Duan Geng and his entourage entered Beixian County with several truckloads of grain.

"These damn plague ghosts, how can they eat so much!" A small official in the household department scolded dissatisfiedly while registering in the register.

The leader of the soldiers ordered people to unload a few carts of grain, but he was embarrassed to say nothing. The waste under his command insisted on eating the grain that could last for more than ten days in three days, so now he has to send the grain over, and of course the people in the household department are not happy.

After all, the "extra grain" is also a considerable amount if converted into silver taels. These wastes blocked the financial path of the new Shangshu, and also caused him to lose face in front of the people in the household department... Someday they will clean them up.

After unloading the grain, Duan Geng took the officials and the other two prefects to each household to conduct an in-depth investigation in order to better register and count the number of people left after the disaster.

"This is the mansion of the former governor of Beixian County." The prefect of Zhou County is diligent and authentic, and the prefect of Beixian County has lost his life in this flood, and this mansion is unattended.

"Duan Shangshu, here, please be careful, the ground is still a little slippery." The prefect of Yuanxian County flattered the authentic, nodded and almost knelt on the ground to make a stepping stone for Duan Geng.

The prefect of Zhou County glanced at him contemptuously and sneered in his heart. In an instant, he smiled at Duan Gengdui and said, "Duan Shangshu, I have been to this Beixian Prefect's Mansion two or three times, and I still remember it vividly, Xia Guan will take you around?" ”

"It's fine." Duan Geng said lightly on the surface, but in his heart he enjoyed this feeling of hugging each other very much.

The prefect of Yuanxian County didn't care about the small advantage of the prefect of Zhou County, but smiled "hehe" and said with some surprise: "Prefect Zhou, that's really a coincidence." The subordinate official of this mansion has also come, and the subordinate sister's sister is married to the prefect of Beixian County as a concubine, so he hurts the subordinate sister..."

As if he was talking about the sad place, he couldn't help choking, raised his sleeve and pressed the corner of his eye: "Xiaguan's sister who has a hard life... God just can't see people, otherwise how could he start a flood well? ”

What the? His sister is the concubine of the prefect of Beixian? Duan Geng has already made comparisons in his heart. He gently patted the shoulder of the prefect of Yuanxian County, and said with a little sadness: "It's all fate, brother, don't be too sad, after all, people can't be resurrected after death." ”

Big brother? The prefect of Zhou County didn't look good on his face.

The prefect of Yuanxian County was overjoyed, and hurriedly responded: "Hey, hey, Duan Shangshu is right, people can't be resurrected after death." ”

Duan Geng dared to call himself old brother, but he didn't dare to call the word "younger brother" back. However, since the balance in Duan Geng's heart has tilted towards him, it seems that this matter has to be discussed, and he has to show sincerity...

But where is this sincerity hidden? He must find out before the prefect of Zhou County, this is a major event related to his career! If you curry favor with this new Shangshu, the sycophants will go smoothly, not to mention whether it is possible to include Beixian County in your own county, even if there is any beauty difference in the DPRK and China in the future, Duan Shangshu can give priority to remembering himself It is better than being a small prefect.

Thinking of this, the prefect of Yuanxian County thought even harder. He vaguely remembered that his sister seemed to mention that there was a small secret compartment in the prefect's house in Beixian County...

However, which sister is he who is married to the prefect of Beixian? Eleventh sister? Or thirteen sisters... That's it, it's not important now, it's important to find the dark grid.

"The two prefects, please." Duan Geng smiled, "Let's take business first." ”

"Lord Shangshu, please." The prefect of Zhou County glared at the prefect of Yuan County as if he was warning.

"Lord Shangshu, please." The prefect of Yuanxian County followed, pretending not to see the eyes from him.

"Humph!" I don't know what to do, let's walk towards it. Zhou Xian snorted angrily, flicked his sleeves, and hurriedly followed.

...

"This prefect of Beixian County has always been a vassal and elegant person." The prefect of Zhou County led a few people to the study of the former prefect, and when he opened the door of the study, a heavy musty smell came to his face.

Duan Geng frowned slightly, but when he saw the dazzling array of rare antiques in the study, this unpleasantness naturally dispersed with the wind.

This North County Governor is indeed a person who knows how to enjoy life. The large bookcase, bookcase, piano table, everything in the room, the ink inkstone on the case is even more elegant and exquisite, and the Zen chair by the window...

He paced forward with his hands in his hands, and within a few steps he kicked something under his feet. Looking down, it turned out to be a picture scroll. Just as he was about to squat down and pick it up, the two prefects who were as attentive as hair next to him had already leaned down first, and the prefect of Yuan County was one step faster than the prefect of Zhou County.

"Lord Prefect." Presented to Duan Geng with both hands, the prefect of Yuan County smiled.

"Oh, there's work." Pulling off the rope of the scroll, Duan Geng slowly opened it. A picture of Chang'e running to the moon was presented in front of several people little by little, Duan Geng's heart tightened, and he couldn't help but stare with bated breath.

What a beautiful Chang'e, such delicate painting skills, such a special drawing paper! After soaking in the water for several days, not only was the scroll not soaked into a pile of paper slag like an ordinary scroll, but even the lifelike Chang'e on the painting was not affected at all, and the ink on it did not fade at all.

What's more, when I got close to my nose and smelled it, I also emitted a faint sandalwood fragrance...

Strange things, strange things!

...

"Duan Shangshu, Xia Guan suddenly remembered that Xia Guan talked about Shang Shu with the prefect of Bei County one day." The prefect of Zhou County said with a smile, successfully making Duan Geng's reluctant gaze on the painting move to him.

"Oh? Really? I don't know what to talk about this official? Duan Geng also smiled, but the smile was a little faint. What he was referring to was talking about him before he was promoted to Shangshu - Duan Shilang.

"He once said that Duan Shilang that day was not an ordinary person, sooner or later, he will jump over the dragon gate and rise to prominence one day, but he has a high opinion of you." Zhou County Road, secretly sighed in his heart. If he hadn't been promoted to the position of Shangshu, who would know which onion he Duan Geng was, talk about it? It's a waste of saliva, isn't it.

The prefect of Yuanxian County sneered, this week the county has been an official for several years, why can't he suddenly look at people's faces? Didn't you find that Duan Geng was a person who didn't want to mention the past?

Okay, he'll see how he makes a fool of himself.

"Oh, yes? Ha ha. Of course, Duan Geng didn't believe it, smiled perfunctorily, turned his gaze back to the painting, and gently rubbed the barefoot figure on the painting. This painting is really beautiful, look at the fineness and peculiarity of the materials, and the value must be very high.

Of course, the official sentence is true. The prefect of Beixian County also said that if he could see Lord Duan one day, he would definitely make friends with a cheeky face and prepare a generous gift. The prefect of Zhou County said, raising his eyebrows and looking at the painting in front of him.

"Could it be that this is the gift that the prefect of Beixian County once prepared for Duan Shangshu?" The prefect of Yuan County took over and sang and harmonized with the prefect of Zhou County, implying that Duan Gengke had peace of mind and took it for himself.

You're interested! The prefect of Zhou County secretly said in his heart, and glanced at him with a smile.

"Oh?" Duan Geng's words rose at the end of his words, and the word "oh" this time was obviously very different from the word "oh" in front of him, revealing a little joy.

"In this case, Duan Shangshu should not let down the heart of the prefect of Beixian County, so as not to leave regrets under his Jiuquan." The prefect of Zhou County said, which means that there is no proof of death anyway.

"It's okay, heh, then the official is disrespectful." Duan Geng said with a smile, gently rolled up the painting like a treasure, and handed it to the little official behind him.

"Ah, Duan Shangshu, look at this ink inkstone..."The prefect of Yuanxian County stepped forward and gently blew away the dust on it—the water receded not long ago, where did the dust come from.

"Xiaguan also recognizes this, this is the most famous Yunmo inkstone in the capital." Zhou Xian explained behind him, don't look at it as inconspicuous, this inkstone can be sold for five hundred taels of silver.

"According to the opinion of the lower officials, this ink inkstone is very suitable for Duan Shangshu." Yuanxian wiped the inkstone over and over again with his sleeve to make sure that there was no smudge, and then handed it over.

"Xia Guan thinks so too." Zhou County prefect Road, along the horse's ass.

Villain! The prefect of Yuanxian County widened.

Each other! The prefect of Zhou County was also not angry.

"Well, since that's the case, the official has also accepted it cheekily." Duan Geng said with a smile, and handed the ink inkstone to the little official.

A few people half visited and half played, and the two prefects always had different tricks that could make Duan Geng accept the rare things in the former Beixian prefect, and Duan Geng did not refuse to come.

Why refuse? These are just them borrowing flowers to worship the Buddha, and he pushes the boat along the river.