Don't panic when fleeing the famine, the peasant girl is busy farming

Chapter 104 "Dog Officer" Zhao Wenchang
There is no sound but no one in the grass.

"Beat, keep beating me, beat this dog officer to death, he doesn't care about our life or death, he goes to those rich and noble people's banquets every day. We are almost starving to death, but he eats his mouth full of oil every day..."

After the words fell, another wave of stones flew towards the official sedan chair.

The person in the sedan yelled "Oops" twice, obviously being hit by a stone.

The bearer was afraid of being accidentally injured, so he left the sedan chair and ran away.

Several guards pulled out their sabers from their waists and blocked the stone with a "jingling".However, there were too many stones, and they couldn't stop them at all.So they held up their knives and rushed towards the direction where the stone was flying.

Seven or eight teenagers suddenly appeared from the grass, and fled in all directions.

The guards were about to chase, but Zhao Wenchang lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and stopped him, saying, "Come back, don't fight with the people!"

The guards had no choice but to put away their sabers and walk back.

The guard leader asked: "My lord, are you all right?"

Zhao Wenchang gave him a sad look, "My lord, I have a lump on my forehead, and the corner of my mouth is bleeding from a stone. Do you seem to be okay?"

Before the leader of the guards could speak, Zhao Wenchang sighed again and said, "Forget it, let's go home.

It doesn't matter if you don't go to today's banquet.

Those squires treated me like a monkey every day, asking me to write poems, toast, and to support their younger generations, but they never gave a grain of food that they promised to donate.

I'm tired too..."

Zhao Wenchang was about to put down the car curtain when Jiang Erya stepped forward to say hello.

"My lord, how did you become like this?" It's nothing more than an official getting smaller and smaller, and he has become what others call a dog official, tsk tsk tsk...

One sentence made Zhao Wenchang feel sore and almost burst into tears.

Back then, when he won the No. [-] prize in ten years of poverty, he thought that he would be able to flex his muscles and become a good official for the welfare of the people.

The results of it?
After more than ten years of ups and downs in the officialdom, he has ups and downs, ups and downs...

Now, he can't even deal with the gentry in a small county, and he has even become a dog official in the mouth of the people, and he is thrown stones by the people in public...

Zhao Wenchang was very depressed, and wanted to find someone to talk to.

There were so many people present, only Jiang Erya and Sha Xing stood there in a daze, looking at him with equal eyes, and the others all bent over.

Zhao Wenchang got out of the sedan chair and chatted with Jiang Erya.

"This time there was a severe drought in Suizhou, the Ministry of Households allocated relief money.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that the governor of Xichang was a spy of a certain country, and as soon as the relief money was in his hands, he absconded with the money.

The new governor of Xichang County has not yet arrived, and those alternate officials found out what is going on in Xichang County, and no one is willing to take over this hot potato.

I leapfrogged to my superiors and asked for disaster relief money, but my superiors only responded with one sentence, no money, let me find a way by myself.

What can I do?
Before I came, the granaries in Qingjiang County had been looted by the rebels. I wanted to open the granaries to distribute some life-saving food to the people.

I had no choice but to beg those gentry and wealthy households who had just returned from other places to donate money and food.

But every time they promised well, they would put the matter aside as soon as they turned their heads.

My wife wrote to her friend, asking for a batch of grain from the capital, but the grain was robbed by bandits in Heifengzhai before it entered the border of Qingjiang County...

If you want money but no money, if you want food but no food, the gentry is unwilling to donate, even the county magistrate says he is sick and can’t come on duty..."

At the end, Zhao Wenchang said melancholy: "Maybe, I don't have the talent to be an official at all, so I should resign and return to my hometown to be a farmer.

The next time there is a natural disaster, I only need to worry about the survival of my family, and I don't have to worry about how the people in the same place will live. "

Jiang Erya smiled and asked, "You really think so?"

Zhao Wenchang nodded.

Jiang Erya said: "Then you should resign as soon as possible, and don't delay the people of this county."

Zhao Wenchang was stunned, and asked without anger: "If you say that, do you have some clever tricks?" Otherwise, why should he say that he has delayed the people of Qingjiang County?

Jiang Erya said: "Ask those gentry and wealthy households. If you can't get it by yourself, you can let thousands of disaster victims get it by themselves."

Zhao Wenchang was taken aback, and cupped his hands in a bow: "I would like to hear the details."

Jiang Erya moved closer to Zhao Wenchang's ear and whispered a few times.

After that, she directly dragged the impatient Silly Xing to a cloth shop in the city to buy red cloth.

Zhao Wenchang froze on the spot, carefully thinking about the feasibility of this matter...

……

Two miles away from Qingjiang County, there is Zhujiazhuang, where a Zhu Yuanwai lives.

He is the largest landlord in Qingjiang County, owning the most land, the most tenants, and the greatest voice in Qingjiang County.

The other gentry and wealthy households in Qingjiang County only wish the officials to follow suit.

At this time, Zhujiazhuang was holding a banquet, and all the squires were present, waiting for the new county magistrate to perform for them and ask for donations.

This kind of banquet has been held several times by Zhu Yuanwai, and they didn't have to wait for Zhao Wenchang to arrive, the banquet had already started.

A group of people were eating and drinking, laughing and talking about how embarrassing the county magistrate was at the last banquet.

Someone laughed and said, "I heard that the county magistrate also has a 14-year-old daughter, who is quite handsome.

When he comes later, let's ask him to come with his daughter next time, sing a song and dance for us, how about adding to the fun? "

Someone said solemnly: "It's not right for you to do this, the daughter of the county magistrate, why should you learn the tricks of the brothel Chuguan and sing and dance for us?"

Another person said: "Why? Just because her father wants us to donate money and food! If she is not willing, we will not donate a penny or a grain of food, and her father will be anxious to death!"

"Hahaha...you are too bad! I like it!"

A group of people were laughing, and a steward came in to report.

"The county magistrate sent someone to say that he can't come today because of something, so that the masters don't have to wait for him..."

Zhu Yuanwai raised his face and asked: "Is he busy? What can he do? I wish someone invited him personally, but he dare not come?"

The steward couldn't help laughing, "I sent someone to inquire about it, and the county magistrate was beaten with stones by those mud legs on the way here.

Those mud legs scolded him as a dog official while beating him, and he had several big bumps on his head, and all the blood came out.

When the county magistrate saw the blood, he cried on the spot..."

The steward was exaggerating, he understood that the worse he described Zhao Wenchang's appearance, the happier those lords in the seat would be.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter in the banquet hall.

But soon, they will stop laughing.

Zhao Wenchang was reminded by Jiang Erya that he already had a way to cut off their flesh, so he no longer needed to pretend to be his grandson in front of them, begging them to donate money and food...

(End of this chapter)