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Chapter 1168 Jinyang Prefecture

Jinyang Prefecture.

The highest-level administrative governorate in the northwest, integrating government administration and military pass.

In recent years, the countries have begun to recuperate as if they had agreed on a plan. Although there have been minor disturbances on the border, there have been no major conflicts, people's lives are peaceful, and the military is not on high alert.

The northwest is not rich in products due to the weather. It is vast and sparsely populated, close to the border, and often has bandits invading the mountains and forests, which is not very friendly to merchants.

Over the years, all the caravans that dared to come to Jinyang Prefecture were large merchants with strong protection capabilities.

Although the abundance of materials is guaranteed to a certain extent, the monopoly mechanism, the quantity of goods and the high prices mean that ordinary people cannot afford them.

The lives of ordinary people have not improved much, the economy cannot maintain a virtuous cycle, and the gap between the north and the south is widening.

The new prefect was transferred from the wealthy south. Faced with such a predicament, he found it difficult to do his job for a while.

It's fine that living conditions have been declining, but the main point is that there is no war at the moment. If he fails to make any political achievements, how many years will he have to stay in office in this remote place?

Can this be tolerated? Definitely not!

For the sake of the future, the prefect boldly sought change and tried a series of policies to promote economic development. One of them was to let the unemployed soldiers form a guard team to protect the merchants.

Just imagine that as long as a small businessman spends a small amount of money, he can have government soldiers guarantee him throughout the process. That would give him a huge sense of security!

Which roving bandit dares to intercept the escort team composed of soldiers?

They want money, not their lives.

A large number of soldiers who have returned from the battlefields on the border have been bored to death and are eager to see some action to show their skills.

If you can't kill the enemy, just capture the bandit, isn't that a piece of cake?

If the bandits on this side beat the small ones, the soldiers on the other side, as ferocious as wolves and tigers, would overwhelm them in the blink of an eye.

That's the bravery of killing the enemy with real swords and guns! How dare you provoke me?

For the sergeants, dispatching people to perform escort missions not only saves them from the boring daily training, gives them a sense of freshness, but also allows them to apply what they have learned from daily training.

The most important thing is money!

No need to spend money to support a bunch of people... I can't say they are eating for free, anyway, they are useless men at the moment. They can also make money to support themselves...

A full man does not know the hunger of a hungry man.

When you are rich, you can easily have thousands of taels of gold in your hands. When you are poor, you have to break a copper coin into eight petals!

I don't know whether it was the prefect's emotional and logical persuasion that moved the admiral in charge of military defense training, or perhaps it was the clinking sound of the pancake that was so tempting.

In short, the new policy was implemented smoothly.

But the scene of a large influx of customers did not appear - the merchants who had suffered from banditry on the road for a long time had no idea of ​​this news at all.

What should I do?

The prefect is also a man of quick mind.

If no one comes, find a way to recruit someone!

Not long after the letter was submitted, Lingzhen Pavilion received an imperial decree to open a branch in Jinyang Prefecture...

The people of Northwest China are rough and unsophisticated. The architecture of Jinyang Prefecture is just like the people, strong and heavy.

But at this moment, the simple and solid city gate is covered with red and green, just like a strong man wearing flowers in his hair, which always makes people feel...it is hard to describe.

Entering from the city gate, the wide streets and the buildings with flying brocade ribbons on both sides all looked like they had been washed by water, with a half-new and half-old color, highlighting the prefect's full ambition.

"It's worthy of being the provincial capital. It's so grand." Du Xingyu smiled, shaking his head.

Mu Jingjing's eyes were heavy: "If this sweeping water could be transported to the village that was previously suffering from drought, then there wouldn't be any problem with Arya..."

On one side, the villagers are struggling to make ends meet due to drought and water shortage. On the other side, there is lavish spending, using water to clean up the entire city several times, just to attract investment, but also to allow ordinary people to live better in the future...

"Don't be silly, Junior Sister," Yu Sinian said slowly, "That village is the responsibility of the town supervisor. Above the town supervisor are the county magistrate, the county governor, and the prefect. He may not know about this matter."

How big is a state?

The reason why there are so many counties, towns and prefectures is to divide the administrative areas into smaller parts and rule them separately.

"He didn't know that something happened in his territory, which means he was derelict in his duty!" Mu Jingjing frowned.

"That's the truth," Du Xingyu said, standing outside with his feet up, looking at the brand new signs on both sides. "But the people who can punish him for his dereliction of duty don't care about such a small matter at all. Otherwise... Junior Sister, go and talk to the old emperor about the truth? Hahahaha..."

"Junior brother, please be careful with your words." Shen Xiuyuan stopped him in time.

The monks were not afraid of the imperial power, but there was no need to cause trouble for no reason.

"It's okay." Ruilin, sitting in the carriage beside them, lifted the side curtain and walked with them. "We are not the kind of people who like to gossip. Don't worry, Brother Shen."

It would be strange if Shen Xiuyuan could be relieved, but he didn't show it on his face. He smiled and said, "Thank you, Master Ruilin. There is our Changtianmen office in Jinyang Prefecture. We will stay there for the next few days. I hope you can forgive me for neglecting you."

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The unwritten rules of the immortal world are that although the sect office is located in the mortal world, it is the face of the immortal sect after all. Ordinary people cannot enter without permission, and cannot stay for a long time, let alone live in it.

"Mr. Shen, you are too polite," Ruilin said with a smile, "I am so lucky to have you treat me so sincerely when I just met you by chance. I will go to your office to pay a formal visit after I have settled down. Goodbye for now, please!"

"please!"

At this time, Yu Sinian could no longer pretend to be dead, so he poked his head out from behind the curtain and bowed and said goodbye to Ruilin together with Shen Xiuyuan and Du Xingyu.

After Ruilin's carriage drove away, Du Xingyu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, he's finally gone." He collapsed as if all his bones had been pulled out.

Du Xingyu is a casual person by nature, he just walks around and lies down wherever he wants.

But everyone in Ruilin's group is very strict and even the servant sits up straight and behaves very well.

Du Xingyu knew that they knew the identities of his group, and was afraid of losing face for the sect. People would say that the direct disciples of Changtian Sect were not as good as ordinary servants... He held on with his weak spine for a few days.

Now, he is finally released from prison after serving his sentence. He is so tired!

Shen Xiuyuan smiled and took the reins from him: "Junior brother, you have worked hard."

Jinyang Prefecture is not as prosperous as Yunshan Prefecture, but it is larger. The city is square and straight, filled with a cold and murderous atmosphere.

The office of Changtianmen is located in a high position in the east of the city. From the top of the highest tower in the office, you can overlook the entire Jinyang Prefecture, even the City Lord's Mansion.

"Is this all right?" Lin Fan didn't understand.

Although monks are superior to ordinary people, in the secular world, isn’t this superiority considered a provocation to imperial power?

"What's the problem?" Du Xingyu leaned on the railing with disapproval. "In the early years, these towers were built to defend against foreign enemies. Although cultivators cannot take action, the existence of the sect tower itself is a kind of deterrent. It is a blessing for ordinary people to reduce the number of deaths. That's why they respect us in the immortal sect so much."

Lin Fan said nothing.

She wasn't talking about ordinary people. She was talking about imperial power.

Do those people sitting on the golden throne who claim to be the Son of Heaven really have no feelings at all?