Sheng Fu

Chapter 57
The Hongtu Mountains are like a coiled dragon, enclosing the entire imperial city. In terms of feng shui, the entire imperial city is a pattern of Tibetan wind and water.

The human imperial city is naturally the best feng shui pattern.

In addition to the imperial city, there are hundreds of peaks in the Hongtu Mountains, each of which has a village or a small town. People living in the mountains can go straight to the imperial city as long as they walk out of the mountains and travel up to [-] miles. .

Having said that, in fact, many people living in the mountains have never been to the imperial city outside the mountains in their entire lives.

Iron Horse Mountain, located in the middle of the Hongtu Mountains, this big mountain does not have the grandeur of towering into the clouds, nor the heavy and majestic luck, it is just a very ordinary mountain range.

A long road leads to the depths of the mountain. There is a village in the mountain called Qingshui Village.

At the entrance of the village, an elderly scholar dressed in civilian clothes has been waiting here for a long time. Beside him, there is a bald middle-aged man in an uneven color. A scholar of his age, with the appearance of Vino.

The scholar's name is Wang Zhong. In his early years, he was a poor scholar. After walking out of the mountains, he went directly to the imperial city to seek fame. He did not directly participate in the imperial examination. At first, he chose to become a disciple of Duanmu Zhi.

Later, Duanmu Zhiping stepped into the sky and became the deputy prime minister, but Wang Zhong did not follow him, but just won a county magistrate.

Taiping County is located on the outskirts of the imperial city, but its jurisdiction is vast. More than 30 villages and towns in the Hongtu Mountains are under the jurisdiction of Taiping County.

In fact, this elderly scholar still wanted to enter the temple and show his grand plans in his early years, and he was only one step away from the Emperor's face to face His Majesty, and he failed to cross this step.

He also knew in his heart that with this little ink in his stomach, he could only be a county magistrate. There are too many people with talents and backgrounds in the emperor.

He thought that he would be silent until death in the county office, but never thought that this year's Bagu Banquet would also give him a sense of existence.

Yu Wenjun, Jing Peiyao, and Liu Qinghua were all under his rule.

At that time, no matter what the results of the three-person test are, he will be able to rise to the next level in the officialdom, and it is true that he is old, but he still has a son. one of the things.

The bald middle-aged man named Wang Yan is the mayor of Qingshui Village. Suddenly, a young scholar came to the village to act as the village mayor, which made Wang Yan, a local snake, have some grudges in his heart. Accompanying him to wait for the young scholar, although he has not yet met, the young man's weight is much heavier in Wang Yan's heart.

However, he was puzzled. Since the noble son in the imperial city needed to be a local official to add an extra piece to his resume, there was no need to condescend to come to Qingshui Village.

Wang Yan is someone who has read books for a few days. He doesn't recognize all the words, and he doesn't have much ink in his stomach. But after all, he is also someone who has read books. Naturally, he has a lot of heart in his stomach. The head of Qingshui Village.

Soon after, Yuwenjun rode a second-class war horse. For ordinary people, the second-class warhorse was regarded as a high-spirited horse.

After seeing Wang Zhong and Wang Yan, Yuwenjun rolled over and dismounted, stepped forward, clasped his fists slightly, and said softly, "I have seen the county magistrate and the village chief."

Wang Zhong originally wanted to bow with both hands in a big salute, but considering the unknown situation, Wang Yan was still standing aside, nodding at the scene and saying, "No need to be more polite, my son has come from a long way, and I'm tired after thinking about it, let's go into the village for a chat."

Wang Zhong personally led the way, and Yu Wenjun followed closely. As for Wang Yan, he had to keep a distance from the two of them. Comparing the half-hearted scholar and the serious scholar, he was completely different, and he himself was ashamed.

There are 240 households in Qingshui Village. As a mountain village, this village can only be said to be neither too big nor too small.

After entering the village, Wang Yan, the village chief, stood in the center of the street and shouted for the villagers to come and gather.

It didn't take long for the villagers to come one after another, standing scattered on the street, looking at two strangers, one old and one young, as if watching the excitement.

In the crowd there were some rascals and long-tongued women who whispered and pointed.

The bald middle-aged man wanted to take Yuwenjun's hand to the high platform, but seeing that Yuwenjun was wearing a brocade and jade belt, he gave up this familiar idea.

With both hands, he invited Yuwen Jun to the stage. He stood under the stage and shouted to the villagers: "This young master Yuwen came to our Qingshui Village from the imperial capital. From now on, he will become the representative of Qingshui Village. Village chief, the term of office is before the New Year's Eve, during this period, if you have anything, just go to Mr. Yuwen."

When the people in the village heard that it was a big man from the imperial capital, their mood was condensed for a moment, but soon they were relieved. I don't know how long the mountains are, and they have never been to the imperial capital, so they don't know what it was like. .

In this village, they only recognize Wang Yan, and now that Wang Yan has handed over power, it means that this young man is a big man with a real background, but what does it matter?

As for the old man in civilian clothes, the villagers thought it might be the young gentleman's attendant butler or something, and they didn't take it to heart.

The village chief is the king of the village, especially for mountain villages.

Age is the best clothes. When you get older, you will feel calm and heavy. The villagers don't really have a good impression of the new son, but they think that the small appearance of the brocade clothes, jade belt and thin skin and tender meat is really good. handsome.

Yuwenjun on the platform was a little unnatural. He had already experienced the landscape style in Yuxi Town, but this Qingshui Village gave Yuwenjun a bad feeling.

It is said that it is a high platform at the foot, but it is actually a stage. The performers from other towns will come to Qingshui Village to sing during the festivals. Usually, it becomes the place where Wang Yan handles government affairs.

There are many things in the village that do not require written documents and are not trivial. Wang Yan will stand on this stage and drag a few famous old people in the village for formal processing.

Yuwenjun bowed seriously to the villagers of Qingshui Village, and then said slowly: "Hello, I am Yuwenjun, and the acting mayor of Qingshui Village. I have met everyone here."

The number of etiquette still has to be thoughtful, even if facing a group of mud-legged people, Yuwenjun does not see the distinction between high and low, even if he knows, sometimes the more thoughtful the mud-legged, the more the mud-legged will be able to make things difficult for people, as the so-called Qilinzi can't fight the bone dragon.

After getting the assessment content of the literary test, Yuwenjun probably knew what kind of village this was, and also knew that his score in the literary test might not be very good, or even very poor.

When the villagers saw this, many laughed, and some even laughed.

A young and strong man laughed without any scruples: "This man is really interesting. He is so smooth and smooth, and he bows to us mud-legged people. Is he really the acting village chief?"

Another elderly lady said brokenly, "I heard people say that if you read too much, you will become a nerd. Maybe you are a nerd."

After this remark came out, it caused bursts of laughter again.

And more people are staring at the second-class war horse not far away. Many people think in their hearts, if Lao Tzu has such a good horse, he should ride to other villages and towns to show his prestige. How stylish.

Some young people thought that if they could ride such a tall horse, when they married a daughter-in-law in the future, the mother-in-law would definitely want to kneel down and beg him to marry her daughter just by looking at the horse.

Everyone has their own ideas, but they are all based on snobbery and vanity.

Yu Wenjun was not angry, let alone angry at all. Before stepping down, he bowed to the crowd again, and without any accident, he elicited bursts of laughter again. If it wasn't for Wang Yan's vicious eyes at this time to calm the scene, I'm afraid this laughter would The sound will be more presumptuous.

The content of Yuwenjun's literary test this time is to correct the family style in this Qingshui Village, so as to correct the national style!However this seems difficult...

(End of this chapter)