The governor of Chuzhou was a virtuous man. But he could be easily mistaken as an ordinary farmer because of his swarthy cheeks and rough hands. It was usually hard to distinguish the virtuous from the ignorant by appearance.
He had just come back from the dam and was worried about the coming autumn flood. But what worried him more was the invading troops. Chuzhou was a beautiful place, but it was located by the border.
Just like his virtues, his emotions were never shown on his face. He finished the government affairs calmly, stepped out of his office accompanied by a servant, and walked with a crutch toward the east mountain to seek for some peace.
There was a newly built pavilion on the east mountain. He supervised the expensive construction and was reproached. But he never cared.