It was already the end of August.
Summer had gone and autumn had come; the cool breeze was refreshing. The leaves hadn't fallen, but the fruits were ripe. It was harvest season. The life of the common people was laborious, yet with rice at home, their faces beamed with smiles and joy.
Li Xian's repeated defeat of the evil bandits had spread his renown far and wide. The county magistrate of Qingning County feared his might. Remembering that day at the banquet, when Li Xian said, "Let the skies of Qingning be a shade bluer."
Thus, during the month of grain collection and taxation, the major landlord families, gangs, and yamen runners dared not act recklessly. The chaotic and arbitrary tax collections were somewhat restrained.
The people were grateful and aware of Li Xian's contributions, hoping for the long tenure of the Martial Captain. Li Xian never sought influence but acted on his own will, listening to the praises of the people, yet his heart remained calm:
