The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1472 The role of reading (8)

Zhang Jing'an felt that there was a huge gap between himself and the office clerks in the capital, but he could only suspect that it was the son of a rebellious son, and could not think of any other reasons.

There was no other way. Zhang Jing'an could only ask his friends, but those people were even more helpless.

After much thought, Zhang Jing'an could only bite the bullet and wrote a document in a dog-like handwriting to shirk responsibility.

The next day, all the officials in the city knew that Magistrate Qiao had called Zhang Jing'an to the magistrate's office. He became furious and rebuked Zhang Jing'an loudly in front of everyone, almost making Zhang Jing'an cry. Finally, Zhang Jing'an was forced to write a document admitting his mistake in the prefect's Yamen before Zhang Jing'an was allowed to leave.

Zhang Jing'an returned to Duting in great humiliation. He sat in the room and thought about it. He vaguely understood that he had thought that being an official was too simple. It was clear that the mistakes he had committed were far less than that of his unlucky father, but he did not know that Magistrate Qiao didn't mention anything about what his unlucky biological father had done, but instead used himself as a scapegoat.

Another day later, Zhang Jing'an no longer stayed in the Duting courtyard, but started to observe the public sentiment with a few tall friends.

Except for the occasional scolding of someone who is a traitor, Zhang Jing'an felt that the whole day went smoothly and he had a better understanding of Wude Street. He would continue to visit Wude Street in the future, fulfill his duties conscientiously, and not let the censor find excuses.

The next day, the censors at the Censorship Station criticized Zhang Jing'an again, on the grounds that he "walked through the city with his friends and friends like a tiger cleaning the streets." Magistrate Qiao once again wrote a letter to warn Zhang.

Zhang Jing'an was extremely angry, but he could only take the initiative to go to Magistrate Qiao and promise not to make any more mistakes. He would not take those gangsters with him when he went to the streets, but would take the government servants with him instead.

But within a few days, the censors took another case against him. The reason was that his friends used him to bully the market and bully women and children in Wude Street, and he was taken to the Jingzhou government office.

Zhang Jing'an was so anxious that he sat there all day long. Finally, he cut off his wrists and completely separated himself from those bad friends and expelled them from the capital.

The next day, hundreds of local gangsters from Nancheng went out and blocked the capital pavilion on Wude Street with all kinds of filth.

Zhang Jing'an couldn't go out all morning.

On the same day, without waiting for the imperial censor's report, Magistrate Qiao issued the third order document first.

Zhang Jing'an was about to cry but suddenly realized that although the officialdom was not injured and did not require exercise, it was far more difficult than the military.

Zhang Jing'an hurriedly consulted the teaching office and the government officials, but those six people still deliberately distanced themselves, and finally realized that he had been wrong from the beginning. At that time, we should not have brought those foxy friends to the yamen. They were a naturally opposed group to the yamen, and bringing them would be equivalent to a complete separation from the yamen people.

Zhang Jing'an suddenly understood the look in Old Man Gao's eyes at that time. When he entered Duting, he should have revealed his identity as the young marquis.

But now, let alone a child, even an old man in the officialdom would find it difficult to solve.

Zhang Jing'an is not a child who gives up easily. When he realized his mistakes, he immediately corrected them and set a short-term goal for himself to establish his authority.

Capturing his former friends was the best way to establish his authority, but when he thought of Nancheng's intricate relationships, Zhang Jing'an gave up. The two clerks and four government officials could also be used as targets to establish authority, but it was too late now. The attitudes of Yushitai and Magistrate Qiao were the six people's biggest backers.

Finally, Zhang Jing'an decided to use the merchants on Wude Street to establish his authority, so he began to visit and soon discovered a recent major event related to Wude Street.

A charlatan named Lidu had extremely poor medical skills and was unable to make a living by treating patients, so he turned to evil ways and acted as a broker, acting as a middleman to deceive patients into going to some extremely poor medical clinics or drug halls for treatment and medicine.

Several years have passed since this incident, and it was nothing at first, but not long ago, after Lidu recommended a person to a medical clinic, the person was put to death.

Although that man had no fame, he was quite famous in Jingzhou Weiyan Academy. All the teachers and students in the academy were angry and denounced Lidu, a charlatan, and that medical clinic.

Zhang Jing'an discovered a strange thing. As time went by, except for a few people who criticized the medical clinic and Lidu on Wude Street at the same time, most people criticized Lidu instead, believing that Lidu was the biggest crime. Moreover, Lidu has been captured and imprisoned, and he is preparing to be severely punished. The medical center has also been sealed.

Zhang Jing'an understood the whole thing, smiled slightly, and had a plan in mind.

"That man named Lidu really deserves to be cut into pieces, and the doctors at the medical clinic are nothing. However, only a few have discovered that there are more than 30 medical clinics and medicine halls around Wude Street, and a full 30% of them are harming patients." Since Shi Tai and the prefect said that my corpse is a vegetarian, I will do something practical and ask all the medical clinics and pharmacies on Wude Street to start self-cleaning, and prohibit them from using charlatans to deceive patients, and prohibit the use of prescriptions and fake medicines that have no obvious effect. "

Zhang Jing'an thought about it and felt that it was very feasible, so he stayed up all night and wrote a copy of the "Wude Street Purification Medical Order", and then kept copying, and by the next morning, he had written a hundred copies.

Zhang Jing'an called the four government officials over with dark circles under his eyes, pointed to a stack of paper on the table, and said proudly: "You should post the "Pure Medical Order" in front of every medical clinic or medicine hall now, and then put the remaining Notices are posted at every intersection to let people in Wude Street know that I, the new pavilion director, have done great things!”

The four officers took the stack of notices and read them carefully several times.

Old Man Gao raised his head, looked at Zhang Jing'an and asked, "Mr. Pavilion Chief, do you really want to post these notices?"

"Natural!" Zhang Jing'an was extremely confident.

The other three government officials looked at Zhang Jing'an and then at Old Man Gao.

Old Gao sighed, divided the notice into four parts, took one for himself, and turned to walk out.

The moment Old Gao turned around, Zhang Jing'an found that Old Gao's expression seemed familiar. Perhaps because of the backlight, Old Gao's face seemed to have a shadow.

After the four yamen runners left, they did not come back for a long time.

Zhang Jing'an did not care at first, but when he did not see the yamen runners report back at noon, he began to get restless.

After lunch, Zhang Jing'an walked to the gate of the yard, wanting to find the four yamen runners.

After walking a few steps, he heard a noise coming from outside the door, and then heard a shrill voice shouting: "That shitty new pavilion chief is inside, let's go!"

Zhang Jing'an became even more uneasy. Standing where he was, he saw more than a dozen boys and young men in gorgeous clothes rushing to the vicinity under the shining midday sun.

Zhang Jingan recognized several of them, including a branch of a marquisate family, a nephew of a high-ranking official, a relative of a retired cabinet minister, and even a person from a royal family.

Most of these people also recognized Zhang Jingan, after all, there was only one son of a rebellious marquisate in the entire Chu State.

An angry young man rushed to Zhang Jingan in a few quick steps, and before Zhang Jingan could make any move, he swung his right arm and hit Zhang Jingan in the face, knocking him to the ground.

Zhang Jingan lay on the ground, his head buzzing, his left face burning with pain, looking up, looking at the tall young man with grievance and anger.

"Rebellious little beast! It's not enough to be a traitor, you even want to harm our family's property! I'll beat you to death!" The man said and kicked Zhang Jingan in the face.

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