Saint of the Confucian way

"You know better than many people," Fang Yun said with a smile.

"Alas, what do you understand? I heard some scholars say that they almost fought because of the papermaking workshop."

"Oh? Do some scholars agree to build a paper mill?"

"Yes. Some people say that this paper mill is owned by Zhao's firm, which is different from the shameless Qingjiang firm. After all, Zhao's firm is a royal firm. The paper mill built has additional decontamination workshops to reduce waste water. The waste water discharged is only 23% of that of ordinary paper mills. Even if these waste water is discharged into the river, the problem is not big."

"But other people disagreed and said they would stop the paper mill. Then those who supported the Construction said that Xiangzhou had been plagued by the Qing Dynasty for many years and could no longer stand the toss. Xiangzhou was very rich in those years, but now it has been compared with Jiangzhou, and even the income of the whole Ning'an county can be compared with that of more than half of Xiangzhou. In order to restore the prosperity of Xiangzhou, some sacrifices should be made. The two sides keep arguing. I'm afraid of an accident, so I'll stay away. "

Fang Yun nodded gently and said nothing.

The middle-aged coachman said, "in fact, people in other parts of Baling city don't care much. It's mainly the opposition of people in some counties, towns and villages in the north and north of Baling city. Those villages and towns in the north are in the downstream. No one wants to see paper mills in the upstream. Alas..."

The coachman said something about the paper mill while driving, and his tone was full of contradictions.

The carriage went out of the north gate of Baling City, soon reached the North workshop area, and then walked along the workshop area.

Fang Yun opened the curtains and felt familiar, because it was very similar to the workshops on the Bank of Ning'an county. A large number of workshops were running, and many carriages and workers went in and out, busy and orderly.

When the carriage was about to reach the northernmost section of beigongfang District, Fang Yun clearly heard someone shouting.

"Drive away the wastewater workshop and return the blue sky in Baling!"

"Once the waste water comes out, the water demons run away. Can people still live?"

"Thirty years ago, my youngest son was poisoned by aquatic students in the paper mill. He was only 13 years old! You animals!"

"I said that you, the Yamen brothers here, are also from baling and Xiangzhou. Can you just watch the paper mill harm people?"

The coach stopped suddenly as the curse continued.

"Master Tong Sheng, are you going to make a detour or stop here? They have blocked the road." said the coachman.

Fang Yun said with a smile, "go back. I happen to be there. I'll see the excitement by the way."

The middle-aged coachman quickly lowered his voice and said, "don't fool around! The water is deep here. I doubt it will make a big deal. I just say it because you are good. If someone else, I won't say it."

Fang Yun smiled and asked, "then I want to thank you, but can you elaborate?"

The middle-aged coachman hesitated for a moment and whispered: "There are many twists and turns here. Along the Yangtze River in Xiangzhou, there are not only baling City, but also several counties or towns near the Yangtze River. It is said that when Zhao's firm chose a place, many prefects and counties were competing. After all, if the local made money, it was easy to get promoted if the official evaluation was high. Later, the paper mill settled in baling, and the prefects of several other places were not satisfied, so one He has been secretly obstructing the paper mill and wants it to be built in his own county. "

"This kind of thing is not rare." Fang Yun nodded gently.

"Not only several other counties are obstructing, Qingjiang firm directly hired many local ruffians to make trouble. They really dare to do it. I heard that if baling was determined to build a paper workshop, they might set it on fire. So I said, you must not join in the fun." the middle-aged coachman watched Fang Yun seriously.

"Well, then I see. I'm not going to get involved in their business. I'm just going to find friends. Well, I'm leaving. You're busy." Fang Yun said politely and walked forward.

The middle-aged coachman looked at Fang Yun, sighed gently, and then looked farther away. He saw thousands of people standing in the street. Hundreds of Yamen soldiers were stopping those people. Behind them, there was a workshop under construction, but there was no one inside. It had stopped work.

There are many workshops near the paper workshop. In the early morning sun, some workers are chatting and watching the excitement.

As the autumn wind blew, it became cooler and cooler. Fang Yun walked forward slowly and soon approached the crowd.

Except for a few people who looked at Fang Yun, most of them didn't care, or drank and scolded, or just kept silent like watching the excitement.

"Move out of the workshop and return my blue water!" a boy shouted excitedly, so many people shouted.

"Move away from the workshop and return my blue water..."

Thousands of people shouted together. Fang Yun thought about it and shouted: "move the workshop and return my blue water..." after shouting, he looked up and looked at the sky. No one knew what he was looking at.

In Xiangzhou yamen, Zhou Mu Dong Wencong, engineering Secretary Zheng Xue Shi and baling magistrate Yan Xiao were holding official seals and were using them to monitor the surrounding of the papermaking workshop. Dong Wencong suddenly showed an expression of sadness and laughter.

"Lord Dong, why is this?" Yan Xiao asked.

Dong Wencong still couldn't laugh or cry on her face and said, "did you see the boy who just arrived?"

"Well, I see. I came in a carriage."

"I just happened to use the official seal to explore the talent of those people, and found that that should be our governor."

"This..." the official seal in the hall hurried to use the official seal. When he found that the man was a bachelor, he immediately believed Dong Wencong's words.

"The governor shouted slogans very hard." Xue Shi couldn't cry or laugh properly.

Yan Xiao, the magistrate of baling, looked the worst and said, "it seems that the governor is afraid that we can't handle it well, so he went to have a look in person."

"When they are all together, we will discuss and report the results to the governor so that he won't worry."

"Alas..."

Fang Yun continued to stay in the crowd and occasionally shouted slogans. Most of the time, he talked with the people present, listened to their real ideas and understood the truth, rather than standing on the high temple and boasting that he knew the people.

At noon, someone made a special trip to distribute dry food and water. Like most people, Fang Yun ate dry food and drank water for lunch and didn't leave there until nightfall.

Fang Yun goes to the back street of the state yamen, removes Yi Rong, exposes his dignity, and then enters the state Yamen.

The governor's office was not built, and Fang Yun couldn't work well, so he wandered around the state office to see how the officials of the state office did things.

As a result, the officials of the prefecture government were frightened. They thought that something big had happened. No matter where Fang Yun went, all the officials stood up and dared not move.

Fang Yun left several places. He felt dull and was about to go back to his residence. When he heard the discussion from Dong Wencong's office, he went around the door and motioned the guard at the door to keep quiet. Then he went in, sat in the small pavilion in the yard and listened to the discussion of the officials in the main hall.

After listening for a quarter of an hour, Fang Yun snorted coldly and said, "absurd!"

The discussion in the room came to an abrupt end.

"It's the governor," Dong Wencong said, and hurried out with a group of officials.

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