Longevity Begins with Jinyiwei

The late winter has come, and as in previous years, this northern capital has already been stained with a thick layer of silver frost.

But for the capital, the center of the empire, it is still bustling and prosperous. Even, with the pacification of the south of the Yangtze River, the communication between the north and the south is unimpeded, and all kinds of rare things from the south to the north are gathered here in the increasingly prosperous business environment. in the capital.

On Qianmen Street, the motorcade was slowly moving forward on this street. He had resigned as the first assistant. Laizongdao, who had retired and returned to his hometown, leaned on the carriage of the carriage and looked at the bustling capital scene through the car window, with cloudy eyes. , is already indescribable trance.

As a minister under an authoritarian founding emperor, the most important thing is to be aware of current affairs.

The so-called, those who know the current affairs are the heroes, and those who do not know the current affairs, in this Zhaowu Dynasty, most of them turned into withered bones.

Although he is the chief assistant, he must also be aware of current affairs.

The Son of Heaven has washed the whole world with blood, and changed everything in the world, but he has never allowed the center of the court to return to a normal state. The puppets have completely failed to shoulder the functions and powers that the real center of the court should play.

The reason why, he is naturally clear.

The Son of Heaven did not trust them, or even did not trust them, for these former Ming officials and their former Ming scholar-bureaucrats.

The emperor wants to differentiate a little bit, and even disintegrate the presence of these former Ming and old ministers in the court and the world.

And this, of course, requires a process.

And he, the first assistant of the former Ming Dynasty, can be regarded as the benchmark of the former Ming old ministers, so he can't stand upright.

If he retreats, relying on his intertwined roots, the tree will inevitably fall and scatter, and then Hong Chengchou may take advantage of the situation...

"Liu Qiyuan...Hong Chengchou..."

Laizong Dao let out a long sigh. He seemed to see the future political pattern of this court, and saw the alternation of the old and the new generation after generation.

Under the alternation of the old and the new generation after generation, anyone who cannot keep up with the development of the times and the will of the emperor will inevitably be eliminated mercilessly.

Lai Zongdao's thoughts were flying, and the convoy also slowly passed through the gate of the capital in the snow and dance, and slowly disappeared between the white world.

At the same time, in Liaodong, to be precise, in today's Daheng, the name of Liaodong has become a thing of the past. In other words, it is the Liao Province named after the court.

From Jinzhou to North Korea, the vast and bitter cold land is the land of Liao Province.

From Shanhaiguan to Jinzhou, it belongs to Shanhaifu and Beizhili.

In Dingbian County, Shenyang Prefecture, Liao Province, this day was also full of wind and snow, and the cold winter in Liao Province was naturally bitingly cold.

But today, the main street of Dingbian County is bustling with people. People spontaneously gather on both sides of the street to see off the Dingbian magistrate who is about to be transferred.

On the street, a solitary carriage slowly moved forward. Zhang Huangyan, the parent official who saw off the people in Dingbian, sat alone in the carriage, holding what seemed to be an order issued by the officials.

From Dingbian magistrate, he was transferred to Quanzhou Ship Division Zhengliupin Ship Envoy.

From being the seventh-grade magistrate, to being promoted to the sixth-grade city ship division, it is undoubtedly a leapfrog promotion.

Although when Daheng was first established, due to the emptiness of officials, there was a period of chaos, and even the civil science students of the Wuyuan Academy who had been hastily trained were all magistrates of the seventh grade.

But with the passage of time, the order has returned to normal, coupled with the implementation of reforms and the adjustment of official ranks, even the top three in the imperial examination can only be ranked as the magistrate of the eighth grade.

Not to mention the promotion by leaps and bounds, it is a normal promotion, from the eighth-rank to the seventh-rank, it is even more difficult.

At the end of the year, all kinds of assessment inspectors not only need full grades, but also the qualifications accumulated over time.

Although he is confident that he has done a good job in the county magistrate for more than two years, in this Liao Province, promotion should not be a problem.

But no matter how you get promoted, it should be within Liao Province, such as a seventh-rank official in the Shenyang government office.

Who would have thought that he was transferred from Liao Province to Quanzhou in the south of the Yangtze River?

"Mizhe made the emperor notice me?"

Thinking of this, Zhang Huangyan couldn't help his heart pounding.

But soon, Zhang Huangyan also calmed down. Even if he is on the rise, he still needs to support his political achievements.

Otherwise, the higher you fly, the worse you will fall.

One step at a time, each footprint must be firm and stable, in order to go further, if there is a holy family, and only in this way, can it be worthy of this holy family!

The order he held tightly was also slowly relaxing. Hearing the noises outside the carriage, Zhang Huangyan couldn't help but lift the curtains of the carriage, and what caught his eye were the people of Dingbian who saw him off in the wind and snow.

The eager and reluctant eyes, and even the crying of kneeling, the simple voices echoed in the ears, like a drum, a heavy hammer in Zhang Huangyan's heart.

What did he do for Dingbian County?

Zhang Huangyan couldn't help asking himself.

He seemed to ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ really didn't do anything.

The court allocated money, grain and materials, from the provincial governor's yamen to the Dingbian county yamen.

For more than two and a half years as a magistrate, he has always been just an executor.

The court's policy towards the people and the concern for the people will be implemented bit by bit.

That's all!

He is not self-reliant to make the people of Dingbian better, nor is he building Dingbian County from scratch.

Everything is within the framework of the imperial court, and it is carried out step by step under the supply of the imperial court.

Change any official, he can do the same, maybe he can do better than him.

For such a trivial executor, he should be so respected and loved!

Does he deserve it?

Looking at the people gathered on both sides of the street, with those reluctant and even worried eyes, Zhang Huangyan suddenly felt that his heart was blocked.

He suddenly understood why His Majesty today, again and again, is waving a butcher's knife at the officials of the world.

People, you don't want much.

But it is such a trivial thing, but there are always people who are insatiable to deprive it.

No matter how much your Majesty cares about the people of the world, you still need people to put this concern into practice.

In this Liaodong, in this harsh environment close to military control, he was able to implement His Majesty's concern without any scruples, and no one dared to make trouble or trouble.

But when he arrives in Quanzhou, when he arrives at the nest of hypocrites, can he still have no scruples? Can... come out of the silt without being stained?

Zhang Huangyan's pupils shrank suddenly, holding the transfer order tightly, he suddenly had a feeling that this appointment in Quanzhou might be the most important hurdle in his life.

If you get past it, you may be able to walk smoothly, but if you can't get past it, maybe...it will be the insignificant one among the people who are rolling in...

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