Comprehensive Wu Jianghu: I am Dali Temple Minister

Seeing his master kept looking at the distant figure in the wind and snow until he couldn't see it, Xiao Yang Guo smiled and stepped forward lightly.

"Master, people have gone far!"

Yang Qingyuan tilted his head slightly, looked at the playful little Yang Guo, a ray of real energy popped out from his fingertips, and hit the forehead of little Yang Guo.

The pain made Yang Guo cover his head immediately.

Yang Qingyuan reined in the horse, "Let's go! Go back to Pingshan County."

"Good!" Seeing that his master was not angry, Yang Guo immediately ran after Yang Qingyuan and asked questions.

"Master, who is Sister Liu?"

Yang Qingyuan glanced at Yang Guo, then said.

"Hundred Poems of Taibai Fighting Wine, the gods will go to the restaurant to sleep, the emperor can't get on the boat, and he claims to be a minister of wine. He raised his glass and looked at the blue sky with white eyes. It was as bright as a jade tree before the wind. Drinking like a long whale, writing thoughts, swaying pen and ink. .”

"???"

Xiao Yang Guo was bewildered.

"Usually tell you to study hard! If you don't listen, now that you know that the book will be used, you will regret it less! Go back and copy the anthology of poems three times!"

Xiao Yang Guo's eyes are full of question marks? !I suspect that my master is avenging himself, but I have no proof.

After Yang Qingyuan asked Yang Guo to punish him for copying, his thoughts became clear, and he explained.

"His master is Li Taibai, one of the thirteen famous swords, and one of the best fishers in the East China Sea."

"Sister Liu is actually a famous sword inheritor, no wonder she is so powerful!!"

"Is it great?"

"You are amazing without Master!"

"yes?!"

"Of course! Then... can I copy it less!"

"...Of course not!"

Two figures, one big and one small, drifted away in the wind and snow, and the soldiers and horses behind them also walked slowly all the way.

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It will be New Year's Eve in five days.

In the past five years, Yang Qingyuan either returned to Wudang to celebrate the New Year, or worked overtime in the Imperial Academy.

"My lord, the rich merchants in the county want to hold a banquet on New Year's Eve, and invite you to the Manyue Tower!" Zhao Jianfeng said to Yang Qingyuan with an invitation in his hand.

Yang Qingyuan glanced at it, then threw it aside casually, "Reject it! I already have arrangements for New Year's Eve."

Zhao Jianfeng was puzzled.

"At noon on New Year's Eve, I will personally entertain all my colleagues in Pingshan County."

"My lord?!" Zhao Jianfeng was a little apprehensive. In the past, his subordinates invited the superiors to dinner, but Yang Qingyuan turned the other way around and wanted to entertain the entire Pingshan County colleagues.

"It doesn't matter, you just inform me. As for the evening, I promised Mrs. Liu that I will be a guest at their house, and I won't be with you."

Aunt Liu is a refugee who fled to Pingshan County. Her wife, son, and daughter-in-law all lost their bones because the ice surface cracked when they crossed the river.Only she and her two granddaughters, one big and one small, were left behind. The eldest was sixteen years old, and the youngest was only three years old. They were also poor people among the refugees.

After Yang Qingyuan resettled the refugees, the two women, the old and the young, stood up and became the backbone of the women among the refugees.

Whether it is cooking for the workers or learning how to make cotton clothes, the two are the first batch. When actively cooperating with the work, they also persuaded other refugee women to work together.

Yang Qingyuan also needs such a person to lead the female workers. Afterwards, these female workers will also set up cotton garment workshops. They really need people to lead.

Yang Qingyuan originally planned to enroll Aunt Liu and her eldest granddaughter among the scribes in Pingshan County, and work for women among refugees.

But soon Yang Qingyuan remembered his main job, the prime minister of Dali Temple.

With the right to supervise the world's gangs, Yang Qingyuan had a better idea.

Under the guidance and support of Yang Qingyuan, the Pingshan County Women's Federation was established.

In terms of nature, it can be regarded as a legally organized gang that has been registered and approved by Dali Temple.

"Your Excellency devotes himself to government affairs, and the lower officials admire him."

"I'm in a different place. It's the same wherever I spend New Year's Eve. These days, take care of the things at hand. You don't need to be on duty at the Yamen on New Year's Eve. Spend more time with your family!"

"My lord, there seems to be something wrong..." During such a catastrophe, although the imperial court did not expressly stipulate it, according to the usual practice, ordinary officials would sit in the mansion to prevent emergencies.

Yang Qingyuan raised his right hand lightly, preventing Zhao Jianfeng from continuing to speak.

"Official affairs can be handled at any time, but there is only one on New Year's Eve, and your house is not far from the county office. If something really happens, it doesn't hurt to inform you."

And in today's Pingshan County, although there are 13 victims, the government has handled it properly and the victims are stable.

With the arrival of food in batches, there is no shortage of food in Pingshan County for the time being, and the city defense army and the police officers are constantly patrolling. The law and order in Pingshan County can be said to have never been better, and there are indeed not many things. Zhao Jianfeng needs to keep watching.

"By the way, how is the preparation of the raw pork I sent people to buy?"

"My lord, I bought [-] pigs and [-] sheep directly from a squire outside the city of Pingshan County. In addition to buying from various places, I now have [-] pigs and [-] sheep."

"Allocate [-] pigs and sheep each, and distribute them to the guards of the city defense army, the six gates, and even the county government. Everyone has worked hard during the snowstorm this year! The salary of the twelfth lunar month is doubled! It is hard money for everyone!"

Yang Qingyuan is very generous, whether it is to the victims or to his subordinates.

At its root, it is naturally because the money does not need to be paid by him or the court.

The previous behavior of grain merchants in Pingshan County to manipulate grain prices put a knife on their heads, and Yang Qingyuan could use this knife to kill them at any time.

So in order to save their lives, the grain merchants became worried about the country and donated generously.

A total of 3000 taels of charity was raised for disaster relief.

This amount of money was not a small amount, and the gentry of Pingshan County also donated 8000 taels in order to please the new prefect.

The 1000 taels of silver made Pingshan County's disaster relief work more manageable.

And the money for buying pigs and sheep and bonuses is also paid from here.

After finishing the last batch of affairs, Zhao Jianfeng also got up and went back to the mansion, while Yang Qingyuan directly lived in the back office of the county office.

He didn't stay in Pingshan County for long, so he didn't buy real estate in Pingshan County.

Shen Bao, Xiao Tao and Xiao Yang Guo who came with him also live here, which can be regarded as the welfare of the local administrative officials from the imperial court.

Zhao Jianfeng could have lived in the county government office originally, but he was originally from Changshan County. He bought real estate in this county city, so he did not live in the county government office.

Yang Qingyuan returned to Hou Ya, young Yang Guo was waving the tasseled spear in his hand, with the assistance of Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu, after a few days, Yang Guo has practiced the basic marksmanship well.

"Good practice!"

After Yang Guo accepted the move, Yang Qingyuan praised that he has made such progress in just a few days, and he should be said to be worthy of being the protagonist.

"Mao Gong, Chinese New Year is coming soon, you and Uncle Shen will go to the streets tomorrow to have a look and buy some new clothes, if you don't agree, then find someone to make a few."

"New Year..."

Yang Guo, who was still in high spirits, had a gloomy look in his eyes when he heard about the Chinese New Year.

In the past, during the Chinese New Year, the mother was still there.