This Is an Official

Shen Li was assigned to be the county magistrate in the poorest county in the country. My predecessor was hanged at the yamen gate. There are thirty-seven taels in the account. The well water is salty, the roads are broken, bandits, grain merchants, and local snakes all occupy their own areas, but no one thinks this is a good thing. Shen Li flipped through the account book and closed it. "Capable." Three hundred tough bandits in Heifeng Village have been entrenched on the top of the mountain for more than ten years. He went up to the mountain to negotiate a business: You are no longer bandits, you are the Anping road protection team. Going down the mountain, there are wages, fields, and graves to bury. Grain merchants stockpile grain but not sell it? He set up a porridge shed in the east of the city, one pot after another. As more and more refugees gather, the walls of the granary become hotter and hotter. Finally, the grain merchant came to him himself: "Master Shen, I will donate." Later, Chen Shouxin flipped through the ledger from beginning to end and finally understood - from the first day this person took office, everyone's path had been mapped out in advance. This is not a story about honest officials fighting corrupt officials. This is a gamble that looks for live accounts in old ledgers and ties everyone's interests to the same rope. "Don't close the ladder yet. Just in case I need it someday." - Shen Li