Zhang Jingan felt that there was a huge gap between himself and the bailiffs in the pavilion, but he could only suspect that it had something to do with him being the son of a traitor. He couldn't think of any other reason.
With no other choice, Zhang Jingan could only ask his scoundrel friends, but they couldn't do anything about it either.
Zhang Jingan thought about it, and could only brace himself and use his dog-like handwriting to write a document to shirk responsibility.
The next day, all the officials in the city knew that Magistrate Qiao had summoned Zhang Jingan to the magistrate's office. He flew into a rage and scolded Zhang Jingan loudly in front of everyone, almost making Zhang Jingan cry. In the end, he forced Zhang Jingan to finish writing a document to admit his mistakes before allowing Zhang Jingan to leave.
Zhang Jingan returned to the pavilion in utter humiliation. He sat in his room and thought about it. He vaguely realized that he had thought too simply of being an official. His mistakes were clearly much smaller than his unlucky father's, but he didn't know what his unlucky father had done. Magistrate Qiao didn't even mention it and instead made him the scapegoat.
Another day passed. Zhang Jingan didn't continue to waste his time in the pavilion. Instead, he brought a few tall friends and began to observe the people.
Other than occasionally hearing people curse him as a traitor, Zhang Jingan felt that the entire day went smoothly. He had a better understanding of Wude Street and would continue to visit in the future. He had to complete his duties seriously and not let the censors find any excuses.
The next day, the censors from the Censorate actually attacked Zhang Jingan again. The reason was that he had brought his scoundrel friends to swagger through the streets like a tiger. Magistrate Qiao once again wrote a letter to admonish him.
Zhang Jingan was furious, but he could only take the initiative to go to Magistrate Qiao and promise that he wouldn't make the same mistake again. He wouldn't bring his scoundrel friends on the streets and would bring bailiffs instead.
However, a few days later, the censors reprimanded him again. The reason was that his friends had relied on him to bully and humiliate women and children on Wude Street. They were sued by the Jingzhou government.
Zhang Jingan was immediately overwhelmed. He sat there for an entire day and finally made a clean break with his scoundrel friends. He chased them out of the pavilion.
The next day, hundreds of ruffians and hooligans in Southern City took action, using all kinds of filthy things to block the Dou Pavilion on Wude Street.
Zhang Jingan couldn't go out the whole morning.
That day, without waiting for the censorate to submit a report. Magistrate Qiao was the first to issue the third letter.
Zhang Jingan wanted to cry, but no tears came out. He suddenly realized that even though there were no injuries or training in the officialdom, it was far more unbearable than in the military.
Zhang Jingan hastily sought help from the Education Department and the yamen runners, but the six of them still deliberately kept their distance. He finally understood that he was wrong from the start. At that time, he should not have brought those scoundrels to the yamen. They were naturally at odds with the yamen. Bringing them along was tantamount to cutting off all ties with the yamen.
Zhang Jingan suddenly understood the old man's expression. When he entered the pavilion, he should have revealed his identity as the Young Marquis.
And now, not to mention a child like him, even an old fox in the officialdom would find it hard to solve this problem.
Zhang Jingan was not a child who admitted defeat easily. He realized his mistake. He immediately corrected it and set a short-term goal for himself: to establish his authority.
Capturing his former scoundrels was the best way to establish his authority. But when he thought of the complicated relationships in Southern City, Zhang Jingan gave up. The two Education Department and the four yamen runners could also be used as targets to establish his authority, but it was too late now. The attitude of the censorate and Magistrate Qiao was the biggest support for the six of them.
In the end, Zhang Jingan decided to establish his authority on the merchants of Wude Street, so he began to visit. Soon, he discovered a recent major incident related to Wude Street.
A quack doctor called Li Du had poor medical skills and could not make a living by treating patients. So he went down the wrong path and became a broker. He acted as a middleman to deceive patients and get them to buy medicine from some poor medical centers or pharmacies.
This incident had happened many years ago. It was nothing serious, but not long ago, after Li Du recommended a person to a medical center, that person was treated to death.
That person did not have a scholarly rank. But the Weeyan Academy in Jingzhou was quite famous. All the teachers and students of the academy were indignant and condemned Li Du and that medical center.
Zhang Jingan found something strange. As time passed, except for a few people who attacked the medical center and Li Du at the same time, most people changed to attacking Li Du, thinking that Li Du had committed the biggest crime. Moreover, Li Du had been arrested and was about to be severely punished. That medical center had also been sealed.
Zhang Jingan understood the whole thing and smiled. He had a plan in his mind.
"That Li Du should be cut into pieces, and the doctor of that medical center is not good either. But only a few people found out that there are more than 30 medical centers and pharmacies around Wude Street, and 30% of them are cheating patients. Since the censorate and the magistrate said that I am doing nothing, I will do something practical. I will ask all the medical centers and pharmacies on Wude Street to clean themselves. I will forbid them from using quack doctors to deceive patients, and forbid them from using ineffective prescriptions and fake medicine. "
Zhang Jingan thought about it and felt that it was very feasible. So he did not sleep for the whole night and wrote a "Wude Street Clean Doctors Order". Then he kept copying it. By the next morning, he had written a hundred copies.
Zhang Jingan called the four yamen runners with dark circles under his eyes. He pointed to a stack of papers on the table and said proudly, "You will post the" Clean Doctors Order "in front of every medical center and pharmacy. Then post the rest of the notices at every intersection. Let everyone in Wude Street know that I, the new Village Constable, have done a great thing!"
The four yamen runners took the stack of notices and read them carefully several times.
Manager Gao raised his head and looked at Zhang Jingan. He asked, "Village Constable, are you sure you want to post these notices?"
"Of course!" Zhang Jingan was very confident.
The other three yamen runners looked at Zhang Jingan and then at Manager Gao.
Manager Gao sighed and divided the notices into four parts. He took one for himself and turned to leave.
The moment Manager Gao turned around, Zhang Jingan felt that he had seen Manager Gao's expression before. Maybe it was because of the light, but Manager Gao's face seemed to have an extra shadow.
After the four yamen runners left, they did not come back for a long time.
Zhang Jingan did not care at first, but when the yamen runners did not come back at noon, he began to feel uneasy.
After lunch, Zhang Jingan walked to the gate of the yard to find the four yamen runners.
After a few steps, he heard a noise outside the gate. He heard a sharp voice shouting, "That bullshit new Village Constable is inside. Let's go!"
Zhang Jingan felt even more uneasy. He stood where he was and saw that under the midday sun, more than ten youths and youths dressed in luxurious clothes were rushing over.
Zhang Jingan recognized a few of them. Some of them were relatives of the Marquis's family, some were nephews of high officials, some were relatives of the Retired Minister Pavilion, and there was even someone from the Marquis's family.
Most of these people also recognized Zhang Jingan. After all, he was the only son of a rebellious marquis in Chu.
An angry young man rushed in front of Zhang Jingan. Before Zhang Jingan could react, he raised his right arm and hit Zhang Jingan's face. Zhang Jingan fell to the ground.
Zhang Jingan lay on the ground. His head was buzzing and his left cheek was burning. He raised his head and looked at the tall young man with grievance and anger.
"Rebellious little bastard! Is it not enough to be a rebel? You even want to ruin our family's property! I'll kill you! "The man said as he kicked Zhang Jingan's face.
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