The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Aman roared.

"You are just being hooligans. You are unreasonable! You are lawless! You are following the law of the jungle where the strong bully the weak!"

Magistrate Cao continued to appease them.

"Innovation will always be difficult. Our Tianyan Kingdom has had its glory days. You must trust the imperial court!"

"When Tianyan was at its peak, even the Jinlin Kingdom had to give way! Everyone, keep up the good work, and things will definitely get better!"

"As long as we persist, we will be rich in the future!"

All the scammers in the world use the same trick, which is to frantically fabricate their glorious past and promise you a bright future, with the aim of making you sacrifice your present.

Scarface tapped the bowl of his pipe.

"Oh, this Magistrate Cao is also a good official, but he has no choice but to appease these people like this every time."

"In recent years, the subsidies applied for from the imperial court every year have been distributed layer by layer to the hands of Magistrate Cao, but they are pitifully small."

Yunshui asked in confusion: "What does this mean?"

"What does it mean? For example, the imperial court issued a subsidy of ten taels of silver to each family. This piece of 'pork' passed through the hands of countless people, and finally when it came to the people, only one tael was left for each family."

"Mr. Cao uses his own money to make up for the loss every year, but it's just a drop in the bucket."

Sanchuan County was originally a small place in Tianyan. Luo Mian had heard about the innovation of "abandoning farmland and planting mulberry trees", but...

When attending court, everyone praised the benefits of this reform.

He never knew that beneath this innovation, there were so many bones piled up.

You hide the truth, I hide the truth, and he hides the truth too. In the end, what was presented to the emperor was that the people of Sanchuan were eating from their bowls and looking at what was in the pot. The reform was so smooth and successful, but they were still not satisfied.

They were just looking for trouble, they didn't know what was good for them, they were envious of the Changle Kingdom, and they wanted to rebel against him as the emperor.

"Magistrate Cao! We really can't survive!" A'man said, "My uncle Wang's family next door used all their money to buy two taels of beef on New Year's Eve, mixed it with rat poison and made dumplings. The whole family died!"

Magistrate Cao really wanted to be a good official, but he was... too honest...

Magistrate Cao was in tears.

"I know you're suffering! But you can't change anything by doing this! It may even bring you death!"

"It's my fault that I'm useless! I... I'm insignificant and I feel so sorry for you..."

The people who were marching knew that Magistrate Cao was a good official and that he used his own money to subsidize them.

But... they still can't survive...

Luo Mian whispered in Yunshui's ear: "Send a message back and ask Cang Ai to investigate the whole story of Sanchuan's 'abandoning the fields to plant mulberry trees', and then report the details to me."

"Yes."

Seeing Magistrate Cao act like this, the people who were marching also cried.

They were kind-hearted and did not want to make things difficult for Magistrate Cao.

Finally, the parade ended with Magistrate Cao's promise to "report it immediately."

They know that 'reporting it immediately' is useless, but they force themselves to believe 'what if it works this time?'

This parade was like a cold to this bustling street. County Magistrate Cao brought antipyretics, and after taking the medicine, the soaring temperature temporarily stabilized.

The parade was dispersed...

The vendors opened their doors and resumed their business as if nothing had happened.

……

Magistrate Cao was writing furiously in his study.

"I, Cao Mingzhe, respectfully report to Your Majesty that the policy of 'abandoning farmland and planting mulberry trees' in Sanchuan County is aimed at increasing national revenue. I know that this is a move for the country and the people, and I am very grateful. However, I am stationed in a certain area and have personally seen the hardships of the people's lives, so I dare to make this suggestion.

There are many farmers in the area, who are used to farming for a living, and have relied on it for generations. If they completely abandon the fields and plant mulberry trees, the people may not benefit from it in the short term because they are not familiar with the art of sericulture. If the fields are abandoned and spring plowing is missed, there may be no harvest for the whole year, and the people will fall into famine and their lives will be in trouble.

I dare to suggest that Your Majesty consider the situation carefully. If there is anything inappropriate, I am willing to accept the punishment.

Your humble servant, Cao Mingzhe, bows his head. "

In the mansion of Fang Daoyuan, who is in charge of the southeastern part of Tianyan Kingdom and is several levels higher than Cao Mingzhe.

Prefect Ma Qing stood trembling in front of Daoist Officer Fang Zhen. (Daoist Officer Fang Zhen was greater than Prefect Ma Qing and greater than Magistrate Cao Mingzhe)

"Lord Fang, this... this County Magistrate Cao writes many memorials every day requesting to stop 'abandoning fields to plant mulberry trees', and sometimes it's impossible to stop them!" Prefect Ma Qing bent over, not daring to breathe.

Fang Zhen looked at the pile of memorials on the table and suddenly became angry.

Then he waved his hand and overturned the memorial.

"I was the one who advocated 'abandoning farmland and planting mulberry trees'! What does Cao Mingzhe mean by this? Is he saying that I can't do it?"

"He does this every year. He's so brave!"

"Is anyone starving to death? How come I don't know? You just keep complaining! After staying in a small place for so long, you really think he is the local official?"

"Bullshit! He's nothing!"

Ma Qing nodded repeatedly.

"So, who does he think he is?"

"Master Fang, you are so far-sighted! How can those short-sighted people understand?"

"You deserve to be poor all your life!"

Fang Zhen took a sip of tea and suppressed his anger.

"Intercept them all. His memorials must not appear in front of the emperor!"

"If the emperor knew about this, how would I, as a prefect, still have any dignity?"

Ma Qing knelt on the ground.

"Don't worry, Lord Fang. I will never let his memorial pass through my hands!"

Fang Mansion Kitchen.

"Mrs. Lin, why do we have so many book-like things like this that need us to make firewood recently?"

"This? What's written on it?"

Lin Niang shook her head: "I can't read a single word, so I don't know either."

"If they give it to us, we can just burn it. It's probably not something important."

In the burning stove pit, the words "Your servant, Cao Mingzhe, bows his head" were ruthlessly devoured by the orange-red flames.

The "life-saving thing" that Cao Mingzhe wrote with great care and precision was nothing more than firewood for cooking in the Fang family.

Cao Mingzhe has been the county magistrate here for ten years. How could he not have any feelings for this land?

Cao Mingzhe was not a fool. He knew that his memorial was probably intercepted, but he still had a fluke idea. After so many years, they must have been careless, right? What if, what if this memorial really reached the emperor?

In that case, wouldn’t all the people be saved?

Cao Mingzhe read the memorial he had just written over and over again, and after finding no mistakes, he closed it carefully.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

"I hope your majesty can see it this time,"

Suddenly, the shabby wooden door was pushed open, and a tall and slender purple figure appeared in front of Cao Mingzhe.

A minor official like Cao Mingzhe had never met Prince Ruyang because he was not qualified.

"You are? Who are you?"

"How did you get in?"