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    Chapter 85 Pure and Foolish… Innocent, Hardworking Labor Without Pay.

    Chapter 85 Pure and Foolish… Innocent, Hardworking Labor Without Pay.

    The main courtyard of the Provincial Administration Commission.

    Those coming and going were either doctors carrying medicine boxes or servants carrying food containers.

    Lin Yan saw it all and felt anxious. The soul of a drama king was burning fiercely.

    By the time he reached the door, Lin Yan’s eyes were already red, and tears were streaming down his face. The clerk hadn’t kept an eye on him for a moment before he rushed in crying, “Magistrate Zhao, what’s wrong, Magistrate Zhao? How could you leave me alone…”

    The Provincial Governor, who had just forced down a bowl of medicine, almost spat it out. He swallowed it with difficulty and stopped Lin Yan’s wailing, “Young Master Wu, I’m just feeling a bit unwell. It’s not as if I’m at the point of holding a funeral.”

    Lin Yan belatedly realized that his reaction had been a bit excessive and gave an embarrassed, sheepish laugh. “Look at what you’re saying. I’m just crying for the sake of the people of Changning.”

    These words sounded even more ominous, making the room look even more like a mourning hall.

    The Provincial Governor’s expression darkened a bit more. He put down the bowl and asked in a cold voice, “What is it, Young Master Wu?”

    “It’s nothing much.” Lin Yan took out a potato from his sleeve and waved it in front of the Provincial Governor’s eyes. “It’s just these potatoes at the door. I was thinking of distributing them to the people of Changning.”

    Looking at the thing that had brought him to this sorry state, the Provincial Governor felt his slightly recovered abdomen start to ache again. Still with lingering fear, he waved his hands repeatedly, rejecting Lin Yan’s suggestion without hesitation, “I can still be treated if I get sick from eating this, but if the people in the city…”

    “Of course, you can’t eat potatoes that have sprouted.” Lin Yan plucked at the sprouts on the potato, somewhat surprised by the Provincial Governor’s words. “These are for planting.”

    This thing can be planted? This playboy actually knows this.

    The image of the potato rapidly transformed from a disease-causing poison to a fragrant accomplishment, and finally, it wasn’t just a potato anymore. It was a ladder to promotion, a crane-embroidered official robe that only high-ranking officials could wear.

    The smile on the Provincial Governor’s face grew wider and wider, and all sorts of praises were plastered onto Lin Yan like they cost nothing, “Young Master Wu is indeed a young talent. The waves behind drive the waves ahead…”

    Lin Yan was a little embarrassed by the praise and quickly steered the topic back on track, “I originally wanted to distribute the seeds myself, but the clerk said I should ask you first.”

    Worthy of the person I chose, so clever.

    The Provincial Governor secretly gave the clerk a thumbs up in his heart, but didn’t show it on his face, and even looked at the clerk with a hint of blame, “The clerk is just too cautious. I wouldn’t trust anyone more than Young Master Wu. Take those things, and if you need anything, just tell the clerk.”

    Lin Yan cupped his hands. “Thank you, Magistrate Zhao.”

    The Provincial Governor raised his eyebrows, his impression of Lin Yan improving even more.

    Pure and foolish… innocent, hardworking labor without pay, and even thanking him very politely. It had been a long time since he had seen such a pure sucker… cough, such a good person.

    He must let such a good person continue to shine and generate heat.

    The Provincial Governor took a moment to gather his thoughts and changed his expression faster than a Sichuan opera mask. He looked in the direction the clerk had left and sighed heavily.

    Lin the Big Fish had indeed taken the bait, “What’s wrong?”

    “These potatoes are the imperial court’s disaster relief grain. Now that you, young master, have taken this grain to use as seeds for next year, there’s no need to worry about next year’s harvest, but now…” The Provincial Governor sighed again, generously waving his hand, “These are things I should worry about. Young master, please return.”

    Lin the Big Fish wasn’t leaving; he was jumping into the pot.

    “Are there any grain sellers in the city? Use what they have left to make up for it first.”

    “Merchants pursue profit. There are indeed grain sellers in the city, but the price…”

    “I still have some silver; I’ll make up for it first.”

    Seeing the fish jump into the pot so consciously, even seasoning itself, the Provincial Governor grinned from ear to ear, not forgetting to maximize the emotional value of the fish before putting the lid on, “Young master is righteous. Only with you in Changning could the locust plague end so easily. In a few days, once the disaster relief grain arrives, there will be even less to worry about regarding food.”

    Lin Yan smiled and smiled until he couldn’t smile anymore.

    He didn’t understand political achievements and merits, but the silver was indeed decreasing in a very real way. He could make up for the money from the grain sellers first, but Zhao Lao Tou had to say when he would pay it back.

    Was he being treated like a sucker? Judging by the look of it, Zhao Lao Tou wasn’t planning on mentioning it, so he wouldn’t mention it either… It was all his own money anyway; what was there to be embarrassed about?

    Lin Yan gave a dry laugh and asked through gritted teeth, “Then this silver…”

    “These are all small matters. When…” The Provincial Governor was halfway through his sentence when his expression suddenly changed, followed by a burst of dry heaving and coughing without warning.

    A smooth combo of small moves, as if he wouldn’t stop unless Lin Yan left. Whether it was a real illness or a fake one, no one could say for sure, but the intention to drive him away was very clear.

    Lin Yan waited patiently for a while, but finally couldn’t sit still any longer.

    Anyway, he hadn’t given the money away, so he should talk about these messy things another day.

    Lin Yan got up to bid farewell. “You should rest well. I’ll go back now.”

    The Provincial Governor was ill, so the servants in the mansion were naturally focused on serving him.

    Lin Yan had been brought in by the clerk, so he should have been escorted out by the clerk as well, but the clerk had gone to get the account books, so Lin Yan had to find his own way back.

    The door opened and closed again. Lin Yan stood at the door, feeling a bit lost.

    He waited for a long time, but no one came to lead the way. He could only rely on his already vague memory to walk out.

    “This Jiangnan water town is really different from the capital. Every step is a scene, and everything is different.” After turning left and right, Lin Yan finally determined that he was lost. Fortunately, there were two people in a pavilion not far away. As long as he went over and asked, how could he not find his way out of the courtyard?

    A brazier was burning in the pavilion, emitting heat in the winter, and the rising white mist made it impossible to see the people inside clearly, but it made the voices even clearer.

    Lin Yan didn’t want to eavesdrop, but the voices of the two people chatting still drifted over with the wind.

    “Have you heard that the locust plague is about to end?”

    “Where did you hear that? It’s only the first year.”

    “Do you know who Lord Zhao went to pick up today? He picked up the son of the Minister of Works. The Minister of Works, ah, the one in charge of spending money.”

    “A A playboy.”

    “That’s no ordinary playboy. He brought ten thousand ducks. Once those ducks are driven into the fields, what kind of bugs wouldn’t be eaten clean?”

    Ten thousand? How could the rumors get more and more outrageous?

    Lin Yan chuckled and prepared to ask quickly and leave quickly, but the two people’s conversation turned to grain again.

    “The son of the Minister of Works has come, so how far away can the disaster relief grain be?” The person’s voice lowered a bit, but Lin Yan still vaguely heard something, “I just casually inquired in the mansion, and the disaster relief grain is really on its way.”

    The other person sighed repeatedly, “This is terrible. My grains… This Zhao Lao Tou is really not righteous, not saying a word about such a big thing. I even sent two carts of satin and three boxes of jewelry.”

    Zhao Lao Tou was planning to cover up the news of the disaster relief grain and accept bribes?

    Lin Yan’s impression of the Provincial Governor plummeted. He turned around to go back and question the Provincial Governor about what was going on.

    The dry branches on the ground crunched under his feet. The two people in the pavilion quickly stopped talking and asked loudly, “Who’s there?”

    Lin Yan didn’t want to get entangled with these people. He walked faster, turned into another courtyard.

    If he wanted to get out, it wouldn’t be easy to find someone either.

    After wandering around three more times, it became more and more desolate. Lin Yan stopped and sighed heavily, looking at the high walls.

    Someone, anyone, where is this?

    “My lord, why are you running?” The clerk ran in from the door behind Lin Yan, stuffed the account books into Lin Yan’s arms, and continued after catching his breath, “The door is this way, please.”

    Lin Yan felt a sense of being rescued, but thinking about the words he had just heard, he couldn’t help but sarcastically say, “Magistrate Zhao is truly welcoming of talent. The guests in this mansion even include merchants?”

    “Yes, yes, yes, our lord is thirsty for talent.” The clerk stopped, cupped his hands at Lin Yan, and said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “These days, as long as you can get things done, who wouldn’t accept some gifts and take some kickbacks? Young master comes from an official family, how could you not understand this?”

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