When Pingluo arrived at the county hall, it was the day after the Shangshi Festival.

The Shangsi Festival was originally a marriage festival in ancient times, and it is about the same as the custom of "meeting on Raole Water with the spring moon in the season, drinking swallows, and then cooperating" that is still practiced in Xianbei and Karasuma to this day. Later, with the enlightenment of civilization and the progress of marriage customs, the meaning of this verse changed. First, it became a festival of cultivation to bathe at the water's edge to pray for blessings; Since the previous generation, metaphysics prevailed, the scholars indulged in the landscape, paid attention to the beauty of nature, in order to express their feelings, the festival purpose of this festival to eliminate the disaster was then replaced by the joy and entertainment, and the time was determined to be March 3 of each year, regardless of whether the day was a day or not, it has become one of the grandest festivals of this dynasty.

On this day, from the princes, down to the common people, and thousands of empty alleys, all to the waterside of the residence, bustling, singing, dancing, or walking; It was the woman, who drank and had fun in the curtain of the display, and led the light young man who passed by to wander.

Although Longdi is located on the frontier, the customs of this festival are no different from those in the mainland.

Yesterday, at the invitation of the local scholars, Xin Er, Fu Qiao, Song Pian and the officials of the county government went out to the river outside the city to "have fun with the people" and play for a long time.

At that time, at the suggestion of Song Pian, everyone "came to the clear stream, flew the feathers", and made their favorite "Qushui Liuzhen" play.

In a beautiful clear stream lingering, including Zhang Jin and his son, more than 10 people sit beside the water, with wine glasses to hold wine, mixed with eggs, red dates, all placed in the clear stream, watch its load sink and float, stop at whom, who is drinking, eating, and at the same time chanting poems.

Xin Er read less poetry in his previous life, he didn't know much poetry, and even fewer were used in waterside scenes and contemporary literary styles. And picking up the previous memories of this life, there are very few poems that come out,—— but the Xin family does not win with literature, and the loyal and righteous Agua who died of the Savior has little interest in literature, and he reads diligently every day, and the only one who learns "Zuo Chuan" is just his own family.

Because of this, it is extremely difficult to deal with.

If he didn't already have a general understanding of Song Pian's temperament, Xin Er would have suspected that he was deliberately trying to make himself ugly.

Zhang Jin, Zhang Daojiang, Song Pian, Fu Qiao, etc., either chanted other people's masterpieces, or wrote poems on the spot, what "feather buds ride the waves, and the eggs return with the flow", what "floating eggs to cover the water, sprinkle the dark mash in the middle river", all of them are brilliant; Even Shi Liang, who has a high nose and green eyes, can chant casually, easily.

Xin Er seriously doubted whether they had prepared in advance, and while regretting their carelessness and not holding on to Buddha feet temporarily, they racked their brains and struggled to cope.

Fortunately, the wine cup and other things that flowed in front of him were not many times, otherwise he would really have to run out of food, and he had to say "bathing, dancing, and returning".

The situation at that time was so embarrassing that until the time of meeting Pingluo, Xin Er had not been able to fully recover his mood.

Looking at Pingluo with pigtails, Xin Er remembered his days in Huzhong last year.

For some reason, a thought suddenly popped into him, and he felt that although he was worried all day long, those days seemed to be more comfortable than now.

In the present days, on the surface, he is an official residence, supervises the military of the three counties, and is in charge of Jiankang, which is admittedly young and noble; can be implemented, but it is a member of the administrative council, like a quagmire, and it is difficult to walk.

In the two months since he took office, under the strict orders of Ling Hu, Fu Qiao's fate has been a lesson, and Xin Er wants to open up the situation as soon as possible and complete the matter of "collecting Hu" as soon as possible, but it is actually contrary to his wishes.

Outside, it is impossible to make Pan Dan and Duya, who have their own thoughts, willing to obey their fate; Zhang Daojiang, who was proud of his own clan's voice, was contemptuous and disrespectful, and Zhang Daojiang even brushed his sleeves in the hall! Song Pian and Fu Qiao, two right-hand men, another one can't move, and the other has no real talent.

There is heavy pressure, and both in and outside the county, it is extremely unpleasant; When you go out of the city to play, you have to struggle to deal with the romantic habits of the soldiers.

There are all kinds of things, not to mention the anxiety, it is inevitable to be depressed.

This is the government affairs of "collecting Hu", the civil affairs of one county, and the military of three counties, is it difficult to do so far?

Xin Er couldn't help but compare himself with Linghu Feng.

It has only been more than two months since Linghu Feng usurped the throne, but how can he properly clean up the court and place of the entire Dingxi Kingdom?

He had to wonder, could it be that his ability was not enough?

But he also had a vague feeling that this seemed to have little to do with ability, as if his own governance methods had been missed.

Without the guidance of a good teacher, although Xin Er realized the problem, he had no solution for a while.

Pingluo saluted, and couldn't wait for Xin Er to ask him to sit down, muttering suspiciously, and quietly raising his eyes to peek.

Xin Er sat on the couch in a daze, absent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Huang Rong coughed.

Xin Er came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Please take a seat." ”

Pingluo respectfully thanked him and took a seat.

"I had to migrate more than 100 people, I thought that your father would choose a hundred people to come to the county, but I didn't expect to send you."

Pingluo replied: "'Migrating Hu to set up a city' is a major matter that the Ming Duke is concerned about, and the family is very concerned, and he does not dare to be a little neglectful of Hu Luo who migrates inside, so he used the suggestion of his despised brother Yuanguang to specially send Xiao Hu into the county." ”

Xin Er said in his heart: "Is it Qu Yuanguang's suggestion?" 'Care' is true, but for the sake of care, I'm afraid that it's not because I 'care', but because I'm afraid that when I set up a town in the future, I won't let your father be the head of the city, so I sent you here to be a person and an eye and ears, and always observe the situation, right? He smiled and said, "Your father's loyalty to the court, I will write to the court and give it to the king." He asked Pingluo, "How many people have you brought to the county?" ”

"From more than twenty riders, seven or eight slaves."

"Are you going to stay in Lejun, or are you going to the ranch?"

There are too few internal migrations, and there is no need for Pingluo, the "chief official", to go to the ranch to take office, and it is okay to stay in Lechuan temporarily.

"The county is full of humanities, celebrities and celebrities, Xiaohu lives in the wild all the year round, there are not many opportunities to come to the county government, secretly admire, want to be immersed in morality, if the Ming Duke allows, Xiaohu wants to live in the county for a while."

He was so literate that Xin Er reminded him of the great Confucian who lived in seclusion on the north bank of the weak water, in the valley, and asked, "I heard that you once studied from the Yin Master?" ”

"Yes, when Xiaohu was young, he tasted the Yin Master and benefited a lot."

The "Yin Master" is the great Confucian, the famous elephant. The Yin clan is the crown family of Longzhou. When he was young, he was studious, and he traveled to various places when he was young, and worshiped He Qia, a Confucian who lived in seclusion in Dongshan, Zhangye County, as a teacher, and devoted himself to studying, proficient in scriptures and righteousness. After He Qia's death, Yin Xiang guarded filial piety for three years, inherited the teacher's business, stayed away from the counties where Qing talked about the flourishing county, went to the valley to dig grottoes, set up a museum to give lectures, and wrote books and talks.

It is not good for the way of Lao Zhuang, and there are many scholars who want to learn from the scriptures to worship him.

Many years ago, Linghu sent an envoy to invite him to go out of the mountain as an official, but he politely declined; After Linghu Feng ascended the throne, he sent someone to summon him, but he was still refused.

Linghu Feng invited people who couldn't move, Xin Er asked himself if there was no play, and took a step back, even if there was a play, he didn't dare to invite, so since he arrived, except for sending someone to give a gift to Yin Xiang and greeting him respectfully, he has never bothered him.

Xin Er is very respectful of this kind of mellow Confucianism who is devoted to the study of the world and is not affected by the flashy atmosphere, and asked Pingluo a lot of things when he was studying, and sighed: "Gargle stone to sharpen teeth, pillow flow to wash ears." The one who aspires to the pine and cypress is talking about people like Yin Master. ”

While he was talking, a servant came from outside and presented a letter.

Huang Rong went to the door of the hall and grabbed it and presented it to Xin Er.

A few days ago, Bal Lian Fan returned in embarrassment, and Xin Er learned about Fan Dan's infighting in Jiuquan County, and sent him a letter asking him for details; But it was Dan's reply.

Pingluo said goodbye.

From him came to enjoy not only the horsemen and slaves, but also ten good horses, with "milk skin", that is, the cream of cheese; Before coming, if Ba Ruo could explain to him, half of it was dedicated to Xin Er, and half was given to Zhang Jin. While it was still early, he decided to go to Zhang's house.

Waiting for Pingluo to leave, Xin Er Zhanxin watched.

The letter is very short, there is nothing dry, and what is said is what Xin Er knows.

Yan Dan's tone is very full, removing the clichés and rhetoric of the language, and what he says throughout is actually the same meaning: tell Xin Er not to talk too much, just worry about Jiankang County, just wait to see him succeed. It's a sure win.

was already depressed, but after reading Fan Dan's letter, he became more and more unhappy.

Thinking of what I heard from Zhang Jin and them yesterday, a monk named Daozhi called on the people of the county to raise funds to build grottoes and Buddha statues, and the momentum was not small, and there were also people in Jiuquan and other counties involved, Xin Er asked Huang Rongdao: "In this county and Jiuquan, how many people believe in Buddhism?" ”

"Not a few."

The lives of the people are poor, and what kind of caves and statues are being made, which consumes people's wealth and people's strength, Xin Er disagrees with it from the bottom of his heart, but this is a spontaneous behavior of the people, and many local scholars and surnames participate, so he is not good at stopping it, shook his head, and did not speak again.

Instead of dispelling his doubts, Dan's reply deepened his fears.

Xin Er thought about going to the yard for a stroll and let off a sulk.

Throwing Dan's letter on the table, he stood up and asked casually: "Jing Huan, the monarch of Fan Mansion is governing the county, what is the wind review?" ”

"That's it."

Huang Rong knew that although Xin Er and Fan Dan had only met once, the two did not deal with each other, and the tone of his answer was disdainful.

"Look at the white office, look at the white office." Xin Er muttered, bypassing the desk and going down to the hall.

He said in his heart: "Diligence is regarded as vulgar; Looking at the white office, it is known as having a great future. Today's scholars, if Zhang Jin, Zhang Daojiang, Fu Qiao, Song Pian and other generations, yesterday's wandering, side recruitment, and full of learning, are not ignorant and shallow, but how can they praise 'Wangbai' and belittle diligence? ”

Walking to the front of the hall, Xin Er put on silk shoes, was about to go out, and saw outside, the courtyard was full of green trees, and the pavilions in the distance were layered.

As if blessed to his soul, he suddenly thought of a word: "from a high house".

He said to himself, "No. Today's scholars are by no means ignorant of common sense! The words 'Wangbai and empty' should have another meaning. Huo Ran understood and thought, "Yes." 'From a high vantage point' and 'outline', this must be the true meaning of the empty department! ”

Zhang Daojiang advised him several times not to bow down to everything, saying that "I want to be empty", so as to be an official.

Xin Er disagreed with this, thinking that this was the vanity of today's bad wind, and at this time he suddenly realized that the words "Wangbai Empty" really made sense.

Of course, it is not that "not doing things" is reasonable, but that the original meaning of the four words "looking at the white office is empty" is reasonable.

What is "looking at the white office"?

It was not meant to be a vegetarian meal; It's not the kind that Zhang Daojiang understands, "If you don't do things, you are noble."

Although the scholars nowadays have all kinds of problems, they still have basic political literacy and judgment on the quality of governance, and it is impossible to regard failure to do things as praise.

At this time, Xin Er realized that the original meaning of the four words "Wangbai is empty" should refer to "outline and lead".

In other words, it is a "major policy".

The ancients said that "if you are not in your position, you will not seek your government".

The imperial court set up so many levels of officials, and each level of officials had its own corresponding duties.

As the prefect, the prefect, the prefect, the prefect, the governor, and even the sovereign, their duties are different from those of the lower officials.

No matter how big or small, all of them are handled personally, and they are not necessarily good officials.

Just like the current situation, it cannot be said that it is impossible to be dedicated, it cannot be said that it is not necessary, but the results are unsatisfactory.

So what should a good chief do?

It should be like Linghu Feng, or like Pan Dan, grasp the policy, formulate the policy, and then hand it over to the subordinates to implement.

Just like Linghu Feng's "Hu receptacle" policy, after he set the policy and handed it over to Xin Er, he no longer asked, and almost never asked him about the specific handling details.

Another example is Pan Dan, although Huang Rong's evaluation of Pan Dan is disdainful, but Fan Dan has served as a county, but he often receives superior evaluations, and he governs Jiuquan in an orderly manner.

Xin Er was so engrossed in his thoughts that he forgot his actions, stepped out of the hall with one foot, stayed in the hall with one foot, and stood in a daze for a while.

Huang Rong didn't know what he was doing, and said in his heart: "Why is it not right for the past two days, the official business is too heavy, are you tired?" From time to time, I get in a daze. He coughed twice.

Xin Er laughed, slapped his thighs, called Huang Rong closer, and said, "Pick two bottles of good wine, send them to Jiuquan, and ask Fan Fujun to taste them." ”

Huang Rong was inexplicable, and he didn't know why he had to send wine to Yan Dan again, and guessed as a matter of course: "Did Fan Fujun say something in the letter that he didn't like to hear?" But looking at Ming Gong's appearance, he is very happy, not like annoyed. "Respectfully promised.

After figuring out this verse, Xin Er had no intention of going out for a walk again, turned back to the hall, sat down again, and fell into deep thought with his chin in his hands.

Recognizing the deviations and mistakes in his approach to governance, he was anxious to make changes.

But then comes the problem.

In the face of the current situation, what should he use as a major policy?

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