That’s right, in the eyes of the county magistrate and others, Shen Lang was targeting him and slapping him in the face.

Directly snatch the leader's job and then show off in front of the big shots, is that how you do things?

Although the county magistrate did not do a very good job, that was because His Highness did not give him enough time!

The county magistrate felt that if he had enough time, he could do much better than Shen Lang.

"Who exactly is this Shen Lang? Is he your Highness's confidant?" The county magistrate frowned and looked at the legal advisor.

"No, they came from Echeng. They captured a general from the grassland. He was a team leader before." The lawyer shook his head.

The lawyer had not expected that Shen Lang would be so ruthless and wanted to climb up by stepping on the county magistrate as soon as he entered the city.

The legal advisor is the county magistrate's legal advisor. They share the same fate, so he must help the county magistrate at this time.

"No..." The county magistrate thought for a moment.

What Shen Lang is doing now will definitely improve efficiency in the future. Doesn't this make me seem incompetent?

It was fine before when there was no comparison with others. As long as I worked hard, I could make achievements. But now that there is comparison...

Now that the prince is gone, the northern border will definitely belong to the imperial court in the future. If we don't cling to the Sixth Prince, who knows what will happen in the future.

Thinking of this, the county magistrate stood up decisively and went to visit Ji Wendi.

Ji Wendi was looking at the sand table in front of him, deep in thought.

Shen Lang has not yet figured out what to do with the two hundred grassland soldiers he brought back.

"Your Highness..."

The county magistrate arrived at the door and bowed.

"What's the matter?" Ji Wendi looked up.

"Your Highness, since Shen Lang took over, transportation to the entire Kangcheng has stopped..." The county magistrate said in a deep voice: "The catapults don't have enough stones, and the wound medicine and stretchers can't be put on the city wall in time. The pressure of defending the city is getting greater and greater!"

The county magistrate knew these superiors very well. They only looked at the results and had no idea that preparation also took time.

"Okay, I get it..." Ji Wendi thought to himself that what he did before wasn't that good.

Shen Lang said that he would need some time to get things up and running, so let's give him a chance. How bad can it be?

The most important thing is the ambush at midnight.

As long as we can capture more soldiers, we can save our face.

"Your Highness, changing generals during a battle is a taboo!"

"Shen Lang is from outside and has no idea about the situation in Cannes. If he continues to mess around like this, it will be difficult to defend Cannes!" The county magistrate said anxiously, "Let me do it."

If he were to be replaced at this time, it would be Shen Lang who did it and the credit would be his.

The county magistrate was well aware of such matters.

"Are you teaching me how to do things?" Ji Wendi looked up silently.

Ji Wendi said the same thing to Shen Lang when Shen Lang offered his advice before.

Ji Wendi has his own ideas and hates being taught by others.

No matter how incompetent Shen Lang is, he was appointed by him. How could others question him?

What's more, Ji Wendi hated the people of King Zhenbei's faction from the beginning to the end, otherwise he would not have treated all the soldiers coming out of Muyun City as deserters, and the cultivators as well.

He was interested in Shen Lang because Zhao Huaibei seemed to be loyal to the imperial court and was not the same type of person as Zhao Qingyang.

In his eyes, the county magistrate in front of him was a member of the Zhenbei King's faction...

Chapter 131 Calculation

"I dare not..." When the county magistrate heard Ji Wendi say this, he was so scared that he fell to his knees on the ground.

"I just noticed that the food in the warehouse is being consumed very quickly..."

"Oh? How much was consumed?" Ji Wendi was stunned.

He remembered that he had given Shen Lang the authority, and Shen Lang was qualified to transfer grain.

When the county magistrate saw the opportunity, he quickly told the number.

He couldn't fake this. After all, the people who issued the bills were all people found by Shen Lang, not his people.

When Shen Lang came, he took away too many of his rights.

"Is this little bit of food worth reporting?" Ji Wendi felt that the man in front of him was making fun of him.

Aren’t there still so much grain in the warehouse?

There's enough food to last for half a year, so what's wrong with taking some out?

Obviously, Ji Wendi didn't know before that the county magistrate sent people to work without paying them, but directly forced them to work.

“But, when I was doing my job, I didn’t need any food or fodder, and guarding the city gates wasn’t that stressful…” The county magistrate was a little confused.

Brother, food! This is food for wartime! It will be very useful in the future!

Do you know how to fight a war? Do you know the importance of food during war?

"It's just a little food, just use it. Give the young man a chance. He has never done this before and may have made some mistakes. Let's wait and see after he finishes his work." Ji Wendi didn't take it seriously.

Obviously, Ji Wendi knew that food was important, but he had been used to a life of luxury since childhood and had never suffered any hardship or major loss.

In his opinion, autumn harvest is underway everywhere, and there is not enough food on the front lines. Wouldn't it be better to transport food from the south?

Everything has two sides.

Ji Wendi's personality of only looking at data makes him do stupid things a lot of the time. For example, he thinks that killing deserters can boost morale. Under the threat of death, if he captures those monks, they will be able to fight normally like normal monks in the army. He thinks that if he throws the civilians over, they will work with all their might.

Sometimes, Ji Wendi's idea is also beneficial to the people.

Ji Wendi, who relied purely on his imaginary best-case scenario, had no idea how difficult it was to transport food from the back to the front. This was the difference between the sand table he usually played on and the real battlefield.

During the war, food was strictly controlled everywhere and very little food fell into the hands of ordinary people. The food that ordinary people had was barely enough for them to survive.

Shen Lang's behavior was indeed good for the people, but it was considered stupid in the eyes of many officials and generals.

What if too much food is used and there is no military rations? Some of the civilians can be moved here after they die, but if the soldiers are gone, the country may be lost!

Ji Wendi is the ideal type, while Shen Lang is the humanitarian type. The two together would cost a lot and involve military risks, but they are both good people to the people...

"I just feel that... Lord Shen is a military commander, more suitable for defending the city. I am better at this kind of miscellaneous work..."

"Humph." Ji Wendi narrowed his eyes: "Do your own thing and get off!"

You piece of trash, if you are good at it, how can you not even meet 30% of my requirements?

In Ji Wendi's opinion, even compared with Shen Lang who has not yet achieved any results, this county magistrate is not much better.

"Yes……"

Upon hearing this, the county magistrate quickly retreated.

…………

After returning, the county magistrate became even more confused.

If he waits until Shen Lang has finished his work, his situation will definitely be bad.

Damn it, how come Shen Lang suddenly appeared from the sky?

"Sir, His Highness doesn't want to change people?" the lawyer said to the county magistrate.

"This Sixth Prince simply won't listen to anyone..." The county magistrate was a little irritable.

He is forty-two years old this year and has reached the Zhoutian realm. If he wants to make further progress, he needs merit and the appreciation of important people.

He has no backing and is not very good at doing things, otherwise he would not have been sent to the territory of King Zhenbei to serve as a county magistrate.

As I said, in the Northern Territory, those who were truly promising had all entered the Zhenbei Palace and Muyun City, and now they have all been wiped out.

"My Lord, what did His Highness say?"

Soon, the county magistrate recounted the previous conversation.

"So what is Shen Lang's background? Is he from the prince's lineage or the imperial court's lineage?" the lawyer continued.

In short, the master could be sure that Shen Lang and Ji Wendi did not know each other before entering the city.

"This, I really don't know..." The county magistrate shook his head.

"Well, let's check it out first..." The master stroked his beard lightly: "If he is from the imperial court, we should not only not move, but also make friends with him. If he is from the prince's lineage, I have a plan to expel Shen Lang."

"Oh?" The county magistrate's eyes lit up: "How do I check?"

"He brought so many soldiers with him, and they are now being resettled. They are not participating in the defense of the city for the time being." The master said: "It is not difficult to find out Shen Lang's background..."

…………

As time went by, transportation throughout Cannes got back on track.

Some of those who did not meet their registration levels were adjusted, basically from the highest to the lowest, and no one was adjusted upwards from a lower registration level.

Obviously, everyone wants to earn more and has a mysterious confidence in their abilities.

If it was any other job, I might be able to get by with it, but it's so easy to see the difference in ability in this job, so it's really hard to get by with it.

The people Shen Lang uses have no vested interests with them. Those scholars have been working for a short time, and there is no time for them to use connections. So far, no one has used the back door.

As a result of various factors, the speed of demolition of houses and transportation increased, and the pressure on guarding the city gates decreased sharply.

Although the laborers were working under windy and sandy conditions, they were very motivated and had smiles on their faces.

For a while, there was no need for anyone to urge them, they were all working hard.

The more you do, the more food you get.

From working passively, to rushing to do the work.

It is estimated that it won’t be long before most of the houses in this city will be demolished.

However, some strange noises also appeared in the city...

"Hey, hey, hey, eighty, eighty!" A laborer pounded the wall of a house.

Wow…

The wall was chiseled open, and the stones fell to the ground. They were picked up by some laborers, loaded onto trucks, and transported away very skillfully.

"Old Sun." A civilian said with a smile, "Do you know who gave us our food?"

"Shen Changshi, Lord Shen, he is such a good official!" Old Sun sighed.

The rice in the house is almost gone. If it weren’t for Lord Shen, how would we get food to cook?

It’s just a pity that those people didn’t wait for Lord Shen to come, and they were all working on an empty stomach, and some of them... were even disabled.

One of them had his foot hit, and that person was Lao Sun’s neighbor.

Old Sun couldn't help but feel a little sorry. What a good porter he was. If he was pulling a cart, he would definitely be a first-class worker...

If the county magistrate was half as responsible as Lord Shen, this wouldn't have happened.

"Hey, guess where Lord Shen is from?"

"Oh? Where did it come from?" Old Sun asked curiously.

"I was born in the royal palace and was a monk there before!"

"The Prince's Mansion..." Old Sun's tears flowed down his cheeks. "So they are the prince's soldiers. No wonder they are so kind to us... Only the prince would care about us!"

Chapter 132 Where is your heart?

For the North, there is only one supreme being, and that is the King of Zhenbei.

The emperor? The people don't care about this person at all.

If it were in the Central Plains, the emperor would have little weight in the hearts of the people... The most they could contact were the landlords and county magistrates who controlled them.

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