Accompanied by the drizzle, the entire Changsha City was shrouded in a gray complexion.

Pedestrians wearing straw raincoats hurriedly, and there were only a few pedestrians on the street. Even beggars found a place to hide from the cold rain.

There were only a few policemen with swords and boots on their shoulders, and they were patrolling the streets and alleys in straw raincoats.

As a judicial department integrating firefighting, urban management, public security, and health, the Police Department is crucial in the entire urban management. In Changsha City alone, the Police Department has more than 1,000 people and thousands of non-staff personnel, which can barely suppress it.

Trivial matters belong to the Police Department; if it is an important criminal case, it belongs to the Changsha County Government; if it is a case involving the powerful and powerful, it belongs to the Jinwu Guard; if it is a curfew and supervision department, it is reviewed by the Censor of the City; the management of the city gate is belonged to the Management Guardian, which belongs to the Emperor's direct dispatch and does not belong to the Six Divisions.

In such a huge Changsha City, various departments checked and balanced each other and cooperated with each other, but they did not make any mistakes. The Police Department belongs to the lowest level and is something that everyone can use.

"Waiter, what are these two men doing in the rain on this rain?"

In the wine shop not far away, a scholar couldn't help but ask when he saw this scene.

"Hehe, patrol the streets!" the child smiled and said, "This police department has a wide management and many things to do, but there is one thing that requires patrol the streets. Whether it is windy, rainy, or hail, you have to walk. This is the rule!"

"I never thought that I was so responsible, and this capital was really extraordinary!" The scholar sighed.

"If I hadn't earned 500 yuan this month, I would have stopped doing it!"

Two policemen were wet in the rain and saw a wine shop that built a canopy, unbuttoned their wet straw raincoats, and couldn't help but sit down, warmed a pot of wine, and then started drinking.

"Who said no!" Another man said helplessly: "In recent days, there have been more and more scholars, and the inspections have become tighter and tighter, which is very annoying!"

The others were not afraid, but asked, "Zhao Laoliu, have you ever had any rare things recently?"

"Rare things? I wish I would never have it!"

A policeman said helplessly: "A lot of scholars have entered the capital recently. Two days ago, an inn caught fire and two juren died. They worked hard for several days. Fortunately, it rained today, otherwise they would not be able to save themselves!"

I heard that two Juren died, and those who were sitting were inhaling a cold breath. This is a Juren. In some prefectures and counties, there were not even one, and two of them died at once. It was really a big deal.

After drinking a pot of wine, the two of them stood up again and continued patrolling the streets. This is his profession and he cannot be careless.

"I guess the lights are on the third and fifth hours, and the candlesticks are on the rise, and the fire starts!"

A middle-aged man in a long robe sighed: "I worked hard for half a lifetime, but I couldn't stand the will of God! I don't know if it's worth it."

"It's worth it, of course it's worth it!" At this time, a young man stood up and said seriously: "Our study is nothing more than being a success. Now that we have become a juren, we have half an official position. We have worked hard for a few years and we are worth it."

"If there is no scholar or scholar's fame, I don't know if I can persist until now, and even be able to achieve a Jinshi and glorify my ancestors, just like this..."

As he said that, the man looked emotional and even had a urge to burst into tears, which moved the guests beside him and was extremely envious.

Knowing that he was a juren, the faces of the guests who sat in the liu instantly became respectful, and their voices became much smaller. The voices of congratulations and congratulations were heard endlessly.

Everyone knew their identity and did not dare to disturb them. They looked at them from a distance and felt that they were unusual.

"We have long thought that this gentleman is extraordinary and must be an amazing person!" said a man as thin as a monkey.

"Bah, I know my face and look at him, and I know that he must be a rich and powerful person!" A middle-aged man said seriously.

I guessed, envious, flattered, and spoke inconsistently, but I was cautious, for fear of disturbing this juren.

"Mr. Lang, your wine!" At this time, the waiter suddenly served a pot of hot wine.

"I didn't have a bar!" the young juren said in confusion.

"Your consumption is paid by Zhao Yanei over there. He is the eldest son of Zhao Tong, Changsha County!" The waiter was very dedicated and responsible.

This time, there was a stir again, and the discussion became more and more. The juren was really amazing, and the juren’s son had to treat him to the court.

When Changsha was attracting attention from the whole world, Zhao Kuangyin was working hard to review the memorial, but suddenly, he stopped for a long time on a memorial from Shuzhou, Huainan.

"Your Majesty!!" At this time, the eunuch Wang Jien, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but care about it when he saw the emperor stop for a long time.

"I'm fine!" Zhao Kuangyin shook his head, looked at it again, threw it directly to the book, and said helplessly:

"The news about the governor of Shuzhou, the four major families of Shuzhou Jia, Wang, Shi, Xue, and more than 2,000 people fled to Chizhou by boat. It was really a bold move!"

Zhao Kuangyin laughed in anger: "A group of people without kings and fathers fled to the forefront of some scholars and juren. It's so disgusting!"

"If there is no scholar or scholar's fame, I don't know if I can persist until now, and even be able to achieve a Jinshi and glorify my ancestors, just like this..."

As he said that, the man looked emotional and even had a urge to burst into tears, which moved the guests beside him and was extremely envious.

Knowing that he was a juren, the faces of the guests who sat in the liu instantly became respectful, and their voices became much smaller. The voices of congratulations and congratulations were heard endlessly.

Everyone knew their identity and did not dare to disturb them. They looked at them from a distance and felt that they were unusual.

"We have long thought that this gentleman is extraordinary and must be an amazing person!" said a man as thin as a monkey.

"Bah, I know my face and look at him, and I know that he must be a rich and powerful person!" A middle-aged man said seriously.

I guessed, envious, flattered, and spoke inconsistently, but I was cautious, for fear of disturbing this juren.

"Mr. Lang, your wine!" At this time, the waiter suddenly served a pot of hot wine.

"I didn't have a bar!" the young juren said in confusion.

"Your consumption is paid by Zhao Yanei over there. He is the eldest son of Zhao Tong, Changsha County!" The waiter was very dedicated and responsible.

This time, there was a stir again, and the discussion became more and more. The juren was really amazing, and the juren’s son had to treat him to the court.

When Changsha was attracting attention from the whole world, Zhao Kuangyin was working hard to review the memorial, but suddenly, he stopped for a long time on a memorial from Shuzhou, Huainan.

"Your Majesty!!" At this time, the eunuch Wang Jien, who was standing beside him, couldn't help but care about it when he saw the emperor stop for a long time.

"I'm fine!" Zhao Kuangyin shook his head, looked at it again, threw it directly to the book, and said helplessly:
Chapter completed!