[Farming management + court case settlement + small rivers and lakes + group portrait growth + relaxed leisure]
I have been living in an urban village for half my life, talking about fists, face, and repaying debts.
When he opened his eyes, he became the acting magistrate of Yunxi County, the poorest county in the Dayong Dynasty.
There was only one bag of chaff left in the official warehouse, thirty-seven cents in the county treasury, and the canals had been drying for three years. The people of the two villages were carrying hoes and preparing to fight.
The superiors only gave him one year: the county rolls could not be rebuilt within one year, Yunxi would withdraw from the county, the people would leave together, and the county seal would be taken back.
I don't know how to memorize the law or write official documents. I only know street rules.
Whoever takes action first will pay first; whoever wants to exchange a warehouse of grain for the county's water rights, I will dismantle his plan first; whoever owes the people a way to live, I will let him pay back one by one.
If there is no money, I will ask for it. If there is no food, I will borrow it. There was no water, so I took the two villages together to repair it.
Nine households were without registration, so I first asked them to plant a field of vegetables. If the county seal was not available, I would write every bucket of grain and every job done clearly on the paper.
I don't want to be a blue-sky master.
I just want to protect the people on this territory so that they can have food to eat, work to do, and a voice to express their grievances.
When a gangster becomes an official, the first thing he should do is not to love the people as his own children.
Let the whole county survive this year first.
