Wei Wushang did not think Zuo Zhikang was boasting.
Zuo Zhikang had served as an official in Yunyang City for many years, and what kind of person he was, Wei Wushang knew well.
Most importantly, before this, Yunyang City really did not have so many beggars. Only when faced with natural disasters or man-made calamities would the city see disaster victims turning into beggars.
Then, under the guidance of the government, these disaster victim beggars would quickly be redistributed, find work, and support their families with their own skills.
"Left City Guardian, is there really no way to solve this situation?"
Wei Wushang looked towards Zuo Zhikang.
Zuo Zhikang shrugged his shoulders and said, "At least, I have no way!"
"These people don't strive for improvement themselves. Can I, as an official, put a knife to their throats to force them to work?"
"Left City Guardian, I think it's possible!"
