You are not a white lotus at all [Quick Transmigration]

In the end, Ye Simian was dragged by Chang Yuan to explain to Ji Wenyu.

Ji Wenyu nodded with a smile, and watched Ye Simian leave for the second time.

After many years, Ye Simian was left in that position by the emperor. After completing the book, he went to verify it. After the verification, he had to prepare for internal promotion.

At the beginning, there was not enough manpower in the capital, Ye Simian, Chen Xiguang and some officials below were transferred back because of previous experience, and there were too many problems in different places, and the situation was different everywhere. Discuss for a long time to find old cases, or travel thousands of miles on field trips. Discussing a town also needs to consider the surrounding people to avoid mistakes.

Later, as each problem was solved, the people who asked for help became people who could help, and more examples spread along with them, such as what to do if the people don’t cooperate , For example, what to do if the local land is controlled by a small number of people, for example, what to do if some powerful person prevents the implementation of a certain plan...

Every meeting is like a grievance meeting, everyone pours out all the problems they encounter, and then tells the solution later.

In general, the problems that most people encounter overlap.

After all, there are only so many people in the world, and the problem of farming depends on one piece of land. If there is a problem here, it is probably the same over there, so the old man here occasionally came up with a few methods, and the officials in a similar situation over there also Is it okay to find someone to ask someone like a treasure, and then start experimenting.

So many, many years later, after the appearance of 1.0, 2.0, 3.0..., the original book finally appeared in the final version.And then finally the public sale.

That year, Ye Simian was already over 50 years old in this life. Although he could still carry on because of the physique he had developed from running around in the early years, considering that other people were enough, the emperor transferred him to a idle job. Just watch over the people under your command to repair and sort out the stored documents.

A few years later, the final version that was promoted at the beginning was collected by his subordinates. Ye Simian flipped through it twice, and after confirming the content, someone made a final copy with materials that are more time-resistant than paper, and finally saved it.

After transcribing, Ye Simian was just sixty in his life, so he invited some colleagues from that year to come over and talk about the past together.

At the beginning, hundreds of people kept coming and going there. Some people went to other institutions full-time while they were doing it, and they didn’t come back. I don't want to leave at all.Later, in this coming and going, the book was worn out little by little.

Every stroke is a story, and it's all blood and sweat.

Officials, petty officials, and more common people were shed along the way.

In such a thin book, it seems to have told the whole life of countless people.And in the column of the author's signature of that book, only the name of the last editor was filled in, and then the names of nearly a thousand people were published in a special attachment:

The people in Ye Simian's organization, the officials from all over the country who cooperated and made contributions, and the common people who gave hints and insights...

All those involved in its construction are credited.

This is a co-written book.

After Ye Simian explained the storage of the final version, someone cried on the spot at the birthday banquet: "It's worth it..."

For a lifetime, it is worthwhile to be able to leave a mark in history with that book.

When others look back on what happened back then, they are full of sorrow and joy. When they started doing this, who would have thought that it would be where it is today?

Dozens of years have been like a dream. Looking back now, I think about the relatives who have not seen the last time because of this matter, think about the marriages that fell through because of running around, think about the strange eyes of the children after going out for a few years...

The past is vivid.will not forget.

But at the same time, pieces of wasteland were reclaimed, seeds were sown one by one, and the rice was ripe and golden in autumn, and everyone who saw it along the way laughed happily...

Someone burst into tears: "At the beginning, I really didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to be today, and I didn't expect it to be the job I was in! Who would have thought of it? After working hard for more than ten years, I finally got a reputation. It’s easy to find a job, and then be pointed out to the bottom..."

"My mother, when she heard the news, she cried and fainted. She said, 'After reading this book, I still have to go back and work in the fields!'" After taking a sip of wine, he said, "Who would have thought? Who would have thought? In the end, when my mother left, I didn't catch up with the last one. I heard that she was still talking about it when she closed her eyes. Now I finally have something to say, and I can make her old man feel at ease..."

When the people next to me heard it, they also thought of sad things: "Before I became famous, my father arranged a marriage for me. It was agreed that after that year, I would get married whether I was in middle school or not, but who knew, I was transferred to tenth in the first middle school." In a place thousands of miles away, the bride has been waiting for me for a year or two, and I can’t afford to wait any longer, and my family doesn’t want her to come over, so let’s blow it up.” He smiled wryly, and murmured, “I finally saw it , but after hearing the news, I still feel that... life is like a dream."

"Civilian minister dies to remonstrate, leaving his name in history, military officer fights to the death, and shows off in the autumn field. After I have not died, everyone will know after a thousand years. Is it a profit? Is it a profit?"

The people next to him responded one after another: "We made a lot of money!"

They all cheered again and drank together.

As the host of the birthday banquet, Ye Simian was drunk many cups, and finally escaped by pretending to be drunk and laying on the chair.

Chang Yuan watched for a long time: "Everyone is very happy."

Ye Simian: "Yes."

It has been doing this for decades, and now it is recognized, not everyone is crazy.

Smiling, Ye Simian heard Chang Yuan say, "Happy birthday."

He also said: "Happy birthday."

It wasn't until I finished replying that I realized that these words couldn't be repeated like other words of blessing, lying there laughing to death.

……

In the end, after a birthday banquet, it turned into recalling the past and complaining to everyone.A bunch of old men in their fifties, sixties and seventies were drunk, pointed at Brother Zhang and called Brother Li, and then began to talk about the past.

Ye Simian looked at it, and when she saw that there was no time to pour him down, she got up, counted and calculated, and then called for servants.

Ye Simian: "There are not enough rooms, you can book an inn nearby."

Chang Yuan:? ? ?

The servants were stunned for a moment, and just about to ask if they would go to their family members to pick them up, when they saw that Ye Simian was similar to the following.He swallowed the words silently, said "yes" and went to the housekeeper.

Chang Yuan stretched out his hand: "How much is this?"

Ye Simian was confident: "Three!"

Chang Yuan looked at his hand, it was indeed a three-to-one comparison, a little uncertain: so it is a routine operation to pack the inn? ?

How do I remember that when someone else held a birthday banquet, when you went to attend, you came out and ran into a bunch of carriages dragging other drunk people home?

After thinking about it, Chang Yuan stretched out his hand again: "How much is this?"

Ye Simian was helpless: "I'm still awake."

Chang Yuan withdrew his hand resentfully, and then heard Ye Simian remain confident: "Three!"

Your jaw will drop!

Chang Yuan was stunned, never expecting that Ye Simian would be put down so easily in this life, and then looked at the grandpas below who were chatting about the mountains, a series of words quickly passed in his mind, and finally concluded: When you are old, you have to obey old.

Fortunately, although none of the elderly here is sober, there is still a housekeeper who can manage things in this garden.

The butler asked people to knock on the door one by one, and called for a carriage to wait outside.Finally, send everyone away one by one.

Ye Simian was not sent into the room by him, and insisted on sitting on the previous chairman: "Ah, decades have passed."

Chang Yuan: "Yes."

Butlers and servants guarded the surrounding corners.

"It's so fast, decades have passed." Ye Simian poured himself another glass while talking, "I haven't lived like this for a long time."

"I'm so happy."

"The last time I was so happy was...uncountable, a long, long time ago. A long, long time."

"I didn't drink alcohol at that time, it was a mistake, and the wine was spicy and choking."

"But there are people toasting every festival, so I can only drink it, and I can't say I don't like it, otherwise many people will be sad."

"A lot, a lot, a lot..."

After making three gestures in a row, Ye Simian threw herself on the table: "It's nice not to think about anything."

Chang Yuan stretched out his hand, and saw that he hit it with a "bang", and a wine glass beside the table fell down.

So the hidden servants came late.

The next day, Ye Simian covered her nose: "Yesterday, I was hit on the head by something..."

Chang Yuan didn't say anything, it was because he smashed his head on the table.

Two years later, when Ji Wenyu died, Ye Simian offered incense sticks to him.After coming back for a while, he said, "When my father in this life passed away, I was in Ling County, so I didn't catch up. It's a pity."

After finishing speaking, Ye Simian walked to the familiar place and lit a stick of incense: "Actually, I also want to have a father of my own."

"Others have it, but I don't, so I feel so sorry. It's empty. But after all these years, I still don't have it."

Standing next to Chang Yuan: "It's okay, there are many orphans in the world, and they also have no father, but everyone lives well."

"Their father is dead, or the father is unknown, but there are still." Ye Simian sat on the ground, "I am different, I never have."

"Alright then." Seeing his tricky angle, Chang Yuan also sat down, "I don't have anything to say to comfort you."

So Ye Simian smiled again: "Aren't the people who made you your parents?"

Chang Yuan: "Well...is that not counted?"

Ye Simian just smiled and sat there without saying a word, until the butler came and took him away.

More than ten years later, Ye Simian died of a typhoid fever. Before he died, he thought about whether Linghua would simply be chopped off in this life. It was an honor to defend the frontier, and he died quickly. It was because of my poor health that I died on the bed when I got an illness. There was nothing nice about it, and I was tortured for a long time.

People who write fates have bad intentions!

So after going to heaven, Ye Simian's first reaction was to know who wrote his fate: now he finally understands the feeling of spiritualization in the plot.

Who wrote me so badly, let's come out and make gestures?