Not only does he have ice cubes, but just like the monthly allowance, ice coupons are also given to the county government according to the level, but no one else in the county seems to have this worry. [No pop-up novel website] Wu Ya, who has the most dealings with thieves in the county, eats and drinks in the government office every day. What this old man was drinking was some kind of Langmu liquor from Kun Thief. Wu Ya fell in love with this kind of liquor and its strange drinking method after going to Bairen City once. He mixed it with some sizzling sour water. , plus crushed ice. Sometimes a few mint leaves are added. It is said that drinking it to relieve summer heat and quench thirst is very comfortable. He also recommended it to him many times. Wu Mingjin felt that this kind of drinking method, where water and fire meet and ice and fire attack each other, is not in line with the way of maintaining health, so I would like to thank you for being insensitive.
As for Dian Shi, it was even more incredible. Wu Mingjin thought angrily: I don’t know whose official he is. Mr. Dianshi lives in the government office, and his requirements for the thieves are simply to be at his beck and call. He was very busy in front of the saddle and behind the horse. The thieves went to Nanbao to mine, and Dianshi led the government servants to clear the way. They were busy in front of and behind the horse, doing paperwork when they were told, and making land deeds when they were told.
Why didn't you work so hard in the past? Wu Mingjin thought resentfully. Judging from the fact that Dian Shi's family has become increasingly generous in terms of food and clothing expenses and the fact that they have to go to Dongmen City every "week" - this is the calculation method of thieves -, it is said that money can make the world go round. It's really good.
Wang Ci, the county magistrate, is the most upright master there is. Wu Mingjin didn't expect that he would also go to Kun Thief for help. Now the hundreds of acres of school land outside the west gate have changed hands. He secretly looked at the city wall several times - Xuetian's appearance had changed greatly, which made him happy and worried at the same time. He was happy that he wanted to support Lingao Wenqi, but he could never come up with the money. Now that the school has been reorganized, the funds for the county school have been secured. What I'm worried about is that if Kun Thief takes this hand, he will inevitably get it among the scholars.
Wu Mingjin didn't care much about what the mud-legged people thought. Although he also knew the sayings such as "the people are nobler than the king", "water can carry a boat but also capsize it", "the people's support is against them", etc., it was the attitude of the scholars that worried him the most. He also had a good impression of the Kun thieves, and even a few evil people betrayed the famous religion, which made it difficult to deal with people's hearts. Although the ancients did not have a clear theory of "ideology", the basic principles were still clear. So he was always worried about it.
Wu Mingjin has not read many historical books, but he has always read Zizhi Tongjian and the like. Whenever there is rebellion and rebellion, once a scholar gets involved in it, the evil and harm will be a hundred times, a thousand times greater than that of a few mud-legged people.
Since ancient times, there have been many cases of scholars turning into toilet thieves. It is said that there are quite a few scholars among the fake Kun - what a shame! Wu Mingjin suddenly became alert-could this Wang Jiaoyu also be unable to withstand the temptation of the thief? This is a big deal! Lingao is a small county town, with only thirty students in the county. As long as a few talented people work hard...
Wu Mingjin simply couldn't bear to think about it. A scholar was a thief. It seemed that this dynasty had never set a precedent. Thinking of this, he felt restless and quickly ordered people to find Wang Jiaoyu.
Wang Ci was entering the city from outside the west gate - sighing from time to time along the way.
He was going to pay homage to him. A student member of the "affiliated school" in the county just passed away. As a teacher, this is a must. Fortunately, roads in Australia are now well repaired, and the family's home is not far from the main road. It only took one day to come and go. In the past, I had to go back to the county the next morning.
Although the road was easy to walk, Wang Ci felt very heavy. The dead member was only in his early forties. When he went to pay his condolences, the deceased left behind a pair of orphans and a widowed mother who were very pitiful. The family's financial situation was very miserable - it turned out that they were just opening a private school to educate a few children to make a living. The county's tuition money has not come out for many years - if he could have money to supplement it, maybe he would not die.
In Lingao, the literary spirit is already weak, so another person died like this. Although the quota is empty, someone will naturally be admitted as a substitute, but there are not many scholars in this county...
Generally speaking, in ancient times, those who took the road of studying and taking exams would not be in extreme poverty at home. In rural areas, they must be at least a middle peasant or above. But as soon as a person goes to school, the family loses a strong labor force. If the family has a small population, or encounters some kind of disaster, it is easy to fall into poverty.
There are many scholars in Lingao County who are in poor financial condition. Not only are the scholars poor, but the children who have no share in receiving tuition money are even poorer. During the last county examination, many children were in disgrace, just like beggars - except for the scholars who want relief, the children are scholars. Root seedlings also need some subsidies.
Naturally, the county couldn't come up with any money, and the gentry's donations had almost been spent. Wang Ci had spoken to them too many times, and Wang Ci was really too embarrassed to go back. It seems that if we wait until after the autumn harvest and the autumn grain comes out from the fields, we will be able to earn more money and rice. Wang Ci thought.
When he walked past the west gate of the county seat and saw the newly renovated school farm, he would murmur to himself - was his move right or wrong?
Judging from the situation in the fields, the appearance of this school field is the best since Wang Ci took up his post in Lingao. The green seedlings, neat ridges and ditches, and the newly built fences and winding trees in the garden are in full bloom. He had never seen pumpkin flowers, this beautiful pastoral scenery in the school field - all he saw were large areas of barren fields and half-planted crops.
But look at the road that has just been built to the west gate, and the fortress-like house that has just been erected outside the city gate. This house was built by Australians for the tenants of the Xuetian. The house is very elegantly built - it's actually made of bricks and tiles! Wang Ci has been inside several times. There are drying areas, toilets, livestock sheds, and wells. Not only are all the living facilities available, but they are also more rationally laid out and easier to use than he has ever seen before. Of course, there are not only tenants living there, but also people like long-term workers gathered in droves by the Australians from the mainland, who are also cultivating academic fields.
Although Wang Ci couldn't see what was wrong with it, he still felt uneasy seeing this small village with a brand new look standing less than half a mile away from the city gate.
Just as I was thinking about this, I met Lu Da on the road. I saw Zhuangtou, the tenant of the school field, pushing a brand new handcart on the newly paved tractor road. There were two large wooden barrels with lids on the car. There was an indescribable smell wafting from a distance, a bit like feces but much more pungent.
Seeing Wang Jiaoyu coming, Lu Da stopped the car in a hurry, stood on the roadside respectfully and called out: "Mr. Wang."
Wang Ci originally had nothing to say to such a mud-legged guy, but he wanted to find out what the Australians were doing, so he smiled and said, "Okay, are you sending shit to the ground?"
"Sir, this is not feces, it's ammonia." Lu Da said.
"An Shui?"
"Yes, it's brought from Bo Pu. It's used to fertilize the fields. It's said to be better than excrement and bean cakes."
"Is that so?" Wang Ci is no longer surprised by the Australians' new gadgets. I guess this is another new thing for them.
"How's the crop?"
"It's great!" Lu Da's face blossomed with a smile. "I have been farming for decades, and I have never seen such good crops! It's amazing!"
Lu Da talked enthusiastically about many new things about Australian farming, some of which Wang Ci had heard of, and some of which he had not. He listened with great interest to all the whims and whims of the Australians and their various new and strange gadgets. Sometimes I feel curious, and sometimes I am surprised by their grandeur.
Wang Ci had a vague feeling that the greatness of the Australians was not only their many "skillful and obscene skills" that he didn't understand, but also their execution and courage.
Hundreds of acres of school land were renovated when asked to be renovated. The land was plowed up and all the water canals were rebuilt. In just one month, Xuetian's appearance took on a completely new look - he estimated that if the county came to do it, even if there was plenty of money and food, Wu Daling would not be able to do it in less than half a year. As for the road under his feet, it was even more unimaginable.
Not only do you dare to do it, but you can do it. This made Wang Ci feel sincere admiration.
"A useless scholar is a scholar!" This sentence suddenly flashed in his mind. Be it yourself, Wu Daling, or anyone with a good reputation in the county, who is not a person who has read poetry and books and is familiar with the four classics? Why are there so many things that need to be done and problems that need to be solved in the county that are never completed? The problem of Guangtian Tian has been in his hands for seven or eight years, and he has been unable to solve it after much thought. Wu Daling repeatedly summoned the gentry to solve the problem of bandits and roads in the county, but failed to solve it.
When the Australians arrived, it was like a typhoon blew up, blowing away everything in an instant.
Be the first to create a trend. Wang Ci sighed. He had already had a premonition that what the Australians did in Lingao would not only be done in Lingao.
Wang Ci asked about the internal affairs of the school farm again. Lu Da said that currently the tenants in the school farm, children under the age of 13 were sent to school, and the food and accommodation were paid by Australians. Not only did they have three meals a day, but they also had clothes. They provide all daily necessities such as clothes, quilts, and shoes. Basically, the child just needs to go there with his butt naked and his mouth open.
"What?!" Wang Ci exclaimed, "Are they running a school?"
This greatly stimulated Wang Ci's nerves. As the top leader of the education department of Lingao County in the Ming Dynasty, he was worried about the county school every day, but this Australian actually ran the school quietly - from Lu Da's tone, it seemed to be running very well!
"Yes," Lu Da looked at him strangely, "Master, don't you know? The younger two monkeys have been reading it for several months." (!!~!
