flstandardbreds Chapter 162 Selecting Talents
Chapter 162 Selecting Talents
"I have been a prefect for over twenty years and have never encountered such unruly people as you."
The prefect's voice was weak but with a hint of stubbornness. He was the local emperor of Liangzhou City.
After sitting in a high position for too long, he was unwilling to succumb to despair and unwilling to let the people see his miserable side.
The fists fell, impacting his body like a violent storm, each blow accompanied by the groaning of bones and the tearing of muscles.
His cheeks were instantly swollen and red blood oozed from the corners of his lips.
Even when faced with a ruthless fist, a flame of resistance still burned in his heart.
But Mo Lengzhou's look made him tremble all over, and the originally arrogant prefect felt an invisible pressure coming over him.
The gaze of the man in front of him was as sharp as a knife, piercing straight into his heart, as if cutting open his deepest fears.
Everything around him became blurry at this moment, and the sound disappeared completely. Only Mo Lengzhou's icy eyes kept circling in his mind.
The fighting spirit, like a fragile candle, was blown out by the sudden cold wind.
Fine beads of sweat oozed from his palms, and all the strength in his body seemed to have been drained away, leaving only endless fear spreading in his heart.
He originally wanted to use his identity to scare these refugees, but he didn't expect these unruly people to want to kill him.
He wanted to uphold his dignity, but facing Mo Lengzhou's deep and cold eyes, all his courage vanished in an instant and disappeared like smoke.
Mo Lengzhou saw that the prefect was frightened to death by him. He really looked down on this weakling. "Humph! He's an official appointed by the imperial court!"
"I am the prefect appointed by the emperor himself. All of you unruly people, just wait for me."
The prefect said viciously that he would rather endure physical pain than let this humiliation easily destroy his will.
"Brother, he's still being stubborn. Do you want to fight him again?" Mo Yunfei asked with his bright eyes.
It was his first time beating someone up, and he was a little scared at first, but when he saw the arrogance and complacency of the prefect's entourage, he wanted to beat them to death.
"Hit him, hit him hard, as long as he's still got a breath left." Mo Lengzhou's words fell.
The young men of Mojia Village rained down their fists on the prefect and the secret guards.
The painful feeling of suffocation swept through the prefect's heart again and again. He shouldn't have failed to bring enough people out.
When Gongxi Leqing saw Mo Lengzhou and his wife coming over, he immediately walked over and asked, "Village Chief, is he really the governor of Liangzhou?"
"I know he is, but so what? The whole of Liang Province is suffering from famine, and they're keeping the city gates closed. What's the point of keeping a prefect who doesn't care about the lives of the refugees?"
"If we kill the prefect, what will happen to Liangzhou City?"
"Lexi, you've been interacting with the refugees lately. Have you discovered any special talents?"
"There are indeed two. Li Ang, 35 years old this year, was framed by his colleagues and exiled to Liangzhou five years ago.
Another one was from Liangzhou Prefecture. His family had been scholars for generations, and three generations of his family had passed the imperial examinations.
When his grandfather was on his way to take the imperial examination, a sudden change in his family cast a shadow over his grandfather's academic career.
After his father passed the imperial examination, his mother suddenly died of illness, leaving no one to shoulder the burden of the family.
The family's financial situation took a sharp turn for the worse, and the former glory vanished in an instant.
As for Zhao Ming, he passed the imperial examination but was replaced by someone else, but he was full of talent.
"Le Le, since you admire them so much, then go and bring them up for us to see." Mo Lengzhou said calmly.
But he must have been uneasy inside, because his ambition was aroused by Lu Zhitao, and he was eager to do something big.
Soon, Gongxi Leqing brought two people, one of whom was a young man in his twenties with a bookish face.
There was a sense of elegance and calmness on his face, like a ray of morning light, peaceful and warm.
He was Zhao Ming, who passed the imperial examination in the capital three years ago. However, fate played a trick on him.
Zhao Ming used to be so proud that he said frankly that he wanted to bring honor to his family through his own efforts.
But he had no connections and no financial resources, and in the end he was not only replaced but was also almost assassinated.
If it hadn't been for the drought and the refugees everywhere, he would have been killed long ago.
Later on, not to mention studying, even having enough to eat became a luxury, and the books in his hands gradually became heavy.
While other refugees were digging tree roots to fill their stomachs, he often sat alone under a tree.
My fingers gently stroked the cover of the book, but my eyes always drifted towards the blue sky, thinking about what path I should take in the future.
He was struggling in his heart, as if there was an invisible force pulling him.
On the one hand, there is a desire for life, and on the other hand, there is helplessness and oppression towards reality.
When he couldn't hold on any longer, he met Village Chief Mo who was leading people to rescue refugees. At that moment, he seemed to see hope.
"I'm honored to meet Village Chief Mo and Madam Mo." Zhao Ming's neither arrogant nor humble voice drifted in the wind.
This was not the first time he had seen Mo Lengzhou and his wife. He had seen this amazing couple half a month ago when he was sandwiched between refugees.
At that time, a flame was ignited in his heart, which was the unyielding and persistence in his ideals.
Although the difficulties in life were like a mountain, making him breathless.
But he knew that only by standing up could he embrace a brighter future.
Just like the plum blossoms, only after experiencing the harshness of winter can they bloom the most brilliant flowers in the spring sunshine.
So Zhao Ming followed the refugees and began to learn how to plow the soil and farm, getting up early and returning late, and even reading by lamplight under the moonlight.
The sound of the pages turning in his hands was like spring thunder, awakening the sleeping dreams in his heart.
The flame of hope rekindled in his eyes. Although the road was difficult, he firmly believed that one day he would be able to walk out of this haze.
"Are you Zhao Ming?"
"Yes, what instructions do Village Chief Mo and his wife have?"
"Are you Li Ang?" Mo Lengzhoumu did not answer Zhao Ming directly, but turned to look at the middle-aged man on the left of my Gongxi Leqing.
"Li Ang meets Village Chief Mo and Madam Mo." When Li Ang was thirty years old, he was appointed Shaoqing of the Dali Temple.
"Sir Li, I know you." After Lu Zhitao arrived at Li Ang, a memory of him saving the original owner popped up in his mind.
"Madam, do you know me? I am an exiled prisoner. You can just call me Li Ang," Li Ang asked modestly.
He looked up at Lu Zhitao. The person in front of him was incredibly beautiful, but he really didn't know her.
"Yes, about seven or eight years ago, Xiaoli and I encountered a group of bad guys in the alley opposite the Dali Temple, and you saved us."
"I remember now." Li Ang was not flattering on purpose, but Lu Zhitao mentioned the specific location, which reminded him of what happened that day.