On the streets of Changping County in the evening, a young man leading an old mule walked slowly.

The mule carried a burden on his back, Wang Shouren, who was holding the reins, had a hat hanging on his back, a coarse cloth robe stained with mud, and the corners of his clothes were still tucked into the waistband of his trousers, and his feet in torn cloth shoes were stepping on the street, and the four hooves of the mule were also stepping on the street, and he was panting from his nose to the nose with deep exhaustion.

The gate of Changping Zhizhou Yamen is already close at hand.

Looking inside from the tall gate, it is a tall flagpole, followed by the huge middle gate, the yamen is lit up everywhere, and the light from the yamen is reflected all the way to the outside of the gate, and the plaque on the lintel is also bright - Changping Zhizhou Mansion.

The high eaves, the gate, the eight-character wall, the flagpole and the large flat all reveal the atmosphere of the official office.

Dressed in coarse cloth clothes, Wang Shouren, dressed as a peasant man, looks out of place in such a place.

Coupled with the old mule, it is even more eye-catching.

"Stand!" When the officers and soldiers guarding the gate saw such a person approaching, they immediately stopped him, "Where did you come from, Diao Min!" Can't you see that this is the Zhizhou Daya! ”

Wang Shouren did not stop, and only then stopped when he approached, and then unhurriedly untied the burden on the mule's back, took out the official appointment of the official department from it, and handed it over.

The official was obviously illiterate, holding the official and looking left and right, he couldn't recognize the words on it, but he only knew the vermilion official seal, but he could look at this person dressed as a peasant, but he really couldn't associate this person with the official master.

But whether this big seal is forged or not, he can't tell, and he took the official seal to look with the rest of the officials, several illiterate people got together and studied for a while, and the official handed the official back to Wang Shouren, although he was still not sure, but his attitude softened, "I don't know which yamen is the lord?" ”

Wang Shouren put the official in his shirt, "The new governor of Changping Prefecture, Wang Shouren." ”

Hearing only the words of the new governor, the heads of several officials guarding the gate buzzed, who in the entire Changping Prefecture did not know that there was a governor who had not yet taken office and lost it.

They all speculated that something had happened to the governor.

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Seeing that several officials were stunned on the spot as if they were stupid, Wang Shouren frowned slightly, and immediately turned around and took off the burden from the mule's back and put it on his shoulder, handed the reins to one of the officials, and threw down a sentence, "Take care of my mule." ”

Then he strode into the gate of the Zhizhou office.

At this stage, Changping Prefecture is densely packed with factory guards, and hundreds of spies are about to go crazy, and they have issued a death order from above, and they must search for Wang Shouren's traces, and they must see people alive and corpses when they die.

But after searching for so many days, there was no trace of it, and it is said that Wang Shouren was wearing a moon-white Confucian robe that day and riding a blue-maned horse.

So I made a special trip to search for people wearing moon-white Confucian robes, or to search for blue-maned horses, and found a lot of moon-white Confucian robes, and a few blue-maned horses were also found, but none of them could match the number.

I searched all these places, such as inns and inns, brothels in green houses, restaurants and gambling houses, but found nothing.

From time to time, orders came down, urging the governor to find it quickly, and saw that at the twilight of this day, the day passed quietly.

Wen Yanshi, who was in charge of the factory guards, waited in the stronghold, waiting for the scattered factory guards to come back and report the news, and he had no hope for this.

The first two days were still very much looking forward to it, with the news that I heard a subordinate report that he would find someone, but every day he found nothing, and under the disappointment again and again, he despaired.

It didn't take long for a famous factory guard to open the door and come in, these people were dressed in different costumes, some were dressed as scholars, some were dressed as businessmen, and some were like crop farmers.

One of them came in and shouted breathlessly, "My lord, I have found it, Governor Wang. Found it."

Hearing this, the Wen Yiwei of the brocade guard doubted his hearing for a while, and his face showed an expression of disbelief, but his body seemed to be instinctive, and he stood up straight, "Found it?" Where is it! ”

"Now I am in Changping Zhizhou Yamen."

At this time, the news of Wang Shouren's arrival at the Changping Zhizhou Yamen had spread, and I heard that Governor Wang, who had disappeared for nearly a month, had come to take up his post, and all the officials in Changping Prefecture were caught off guard.

In the side hall of the yamen, Wang Shouren sat on a chair, holding a piece of dough cake in his hand and eating it little by little, still wearing the style of a peasant man.

Is this the Governor?

It can't be someone else's pretend, right?

Who's governor looked like this, with a hat and straw hat hanging from his back, and a coarse cloth shirt with mud dots on it, the corners of his shirt tucked in the waistband of his trousers, his trouser legs rolled up high, and a pair of torn cloth shoes.

It was really broken, and the big toe of the right foot was exposed outside the cloth shoe.

To say that this is the governor, that is, to say that the sky has broken down, no one believes it.

But looking at that calm and relaxed look, there was Zheng Zonglun of Changping Zhizhou sitting next to him, presumably having already checked his identity, everyone had to believe that this peasant man was the new governor, and they all stepped forward to salute.

After waiting for more than an hour, it was not until it was getting dark that all the officials of the four counties under the jurisdiction of Changping Prefecture finally arrived.

At this time, Wang Shouren got up, carried his baggage and went behind the screen, and when he came out again, he had already changed into an official uniform.

At this moment, the crop man disappeared and became an official master, wearing this clothes, the whole person seemed to have official authority.

And all the officials seemed to have a tacit understanding, and saluted Wang Shouren again, "The lower officials have seen the governor!" ”

Wang Shouren snorted, and said slowly: "Benfu has just arrived in your land, and I will depend on you in the future." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, we rely on adults to be."

"If the lord has orders, the subordinate dares to disobey the order."

The crowd responded, and Wang Shouren was silent for a moment, and then said: "Since you all have this heart, Ben Fu has also let go of this heart, now let's go to the lobby to discuss the matter." ”

Seeing that he was about to go to the meeting, Zheng Zonglun, the governor of Changping, said with a smile: "Governor Wang, it's getting late at this time, why don't you let me wait for you to pick up the wind and wash the dust, and wait until tomorrow to discuss the matter." ”

"No need, it's been delayed for nearly a month, it's better to discuss it as soon as possible. Besides, we've already eaten food. ”

Speaking of which, the rest of the people didn't have anything to say, this Governor Wang still knew that he had been delayed for more than a month, who knew what he had done this month.

However, when he remembered the tragic outfit before, no one asked, for fear of evoking bad memories of the governor.

(End of chapter)