As he was about to leave Zhaojiazhuang, he took a deep look at Nineteen Niang.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, the relationship between father and daughter for ten years was about to be replaced.
Fortunately, she has not forgotten her hard work for her father.
After Wang Wenxiu looked at Zhao Ping and Wang Jiu Niang, he nodded and returned to Wangjiazhuang with a relaxed smile.
This time is completely different from last time.
He said he would go back, and the elders followed him back obediently this time.
It's no longer noisy. As expected, he is a rich man.
And his uncle did live up to his hopes.
And it brought surprises, far beyond his imagination.
He is preparing to convene a clan meeting to exercise his power as clan leader.
Let’s see if you still dare to rely on your old age and show off your old age?
Wang Wenxiu has never felt so comfortable since he became the clan leader.
In the past, there were always senior citizens popping up.
There is also his cousin Wang Wenfu who is always against him secretly.
This time, what else can you say?
Everything is under your control.
Not long after Wang Wenxiu left, Xi Xing came in.
But his expression was very strange.
His face was extremely anxious.
Xi Xing's eyebrows were furrowed and he came in to report: "Tell me, Mr. Young, that tens of thousands of people suddenly came outside?"
"What, tens of thousands of people? Are you sure?"
Zhao Ping couldn't help but leave the shuttle spinning wheel and stared at Xi Xing without blinking.
Xi Xing nodded: "I did a preliminary count and estimated that there are about 10,000 people."
Zhao Ping nodded: "That shouldn't be too far off. Why are so many people coming?"
It seems that Xiao Langjun must have forgotten, and Xi Xing must remind him.
"Last time, Mr. Xiaolang agreed that the soldiers would take their families back, and many, many people came this time."
"I guess friends and relatives are here together. Xiao Langjun, what should I do about this?"
When my mother heard this, she immediately stopped her cheerful textile work and broke into a cold sweat.
She was horrified when thousands of people came to Zhaojiazhuang at one time.
Now there are tens of thousands of people at one time.
It seems that there are not so many people in the whole Zhaojiazhuang plus Wangjiazhuang and Lijiazhuang. What should we do about this?
Zhao Ping, his mother, Zhao Jie, Cuizhu, Lan'er, Xia He and others came out to take a look and suddenly took a breath of air.
Oh my God!
In front of me is a black mass of human heads, arranged for several miles.
The streets and alleys from Guandao to Zhaojiazhuang are full of people, and there are even people standing in Lijiazhuang across the street.
When the construction workers saw so many people coming, they immediately stopped construction for safety reasons.
There are so many of these, are they an appointment?
Even on this day, Zhaojiazhuang's reception capacity was not considered.
Most of these people were in rags.
Some carry baggage, some carry mats!
Can the basket be loved?
Some men actually carried four children in baskets.
This woman must be too busy, carrying one on her back and holding two children with both hands.
This person must be a filial son, carrying his old mother on his back and holding his father with a cane in his hand.
Two people got off a flatbed truck.
Zhao Ping looked carefully, and with the support of others, they got out of the car with both hands.
It turns out that the blind man is here too!
Of course, if you are a completely healthy person, don’t think about it.
Not only the somewhat healthy ones came, but also the old, weak, sick and disabled.
Most people's faces were pale or hungry, and some were pale and even staggered or even fell to the ground.
A group of people were so filthy that they were covered in pot soot.
Cuizhu suddenly pointed at the group of people in front of him and said, "Little husband, look at those young ladies and young men. They seem to be naked."
Zhao Ping and his mother took a closer look and saw that a group of young men and young ladies seemed to have no clothes on.
They even covered themselves with pot soot.
The stench is overwhelming!
A gust of hot wind blew, carrying various smells such as sweat, body odor, feces and urine.
Mother, Cuizhu and others couldn't help but cover their noses.
Even Zhao Ping, Xi Xing and others couldn't help but cover their noses.
Zhao Ping said to Zhao Jie, Xi Xing, Zhao Yun and others: "The weather is too hot and the population is large, so things are easy to happen."
"Immediately mobilize the security team and construction workers to build simple bamboo houses, bathhouses, huts, canteens, cook rice, and boil water for them."
"There are too many people, and things can easily go wrong. We can't let them be quiet."
"The best way is to let these people build their homes together."
"Pay attention to hygiene, and the place where you live must be disinfected with lime. Each person will be given two sets of clothes first. If there are not enough, go to the county to purchase them immediately."
"Ask Zhao Di to buy more pots, pans, food and other daily necessities. Buy more clothes. Their old clothes may be contagious, so they were all burned."
"You must use sulfur fairy soap to disinfect when bathing, and drinking water must be boiled water plus ten drops of water."
"Some of them are very old or have traveled long distances, and many of them may be sick."
"Ask Professor You, doctors and nurses to treat patients."
"Please arrange for the housekeeper to arrange personnel to register these people and issue Zhaojiazhuang ID cards as a voucher for receiving food and clothing."
There were too many people, so Zhao Ping had to be careful and give orders one after another.
Everyone said yes and arranged people to go.
Nineteenth Mother, wet nurse, and maid also came out.
They covered their noses while coming out to watch the fun.
There are too many people, and one Zhuangzi in Zhaojiazhuang cannot accommodate them.
what to do?
Seeing Nineteen Niang, Zhao Ping had an idea.
Isn't this ready-made?
Just as Wangjiazhuang had just gotten involved, the relationship between the two Zhuangzi was heating up.
"Wangjiazhuang is now our partner, and his workers will be hired from here in the future."
Zhao Ping turned to look at the two of them and spoke to Wang Jiuniang and the wet nurse.
"Please, Nurse and Nineteenth Mother, please go back and invite them to join us."
Wang Jiuniang, the wet nurse and the maid nodded.
Zhao Ping called two sedan chairs and sent them to Wangjiazhuang to contact them.
At this time Yuan Xuezheng, Qian Shao and Yan Yan also came out one after another.
Seeing Zhao Ping's arrangement in an orderly manner, he praised his kindness.
They praised and worried at the same time.
Although lobbyists were everywhere, there were too many people this time.
Although they were shocked by the power of Zhaojiazhuang.
Although Zhaojiazhuang is attractive, I can't help but feel proud.
Although they are now also from Zhaojiazhuang.
But now there are tens of thousands of people, and they are refugees.
They came with full expectations. Can Zhaojiazhuang let them leave with full of disappointment?
Can Zhaojiazhuang be settled properly?
Can Zhaojiazhuang accommodate it?
Can Zhaojiazhuang give them a stable livelihood?
After all, with so many people, it is easiest to be afraid of being exploited with ulterior motives.
It's very easy for something to happen if someone provokes you even a little bit.
Food, clothing, supplies, shelter, livelihood, education.
Which one is not a big deal?
If not arranged properly, these people will have to get emotional.
It may even cause trouble, and there may even be a murder case.
Human life is at stake! Public security is difficult.
Public security is a trivial matter, and it is related to the fear of someone making trouble.
Don't you see, that's how Wang Xiaobo, Li Shun, Zhong Xiang, and Yang Yao rebelled.
But how to accommodate so many people?
If the placement is not good, not only will this place not be the source of peach blossoms, but it may also become the source of chaos and turmoil.
Yuan Xuezheng, Qian Shao, and Yan Yan were familiar with the epic, and they were all worried about Zhao Ping.
They are not only worried about Zhaojiazhuang, but also worried about themselves.
After all, they are now real people from Zhaojiazhuang.
Yuan Xuezheng suddenly thought of something, stepped forward and asked Zhao Ping: "How many people are there in Zhaojiazhuang now?"
Zhao Ping usually didn't pay attention to this. He thought for a while and said: "Including these people who just arrived today, it is estimated that there should be about 17,000 people."
After Yuan Xuezheng looked at the dark crowd in front of him, he frowned and looked at each other with Qian Shao.
He then said to Zhao Ping: "Ping'er, Ping'er, it's too fast, it's too fast. This is already the population of a small county, and it won't work without attracting the attention of the court."
"Sooner or later, the imperial court will set up a small government office here to manage it, and the official who manages it should be at least the county magistrate. This is troublesome."
I didn't expect that the government would be involved. Wouldn't this put a tight curse on myself?
It doesn't matter if you recite the tight mantra correctly, but you are afraid of reciting the sutra indiscriminately.
They were afraid that they would use their power to blackmail Zhaojiazhuang.
I am afraid that they will regard Zhaojiazhuang as an inexhaustible bank.
After all, Zhao Ping has no fame yet.
Zhao Ping couldn't help being stunned and looked at Yuan Xuezheng, Qian Shao and Yan Yan.
He raised his hands in a very solemn tone and said: "The county magistrate is Liu Ang now, and he has a deep prejudice against the boy."
"If he comes over, Zhaojiazhuang may be messed up by his smoky atmosphere, or it may flourish and then decline."
This problem must be solved.
"Teacher, please think of a way."
After Qian Shao looked at Yuan Xuezheng, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He said happily: "My brother-in-law is now the eighth grade, doesn't he just become the county magistrate?"
Isn’t this embarrassing for me?
Yuan Xuezheng glanced at the two of them, sighed, shook his head and said, "I am good at studying, but not at governing the people."
"Besides, I am obsessed with music, chess, calligraphy, painting and teaching, and have had no intention of pursuing an official career for most of my life."
Then Yuan Xuezheng looked at Qian Shao and said: "Xingzhi is from the eighth grade. I recommend it together. I wonder if it is okay?"
Strictly shook his head and said: "This is very easy for Liu Ang to criticize. It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate."
After Yuan Xuezheng pondered for a while, he looked at Zhao Ping and suddenly remembered something and said: "Why did you forget this matter? Is Ping'er's uncle Yuanfu?"
"He has the title of "Three Hundred Long and Short Sentences" and is recommended by the Changyuan County government. It should be a sure thing to get a fellow Jinshi."
"When Yuanfu becomes famous, we will recommend him to Changyuan County. Xinzhi County will naturally agree, and things will fall into place naturally."
Qian Shao and Yan Yan also thought about it together and nodded in agreement.
If the teacher is a master, then the uncle is a nerd.
My uncle is worse than you.
But this also gave uncle a way out.
What to do? It's really a dilemma.
There are many Jinshi in the world, and some are even ninth-grade sesame officials.
Maybe Changzhou will arrange additional personnel to come here?
Things are getting more complicated.
what to do?
Yuan Xuezheng suddenly glanced at Zhao Ping meaningfully and said suddenly: "Ping'er, I heard that you invented a new textile equipment and named it the flying shuttle loom. Why don't you invite me to watch it together?"
