What does it mean to be in dire straits and what does it mean to be in a state of unrest? These little officials finally learned from Zhao Ping today.
But when will we become official, and what will it take to make it happen?
These little officials looked at each other and couldn't help but think.
"I'll give you three months. I believe that through hard work and gaining the recognition of the people, it can become a two-year agreement signed in two years."
It turned out that it was still two years, and these junior officials couldn't help but be a little disappointed.
"If you perform well, you can sign a five-year or even ten-year contract. If you are particularly outstanding, you can sign a contract until you retire." Zhao Ping gave them a prospect that filled them with hope throughout their lives.
Retiring from old age and returning home is a treatment enjoyed by court officials, but we junior officials can also enjoy it.
Also, the average age for retiring from old age and returning home is seventy. It is impossible for us small police officers like us to work until seventy.
After all, seventies have always been rare since ancient times. How can we catch thieves even if we can't run away?
After all, the ancient officials did not have a specific idea of when they would retire and return to their hometown.
The clerks were a little happy, but Li Zhihao was just the opposite.
His face couldn't help but change greatly, because he was already fifty, wasn't he going to retire soon?
"You grassroots officials have a harder time. Generally, you have to retire and return to your hometown when you reach fifty-five. Those who are in good health and outstanding can extend the period to sixty." Zhao Ping gave everyone a specific explanation.
Hearing this, everyone nodded happily, and Li Zhihao breathed a sigh of relief. He could still work for nearly ten years.
Speaking of this, the benefits came, and all the clerks in the third class smiled happily.
Because the Eight Dians paid them money, each of them had a Sanguan pick-up card.
Zhao Ping distributed the money directly to these small officials through the temporarily arranged officials.
With these salaries, these officials were immediately recognized by the petty officials.
But some people don't agree with it. These are Gu Haiming and his men.
These are not the only benefits they get every year. They look at the pickup cards in their hands coldly, constantly calculating the gains and losses in their minds.
Government offices are usually located in the middle of several streets, and the same is true in Lingquan County.
Next to the official residence, there is a large courtyard with a rockery pond and winding corridors, covering an area of about two acres.
This place originally belonged to a wealthy family, and he sold the house through his relatives.
Because he felt that Lingquan County was too depressed and deserted, and saw no hope, he simply went to Jintang County, not far away, to develop.
At that time, Xizuoying was looking for a house everywhere and bought it easily.
Zhao Ping happened to live here, and Cuizhu thoughtfully boiled water for Zhao Ping to wash his face and make tea.
Now it is Cuizhu's obligation to serve Zhao Ping, and it is also her right. If anyone else wants to get close to Zhao Ping, they must obtain her consent.
Of course, Zhao Long and Wang Guo'er can simply say hello. Her main purpose is to prevent other vixens from seducing the young man.
Not only women must be prevented, but men must also be prevented. Now two families have sent their daughters to Zhao Ping's home.
Zhong Hua was an acquaintance and a general of the Xizuo camp. He said hello and Cuizhu nodded and agreed to let him in.
"I'm telling you, Mr. General, as far as I know, there is a mountain stronghold with about five thousand people, most of whom are refugees." Zhong Hua came in and reported with a bow.
Zhao Ping was surprised at first and did not expect that the situation in Lingquan County was even more serious.
He nodded, drank tea and asked: "How many soldiers and horses are there on the mountain stronghold, and how is the defense?"
"The stronghold is backed by a mountain peak, with three-foot-high city walls on both sides and a moat."
Speaking of this, Zhonghua couldn't help but frown, and when he thought about it, it was already a city.
"I heard that there is about a battalion of soldiers and horses up there." Zhonghua replied after thinking for a while.
Zhao Ping got up from his seat and walked around the coffee table several times.
He thought for a while, frowned, and said, "Don't these little officials know that such a big village is like this?"
Zhao Long, Wang Guo'er and Cuizhu looked at each other without speaking, waiting for Zhao Ping's analysis.
"It seems that this copycat is not simple. It must have had contact with these small officials. Maybe someone took the benefits of the copycat and deliberately concealed it." Zhao Ping thought for a while and said after drinking tea.
Liu Xianhong cupped his hands, stared at Zhao Ping with bright eyes and said: "Little Langjun, we have a hundred personal guards here, just in time to attack the stronghold."
He has a fierce fighting spirit. As a personal soldier, he stays by Zhao Ping's side at all times and has few opportunities to make contributions.
"Wait a minute, hold your troops still for the time being to prevent the copycats from leaping over the wall and taking the people as hostages." Zhao Ping shook his head and said suddenly.
"They are citizens of the Song Dynasty, and they are all their own comrades. How could this happen?" Liu Xianhong looked at Zhao Ping in shock, his hands kept cupped and he forgot to put them down, and he said.
Zhao Ping looked at Liu Xianhong and shook his head. Liu Xianhong was a martial artist and thought of people's hearts too simply.
"This person can turn a small village into a big one in just a few years. His will, ability, and ambition are definitely not small. With these 5,000 people in his hands, he has the strength to challenge the government." Zhao Ping analyzed said.
"Since we can't defeat the government, we should use the people as hostages and ask the government to use rat weapons." Zhong Hua followed Zhao Ping's words and analyzed it.
Zhao Ping nodded, Liu Xianhong scratched his head and asked: "We can't fight, so how can we win this copycat?"
Longquan Mountain Eternal Village.
The cottage is halfway up the mountain, with a mountain on its back and cliffs on both sides. There is a rugged mountain road two people wide in front leading down to the mountain.
The cottage made good use of this small stream and turned it into a moat.
There is an arch bridge on the moat of the village gate, which connects the gate of the village to the outside.
It can be said that with mountains and rivers, steep city walls, and a large population, it is difficult to attack the mountain stronghold.
Of course, this is the strength of Huang Zhizhao, the leader of the village, because it is securely fastened.
Today, the people in the village had to stop when passing this arch bridge.
"Buy the monster taro, buy the monster taro." There were a lot of traders shouting on the bridge and on the roadside.
"How much does it cost per pound?" Lin Si, a villager, couldn't help but stop and turned to look at the vendor and asked.
"One penny per catty." The merchant glanced at the villagers and said.
Lin Si thought for a while and asked: "The price is indeed a bit cheap, so how much do you want to buy?"
"You get what you pay for," the vendor said, patting the chicken bus.
Lin Si couldn't help but his eyes lit up. Although the price was cheap, the quantity was large.
This mountain is full of them, just use a hoe to dig them out.
When they heard how much was being collected, the villagers who came out to work did not believe it and stepped forward to confirm.
After getting the affirmative answer, these villagers went home one after another.
The merchant was stunned, did they not want it anymore?
In the time it took a stick of incense to come out, not only did they come out, but adults and children also came out.
The adults were carrying baskets, the children were holding small hoes, and even the women were carrying their babies on cloth strips and holding hoes at the same time.
They gathered in groups and set off towards the mountain, aiming for the monster taro on the mountain.
Seeing such a huge situation and battle, the traders couldn't help but be stunned.
How do they know that although the purchase price is cheap, it cannot support the large quantity.
The key is that these monster yams are everywhere and don’t need to be planted.
Although rice, wheat, and milo are far more expensive than this, they need to be planted.
Not only does it take a long time, but it also depends on the weather. If the weather is bad, the harvest will certainly be bad.
Now, they almost dig out the monster taro growing in the ground without planting it, remove the mud and sell it for money.
This is almost a no-cost business and only requires a little labor.
If you look at it from space, for a moment, there are dark figures everywhere.
Some of them are in the fields, some on the mountainside, some on the mountains, and some among the trees.
The people looked at each other and saw that there were probably hundreds of people digging monster yams.
Calculated based on the amount dug by yourself, the amount given will be at least several thousand kilograms, or even tens of thousands of kilograms.
There are too many monster yams, can these traders buy them? Do they have enough copper money on them?
Thinking of this, some people stopped digging for monster yams, worried that they would dig too much. If the other party couldn't buy it, wouldn't it be a waste of time and effort?
Lin Siwa is seventeen years old this year, and his younger brother Lin Qiwa is only eleven years old.
In ancient times, the fifteenth year could be regarded as adulthood, and some even got married and had children.
But Lin Siwa has not gotten married yet. The ultimate reason is that her family is too poor.
Now that they heard that digging monster yams can make money, the two brothers picked up their hoes and ran to the land like a gust of wind in search of monster yams.
Lin Qiwa waved her small hoe, wiping sweat while staring at the ground.
What he was thinking in his mind was to dig more, so that his brother would have the money to marry his wife.
He was still young, so naturally he had no idea of marrying his wife, but my brother was getting older day by day.
At such an old age, there is no matchmaker to come forward to talk about matchmaking. My brother must have very low self-esteem and find it difficult to hold his head up in front of everyone.
If there are those who are the fastest in the crowd wielding hoes, Lin Qiwa is certainly one of the fastest.
He wished he could dig out all the copper coins with his hoe, so that he could have money to marry his wife.
Seeing that many people of the same age had already married and even had children, he was naturally very anxious.
The two brothers were anxious, and Father Lin was even more anxious.
His wife is very capable of giving birth, and she is already the ninth child.
When I thought about it at the time, not only was the family lively, but the children were more united and less afraid of fights. After all, having more people was an advantage.
Especially when the baby is young, he is very cute and adorable, just like a living toy.
Although the baby is tiring to carry, the childish and clumsy tone and movements make the old couple very happy.
But after having so many children, only when you grow up do you realize the difficulty.
The daughter is easy to deal with, and she can be released into the household when she is fifteen.
But what about my son? It was not easy to marry Lin San through marriage exchange.
But when Lin Jiu, the fourth sister of Lin, was only nine years old, could she give Lin Jiu to someone else as a child bride?
Sons are the favorites of their parents, but aren’t daughters the favorites?
Now I heard that you can get money by digging monster yam, so the whole family came out.
They divided the work and cooperated. The Lin father and son dug up the monster taro, while Mother Lin, Lin Bamei and Lin Jiuze used their hands to dig out the mud from the monster taro.
Father Lin looked up and saw that it was already the end of Shen Shi (five o'clock in the afternoon). If he didn't go back, there might be no acquisition.
