Ling Xin'an took a deep breath, and the fresh air made him feel dizzy. This made Ling Xin'an, who had suffered from air pollution, almost think that he was inhaling oxygen, but this oxygen was purer than medical oxygen and was intoxicating.

The sunshine outside the government office was very strong, but it was neither dazzling nor exposed to the sun. It was warm and bright, which calmed down Ling Xin'an's somewhat uneasy heart.

There is no doubt that the government office is located in the main street. At a glance, there are buildings of different sizes standing on both sides of the neat streets, but they are not as full of antique buildings as imagined, and there are more poverty.

scene.

Yes, it is poverty.

It is often said that poverty limits my imagination, and the same is true for Ling Xin'an at this moment. For him, he had witnessed the prosperity of industrial civilization, and often went to see ancient buildings when traveling. At that time, he felt that the houses of ancient people were full of the times.

But today, the word that immediately popped into Ling Xin'an's mind was: poverty.

This is real poverty.

The street is leveled with stones and is only about six meters wide. There are houses of different sizes on the street, most of which are shops. Even though the sun is shining brightly today, looking from the outside, it is actually dark inside.

It was unclear, there were not many pedestrians on the street. As Ling Xin'an and the two police officers walked on the street, more heads popped up in more shops and they were whispering.

Ling Xin'an started walking from the street towards the end of the street step by step. Less than 500 meters away, Ling Xin'an frowned.

It was dirty, and the smell of human and animal excrement rushed straight into the nose. Even though people cleaned the streets every day, the smell was still unacceptable to modern people like Ling Xinan.

On the street, I saw two patrol agents accompanying a young man. The man was handsome, but his face was still a little pale and showed signs of lack of energy and blood.

Ling Xin'an walked slowly under the sun, not disturbing the shops on both sides of the street. No one from the shops on both sides came to greet her. She just looked at Ling Xin'an walking on the street from a distance. Fortunately, there were no people on the street.

Not too many but not enough to leave no one at all.

The length from street to end is less than five miles, which is small for Ling Xin'an, but it's not too bad.

The sanitation on the street is indeed not very good, but it is better than being tidy. There is no business occupying the road or piling up the road. There is not much mess. Except for the garbage disposal area, it is basically at the corner of the street. Under the sun, it is far away.

You can smell the stench.

"Where is Doctor Hua's medical clinic?" Ling Xin'an asked.

Behind me, a police officer immediately said, "Sir, Doctor Hua's Drug Store is on the left-turning path three streets ahead."

"Take me there."

"Yes, my lord."

The policeman walked ahead, and Ling Xin'an followed.

The temperature was not high, so the two detectives walked in front. Their pace was not very fast, but it was still faster than ordinary people. In just a few minutes, Ling Xin'an felt sweat start to form on his forehead.

Ling Xin'an looked at the two people in front of her and didn't seem to notice her situation. They were still speeding up intentionally or unintentionally. It was obvious that they had ulterior motives.

Ling Xin'an smiled and kept up with the pace with sweat on her forehead. When she arrived at Doctor Hua's pharmacy, she found that the distance was not far, only a few hundred meters.

The drug store was deserted at this time. A young boy sitting in front of the counter was taking a nap and did not notice anyone walking towards the door of the store.

Ling Xin'an noticed a couplet in front of the drug store, with the powerful characters "Qian Qiong" hanging on the door.

First couplet: There are countless evils in the world

Second line: The medicine may not cure the disease.

Door plaque:Caoweitang

Ling Xin'an savored the couplet with great interest until the police officer patted the table and said to the young man, "Little doctor, is Doctor Hua here?"

The young man woke up immediately and looked at the policeman in front of him, his immature face suddenly turned red.

He was sleeping secretly during duty hours, but no one noticed it when he arrived, and he was slapped awake directly. If the master found out, he would have been lectured for a while.

"Come back to me, my lord, the master has gone out to seek medical treatment!" the young man said immediately.

The policeman was displeased: "Do you know when you will be back?"

The young man said: "I don't know, the master only comes back after searching."

After saying that, he slightly moved his luggage towards the two of them.

The policeman turned around and said to Ling Xin'an: "Sir, Doctor Hua has gone out to seek medical treatment. The little doctor boy doesn't know when Doctor Hua will come back."

Ling Xin'an then diverted her attention from the couplet, and the young man saw that there was a young master standing behind the two detectives, who they called an adult.

So he is the county government?

The young man immediately ran over and was about to salute.

Ling Xin'an smiled and waved her hand: "No need to salute. I took the liberty to visit Dr. Hua today. Since he is not here, I will come over another day to thank him for his life-saving grace."

The young man's face was red, and he stood there looking a little overwhelmed.

"Since Doctor Hua is not here, I will leave and tell Doctor Hua for me that Ling is grateful!"

After saying that, Ling Xin'an bowed her hands and thanked her, then turned around and left.

Returning to the street again, Ling Xin'an continued towards the end of the street, with the two policemen behind him continuing to follow.

"Are you He Jing? Are you Zou He?" Ling Xin'an said casually while walking on the road.

The policeman behind him on the left was startled when he heard this, but then said: "Yes, sir, the younger one's name is He Jing." He Jing replied.

Zou He next to him also replied in the same way.

The two of them are actually older than Ling Xin'an, both in their mid-twenties.

As Ling Xin'an walked, she asked, "How long has it been since Captain He came to the county government office?"

He Jing: "Sir, the little one has been here for eight years."

"Where are you, Captain Zou?"

Zou He: "Sir, my little one has been nine years old in three months."

Ling Xin'an: "So, you two can be considered local acquaintances. I just want to ask, what are the characteristics of the place under my jurisdiction in Jiangzhou?"

"Features?" He Jing and Zhou He were startled, not knowing why.

"Well, what are the advantages and disadvantages of Jiangzhou?"

After hearing this, the two of them were silent, looking at Ling Xin'an's back, but they were too embarrassed to speak. He Jing started again: "Sir, I think there are some places in Jiangzhou that are better than other places."

Ling Xin'an stopped and looked back at He Jing: "Tell me."

Looking at Master Ling, who was still a stranger even though he had known him for several months, He Jing cleared his throat and said, "Sir, the people in Jiangzhou are simple and honest, and the people are hardworking and capable, and they have a lot of praise for you."

Ling Xin'an sneered: "The people here are simple and honest? What's going on in Wangjia Village?"

He Jing said: "Sir, what happened in Wangjiacun is nothing more than an incident. Compared to the neighboring county, they are not considered a mob."

Ling Xin'an was slightly startled: "How do you say this?"

He Jing cupped his hands and said: "My lord, the world has been at war for a long time. The emperor has to station troops and strengthen the military every year. He must not only work hard to govern, but also regain the country of our great Zhou Dynasty. In recent years, he has taxed the people from twenty to one during the reign of Emperor Wu.

The common people did not have much surplus food during the period, so every autumn harvest was a time for various places to prevent riots, because..."

"Because the people also have to stock up on food for the winter." Ling Xin'an sighed.

"Yes, so there are a lot of people who resist paying grain. No one wants to hand over the grain they have grown for half a year to the court."

Ling Xin'an wondered: "The imperial court only levied two out of ten levies. Most families can survive the early spring. When spring begins, the imperial court begins to distribute spring seeds again. Why are there still people resisting the levy?"

"Sir, you don't know something. This is just an edict issued by the imperial court. As for how the officials below collect taxes, what do you think?" It was Zhou He who spoke.

Ling Xin'an sighed and nodded: "You're right, okay, let's go back home!"

"Zou He, come back to see Director Duan. He Jing, come back to see Mr. Guo and tell him that I have something important to discuss."

He Jing was startled: "Sir?"

Ling Xin'an waved her hand: "I'll go back alone, it'll be fine, don't worry!"

Ling Xin'an didn't believe that even in troubled times, someone would really assassinate the county government on the street.
Chapter completed!