Chapter 941 Liu Fuzun and Xingjuan
There is nothing surprising about the conversations among the people at the grassroots level. They are commonplace in the neighborhood. However, the data collection area is large enough and it is possible to obtain the overall mentality of the people in the entire area. This is something that the Heart Demon Body has already tried in Mingyue Realm.
After all, the human body is different from the body of the inner demon. Without such heaven-defying means as the seeds of demonic thoughts, the information obtained is just scales and claws and cannot form a system.
But the human body also has advantages that the inner demon body does not have, that is, it possesses a destiny horoscope, follows the path of cause and effect, knows one thing and can deduce two things, and even deduce more.
After a one-night visit, at least Wu Yi knew one thing, that is, the official administration in Yangmin Prefecture was far better than that in Chenliu County. There were not many complaints from the people, and many people were even very satisfied and supported the government very much.
Many of the thatched houses outside the city were built by the Lord Fu Zun as a social security measure to prevent the people at the bottom from freezing to death on the streets. This move gained a lot of public support. It was not easy for Wu Yi to incite a popular uprising here.
There was no loophole, but it was a normal thing. If the Daji Dynasty was like Chenliu County everywhere, why would it exist now? It would have been destroyed long ago.
At dawn, as the melodious morning bells rang in all directions, Wu Yi sent a group of men dressed as scholars and followed the crowd into the city. According to national law, entering and leaving the city must be registered, which is something similar to an ID card.
Wu Yi naturally took such an important thing with him. When he entered and exited the city gate, the soldiers took one look at him and let Wu Yi in. Knowing that Wu Yi was from Chenliu County, they seemed to regard Wu Yi as a study tour student. Scholar.
Inside the three-story gate, there is a cave of its own, but the gate towers are towering and stacked in rows. Surrounded by living water, mountains face each other in the north and south.
The Sixth Street and Three Markets have a lot of goods and supplies, and thousands of households are prospering in business. Sure enough, it is a prosperous meeting place, where the most beautiful ladder has arrived, and the jade and silk are abundant in the distance. The shape is impressive, the mountains are far away, and the palace walls are connected to the Han and Qing Dynasties.
At the same time, Wu Yi also felt the pressure on himself, which was a bit greater. Under the eyes of everyone, with his cave cultivation, it would be difficult to fully display it, so he needed to be more restrained.
After walking through the market, passing the academy, and entering teahouses, after a few days, Wu Yi had set foot in almost every store in the city. The sound of scholars reading loudly made Wu Yi sigh with emotion. Once upon a time, he was just like them, but , those days were so far away that I almost forgot about those years.
Walking around Yangminfu City, what impressed Wu Yi the most was that he could see the smiles of the people from time to time. Public security was improved, goods were circulating, there were good years without disasters, and people lived and worked in peace and contentment.
Accompanying the smiles of the people is the name Mr. Liu. This Mr. Liu is none other than the current head of Yangmin City, whose full name is Liu Bingzhong.
The prefect, also known as the prefect, can also be called the prefect. They are both magistrates, but because of the different statuses of the prefectures, they are divided into upper, middle and lower prefectures, and their grades are also different.
The prefect of Shangfu is a senior official of the third rank, the Zhongfu is a senior official of the fourth rank, and the Yangmin Prefecture is just a lower government official, so Liu Fuzun is an official of the fourth rank.
Given the vastness of the Daji Dynasty, not to mention the first hundred, even the first thousand, the name of Liu Fuzun may not be there. However, judging from the way he governs the people, it may not be impossible to take a step forward in the future.
Sitting alone in the restaurant, drinking alone, there happened to be two scholars nearby who were talking about Liu Bingzhong, saying that they wanted to submit the scrolls they had written, hoping to get some comments.
At the beginning of the founding of the Daji Dynasty, the system of minister recommendation was still retained in the method of selecting officials inherited from the previous dynasty. If they were recommended by local officials, some scholars could enter the officialdom without taking scientific examinations.
Naturally, there are various restrictions between the recommender and the recommended person. If the recommender makes a mistake or commits corruption or bribery, the recommender will also be held responsible.
This method can appease the powerful people in the court, but in the long run, it will become a clique and party system, and the class will be solidified. Therefore, in the middle of the dynasty, the election system was abolished.
Although the recommendation system has been abolished, ordinary scholars can gain more prestige if they can get one or two comments from local officials. By then, whether they are going to Beijing to take the exam or traveling to study, it will also be a proof of their strength. It is less important than before, but many scholars still flock to it.
It is impossible for local officials to just say that you are a talented person. At this time, it is necessary to prepare the papers. The two scholars sitting next to Wu Yi were preparing for this.
Wu Yi heard half of it, raised his glass, came to the two people, and participated in the conversation, "I dare to ask you two dear friends, do you really know how to comment on business papers?"
The two people talking to each other, one in plain clothes and the other in fine clothes, have different family backgrounds, but the same thing is the aura of books they carry. Seeing Wu Yi wearing a scholar's shirt, he thought he was a fellow scholar and his attitude was quite friendly. The scholar in plain shirt replied: "In recent days, Liu Fuzun has commented on several business papers. Don't you know, my dear friend?"
Wu Yi smiled awkwardly and said: "I come from the countryside and don't know much about the affairs of the city. Please give me some advice!"
The way of writing is indescribable. Just good literary talent is not the decisive factor. What Liu Fuzun likes, where he comes from, and what the forces behind him are promoting, all need to be written in this way.
All these questions, one by one, were made by countless insinuations and empty talk. How could it be possible for Wu Yi, a poor scholar from the countryside, to want to know these things?
Therefore, the scholar in plain clothes only gave a brief introduction and had almost no useful information.
Even though Wu Yi didn't understand the mystery at first, he quickly realized that he was cheating after observing his words. He smiled An Ran and placed a gold ingot on the banquet. A small gold ingot can be worth a hundred taels.
When the gold ingot came out, the eyes of the plain-shirted scholar were immediately straightened, but the scholar on the other side was disdainful of it. Wu Yi didn't care about that one, anyway, he was not his target.
"I was born in the countryside and suffered from no one to help me. If you can give me some advice, I will definitely reward you handsomely!" With the gold ingot in front, there was no need to say more about the generous reward.
The plain-shirted scholar himself was born in poverty. Even though he had studied for a few years, he was just a poor scholar at present. It was just because he was in the capital city and communicated with the book club on weekdays, so he knew more content.
"Alas! I don't know much, but since you insist on asking, I might as well reveal some to you. This gold ingot, you should take it back!" After all, the plain-shirted scholar was a scholar. Even if he wanted silver, he couldn't say it directly. He had to refuse several times.
Wu Yi smiled without saying anything, listened quietly, and waited for the next words. To him, gold and silver were external possessions, of no benefit to cultivation, just like dirt. No matter how much he gave away, Wu Yi would not feel any pain.