The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1471 The role of reading (7)

"Then Wude Street will be left to you, Xiao Zhang Ting Zhang." Fang Yun smiled, as if he was really congratulating Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an chuckled and said: "Look at how I use my talents, Grand Pavilion Chief!"

"I'm going to the street pavilion on Jiangjin Street now to say goodbye." Fang Yun got on the carriage and asked the groom to drive the carriage. The groom hesitated for a moment and waved his whip.

Zhang Jing'an was stunned for a moment, saw the carriage moving slowly, and said loudly: "Why don't you take me there?"

"You and I are both the pavilion chiefs, you have to support yourself!" Fang Yun's voice came from the carriage.

Zhang Jing'an stared at the carriage in shame, snorted coldly, and said to himself: "I can still live well without you, it's just a street! In Jingzhou City, I am still a little local snake! Don't think I don't understand What a show of force, I will go to Nancheng to find my brothers and ask them to help me become the director of the pavilion! "

The sun is high in the sky, making Jingzhou City even more lazy in the afternoon.

At the head of Wude Street, there is a two-story building with a single courtyard facing the street. The four words "Wude Duting" are written on the door of the courtyard.

Although the street pavilion is small, it is equivalent to the jurisdiction of a township or a town. In terms of wealth and population, it exceeds most towns. The pavilion chief in such a prosperous place has great authority.

The public security, taxation, corvee, disputes, commerce and civil affairs of the entire street are all managed by the pavilion chief. Only major matters will be decided by the city guard or the Jingzhou prefect.

In the afternoon, Wude Street is a little deserted, with not many people coming and going. Wude Street is the busiest at noon and at night.

Old Man Gao was sitting at the door of the street pavilion, taking a nap under the sun. He had been in Wude Street Pavilion for many years and was used to seeing the comings and goings of the pavilion chief. He also saw too many disputes and looked at everything indifferently. Even if he heard that there would be a new pavilion director today, he would not care as usual. What's more, he got news that the new pavilion director was somewhat special and asked him to talk less and do less.

"Old man, is this the Wude Street Pavilion?" came a deliberately bold voice.

Old Man Gao slowly raised his head, faced the sun, squinted his eyes, and looked at the source of the sound.

It was an eleven-year-old baby, followed by seventeen or eight people, including a seven- or eight-year-old naughty boy wiping his nose with his sleeve, a boy about the same age as the baby, a young man with a childish face but a tall stature, and two A young man about thirty years old.

Old Man Gao only glanced at it. Apart from not being able to tell the background of the little kid who was leading the charge, he immediately judged that these people were from Nancheng, and he could also see their identities. Some were carrying bags at the pier, and some were clever thieves. There are idle men who are not doing their jobs, and one has a broken hand.

Old Man Gao recognized the one with the severed hand, the little leader of the Qiaoshou Sect. When such a small person saw him, he would definitely nod and bow. After all, he was wearing a uniform, representing the government and the Great Chu Kingdom. But today, Old Man Gao has changed from these days. There is no flattery or uneasiness in the individual's eyes, only excitement and elation.

Old Man Gao, who was used to seeing wind and waves, did not reply like the stupid young man. Instead, he stood up and looked at the leading young man again with a smile. Although the clothes were old, they were indeed made by Tian Ruixiang in the city. He was from a small family and had money. Can't even buy it.

"This young man, why are you here in Duting?" Old Man Gao said.

Before Zhang Jing'an could speak, a young man behind him said loudly: "From today on, Zhang Jing'an will be the chief of Wude Street, and everyone in the street will listen to him from now on!" After saying that, the boy took a breath. Snot, like a transparent worm getting into the nostril.

Zhang Jing'an smiled slightly, without any arrogance, and calmly took out Magistrate Qiao's document. The magistrate's print was clearly visible.

Old Man Gao was stunned for a moment, then immediately bent down and said with a smile: "Little old man, please greet the grandmaster of the pavilion. He has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come."

Zhang Jing'an nodded proudly and walked towards the room. The people behind him wanted to follow, but Old Man Gao stretched out his arm to block everyone.

"This is the street pavilion of the capital of the Chu State. No one is allowed to enter." As Old Man Gao spoke, he straightened his spine, his eyes filled with arrogance and coldness that made it difficult for everyone to approach.

"Jing'an, he won't let you in!" The strong young man carrying a hemp rope behind him became anxious.

Zhang Jing'an turned around and looked back at Old Man Gao with a frown, and said, "The chief of the pavilion has taken office as a new official and has hired these helpers. Why, what the chief of the pavilion says doesn't work?"

Old Man Gao stared at Zhang Jing'an's eyes for three breaths and found that Zhang Jing'an showed no sign of weakness. He smiled and asked, "Master Pavilion Chief, are you really letting them in?"

"Is there any problem?" Zhang Jing'an was a little impatient. He didn't want to lose face in front of his friends.

"Then I won't say anything anymore, all heroes, please!" Old Man Gao took a step back. Perhaps because of the backlight, there were some shadows on his face.

Zhang Jing'an's friends were very happy and followed Zhang Jing'an inside.

Zhang Jing'an successfully took over the Wude Street Pavilion with the help of the prefect's documents, and soon had a basic understanding of the place.

In addition to the pavilion chief, the Wude Street Pavilion also has two book offices and four servants. Old Man Gao is one of the four servants. If there is insufficient manpower, the pavilion chief can directly draw manpower from the Jingzhou government office.

Wude Street has a large population and is divided into ten "miles", each one mile long, and governs more than a hundred households. If nothing happens, the mayor will not come to the street pavilion. The li chief is elected by the residents of each li and appointed by the government. Although he is under the jurisdiction of the pavilion chief, the pavilion chief does not have the right to replace him.

Therefore, Zhang Jing'an took a large group of men and formally settled in Wudedu Pavilion.

A few days ago, everything was in order. Zhang Jing'an met with ten village heads. As for the governance of the street pavilion, he did what his predecessor did, and everything was the same as before.

However, Zhang Jing'an soon heard the news that the head of the nearby Jiangjin Street Pavilion was making drastic reforms. Jiangjin Street was full of complaints, and he was very happy. He continued to remain unchanged and be a leisurely head of the pavilion.

Time quickly entered the end of September, and a sudden document broke the tranquility of Wude Street Pavilion.

"It's all Zhang Longxiang's fault!" Zhang Jing'an looked at the reprimand document issued by Governor Qiao, feeling like sitting on pins and needles.

As early as a few days ago, Zhang Jing'an got the news that the Censorate launched a fierce attack on him and Fang Yun at the same time, and dozens of memorials appeared on the desk of the King of Chu.

The Censorate criticized Fang Yun for building large-scale projects, wasting money and labor, and promulgating some unruly rules. At the same time, it did not let Zhang Jing'an go, and reprimanded Zhang Jing'an for being in league with snakes and rats and being useless and incompetent.

Prefect Qiao immediately reprimanded the two men as the chief official and asked them to write a document admitting their mistakes, otherwise they might be dismissed and investigated.

Zhang Jing'an looked at the prefect's document, feeling uneasy. He didn't expect that he had done nothing, but he was attacked by someone because of his identity, not because of what he had done.

Zhang Jing'an got up and walked around the room, and finally found that he didn't know how to deal with this matter at all. If he admitted his mistakes, it would be like giving someone a handle. If he didn't admit his mistakes, he might be dismissed and investigated, which meant that he couldn't be an official and lost in advance.

"Let's ask the people in the capital first." Zhang Jing'an immediately summoned the clerks and yamen runners in the capital, but no one could come up with a good idea, and Old Man Gao didn't say a word.