Chapter 145 The Price of Youthful Recklessness
Lan Rong was working in the government office. A series of events that had happened recently made him extremely anxious. As a monk, his physical fitness had been greatly improved, but his wisdom had not improved much. At least these piles of accounts made him dizzy.
He has to take care of more than just Nanyang City. The entire Nanyang County is a mess. The previous governor relied on his connections in the court and left without a second thought, so he has to clean up the mess.
Before the deal was finalized, the Lu family had already begun transferring grain from several surrounding branches to transport here. If the deal was finalized, the grain would be sent directly to the disaster area and granary nearby. If not, the grain would be stuffed into Nanyang City. Now the earliest batch of grain is about to arrive, and it will be stored once the granary is built.
The granary was built at an astonishingly fast speed, and with hope right before their eyes, the refugees worked day and night. Since it was just a temporary storage, they didn't have any requirements for the quality of the granary, and maybe it would be ready tomorrow.
"Sir, Zhao Yushu is outside asking to see you." A guard came in and reported.
"Zhao Yushu? What is he doing here? I'm busy right now. If he wants to see the dean, you can take him there directly. If he wants to talk to him about something else, just don't meet him."
He is probably here to look for Ling'er again. Humph, this kid is shameless. I will teach him a lesson sooner or later. Lan Rong waved his hand, and the guard nodded and turned to leave.
"My lord asked me to ask Mr. Zhao what are you doing here?" The guard stood at the door, blocking Zhao Yushu's way.
"I want to see an old man about something very important. I hope the governor will agree." Zhao Yushu was not sure whether the guard knew about the old helmsman, so he said tactfully.
"Dean Wang?"
"It's another one."
"In that case, the governor said that no one will be seen unless they are visiting the dean."
Zhao Yushu was stunned: "I have something very important to tell you. I hope you can tell me again."
The guards didn't dare to offend this popular figure who hung around the boss every day, so they had to turn around and go back again.
"Who does he think he is! Does he think this is his home? Let him see whoever he wants to see! Get out of here!" Lan Rong was furious. If he hadn't deliberately suppressed his spiritual power, not a single piece of furniture would have been left in the house after this rage.
The guard ran out of the door, hesitating for a long time, and finally decided to tell Zhao Yushu everything.
Zhao Yushu looked at the terrified guard in disbelief. He wanted to ask the guard to pass the message again, but he knew that he was just a messenger. If he asked again, Lan Rong might get angry. So he sighed and said, "Big brother, can I go see the dean?"
The dean was arranged to stay in a guest room behind the government office, which was very close to Lan Rong's office and completely within the perception range of the seventh-level great cultivator. So when Zhao Yushuo stepped into the courtyard, Lan Rong, who was working at his desk, frowned slightly but said nothing.
"Brother Zhao, you are here."
"Brother Wang, how is the dean?"
"Much better. Both doctors are monks. They take turns using their spiritual energy to nourish father. They say he will wake up in the next few days."
The two chatted for a while, and Wang Bushi saw that Zhao Yushu was absent-minded. He immediately realized something was wrong: "Brother Zhao, what's wrong?"
"I came here this time to look for another person in the government office, but the governor refused."
"why?"
"I don't know."
"A very important person?"
"Maybe it has something to do with the attack on the dean."
Wang Buzhi immediately stood up and said, "I'll go see the governor!"
Zhao Yushu nodded and left the courtyard with him. As soon as they walked out of the gate, Lan Rong was standing outside the courtyard with an angry face.
"Wang Buzhi, go back and take care of the dean first."
Wang Buzhi was stunned and subconsciously looked at Zhao Yushu. Old Zhao nodded, and Wang Buzhi hurriedly bowed and left.
"follow me."
Lan Rong walked back to the study: "Nanyang has seven large counties and a population of six million. I have to deal with at least 140 documents every day. I only have time to eat two meals a day and sleep for two hours. If I were not a seventh-level cultivator, I would have died of exhaustion here. But I still have to take time to play with you. Zhao Yushu, who do you think you are!"
"You belong to six million people, and now fifty thousand of them may die at any time under your nose. If you think this is a joke, I have nothing to say."
"I have agreed to your request! I have already approved your request to provide them with food! The granary will be built soon, and they can leave after getting the food. What else do you want me to do?"
"Sir, why do you have to pretend to be confused? Don't you really know what Wang Shaolin is here for? I just want to meet the old leader of the Red Lotus Sect and ask him what he talked about with the dean that led to the assassin exposing himself to assassinate the dean now. Is this request too much?"
"That's too much, very much so, Zhao Yushu, what does this have to do with you? What on earth do you want to do by staying in Nanyang? How dare you, a commoner, get involved in officialdom? Or has the White Horse Academy stretched its hand so far?"
Zhao Yushu looked at Lan Rong in shock: "Tens of thousands of lives, sir!"
"Hundreds of thousands of dollars have nothing to do with you! I now order you to leave the government office immediately. Get out of Nanyang tomorrow at the latest! Don't force me to do it myself!"
Zhao Yushu sneered: "Humph, humph, as expected, waiting to bet on both success and failure, the governor is very calculating."
Lan Rong glared and slapped Zhao Yushu fiercely. Zhao Yushu had no reaction at all and spat out a mouthful of blood, flying straight out of the courtyard wall.
"Zhao Yushu, remember my words and get out of Nanyang immediately!"
Zhao Yushu lay on the ground, holding his chest with his hands. His blood was surging in his body and several of his ribs were broken. Even though Lan Rong tried to hold back his strength, his attack was almost equivalent to a full-strength blow from Mr. Qin's sword, and Zhao Yushu was immediately seriously injured.
Zhao Yushu struggled to get up, looked at the tall wall of the government office, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and turned around and limped away.
He never thought he would be injured here, and never thought Lan Rong would attack him. Is this the price of being young and reckless?
Being injured would be fine, but it's a pity that I didn't get the information I wanted on this trip. What else can I do now? Can I just wait for Wang Shaolin to take action?
There must be a way. Zhao Yushu staggered back to the academy little by little. The most urgent thing was to recover from his injuries as the granary was about to be built. If he were Wang Shaolin, he would definitely start with the granary.
Figures flashed through his mind one by one. Who else could he ask? What else could he do? How many allies did he have in Nanyang now?
Lan Ling, General Sun, Fang Sanniang, Wang Bushi, Miss Lu; can they provide any additional information?
Lan Rong sat behind the desk, looking at the pile of documents in front of him. A sense of frustration that was almost unsuppressible surged into his heart, and he wished he could smash the documents to pieces with a slap.
As he subconsciously raised his hand, he turned over his palm and saw a tiny spot of blood on it.
At the moment when he slapped Zhao Yushu away, an extremely sharp spiritual power counterattacked on its own and actually pierced through his own seventh-level protective spiritual energy.
Zhao Yushu, who are you?