"Then Wude Street will be handed over to you, Pavilion Chief Zhang. Fang Yun smiled, as if he was really congratulating Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an smiled and said, "Look at how I display my talents, Pavilion Chief Zhang!"

"I'll go to the street kiosk on Jiangjin Street right now and say goodbye. Fang Yun got into the carriage and asked the groom to drive the car, but the groom hesitated a little and waved his whip.

Zhang Jing'an was stunned for a moment, saw the carriage moving slowly, and said loudly: "Why don't you take me there?"

"You and I are both pavilion chiefs, you have to fend for yourself!" Fang Yun's voice came from the carriage.

Zhang Jing'an glared at the carriage in shame, snorted coldly, and said to himself: "Without you, I can still live a good life, just one street! In Jingzhou City, I am also a small snake! Don't think that I don't know what dismount is, I'll go to Nancheng to find my brother and let them help me be the pavilion chief!"

The sun hangs high, making Jingzhou City more lazy in the afternoon.

At the head of Wude Street, there is a two-story building facing the street, and the words 'Wude Du Pavilion' are written at the door of the courtyard.

Although the street pavilion is small, it is equivalent to the jurisdiction of a township or a town, and the degree of wealth and population is more than that of most of the townships, and the authority of the pavilion chief in this prosperous place is great.

The security of the whole street, taxes, conscription, disputes, commerce and civil affairs are all managed by the pavilion chief, and only major matters will be decided by the city guards or the Jingzhou prefect.

In the afternoon, Wude Street is a little deserted, there are not many people coming and going, and noon and night are the most noisy moments of Wude Street.

Old man Gao sat at the door of the street pavilion, napping under the sun, he had been in the Wude Street Pavilion for many years, and he was used to seeing the coming and going of the pavilion chief, and he had also seen a lot of disputes, and everything was indifferent. Even if he heard that he was going to change the pavilion chief today, he didn't care about it as usual. What's more, he got the news that the new pavilion chief was a little special, asking him to talk less and do less.

"Old man, is this the Wude Street Pavilion?" a deliberately bold voice came.

Old man Gao slowly raised his head, facing the sun, squinted his eyes, and looked at the source of the sound.

It was an eleven-year-old doll, followed by seventeen or eighteen people, seven or eighteen years old naughty boy wiping his nose with his sleeve. There are teenagers who are about the same age as the little dolls, there are young people with childish faces but big height, and there are two young people in their thirties and about thirty years old.

Old man Gao only glanced at it, except that he couldn't see the origin of the little doll who took the lead, and immediately judged that these people were from Nancheng, and he could see the identities of these people, some of them were carrying bags at the dock, some were thieves with skillful hands, and some were idlers who were not doing their jobs. There was also a severed hand.

The old man Gao recognized the little leader of the broken hand and the skillful hand, and this kind of little person would inevitably nod when he saw him. After all, he is wearing a messenger uniform, representing the government and the Great Chu State, but today. Old man Gao couldn't see flattery and uneasiness in the eyes of these people, only excitement and raised eyebrows.

The old man, who was accustomed to seeing the wind and waves, did not reply like a stunned head, but stood up. With a smile, he glanced at the leading young man again, although the clothes were old, they were indeed the workmanship of Tianruixiang in the city, and the small family could not buy it with money.

"This young master, what are you doing in Duting?" said the old man Gao.

Without waiting for Zhang Jing'an to speak, a half-grown man behind him said loudly: "From today on, Zhang Jing'an is the pavilion chief of Wude Street, and the whole street will listen to him in the future!" After speaking, the kid sniffed and sniffed, like a transparent worm burrowing into his nostrils.

Zhang Jing'an smiled slightly, without the slightest arrogance, and indifferently took out the documents of the prefect Qiao, and the prefect's print was clearly visible.

Old man Gao was stunned for a moment, and immediately bent down and said with a smile: "Little old man Gong Yingting Pavilion has been waiting for you for a long time, please." ”

Zhang Jing'an nodded proudly and walked towards the house, and the people behind him also wanted to follow in, but the old man Gao stretched out his arm to block everyone.

"This is the street pavilion of the capital of Chu State, and idle people are not allowed to enter. As the old man spoke, his spine straightened, and his eyes were full of arrogance and coldness that made it difficult for everyone to approach.

"Jing'an, he won't let you in!" The sturdy young man with the hemp rope behind him was anxious.

Zhang Jing'an turned around, frowned at the old man Gao, and said, "The new official of the pavilion chief has taken office, and he has found these helpers, what's the matter, the pavilion chief's words are useless?"

Old man Gao stared at Zhang Jing'an's eyes, looked at it for three breaths, and found that Zhang Jing'an did not show the slightest weakness, smiled, and asked, "Pavilion Master, did you really let them in?"

"Is there a problem?" Zhang Jing'an was a little impatient, he didn't want to lose face in front of his friends.

"The little one won't say anything, all the heroes, please!" Old Man Gao took a step back, perhaps because of the backlight, and there were more shadows on his face.

Zhang Jing'an's friends were very happy and followed Zhang Jing'an into it together.

With the help of the prefect's documents, Zhang Jing'an successfully took over the Wude Street Pavilion and soon had a basic understanding of this place.

In addition to the pavilion chief in the Wude Street Pavilion, there are two clerks and four errands, and the old man Gao is one of the four errands.

Wude Street has a large number of people, divided into ten "li", each with a li chief, and has jurisdiction over more than 100 households. If nothing happens, the governor will not come to the street pavilion. The governor is elected by the residents of each province and appointed by the prefectural government, and although he is under the jurisdiction of the pavilion chief, the pavilion chief does not have the power to remove him.

So, Zhang Jing'an took a large group of subordinates and officially settled down in Wude Du Pavilion.

A few days ago, everything was in order, Zhang Jing'an met with the ten lieutenants, as for the governance of the street pavilion, he did what his predecessor did, everything was no different from before.

However, Zhang Jing'an soon heard the news that the pavilion chief of Jiangjin Street was undergoing a drastic innovation, and Jiangjin Street was full of complaints and was extremely happy, so he continued to respond to all changes with the same and be a leisurely pavilion chief.

The time soon entered the end of September, and a sudden piece of paper broke the calm of the Wude Street Pavilion.

"It's all Zhang Longxiang's fault!" Zhang Jing'an looked at the application documents under the Qiao Governor's Mansion, like a pins and needles.

As early as a few days ago, Zhang Jing'an got the news that Yu Shitai launched a fierce attack on him and Fang Yun at the same time, and dozens of recitals appeared on the desk of the King of Chu.

Yu Shitai criticized Fang Yun for building a lot of buildings, working the people and money, and promulgating some unorthodox rules, but also did not let Zhang Jing'an go, and reprimanded Zhang Jing'an for being in the company of snakes and rats, useless and incompetent.

Governor Qiao immediately reprimanded the two as officials in charge, and asked them to write a document to admit their mistakes, otherwise they might be removed from their posts and investigated.

Zhang Jing'an looked at the prefect's documents, uneasy, he didn't expect that he hadn't done anything, and he was also attacked by someone who found an excuse, obviously because of his identity, not what he did.

Zhang Jing'an got up and walked around the room, and finally found that he didn't know how to deal with this matter at all, if he admitted his mistake, it would be equivalent to giving someone a handle, if he didn't admit his mistake, he was likely to be removed from his post and investigated, which meant that he couldn't be an official and lost in advance.

"Let's ask the people in Duting first. Zhang Jing'an immediately summoned the secretary and the officials in the capital pavilion, but no one came up with a good idea, and the old man Gao didn't say a word. (To be continued.) )