Hedong Road, Puzhou, Thorn Shi Fu Annex.

Di Renjie finished his day's inspection and returned to the courtyard.

Although the river worker is just a name to cover people's ears, but he does not dare to be sloppy, after all, it is a plan for the survival of tens of thousands of people, even if it is coming, it is always necessary to see and hear, strictly supervise, the summer flood season is coming, the surging Yellow River, but you will not care about the true intention of your Di Xiangye to come and go, the embankment will still burst, the dam will also collapse, he lives in the temple, not afraid of the official reputation, in the face of the flood, the small people have no power to resist.

After a day of running around, non-stop, Di Renjie walked a lot of places, measured a few dikes with his feet, he could see the surprise actions of the local government, and really spent a lot of thought, but the situation was still not optimistic.

In many places, the fortifications are only rammed earth, and with the erosion of the river, the fragility is visible to the naked eye, and the height is limited higher than the current water surface line, and whether it can withstand the test of the rainy season is still between the two.

At the junction of the state capital, what he saw was even more appalling, the upstream state government deliberately strengthened the two banks, without any dredging, nor set up dikes, it seems that it consciously directed the flood downstream, and the downstream state capital was not to be outdone, along the border, built a diversion canal, and the river canal was repaired to a higher ground on its own side, obviously to flood the upstream into a vast ocean, which is simply a vivid portrayal of beggar-thy-neighbor.

Along the way, at the beginning, he would drink orders and mention, but later on, he was angry and scolded, and after that, he was speechless.

The officials of Hedong Province are sloppy, Zhao Fen, the assassin of Puzhou, is incompetent in commanding the association, and the state capital is doing its own thing, as if it has become a great harm.

The maid served a basin of hot water, and Di Renjie put his blistered feet into it.

"Shhhh......h

When the heat hit, Di Renjie's whole face wrinkled, and he snorted muffled, so that he could adapt to the temperature in the water, and his mood was also scalded.

The adjustment of local key officials and the overall situation of the DPRK and China are beyond his control, and no matter how angry he is, it will be useless.

The top priority at the moment is to find out the case of the Puzhou International Trade Office, return to the DPRK as soon as possible to give an explanation, and then seek other things.

"Di Chun, later, you take some people and go to the Puzhou Commerce Mansion to find out the traces of the wounded scribe," Di Renjie commanded in a deep voice, "If you can't find it, find a place to lurk nearby and monitor every move of the Commerce Mansion."

"Yes, master," Di Chun obeyed.

Di Renjie bared his teeth and soaked his feet, got up and went to the study, and a staff member presented a letter from home, which was sent by his eldest son Di Guangyuan quickly.

"Hmm, you go down" Di Renjie stretched out his hand to take it, looked at the handwriting of his eldest son on the cover, and thought for a long time before tearing the paint seal.

The letter was not long, said hello, briefly talked about housework, and at the end, with hundreds of words of pen and ink, a long speech, talked about a newly reused member of the court.

“…… Qiao Zhizhi is erudite and talented, calm and heavy, and has a stumbling career, and is the official Yamen Yi Langzhong, and later cited by Shangguan Zhaorong, he was promoted to serve Lang...... Not long after being appointed, he assisted in the affairs of tribute, handled things competently, and practiced for people, and was called ...... by the government and the opposition."

Di Renjie's brows furrowed deeply, this letter has a lot of weirdness.

He and his eldest son were once estranged from each other because of their political stance, and they were only recently restored, and they rarely exchanged letters, let alone mention such sensitive matters as officials in the DPRK and China in their letters.

Thinking about it, but still not getting the point, Di Renjie rubbed his forehead, ran around all day, his energy was a little lacking, and sighed, "I'm old"

He read and read the letters, and set them on the side of the candle flame to light them, and the flames flew and soon turned to ashes.

After sitting for a long time, he returned to his bedroom to rest.

The Yamen of Puzhou Trade Mansion was originally a foreign domain hall under Honglu Temple, for merchants to rest and distribute, and there were many warehouses and carriages and horses gathered around.

There are wealthy merchants who wear gold and silver, strange-shaped foreign vassals, and ragged coolies, and the most mixed.

It was nearly noon, half of the guards of the gatehouse of the International Trade Mansion were removed, and they took turns to have a lunch break, and the green-robed subordinate officials and the officials in the yamen walked out in twos and threes, and returned to the house on duty.

Among the people, there is a green-robed official, who is not confused when he is old, with a serious face, staring and pursing his lips, holding his chest up and raising his head while walking, taking square steps, shaking three times, quite powerful.

Everyone next to him, the officials in the clothes were all let to both sides, so that his four steps could be fully displayed, and the green-robed officials of the same grade also gave him three points of face, and took the initiative to avoid it, either a few steps faster and left first, or they stood down, grabbed a subordinate and leaned to the side, pretending to talk about official business seriously, and set aside the performance venue in the center.

Without him, this person is the brother-in-law of Qi Chong in the Ministry of Commerce, and he has obtained an official position by nepotism, although he has no ability, but he has never caused trouble, only the vice of pretending, and it will be over after forbearance.

The green-robed officer was very satisfied with the effect of his shock, and a smile couldn't help but float over his tense face, and his interest became more and more high, twisting his waist, lifting the soles of his shoes, and walking solidly step by step, seeing that he walked out of the gatehouse in front of him, there were five steps down, and he added caution, such terrain, it is quite difficult to walk the official step, and if he is not careful, spraining his ankle is secondary, and it is very bad for the official's physical system.

A "whoosh" sound sounded through the air.

A stone the size of a baby's fist fell on the steps, just under the feet of the green-robed officer, and when he stepped on it, Gabel made a crisp sound, and his ankle was almost folded in half.

"Whew"

The green-robed officer fell to the ground, howling out of his neck, sharp and terrifying, and the sound he pulled out no longer looked like a human voice.

Everyone panicked, swarmed around and asked for warmth, and a few people ran out quickly to ask for medicine.

"Don't stop, move on"

Two coolies carrying sacks of goods walked here, and the footsteps in front of him were only one meal, and the order came from behind, and his footsteps were picked up again, and he would not notice that he had ever stopped without paying special attention.

The two carried the sack to the warehouse not far away, wiped the sweat on their faces, greeted the foreman, and went to the thatched house with the sackcloth belt.

"Brother Chun, it's clear that someone is doing something in the dark, why don't you let me find him out?" In the thatched house, there was an urn and the sound of an urn was very dissatisfied.

"The means are so obvious, as long as they are not blind, who can't see it?" The other person should be calmer, with a bit of reprimand, "Someone has been staring at us, let's go to the front foot to pick people, and the back foot will be exposed, how can we sneak down to run errands?" ”

"Someone staring?" The sound of the urn was a little panicked.

"Don't be afraid, it's not clever, you and San'er will help me later, and get rid of them" The calm voice was very right, "Things have changed, I want to go back and report to the master"

"Okay, Brother Chun rest assured"

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The dawn of the Tang Dynasty

Dawn of the Tang Dynasty original