Saint of the Confucian way

"I'll give you Wude street, Xiao Zhang TingChang." Fang Yun smiled as if he was really congratulating Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jingan smiled and said, "look at how I display my talents and learning, big Zhang TingChang!"

"I'll go to the kiosk in Jiangjin street and say goodbye." Fang Yun got into the carriage and asked the groom to catch the car. The groom hesitated and waved his whip.

Zhang Jing'an was stunned and saw the carriage moving slowly. He said loudly, "why don't you take me?"

"You and I are tall and long. 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, just a street! In Jingzhou City, I'm also a small local snake! Don't think I don't know what it means to go down. I'll go to Nancheng to find my brothers and let them help me become a pavilion leader!"

The sun hung high, making Jingzhou City more lazy in the afternoon.

At the head of Wude street, there is a small two-story building facing the street. The word "Wude Du Pavilion" is written at the gate of the yard.

Although the Street Pavilion is small, it is equivalent to governing a township or a town. In terms of wealth and population, it exceeds most townships. The pavilion leader in this prosperous place has great power.

The public security, taxes, corvee, disputes, commerce and civil affairs of the whole street are managed by the pavilion head. Only major matters will be decided by the city guard or Jingzhou magistrate.

Wude street in the afternoon is a little deserted. There are not many people coming and going. Noon and night are the most noisy moments in Wude street.

Old man Gao sat at the gate of the Street Pavilion and took a nap under the sun. He had been in Wude Street Pavilion for many years. He was used to seeing the long coming and going of the pavilion, and saw many disputes. He was indifferent to everything. Even if he heard that he was going to change the new pavilion head today, he didn't care as usual. What's more, he got the news that the new pavilion head was special and asked him to talk less and do less.

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

Old man Gao raised his head slowly, facing the sun, narrowed his eyes and looked at the source of the sound.

It was an eleven year old baby, followed by seventeen or eight people. There were seven or eight year old urchins with sleeves wiping their noses. There were teenagers similar to the baby's age, young people with childish faces but big stature, and two adults around the age of 30.

Old man Gao only glanced. In addition to not seeing the background of the leading little doll, he immediately judged that these people were from Nancheng, and could see the identity of these people, including those carrying bags at the wharf, thieves with skillful skills, idle people who don't work properly, and one who broke his hand.

Old man Gao knows the little leader of the broken hand and the skillful hand door. When such a small person sees himself, he must bow and bow. After all, he is wearing a service uniform and represents the government and the state of Chu. Today, old man Gao can't see flattery and uneasiness in the eyes of these people, but only excitement and elation.

Old man Gao, who was used to the wind and waves, didn't reply like lengtouqing. Instead, he stood up and smiled at the leading young man. Although his clothes were old, they were really the work of tianruixiang in the city. Small families could not buy them with money.

"Young master, what can I do for you?" old man Gao said.

Before Zhang Jing'an could speak, a half boy in the back said loudly, "from today on, Zhang Jing'an is the pavilion leader of Wude street. In the future, the whole street should listen to him!" after that, the boy snorted and sniffed, like a transparent insect into his nostrils.

Zhang Jing'an smiled, without the slightest arrogance, calmly took out the documents of the magistrate Qiao, and the magistrate's printing was clearly visible.

Old man Gao was stunned for a moment. He immediately bent down and said with a smile, "little old man, welcome to the pavilion. I've been waiting for you for a long time. Please."

Zhang Jingan nodded proudly and walked towards the house. The people behind him also wanted to follow in, but old man Gao stretched out his arm and blocked the people.

"This is the Street Pavilion of the capital of the state of Chu. No one is allowed to enter." old man Gao straightened his spine while talking, and his eyes showed pride and coldness that people can't get close to.

"Jing'an, he won't let me in!" the strong young man with hemp rope behind him was worried.

Zhang Jing'an turned back, frowned at old man Gao and said, "the pavilion leader took office and found these helpers. Why, the pavilion leader doesn't work?"

Old man Gao stared at Zhang Jing'an's eyes and looked for three seconds. He found that Zhang Jing'an didn't show any weakness. He smiled and asked, "Lord Ting, do you really let them in?"

"What's the problem?" Zhang Jing'an was impatient. He didn't want to lose face in front of his friends.

"Don't say anything about the small one, heroes!" old man Gao stepped back, perhaps because of the backlight, and there were more shadows on his face.

Zhang Jingan's friends were very happy and followed Zhang Jingan inside.

Zhang Jing'an successfully took over the Wude Street Pavilion by virtue of the prefecture magistrate's documents, and soon had a basic understanding of it.

In addition to the pavilion leader, there are two book offices and four clerks in Wude Street Pavilion. Old man Gao is one of the four clerks. If there are not enough people, the pavilion leader can directly transfer people from Jingzhou government.

Wude street has a large number of people. It is divided into ten "Li", each of which has a Li length and governs more than 100 families. If nothing happens, the chief will not come to the Street Pavilion. The head of the pavilion is elected by the residents of each Li and appointed by the government. Although it is under the jurisdiction of the head of the pavilion, the head of the pavilion has no right to replace it.

Therefore, Zhang Jing'an took a large group of his men and officially settled down in Wude capital Pavilion.

A few days ago, everything was in order. Zhang Jing'an met with ten li chiefs. As for the management of the Street Pavilion, he did what his predecessor did. Everything was no different from before.

However, Zhang Jing'an soon heard the news that the pavilion head of Jiangjin street nearby was undergoing drastic innovation. Jiangjin street was full of complaints and extremely happy, so he continued to respond to changes with the same attitude and become a leisurely Pavilion head.

Time soon entered the end of September. A sudden document broke the calm of Wude Street Pavilion.

"It's all Zhang Longxiang's fault!" Zhang Jing'an was on pins and needles looking at the warning document under magistrate Qiao's house.

As early as a few days ago, Zhang Jing'an got the news that the censor station 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.

Censor Taiwan criticized Fang Yun for building large-scale projects, wasting people and money, and promulgated some inappropriate rules. At the same time, it did not let Zhang Jing'an go, denouncing Zhang Jing'an for being useless and incompetent with snakes and rats.

Magistrate Qiao immediately reprimanded the two people as a competent official and asked them to write a document to admit their mistakes, otherwise they may be dismissed for investigation.

Zhang Jing'an looked at the magistrate's documents and was uneasy. Unexpectedly, he didn't do anything. He was also found an excuse to attack, obviously because of his identity, not what he did.

Zhang Jingan got up and walked around the room. Finally, he found that he didn't know how to deal with it. If he admitted his mistake, it would be tantamount to giving someone a handle. If he didn't admit his mistake, he would probably be dismissed for investigation, which means that he couldn't be an official and lost in advance.

"Ask the people in the capital Pavilion first." Zhang Jing'an immediately called the book office and yamen service in the capital Pavilion, but everyone couldn't come up with a good idea, and old man Gao didn't say a word.