to cook some simple dishes.

Mu Qingtian looked at the cloth with only debris left, and wanted to cry but had no tears.My good daddy, why didn't you say in advance that these are dry food to be eaten on the road!

The maid and the servant were also dumbfounded, but they couldn't blame the young master, and the young master was also careless.If the young master feels guilty because of this incident, they will also feel distressed!

"Young Master, Fubao still has a steamed stuffed bun here, you can fill your stomach with it." Fubao took out a greased paper bag from his bosom, which contained the steamed stuffed bun he bought in the previous county yesterday.

"What about you?"

"Master, you are joking, how can a servant girl be compared with you." The maid smiled playfully, took the bun, wiped it on a clean handkerchief, and handed it to Mu Qingtian.

Mu Qingtian didn't say anything, took the steamed stuffed bun from Cui Zhu's hand and pasted it on the heated pot, and poured some water on the bottom of the pot.There was silence all around, only the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves and the crackling of sparks.Mu Qingtian stared at the bonfire in a daze, thinking about the way to go next.

Coming to this world suddenly and becoming an official suddenly, everything was a challenge he had never experienced before.Here he has no one to rely on but himself.This is not a modern society ruled by law. Once you make a wrong step, you may be thrown into prison and suffer various tortures, and even lose your life.

He remembered that the Ming Dynasty in history was a complicated dynasty. The Jinyi Weidong Factory fought for power, and corrupt officials were rampant.Now is the sixth year of Hongzhi, which is the middle period of "Hongzhi Zhongxing" in the history of Ming Dynasty.Now the Ming Dynasty is prosperous and the people are peaceful, but who can imagine what will happen in the future?Wars, famines, natural disasters, anything that was difficult to solve in ancient times.

In order to survive, he must be deeply rooted here.

Mu Qingtian sighed, and poked the bonfire below with a wooden stick.

Both Fubao Fuyuan and Cuizhu's hearts twitched.The young master sighed, why did the young master sigh, is it because of the current situation?It was their fault, they should have considered this situation long ago and prepared more dry food.

"Young Master, don't worry, we can stay in Qin'an for two more days tomorrow." Fu Bao comforted.

Mu Qingtian was a little moved, seeing the three people who were genuinely worried about him, he felt that this era was not as bad as he thought.

Mu Qingtian smiled, got up and went back to the carriage to take out a teapot and four small cups.

"It's cold at night, let's drink some hot tea to keep warm."

Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of the three of them, and after the surprise, Cui Zhu showed even more panic.

"How can slaves eat with the young master?!"

Mu Qingtian took out the hot buns from the pot again, put them in his hands and blew them, and quickly divided them into four parts and put them on the oiled paper.

"Eat!" Mu Qingtian rolled his eyes and spoke forcefully.

This kind of feudal dross is really undesirable. In the future, everyone will live together as a family, and we will deal with these hypocrisy.Mu Qingtian is determined to establish a good relationship with everyone around him, and the first step is to eliminate this "master-slave" concept.

Fu Bao's hands were trembling, and he took the lead in carefully picking up a piece of steamed stuffed bun from the oiled paper, put it to his mouth, and bit off a small corner.The young master was so kind to them, he swore that as long as Fu Bao was alive, he would always be loyal to the young master!

Seeing Fu Bao move, Fu Yuan also reached out to take the bun.Cuizhu wanted to say something else, but looking at Mu Qingtian's soft face, the words finally turned into "Master Xie".

With this incident, the atmosphere before the four of them was obviously much easier.After eating, Fuyuan and Fubao were in charge of keeping the fire and washing the pot, while Cuizhu got into the carriage and spread a warm quilt for Mu Qingtian.

The carriage was too small for four people.Mu Qingtian wants everyone to sleep under the quilt, but Cuizhu is a girl, so it's not easy to be with them.In the end, Mu Qingtian didn't think about it anymore, and told the three people outside the carriage to leave him alone at night, and just sleep closer to the fire.

The quilt was very soft, and there was a stove that Tracy stuffed inside to warm his feet, Mu Qingtian fell asleep quickly after a day of hard work.In the middle of the night, he felt itchy on his face, as if someone was touching his face.

Mu Qingtian patted the annoying thing down with a wave of his hand, and muttered softly: "Xiaohong, don't make noise."

Xiaohong is a native dog raised by Mu Qingtian before, and he is Mu Qingtian's capable leader and object of confidance.

The man was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that he would be slapped away, and then he was so angry that he pulled Mu Qingtian out of the warm quilt and grabbed his neck.

Mu Qingtian was thrown to the ground, and the carriage was dark. He could only feel that someone was pinching his neck, but he couldn't see the person's face clearly.

"Okay, good man..."

Mu Qingtian was kicked off the carriage and ate a mouthful of grass. When he raised his head, he saw Fu Bao, Fu Yuan and Cui Zhu who had already been gagged.They struggled hard, and they were even more excited when they saw Mu Qingtian being thrown from the carriage.Especially Fu Yuan, who usually looks dull, is the most excited one at this time, his eyes seem to be spewing fire.

Tears rushed out of Mu Qingtian's eye sockets, leaving two tear stains on his face.He's not vulnerable, and he doesn't want to cry, but he's been like that since he was a kid, and he can't hold back his tears at all.The doctor looked at his condition and said, "Comrade, you have trachoma." But Mu Qingtian knew it was not trachoma.

After all, it doesn't affect life, so Mu Qingtian doesn't care.

Fuyuan was the closest to Mu Qingtian, and when he saw him crying, he opened the cloth strips stuffed in his mouth, and shouted loudly at the men in black: "What are you doing to me! What kind of a man is bullying my young master!"

The man in black who bullied Mu Qingtian didn't expect Mu Qingtian to be so weak, so he despised him even more.

"I opened this road, I planted this tree, plunder!"

He should have thought earlier, sitting in such a luxurious carriage, wouldn't it be obvious to the robbers, "I have money, come and rob me"? ! !

Mu Qingtian calmed down, and began to negotiate terms with these bandits.

"You take the money, as long as it doesn't hurt our lives, you can take as much as you want."

This group of bandits didn't seem to be too interested in making money and killing people, they robbed the carriage and the money in the carriage and left, and kindly left Mu Qingtian with a small bag of money and a horse.

"Good man..." Mu Qingtian shed bitter tears.

After another half a month, the four of them were disheartened and finally reached the boundary of Zimingli.As a result, misfortunes never come singly, a big yellow dog rushed out suddenly, startling Mu Qingtian's horse.The horse neighed, turned around and ran away, and even gave Mu Qingtian a face of dirt.

[The corrupt official system has been activated. 】

【Dear Mr. Mu Qingtian, welcome to the Ming Dynasty. 】

Suddenly, a voice appeared in Mu Qingtian's mind.

"what?"

The system dutifully explained the ins and outs of everything to Mu Qingtian.

"From the moment you come in, this is a new world."

"That is to say, I didn't replace anyone? Am I Mu Qingtian?"

"Yes."

……

"May I ask what you want to do?"

Mu Qingtian picked up the burden and let go of the girl, and ran towards Ziming, trying to catch up with his horse.

"You didn't say it earlier! I'll go back and ask my father what is written in this book!"

The horse will definitely not be able to catch up, and he will not be able to go home, but Mu Qingtian is relieved, and the last bit of guilt disappears with the words of the system.

Since Ming Lili is bathing in the blue sky, he officially takes office!