: The Frustrated County Magistrate

Accompanied by the guards, Yang Ling visited the military camp, summoned local officials, and walked around the nearby rural villages and villages to experience the local customs and customs. Whenever he went there, he heard that Yang Qinshi was happy to have a noble son, and the officials who were now taking Yi'er as His Highness to flatter him. Yang Ling always felt uncomfortable when he heard the three words "Mr. Yang," and probably the young mother was ridiculous at home.

The most creative one among them was the congratulations of Song Xiaoai, the general officer of the Wolf Soldier: "Congratulations to Lord Yang for being happy with Lord Yang." Yang Ling made him laugh out loud.

After two days of understanding, Yang Ling, who never played according to common sense, had already had some secret concerns about suppressing the rebellion. When he arrived in Xuzhou, he had arranged for local vendors who had exchanges with Du Zhangman to come to the mountains to deliver the news. Du Zhangman asked Du Zhangman to send people to discuss with the court. There was no news yet. Now it seems that the possibility of moving troops has increased greatly. Yang Ling is preparing to summon civil and military officials to discuss matters, so it must be unified within the internal steps.

Yang Ling had just rushed back to the camp. Before he could send an order to gather the generals to advance to the tent, Wu Hanchao rushed over and bowed and said, "Sir, please return to the tent quickly. Lord Liu has important matters."

Song Xiaoai was also mixed in Yang Ling's personal army. Seeing Wu Hanchao talking, she swept her eyes to herself, then raised her chin and gave him a cold look. Wu Hanchao couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

Yang Ling was happy to have a beloved son these two days, and there was no need to hide it like Lian'er did when she gave birth. So he was in a good mood and was very happy. Seeing the angry look of the little enemies, he couldn't help but feel a little funny. In the past two days, Wu Wending was busy supervising the transportation of food and grass, and before he could make any time to talk to this stubborn master.

Although Xiao Wu and Xiao Ai were pissing off, it was obvious that their love for each other was not diminished. Occasionally, they were not unlucky to get angry. He was too lazy to come forward to reconcile. The crux of the problem lies with Wu Wending. This old guy must be solved first.

Yang Ling dismounted the horse, threw the whip to his personal soldiers, and said to Wu Hanchao: "I understand, ask the civil and military officials to come to my tent immediately. I want to gather together to discuss matters." After that, he took Song Xiaoai to his tent quickly. When Liu Biao saw Yang Ling, he hurriedly bowed and said, "Congratulations..."

Yang Ling quickly interrupted, "Tongxi Tongxi. But have you heard important news from Du Zhangman?"

Liu Biao shook his head and said, "I am here in a hurry because I heard some news that is not good for the adults. If the news has already reached the mountains, it may be very unfavorable to the prince."

Yang Ling looked tight and asked hurriedly: "What's wrong?"

Liu Biao said: "There are legends everywhere now that Yang, who was murderous, came to Sichuan, put down the king of Shu, deprived him of military and political power, and wanted to use troops and use force against the Duzhan barbarians, and even slaughter the clan. Beizhi secretly arrested a few people and interrogated them. The source of the spreading news was never found. These people just followed the crowd, so Beizhi let them go."

Yang Ling frowned: "Who is spreading rumors? Isn't this forcing the prince to die? Once the news reaches the mountains..."

Yang Ling wandered around the room with a gloomy face for a while, raised his head and thought for a while, and slowly said, "Continue to investigate. See if you can find any clues. All the soldiers must have sent spies in various places. The news must have been sent back to the mountain. If the prince is in danger, we are far from reach now, so we can only wait for the development of the situation. You go first. I will discuss matters with civil and military officials immediately."

"Yes!" Liu Biao bowed his hand and retreated.

Yang Ling sat back at the table, holding the teacup and thinking for a while, Song Xiaoai sat obediently on the side, looking at him quietly with his big eyes. After a long time, Wu Hanchao quietly opened the door and said, "Sir, all the officials are here."

Yang Ling nodded and saw that he was looking at Song Xiaoai, and said, "You stay, I will go to the front hall to discuss matters."

The civil servants and generals were gathering together, sitting in the commander's tent and whispering. Yang Ling led two personal soldiers in from behind, and the tent suddenly became quiet.

Yang Ling sat down in the hall, his eyes slowly swept across the crowd and said, "Everyone. There has not been any news in the mountains, but rumors are already spreading here. Now the legend among the people is that I came to Xuzhou for the purpose of a war, and I want to use heavy troops to slaughter the tribe against the Duzhang barbarians. Where is the prince...... it is in danger."

Feng Jianchun, the governor of Xuzhou, hurriedly bowed and said, "Don't worry, sir, this is just a common trick of Duzhan Barbarians. They attacked the surrounding areas and caused trouble and never obeyed the laws of the king. Whenever the imperial court used troops to punish them, they would spread similar rumors to arouse fear and righteous indignation from all ethnic groups in Shu, and thus put pressure on the imperial court, so that the imperial court would not dare to let go of military use."

When Yang Ling heard this, he realized that it was Duzhangman's scheming. It seemed that these primitive tribes were also very smart. Yang Ling felt a little relieved and looked at everyone and said, "No matter what, now the prince is in Duzhangman's hands, we have to be respectful first and then."

In the past two days, I went out and walked around and learned a little about the people nearby. It seems that the Han people and Duzhangman have been in a long time, and they do hate each other. It is not difficult to fight a war, and it is not difficult to win a battle.

However, this is the most difficult tribe to educate, and how to cure the aftermath is a difficult problem. Among you, there are many local officials in Xuzhou who know this place far better than those of us officials who live in the prefectures and capitals. What do you think? You might as well say it.

Du Zhangman wants our government and Han people to withdraw from Xuzhou and divide it into a country among the country. This is a whim. No court would agree to such a ridiculous condition. We bargained and would inevitably give up some benefits. How can we satisfy them, but we are willing to put down our swords and guns and submit to the court?”

The governor Feng, the governor, twisted his beard and said compassionately: "My lord, all the barbarians are brave and fierce. In addition, they live in the mountains and live in villages, have primitive customs and backward economy. It is indeed difficult to imitate education. In the past, "changed the land and returned to the current", they built barracks here, established folk schools, and established household responsibilities, and wanted to educate the people."

"How......", Lord Feng sighed: "The officials are not well-educated and it is difficult to communicate with local people. The officials sent to the place are also expendable and intensive taxes, and they are fed to fill their own pockets. The reputation of the court has damaged and caused strong dissatisfaction among the Duzhanman. Soon, both of them are convenient for war. This is the origin of the dispute between the Han and the Barbarians.

Later, the court changed its policies and set up a territory for the governors of the Duzhuan, established chieftains, and used barbarians to govern the barbarians. The conflicts between them became smaller. However, after the number of Han people moved here, they were unable to compatible with each other, and disputes arose due to family weakness and transactions.

The barbarian villages and tribes communicate with each other, and one person was bullied and the clan was angry and could not be resolved in time. Then he fought privately and put into force. The conflicts were accumulated. Every ten or eight years, there was always a major conflict.

Besides, the prince is now in the hands of Duzhangman. I think harmony is the most important. The prince has agreed to take out property to redeem the prince. The Duzhangman tribe of Xuzhou should not bear much taxes, but it can be divided into other Han areas to alleviate Duzhangman's anger. We should tolerate more rights and interests in the mainland of their jurisdiction. As for the barbarians, the soldiers will be happy to see profits, and this military disaster will be eliminated invisible."

Su Ke, the commander of Sichuan Dao, nodded and said, "It is better to not move troops. Shu is a major area in the southwest. If the rebellion of the people of the dynasty is not quelled quickly, other ethnic tribes will rise up. Will Sichuan be peaceful? Sichuan is unstable, and our Ming Dynasty will also be shaken by it. In the past, we used 200,000 troops, but after four years, we could not defeat the land. The lesson of the past is that in addition to the Han officials and the Han people who retreated from Xuzhou, we could give them some benefits as much as possible. It is better to turn swords into jade and silk."

Yang Ling slowly looked at everyone, and finally his eyes fell on Zhu Rangjin. He bowed and said, "Second Prince, what do you think?"

Zhu Rangjin said suddenly: "The difficulty of Shu is ten times higher than that of Huaixi and northern Huaizhou. It is not the best way to use troops. I think it is better to recruit and pacify me. If it is not helpful, I should first give up the snake and rescue my brother first. I brought a friend with me. He was familiar with the roads in the Duzhangman Fortress. If peace talks are not allowed, please send an elite soldier to me. I wish to use my friend to enter the mountain with a strange weapon to rescue my brother."

Zhu Rangjin's words were very heroic, and the officials were moved to hear this. The Shu Wang family was indeed kind and filial, with brothers and respectful brothers, and family style.

Yang Ling slowly shook his head. The rumors of Yang beheading are not good for the prince. It is hard to guarantee that no one will suspect that Zhu Rangjin takes advantage of it. The second prince is in an awkward situation. He took the initiative to express his feelings. But it would be fine if the prince could not save him. If the second son of the Shu King was also thrown into the mountains, wouldn’t he really become a broom star?

However, when Zhu Rangjin said this, he obviously agreed to the urge. Yang Ling looked around the official, looked forward, his eyes narrowed slightly, and stared at a corner of the green robe near the door. The official's robe should be a seventh-rank official, and everyone in the tent was bigger than him, so he squeezed him to the door.

The curtain was lifted, and the sunlight shone in, and it was reflected on his robe. The green official robe was wrinkled, and a pair of boots on his feet were still patched. Yang Ling couldn't help but feel moved. Although the official's salary in the Ming Dynasty was low, no one had any extra money to make money. At least he had a good reputation in the local area. After all, he was a clean official, maybe he had other ideas.

Because of the strong light at the door, Yang Ling couldn't see his appearance clearly, so he pointed and said, "You are a local official, come forward and answer."

Yang Ling couldn't see the person clearly, and the person didn't look at Yang Ling. As for such a meeting, he was so big that he was just a decoration and could not even get into the mouth when he came. The man looked straight at the pair of flying flies in the light and was stunningly watching. When Yang Ling called him, all the officials turned their eyes to him.

It was not until an official next to him that he had a elbow that the man found that there was a quiet tent in the big tent, and a large number of officials were saluting him. This scared him and stood up in panic and saluted, "The emperor has met the imperial envoy."

Yang Ling looked unhappy and said, "I am gathering here to discuss matters. You look like you are a local official? Why do you look like you are out of the way? Where are you wandering around?"

The official looked young, and his appearance was only about 30 years old, but he had not yet grown a beard. He should be less than twenty-eight years old, his face turned slightly yellow and his facial features were clear. The man was questioned and even more panicked. He quickly bowed deeply and said, "The official is the local magistrate Yan Gaocai. Because the official's words are light, so............."

"So what? Why should I be so self-deprecating? Yan County Magistrate... Yan......" Yang Ling suddenly remembered that he had traveled around the past two days, observing the terrain, and when he was walking between the countryside, he had dismounted and talked to the villagers because he was not wearing official uniforms and was kind. Although the villagers saw that they were a young master Guijie and his accent was also from other places, no one guessed that he was described as his eyes were like copper bells, with bloody mouths. He liked to cut off his stomach and cut off his heart, and kill people without blinking. The big demon Yang beheaded his head without banging.

So Yang Ling not only asked about some local affairs from them, but also heard some implicit comments from their expressions and tone, and then asked Liu Biao. Yang Ling realized that this Yan Gaocai was simply annoying in the local area, and his reputation was extremely bad.

The Han people hated him, and all the barbarians hated him. None of the people living in Zang, Yi, Miao, Qiang and other tribes in this place were bothered by him. This kind of brother did not leave the county government, which means that it would be difficult to use once he left the county magistrate's yamen.

The people here are troubled, and the yamen runners dare not enforce it. In the end, Yan Gaocai became a Bodhisattva in the Land Temple. He was like a mud-woven puppet, and he couldn't talk about any political achievements. Therefore, he was given a bunch of nicknames by the people, such as Yan Dashener, Yan Huaishuier, Yan Wucai, Yan Qibaoer, etc.

Yang Ling came here to suppress the Duzhanman, and did not want to interfere in pretending to be Bao Qingtian and manage the local administration. So he didn't take it too seriously when he heard it. When he saw him, he saw him as a local magistrate, which aroused national confrontation and caused Duzhanman to rebel. It can be said that he was extremely responsible, but he was so unwilling to the suppression and rebellion, and he couldn't help but feel angry.

Yang Ling slapped the arson and shouted, "Yan Gaocai. You are a local parent. You cannot calm down the conflicts between the people. The people are in charge of the robbery of the surrounding counties and towns. You cannot grasp them in advance. I am here to ask questions and ask questions. Your rule is like a poor and wilderness tomb. The people are dead and the imperial court is full of majesty. Do you know your crime?"

Yan Gaocai knelt down in horror and said with a pale face: "Stop your anger, the lower officials know the crime, and the lower officials know the crime!"

Yang Ling sneered and said, "Since you know your crime, I am not doing anything. Come on, take off your black official clothes and go to Nanjing's Ministry of Personnel to listen to the interview!"

When the officials were furious when they saw the imperial envoy, they were shocked and dared not respond. Yan Gaocai's face was ashes. Two aggressive guards rushed in to remove the black veil of his official clothes, wearing a patched white garment, and still stood there in dismay.

Yang Ling brushed his sleeves with disgust and scolded, "Go down!" Yan Gaocai slowly turned around and walked out step by step with his steps stagnant. When Yang Ling saw it, he said with hatred: "No wonder he is called Yan Dashener, who is a clay carved wooden body, which harms the country and the people!"

After saying this, Yan Gaocai's body suddenly shook, shaking like a dead leaf in the wind. He turned around, his face turned red like chicken blood, and he said tremblingly: "How can sir...... How can he be so humiliating and gentle?"

Yang Ling said coldly: "How did I insult you? You read your sages at home, and I can't insult you no matter how you become. But since you become an official, any parent should do something for the official surname, but have you ever had some political achievements here? Mediocrity and inaction, and a bare position will harm the people. Is this official wrong?

Yan Gaocai's forehead veins jumped up one by one. His face, which was originally quite clear, was a bit scary. He walked forward a few steps. The guards on both sides were worried that he would hurt the lord in anger, and immediately jumped out to stop him in front.

Yan Gaocai shook his sleeves, red eyes, his hands were bent like eagles' claws, and his arms were trembling: "I have been in the ten years of hard work, and I have two Jinshi, and I have no relatives in this poor mountain and river, and I have no relatives. I only know money, food, taxes, and taxes. I have ruled the bad people, tigers and wolves, three yamen runners are like rats in the warehouse, and the county magistrate is like fish swimming in the officialdom.

Whenever there are drum complainers, I am frightened. If you don’t ask whether it’s right or wrong, you will first ask the barbarians and the wild things. In the end, you will be barbarians and not close to them. You will be distant from the Han Dynasty and the Han Dynasty, which will make me feel angry and squeezed. I am not honest and honest, and I am lofty. As an official, I will do this. Who is worse than me? Who dares to compare with me?”

Yang Ling was startled. The gentleman said, dancing and tearing, as if there was a hidden secret. Yang Ling was not a stubborn person, and he didn't care about the majesty of the imperial envoy. He hurriedly comforted him and asked someone to show him the seat. He wanted to understand.

The magistrate Yan seemed to have tried his best, and he didn't just sit down, but stood in the lobby and pointed and complained passionately. Although this man was from a Jinshi and had a lot of talent, he was also incoherent in his words and spoke in a mess. He said whatever he thought of. Yang Ling listened patiently for a long time and finally understood a rough idea:

It turns out that this matter started from the beginning of the founding of the Ming Dynasty. In the past, the Ming Dynasty won the world. Zhu Yuanzhang divided his fifteenth son Zhu Chun into Sichuan. At that time, he was divided into local vassals and vassals to resist more or less, and all adopted the method of suppressing the troops and horses by force. There were many ethnic groups in Shu, and he was bullied by force during the Yuan Dynasty's rule. Therefore, the leaders of various tribes were all respectful and fearful of the new ruler of Shu.

However, Zhu Chun, known as the "Shu Scholar", did not raise troops when he arrived in Sichuan, but treated all ethnic groups with ethics. He also invited the great scholar Fang Xiaoru to spread education. This surprised the leaders of all ethnic groups in the area and were influenced by them. Many tribes accepted the rule of the King of Shu, and the King of Shu also treated them very well. Not only did they define the jurisdiction of each ethnic group, but they were also very tolerant of them in terms of law and economy, and used this as the fundamental policy for stability in Shu.

However, this also planted the root of disaster. For example, the kings of Shu all followed their ancestors and treated the tribes well. In order to highlight their kindness and kindness, they were a little indulgent and too tolerant. The first generation of all races, who had experienced the different rulers of the Yuan Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty, had long passed away. These new successors were used to the love and tolerance of the Shu Palace since childhood. Not only did they not be grateful, but they were more and more demands.

Among them, Du Zhangman, who has a tough custom and rarely interacts with the Han people, is the most prominent. For example, due to the constant policy of Shu, the relief silver and clothes and quilts allocated by the court can be paid first. Du Zhangman, the people who received money and goods and exchanged them for wine and meat when they received them, were confident that they would ask for it again. This naturally caused dissatisfaction among the Han people who were not able to provide enough relief supplies.

As soon as the local officials took office, the boss taught me to be gentle and comforting and not to cause trouble. How did the former take into account the overall situation and ensure the stability of the party, the later officials were naturally cautious. Whenever any matter involving the barbarians was involved, they would be careful and swallow their anger.

The local Han and barbarians traded in markets, and the tax collection was different. The Dumai barbarians paid less or even did not pay them. Most tax collectors turned a blind eye, but refused to give in to the Han people. The Han barbarians traded disputes arose. Once they went to court, the officials saw that one of them was Dumai barbarians, so they would punish the Han people with reason and punish the barbarians lightly without reason, making these barbarians more arrogant.

This unconditional favoritism of the government led to the fact that the Han people had no guarantee of trading with them at all, so merchants were naturally unwilling to interact with them. In this way, they believed that the Han people were discriminating against them, so forced buying occurred from time to time.

Although the Han people in the country and local officials were also Han people, here, Han people became ethnic minorities. In addition, in order to calm the affairs of the government, the Han people have gained more and more resentment in their hearts, and they no longer have trust and closeness to the imperial government.

Although the barbarians were favored by many favoritisms, they were still very hostile to Han officials, and they believed that the court and Han people were weak and bullied, and their behavior became increasingly severe. This way, the government could not play a role without any support, and it became a useless decoration, and the conflicts between the two sides who had lost control became increasingly serious.

When Yang Ling heard this, he shook his head and said, "It's too much to correct the leniency of the law based on the origin of love, and it's natural to define the leniency of the law and the thickness of tax and relief based on the rich and poor. I believe no one can say any reason to oppose it. If the leniency of the law and the thickness of tax and relief based on the race, it seems to be a favorable attitude to the weak, but this inequality will only cause mutual jealousy and discrimination. The more resentment accumulates, there will always be a day when we accumulate strength."

"Wow!" When the Yan County Magistrate heard this, he felt as if he met a soulmate. He was so excited that his face turned red. He rushed to Yang Ling and spit out and said, "The lower official once wrote to the Nanjing Ministry of Revenue on this matter, pointing out that now the kindness and kindness are generous, and the education and softness have become a gift of privileges and will cause endless harm.

Now the barbarians feel that they can be above the government, and they yell and roar with a little control, and they don’t take the court seriously at all. This move hurts the Han people who settled here, causing them to either move to a foreign land or resolve their grudges privately, and never take the court seriously since then.

The result of the humble priest's indulgence and indulgence of Duzhan Barbarians is that Duzhan Barbarians regard me as nothing, the Han people hate me to the core, and the other ethnic groups who were bullied by Duzhan Barbarians were also mixed up by the humble priest's and the law of judging cases was ruined. The prestige of the county government fell sharply, and the people would not sue the county government at all if they had any trouble. They were also resentful, full of anger, and often provoked trouble. But the humble priest..... The humble priest is also hard to speak."

Yang Ling quietly wiped the spit on his face, and suddenly remembered the fragments of his previous life. The past has been forgotten in his mind for a long time, but then he suddenly remembered that fragment clearly:

That wasn't long since I started working. I went to a border city for a trip. I was wearing a knife and stared at me with a fierce beard. The locals forced to sell him a piece of jade. The size of an egg was reduced from 800 yuan to 80 yuan. Who should I ask for advice? The market administrator and the police would only advise him to settle things, so he had to spend money to buy peace.

Alas! If there were loyal brothers like Wu Hanchao or Liu Dabangchui around you, what would you be angry? The deterioration of support and preferential treatment for backward areas into privileges on the basis of other racial inequality and injustice will only make them constantly remind themselves of their racial differences and superiority, and provoke the anger of those who are treated unfairly. The longer the conflict will be more prominent. Although the policy of the King of Shu can maintain temporary peace, how can it be long-term?

Yang Ling sighed slowly with his chin, then he realized that the Yan County Magistrate was looking at him straight and nodded quickly, "Well, I understand, although you are responsible for this matter, it is also the habits and problems of the officialdom here. It is not your fault. Alas, I was too impulsive just now, so please don't be surprised by it. Please wear your official clothes and sit down and reply."

The magistrate of Yan County bowed and said, "Thank you, sir, I am about to talk about the cause of this incident."

Yang Ling was excited and said, "Oh, why did this dispute start? Do you know?"

The Yan County Magistrate said, "Yes. There are families here, surnamed Liu and who runs oil workshops. One day, several barbarians brought the hunted pheasants to change the oil. When they saw that the girl was handsome, they joked a few words. Our Han people were rigorous in style, so they naturally couldn't accept it. The shop owner was furious and wanted to drive them out. He didn't want to change the oil with them. As a result, the barbarians cursed him a few times, and stabbed him to death.

The lower officials were ashamed. They did nothing in the county, but human life was at stake. They dared not be careless about this matter. So after hearing the news, the county led the yamen to chase the group of murderers. They caught up with them in Tongguling, took three, and on the way to the county town, the people from their village came to the news. No. 100 people were holding rifles and scimitars, and they were in awe. The lower officials were incompetent and could only escape with the yamen, and the people were robbed back by them.

The county has only a hundred or so people, including the jail runners, the jail runners, and the sedan chairmen, which are only a hundred and ten people. It is really difficult to deal with the slaughter who is unscrupulous. There is no garrison in the county, so the subordinate officials have to write a document to ask the magistrate for help."

The magistrate Feng Jianchun's face turned red and showed a slight uneasiness. The Yan County Magistrate endured the grievances for two or three years, and today he was willing to give up everything. The most taboo in the officialdom is to criticize Shangguan in public. If this reputation is made, he will want to survive in the officialdom in the future, and there will be few people who are willing to support and cultivate him.

The Yan County Magistrate didn't care and said in a suffocating manner: "The magistrate wants the magistrate to be patient and calm down. It is important to have peace. Because he arrested one of his people, he must draw the village to rescue him. If he set up a village, he would come to help him. The barbarians did not know the king's laws and were wild and difficult to tame. Then the matter would be out of control. Therefore, the magistrate allocated twenty taels of silver to let the magistrate appease the family named Liu."

The Yan County Magistrate shook his head and sighed: "Doing this is like drinking a dove to quench your thirst. Just imagine killing people in public and hiding in your own village will be fine. Seeing this, it is a change of a person who has read the books of sages like the one who has not been intimidated when he sees the king's law, he is afraid that he will be unscrupulous and revenge.

After this incident, I was afraid that the barbarians would be more arrogant and cold, but at this point, the barbarians' arrogance had already been developed, just like the dragon's reverse scales, which could only be touched, not brushed, otherwise it would cause trouble to be held by the government. The officials had no choice but to have a selfish heart and hoped that there would be no trouble during their post.

"Yes!" Yan Gaocai agreed, hurriedly put on his official robe, turned around and sat down at the door. Guan'er next to him quietly moved the chair inside, and although his movements were inconspicuous, Yan Gaocai could feel a sense of sadness in his heart: "The place is unstable, Shangguan only knows how to suppress me and punish me. I want to have a different role, and Shangguan wants to stop me and stop me. My cowardly official only said a few words in his heart, so do you dislike me so much?"

After a while, two men walked into the door of the handsome account. The two men did not look very burly. They were wearing bloated clothes, covered with fragments, and had a few small braids in their hair. They had a bronze face, especially conspicuously, the thick silver collar they wore on their necks. The silver collar on their necks was rich, and the silver collar on their necks looked afraid that they would not weigh seven or eight pounds.

These two people were speaking Chinese, and they swaggered into the handsome tent, with a arrogant look on their faces, swept around proudly, and stood up, "Didn't the King of Shu come?"
To be continued...