Inside the yellow cloth bag is an ancient sword. The sword body is made of fine patterns and clear patterns. On one side is a flying dragon and a phoenix with spreading wings. The sword body is also decorated with the Big Dipper, which is a sword that responds to the shape of a celestial phenomenon. Since Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, the Emperor, granted the imperial envoy, the power to take action first and then report, it is also a symbol of status and power.

"This is the sword given to Shangfang by Master Longsheng. Seeing this sword is like Master Longsheng comes in person!"

What are the letters of Li Tiewen and the governors of the two provinces, they are not easy to use here. The most useful thing is this Shangfang sword.

At first sight, several soldiers from Taiyuan Prefecture were so scared that they knelt down and saluted. They ran away and informed the prefect Diao Geng. When Diao Geng heard that the other party was actually coming with Shang Fang Jian, he did not dare to neglect it at the moment, and hurriedly took a group of government officials out to greet him.

Several scholars are all native to Shanxi. The middle-aged scholar is a scholar named Jin Feiying. The other is a child student named Mu Gaode.

Both of them failed the test and were taken into the disaster victims and almost starved to death. After meeting Li Weiwen's disaster relief team, the two stayed. Because they were literate and were promoted to "officials", they soon rushed to various places to preside over disaster relief matters on behalf of the disaster relief team.

Jin Feiying took out the Shangfang sword and Diao Geng immediately panicked: "It turns out that he is the Governor. I am really busy with official duties and I am sorry for neglecting you all."

Jin Feiying and Mu Gaode have become accustomed to this kind of thing. Almost every yamen, they will encounter local governments' pushbacks and four obstacles.

After all, you so-called disaster relief groups that are not recognized by the court have the money and food allocated by the court. However, the local governments cannot get the benefits of Mao, so they will naturally not cooperate.

Mu Gaode, who was standing beside him, said, "Mr. Diao, I don't want to bother you when I come here. Lord Li means that you just need to lend us the household registration information of Taiyuan Prefecture to use."

Diao Geng laughed with him: "It's easy to say, this house has files. Looking back, I'll say hello to the house, come on, brothers, please invite the house."

This is embarrassing and weird. Not to mention anything else, this inappropriate disaster relief group is more like a group of bandits. They are dressed in a peasant army, and several scholars are also inappropriate in holding Li Tiewen's handbook, and a so-called Shangfang sword.

Taiyuan Prefecture is the official yamen of the Ming Dynasty, an unrecognized non-governmental organization. It is a group of official yamen officials who work together to deal with the matters in Taiyuan Prefecture. It seems extremely strange no matter how you look at it.

Even though they tried to pretend to be nothing, Jin Feiying and Mu Gaode were inevitably nervous after all. As guests of honor, they sat in the reception room of the prefect's office, with several other scholars standing aside. There were also a few soldiers standing outside the hall with the soldiers in Taiyuan Prefecture.

This comparison is even more embarrassing. The soldiers and officers in Taiyuan Prefecture both have special uniforms. The officials in the prefecture all wear their own official uniforms. The soldiers and soldiers of the disaster relief regiment are wearing all kinds of clothes of ordinary people, such as burlap and white turbans.

Even the weapons in their hands were pale, the soldiers were in their hands, and the officials were wearing swords at their waists. The soldiers and soldiers in the disaster relief regiment had a variety of weapons. Who could believe that what a guy was holding in his hand was actually a hoe.

Outside the hall, the soldiers from Taiyuan Prefecture and the soldiers from the disaster relief regiment stared at each other. The soldiers from Taiyuan Prefecture did not hide their sense of superiority at all. In their eyes, the soldiers from the disaster relief regiment were all local buns and country bumpkins.

The two soldiers whispered, laughing and looking at one of the soldiers, while whispering to laugh.

The soldier was extremely brave and embarrassed. He knew what the other party was mocking. These soldiers from Taiyuan who were fully equipped and were holding the imperial military pay were mocking his shoes.

The soldier was wearing a pair of old cloth shoes, but there was a hole in front of the two cloth shoes. The two big toes were poked out in a bad manner, as if showing his master's downfall.

The inferiority complex made the soldier unable to help but shrink back. He wanted to hide his feet, but the big toe had been made public, which attracted several soldiers from Taiyuan Prefecture to laugh even more presumptuously.

Jin Feiying, Mu Gaode and others in the living room were not better, because their clothes were also shivering, and everyone was patched. They looked more like a group of beggars.

In contrast, several officials in Taiyuan Prefecture washed their clean clothes and gorgeous clothes. Several pen officials were even quietly happy.

This is like a poor and honest farmer who suddenly walks into a five-star hotel and seems helpless. Inferiority comes from everyone's heart.

Perhaps even if he was a stupid official, he was a little conscientious. In the scene in front of him, Diao Geng felt a little pity, and he couldn't help but shout angrily: "Why do you laugh? Lord Li has devoted his life to the victims of Shanxi until his death. Shouldn't we admire and cooperate?"

Diao Geng's loud shout made the officials of Taiyuan Prefecture immediately silent. Everyone finally realized that these beggars were somewhat worthy of admiration.

Li Daiwen brought two million taels of disaster relief funds and purchased grain along the way to distribute the victims. The disaster relief was in full swing, and the victims in Henan quickly settled down. Next, Shanxi.

Eyes and jealousy were written on the faces of every local official. To be honest, the life of the local government was not easy under the disaster. I heard that the disaster relief funds of 2 million taels of silver really made the local officials happy.

They all hoped to get more money and food for their own rule. But who knew that when Li Daiwen came, he did not play by the rules and did not pass the local government, and directly served as the Shanda King and distributed the victims.

In the end, the benefits of local government officials were not gained, so naturally everyone was furious.

But now, when Diao Geng and others saw these ragged, somewhat restrained and inferior disaster relief groups, they finally found that these disaster relief groups were not the same as themselves.

What is the purpose of being an official? It’s very simple, making money. If you make money, what is the purpose of becoming an official?

But the people of these disaster relief groups are different. They seem to be not for money. There are really fools in this world who serve the country and the people. No matter what, this is worthy of respect.

The officials of Taiyuan Prefecture no longer used contemptuous eyes, but everyone's eyes seemed to be full of respect. So much money was placed in front of these people, and these people were indifferent.
Chapter completed!