Wen Tiren has been a governor outside for many years, especially in Bei'annan. It can be said that he has received enough training and no longer has the impetuousness and eagerness he had in the capital before.

He looked at Mo Xulin, with a hint of pressure mixed with his confident expression, and said, "Of course it is true. When the Anti-Corruption Bureau arrives, the governor's office will not receive, do not be polite, or be cold, just do things in public. What do they want to check? If they open it, let them investigate."

Mo Xulin was shocked and said, "Sir, do you really ask them to investigate? The government affairs in Shaanxi have been considered 'illegal' over the years. Although they have a tacit understanding with the emperor and the court, if we really pursue it, we will be a minor crime to be punished!"

The idea of ​​"farm plan" in Shaanxi was Zhu Xu. Li Banghua promoted it with all his strength. How many things have happened in the past few years? Even Wen Tiren has not figured it out for more than a year when he arrived in Shaanxi. It was "illegal" from the beginning. Until now, if you really have to be serious, I am afraid that most of the court will fall!

This is not a joke. Shaanxi has always been the most important government affairs center of the dynasty. If it is turned over and investigated, no one can get it!

Wen Tiren glanced at him, smiled across his lips, and said, "Don't worry, the people in the capital know more about their sensibility than us. They will not turn Shaanxi over, otherwise it will be of no benefit to anyone. It is said that Mr. Bi Ge wants to retire, but he only needs to be in his position for one day, and no one can drive him away except the emperor."

Mo Xulin didn't feel any comfort, but felt even more nervous. If he had been in this position ten years ago, he would have packed things and resigned from office and went home quickly, but now if he left, he would have to be charged with "fleeing for fear of crimes" and his reputation would be lost.

There was no way forward and retreat, Mo Xulin felt like an ant was on the pot, and he was impatient, but Wen Tiren, who was in a head, was not anxious or slow, and he was not planning to do anything.

Mo Xulin hesitated for a while and said, "Sir, I'm afraid there is no convincingness when I go to the official and say it, so you should tell me yourself."

The deputy has a very great use, that is, to thunder the head of the matter. Mo Xulin is worried that Wen Tiren will use him to block the disaster.

Wen Tiren has been in the officialdom for more than 20 years. He can see Mo Xulin's thoughts at a glance, but he does not point it out. He nodded with a smile like an old man and said, "Okay, I'll send me an order. Officials above the prefecture will immediately arrive at Xi'an Prefecture and sort out the government affairs over the years. Especially when it comes to money, grain, land, etc., you must be clear. Tell them that if you don't know, don't blame me for not being able to protect them!"

Mo Xulin clearly heard the cold coldness from Wen Tiren's words, and his mind was shaking, and he hurriedly said: "Yes."

It was clear that spring was coming, but a cold wave suddenly appeared in Shaanxi. Everyone who was in the official position was in danger, and those who were not in the official position were worried that they would be implicated and would not be able to live in peace all day long, like headless flies, spreading everywhere.

The prefects in Shaanxi were ordered to arrive at Xi'an Prefecture. Wen Tiren comforted them again and again, but they could not feel at ease. They were full of anxiety. They could not eat or sleep in Xi'an Prefecture, but they could not leave, as if they were guilty and were waiting for trial.

However, Wen Tiren was calm and composed, and he did whatever he should do, and he had nothing to do.

The entire Xi'an Prefecture was quietly shrouded in a solemn and depressing atmosphere, and even ordinary people were infected, and some rumors were spreading everywhere and becoming increasingly boiling.

At the same time, the entire Ming Dynasty was watching Shaanxi, wanting to see how this storm changed!

Since the throne has been purged by the Donglin Party, although Zhu Youjian and others have been relatively stable, Bi Ziyan and others have been in control of the dynasty for seven or eight years. If so, it should be considered the biggest change since Jing Zheng!

Which official doesn’t care about such a big change?

There are dark waves inside and outside the Ming Dynasty, watching quietly and waiting.

Gong Dingzi arrived at Xi'an Prefecture without hiding or deliberately forming a formation. After seeing Wen Tiren and others, he moved directly into the inn and did not come out again. He didn't even see a figure for three days.

The officials in Xi'an Prefecture are even more uneasy. They are all ants on hot pans, anxious and inquiring about the news, fearing in their hearts. Some people are already trying to find ways to escape.

Wen Mansion.

Wen Tiren, Senator Mo Xulin from the left, Senator Tao Dezhi from the right, and several Senators, the heads-in-chief, were all gathered here, looking at Wen Tiren with a eager eye.

When the Anti-Corruption Bureau came, they were hiding inexplicably and not checking the case. How could they feel at ease?

The governor Wen Tiren was as usual, and they even made them feel overwhelmed and out of place. Those who were absent came to Wen Tiren to ask for an explanation.

Wen Tiren is not only the governor of Shaanxi, but also the capital official who was once the Minister of Rites, and he has no choice but to do so.

Mo Xulin is now a big head and two big heads. He looked at Wen Tiren with a bitter face and said, "Sir, all the things that should be sent in have been sent in. It's been three days. Why is that Lord Gong not having any news? Should I review or go through the formalities? I have to give an explanation? Now the whole of Shaanxi is in chaos, and everyone has the heart to do things."

The others nodded desperately, their eyes were copper bells, and their ears were like rabbits, and they wanted to pounce over and hug Wen Tiren.

Wen Tiren was not too slow, Yu Guang swept over these people and said lightly, "Where is Lord Yu? What do you say?"

The "Master Yu" in Wen Tiren's words refers to Yu Dacheng. Yu Dacheng is now the prime minister of the six provinces of Shaanxi and Sichuan. Although he is a little weak, he is still on top of them.

Yu Dacheng basically followed Fu Changzong's style in Shaanxi, but he did not have the ability of Fu Changzong, nor his prestige and background. He was restrained when doing things, but in the end he just shrank his hands and feet, just hid in the Prime Minister's office and did things step by step. As for what happened outside, he would not care about it unless the water flooded in front of the door.

This has made many people ignore this person's existence.

Mo Xulin and others were stunned. Although Yu Dacheng was their nominal head, this person was not qualified to use to hold the tank and could not convince the public. He still stared at Wen Tiren, wanting to speak but stopping.

Wen Tiren looked at the expressions of these people, smiled in his eyes, but his face was deep, as if he was struggling violently. When the things in front of him were almost unable to help, he sighed and said with a sad face: "I am the governor of Shaanxi. I can't retreat naturally. Don't worry, I have written a memorial and take all the faults of Shaanxi on my body. I admit all the sins, and have nothing to do with you. The Japanese official in Ming Dynasty took the shackles to meet Lord Gong, confessed his guilt and punished him. What you have to do is to manage Shaanxi well. No matter what, government affairs cannot be chaotic. Everyone, Shaanxi's "new policy" is like sailing against the current..."

Wen Tiren was preparing to make a long speech, but Mo Xulin and others couldn't help it. They all stood up with a shout of surprise and looked in disbelief.
Chapter completed!