Eight Hills in the Eastern Jin Dynasty

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Jiangling, governor's office, lobby.

It was almost noon, the cicadas were chirping outside the hall, and the hall was steaming. Wang Zhenyi was sitting on a large case in official uniform, his shirt soaked with sweat. In front of him was a mountain of official documents. Down in the hall, dozens of documents were sitting on their desks. On top of the small case, he was writing furiously and processing these official documents quickly. A scribe named Luo Kaizong, while wiping the sweat on his forehead, complained in a low voice: "Damn it, why are all these small things from all over the country published?" The governor's office is here, and we have to deal with even the grain and tax issues of a village. We can't relax just after the battle, and we don't even have time to eat."

Wang Zhenzhi put down the pen in his hand and looked at Luo Kaizong with a solemn expression: "Kaizong, you are just a little tired. You are so grumbling after approving an official document. Have you ever thought about why this village asked for exemption or reduction for this year? Where is the food tax?"

Luo Kaizong's expression became stern and he said quickly: "I know my mistake. This village was affected by the war and was captured by demon thieves. When they retreated, the barns were burned down and the crops in the fields were destroyed, so …”

Wang Zhenzhi sighed: "What would you think if I asked you to go without food for three days and without salary for a year?"

Luo Kaizong was so frightened that he quickly said: "I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong."

Wang Zhenzhi looked around and said seriously: "I know everyone has been very hard this year, especially this month. The monsters and thieves invaded, Jingzhou almost fell, and even General Zhengxi was hit by a poisonous arrow, and now his life or death is uncertain. , everyone is under great pressure. After winning the battle, they are unable to reunite with their families and have to work here every day, but there is nothing that can be done. Although the demon thieves have been defeated, the evil they have done and the damage they have done are still there. We still need to rebuild, the soldiers who died in battle need to be compensated, the destroyed homes need to be rebuilt, the people affected by the disaster need relief, and the current army needs to be replenished and rotated, the wounded need to be treated, and we will even continue to hunt down in the future. Demon thieves, bring them to peace. Only when this war is completely over can we usher in relaxed and peaceful days."

"Colleagues, please understand that we are officials of the Jin Dynasty and the people of Jingzhou. The crops they planted with their hard work have fed us. They are our food and clothing parents. Now they are in trouble and their days are not going to be good. It's better, we should be more diligent in official duties, share their worries and solve their problems, so that they can survive. If there are no people, what can we eat and drink?"

All the civil servants raised their hands in unison and saluted, saying: "I sincerely follow the instructions of Master Chang Shi. We will do our best and be diligent in official affairs."

Wang Zhenzhi's expression softened slightly and he waved his hand: "Thanks to everyone's hard work, please work harder. Today we will handle the aftermath of the seven villages near Ma Tou. Everyone can go back to reunite with their families in the evening. Also, Lunch is already being prepared and will be here soon.”

A guard at the door rushed over and saluted Wang Zhenzhi outside the door. Wang Zhenzhi said instinctively: "What's the matter? Why don't you report it quickly?!"

The guard looked troubled and hesitated to speak. Wang Zhenzhi frowned, and Luo Kaizong on the other side said in a deep voice: "This sergeant, if you have something to do, just report it directly. If you hesitate to say anything, how should I deal with it, Mr. Chang Shi?" "

Wang Zhenzhi suddenly waved his hand: "Kaizong, stop talking and deal with your own affairs." As he said this, he got up from behind the big case, walked to the door, looked at the sergeant, and said, "Is there any secret?" Isn’t it convenient to talk about it openly?”

The sergeant nodded repeatedly and whispered: "There is a mysterious visitor who got a gold medal and came in through a side door. He asked Mr. Chang Shi to go to Zhengxi's residence immediately."

Wang Zhenzhi's expression changed: "It's ridiculous. Zhengxi is unconscious now and no one can approach him. Who is this person? How can the token allow him to go directly to Zhengxi's residence? General Tan Daoji is responsible for Zhengxi's security. , why did you let him go without asking him?"

The sergeant quickly took out a token from his sleeve and handed it to Wang Zhenzhi: "General Tan personally led the visitor there after seeing the token. He also asked the young man to come over and inform you to come over immediately."

Wang Zhenzhi's eyes fell on the token, and after just one glance, he took a breath of air, and then hid the token in his sleeve. He looked back at the hall, where all the clerks were looking at it. He, he coughed dryly: "Gentlemen, please pay close attention to business, I will come back when I go."

As he spoke, he whispered to the sergeant on the side: "Lead the way." Then the two of them turned around and hurried towards the backyard, and disappeared without a trace, not even a guard.

A moment later, in the inner courtyard of the Governor's Mansion, Tan Daoji, dressed in military uniform, accompanied by three guard sergeants, stood at the door of an inconspicuous small house, standing with his sword. A burst of footsteps came from behind him, Wang Zhenzhi and the man The sergeant came in a hurry to look for Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com and his voice came before anyone else: "Yangwu (now Tan Daoji's general is called General Yangwu), you are here."

Tan Daoji turned around and quickly pressed his index finger to his lips, making a gesture of silence. This time Wang Zhenzhi stopped and looked around. In the room, Liu Daogui was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed. He couldn't sleep, and his body was covered with silver needles. A strong smell of medicine and fragrance came from the hut, and a man covered in a black cloak sat in front of his bed. , giving acupuncture in front of him.

Wang Zhenzhi's expression changed and he whispered: "Why did he apply the acupuncture and medicine himself?"

Tan Daoji nodded: "When he came, he said he knew what kind of poison Brother Dao Gui was poisoned, and he had already prepared the elixir on the way. He came over and treated it himself. Just now I saw that Brother Dao Gui's hand seemed to be moving."

Wang Zhenzhi was surprised and delighted: "Is it true? So, Brother Dao Gui will be saved this time?"

Suddenly, Liu Daogui's eyes opened on the bed, and he sat up suddenly. He vomited under the bed, and sour black blood spurted all over the bed. Tan Daoji and Wang Zhenzhi's expressions changed, and they were about to rush into the hut. But I heard the man inside say in a deep voice: "Wait a minute, don't approach at this time, these black blood are poisonous."

Everyone's footsteps stopped outside the door, and Tan Daoji gritted his teeth: "How is brother Daogui's situation now?"

The man inside turned around, and Liu Muzhi's fat face, filled with haggardness, appeared in front of them: "I want to continue to observe and treat Taoism now. You can step back first. Don’t let anyone answer, I’ll ring the bell if necessary.”

Wang Zhenzhi hurriedly said: "Liu Changshi, I didn't know that you were here, so I failed to welcome you from afar. This is a dereliction of duty by a subordinate. I will now summon the civil and military forces of Jingzhou to see you and accept your orders and instructions." (End of this chapter)

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