"The stronger the young, the stronger the Song."
Zhao Ping did not speak, but wrote a few words on the case with a brush.
Yes, although they are children, they are the future.
"Although they are still young now, they will be teenagers in a few years. They are the future of the Song Dynasty and the future of Zhaojiazhuang." Zhao Ping put the brush on the pen holder and said to everyone.
Hearing this, Zhang Si and others congratulated Wang Wenxiu one after another.
"Congratulations, congratulations, Ziyang (characterized by Wang Wenxiu), congratulations on your promotion to Chi County (the highest level county in the Song Dynasty, equivalent to the main urban area of Beijing in later generations). A rising tide lifts all boats." Zhang Si congratulated first.
Yang Yun then said meaningfully: "Chixian County is only found in the capital."
"This is an auspicious sign from heaven, a double happiness." Zhang Hong then emphasized its significance.
"Congratulations and congratulations." With so many big shots coming to congratulate him, Wang Wenxiu returned the gift and thanked him at the same time.
After thanking him, Wang Wenxiu came to Zhao Ping and thanked him: "Thank you little saint for sending the population and promoting Xi County to Chi County."
Zhao Ping nodded, took a sip of tea, and looked forward to his next words.
When Wang Wenxiu ran to Zhao Ping's apartment, it was definitely not as simple as thanking him.
"Little saint, there are many mountains in Xixian County but little land. We can barely support 150,000 people, and now we have another 150,000 people. There is really nothing I can do for you." Wang Wenxiu bowed his hands and stated his purpose.
Zhang Si thought for a while and asked Wang Wenxiu: "Didn't there be a lot of food at the last tasting meeting?"
"There's no problem with keeping that food for three months, but what about the long term?" When Wang Wenxiu said this, his eyebrows on both sides were almost frowning together.
Zhao Ping nodded: "I already know about this, but there are always more solutions than difficulties."
Zhao Ping can't be alone, let alone call me me. After thinking about it, he just used me instead.
In Zhao Ping's view, I am between me and myself.
Sure enough, Zhaojiazhuang felt that Zhao Ping would be the most suitable person to call me.
It's not as extreme as me, but it also shows that Zhao Ping is different.
Wang Wenxiu couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard that Zhao Ping had a solution.
The problems that Xi County cannot solve are different in the hands of the little sage. After all, the little sage still has Zhaojiazhuang in his hands.
At this time, Zhang Si thought for a moment and stepped forward and said, "Isn't there Jintang County in Zhaojiazhuang?"
"It's inappropriate, it's inappropriate. Xixian County is the inheritance of the little saint. These people should stay in Xixian County." As soon as these words came out, they were immediately opposed by others.
In the eyes of Xi Xing and others, these people are from Zhaojiazhuang, and these are the foundation for the future Zhaojiazhuang country.
Zhang Si was rejected and suddenly fell into deep thought.
Since these refugees cannot be allowed to go to Jintang County, they can only stay in Xi County.
Is it necessary to use the entire Zhaojiazhuang to subsidize Xi County? It is okay for a short time, but over time, Zhaojiazhuang may not be able to bear it.
After all, Zhaojiazhuang also maintains a Sichuan Army and a security group with 100,000 soldiers and horses. This is a gold-eating monster.
Not only that, Xi County is still under the noses of the barbarians, thousands of miles away from Chengdu, and separated by the Shu Road that is difficult to reach the sky.
If Zhaojiazhuang shows any signs of weakness, the Hu people will definitely send troops immediately, and they will definitely be eaten without any bones left.
Thinking of this, Zhang Si, the chief clerk of Zhaojiazhuang, was worried.
"Little Saint, there is one more thing that is also related to this matter. I wonder if I should report it?" Wang Wenxiu hesitated for a few times and finally said it.
Zhao Ping nodded, smiled and said, "But it doesn't matter."
"Little saint, most of these refugees are Han people, but there are also Jin people, Xi people, Liao people, Xixia people, and Huacizim people." Wang Wenxiu said with unspeakable worry.
Zhang Si and Zhang Hong looked at each other, thought for a while and said, "Zhaojiazhuang has such a great reputation and is also a legendary paradise on earth. It is normal for these people to come from far away places to survive."
"Little saint, didn't the former Prime Minister Wei Xuancheng say that anyone who is not of my race must be punished?" Wang Wenxiu was so anxious that he did not hesitate to bring out the famous historical figure Wei Zheng.
"If they are not of my race, they must be punished. There is nothing wrong with that." Zhao Ping nodded, acknowledging Wang Wenxiu's words.
But he suddenly changed his words: "But they are all children and have no fixed knowledge of the world. In other words, they are like saplings, extremely malleable and can be changed."
"Under the education of Zhaojiazhuang Academy, they will be proud of the Song Dynasty, speak Chinese, understand Chinese characters, and know books and principles. In the future, they will be no different from Han people." As soon as Zhao Ping finished speaking, Zhang Si followed.
Wang Wenxiu thought about it and realized that this was indeed the case.
Seeing the heaviest boulder in his heart falling, Wang Wenxiu hurriedly said goodbye.
Wang Wenxiu suddenly turned around, thought for a moment, bowed his hands to Zhao Ping, and said respectfully: "Little sage, I feel that "A Strong Young Man Makes a Strong Song" is a portrayal of Xi County, and I want to hang it in the public house to keep motivating him. I wonder if it’s OK?”
"Okay." After Zhao Ping said this, he gave the dried calligraphy to Wang Wenxiu.
Although Zhao Ping is young, after almost a year of training, he has already entered the palace and is barely able to pass.
The number of people in Xi County suddenly increased by 150,000, and he was so busy that he had no time to sleep.
Wang Wenxiu's matter had just been resolved when Yang Yun stepped forward again.
He bowed his hand to Zhao Ping, with worry all over his face: "Let me tell you, little saint, although Zhaojiazhuang won this battle, the price was not small. Thousands of soldiers died, and three to four thousand were disabled."
"Have the pensions been paid?" Zhao Ping nodded seriously. Of course, people will die in war. This is a heavy topic.
Yang Yun bowed his hands and reported hurriedly: "Little Saint, all these people will be distributed, but what about the families of the deceased? What about the disabled soldiers?"
This is indeed a problem. The quota for petty officials is full, and the quota for urban management is full.
All in all, it is a matter of living arrangements.
The territory of Xi County is too small and the population is densely packed. It is not easy to be the head of the family.
Just as Wang Wenxiu was seeking livelihood for the refugees, Yang Yun was also seeking livelihood for his subordinates or their relatives.
"I have my own arrangements for this." Zhao Ping made his promise first.
As for how to arrange it, Zhao Ping is considering it.
Are you going to Jintang County? As the chief bookkeeper of Zhaojiazhuang, Zhang Si couldn't help but think about these issues.
He asked worriedly: "Little saint, Jintang County is very far away from here, and it is a thousand-mile road to Shu that is difficult to reach the sky. What should I do if they don't want to go anywhere?"
"They don't need to go to Jintang. It's the same if they settle in Xi County." Zhao Ping knew Zhang Si's worries.
Zhang Si is still worried. If Jintang County is not moved, will the entire Zhaojiazhuang be used to subsidize Xi County?
Zhang Si reminded: "Little saint, although Zhaojiazhuang is a big family and has a big business, it still has a hundred thousand soldiers and horses, facing the barbarian's brutal army of half a million people."
"Little saint, Zhaojiazhuang is following the path of elite soldiers and firearms, and its expenditure far exceeds that of the soldiers and horses of the Song Dynasty and the Hu people." After receiving Zhang Si's hint, Yang Yun hurriedly expressed his position.
He is the commander of the military room and must consider the soldiers and horses.
Although Wang Wenxiu is not here now, Zhang Si does not dare to speak out clearly, and can only express vaguely.
Zhao Ping looked at everyone present and saw Xi Xing, Zhao Yun, Cao Ke, Zheng Ding, Zhang Si and others, all with worried looks on their faces.
Several people looked at each other, bowed their hands together, and said to Zhao Ping: "Little Saint, please consider it seriously."
These people are the main elite forces in Zhaojiazhuang, far beyond what Wang Wenxiu, the county magistrate alone, can match.
Sure enough, some people have their own political circles, and officials have their own parties.
Now comes the military party led by Zhang Si against Wang Wenxiu, the independent West County party.
At this time, the acting chief of Zhaojiazhuang Commercial House came in and reported: "Little sage, the barbarians have sent ten thousand sheep. How should we arrange them?"
"Sheep, sheep." A flash of lightning flashed across Zhao Ping's mind, as if something had flashed across his mind.
While drinking tea, Zhao Ping searched his memory and asked, "How many sheep did the Hu people send in total?"
"Little sage, these are a total of 100,000 sheep." Daishiqian didn't understand why the little sage asked this question. He answered respectfully, "This is the first batch of sheep of the Hu people."
"Sheep, sheep." Zhao Ping read as he looked at Dai Shiqian and couldn't help but ask: "Have you put on cotton clothes yet?"
Daishiqian said embarrassedly: "I fell ill some time ago. I have just recovered and am weak, so I had to put on cotton clothes."
"Why don't you wear a sweater?" Zhao Ping almost blurted out.
He didn't realize something was wrong and immediately shut his mouth.
I finally understand, sweater, why I forgot about this.
However, sweaters are not that easy to make, especially wool, which has a strong smell of mutton and must be removed.
The Han people are no better than the Hu people and are very particular about cleanliness and hygiene.
If this sweater has a strong smell of sheep, who would be willing to wear it except Hu people?
Although this is difficult, it is not a problem for Zhao Ping, who graduated from engineering in his previous life.
Zhao Ping nodded, looked at everyone, and said with a smile: "For refugees and disabled soldiers, I have found a way to make a living for them."
Zhang Si and Yang Yun looked at each other and thought that Zhao Ping would come out to dissuade Zhao Ping from using Zhaojiazhuang to subsidize Xi County.
"Report to the little saint, Cuizhu, leader of the nurse camp, has arrived." Zhao Long came in jokingly to report, and gave Zhao Ping a thoughtful look.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but be overjoyed. He hadn't seen her for a long time and hurriedly said, "Why don't you come in yet?"
Of course Zhao Long was happy. Not only acquaintances like Cuizhu were here, but also his sister Zhao Yiniang.
Zhao Yiniang's identity is not simple, she is the leader of the first team of the nurse camp.
Zhao Yiniang accompanied Cuizhu and also came to see her brother Zhao Long and her fiancé Wang Guo'er.
Zhao Long not only looked at Zhao Ping, but also looked at Qiu Ruoshui and Huang Xiaoniu, and shook his head.
He had already seen that Qiu Ruoshui regarded him as the mistress of Zhaojiazhuang in West County.
She is strong, and now comes an even stronger Cuizhu.
You know, Cuizhu has a nickname, the famous Jealous Lady.
She was so jealous that she united all Zhao Ping's concubines to deal with the future eldest lady.
Now three little ladies collide, and I don’t know what the result will be?
The expressions of Qiu Ruoshui and Huang Xiaoniu changed greatly, especially Qiu Ruoshui, who almost burst into tears.
She had always thought that she was the mistress of Zhaojiazhuang in West County, and she had been obsessed with this fantasy and couldn't extricate herself.
Unexpectedly, this illusion was quickly shattered.
It was no one else who broke her fantasy, but Cuizhu, the camp leader who was in charge of their nurse camp.
Qiu Ruoshui hurriedly tidied her hair, which was not disordered at all, fearing that she would be outdone by Cuizhu.
It's a pity that there were no small mirrors in ancient times, otherwise she would immediately touch up her makeup in the mirror.
In fact, Qiu Ruoshui is also a naturally beautiful young lady, otherwise she would not have been selected to serve Zhao Ping.
She used to be a Huang Xiaoniu who didn't know how to dress up. She didn't feel that he was very feminine at all.
But now comes Cuizhu, dressed as a complete woman, and she has completely lost her previous self-confidence.
While Qiu Ruoshui was trying to adjust her appearance, Cuizhu had already entered.
It stands to reason that she should be dusty, but she is still beautiful and beautiful. It is obvious that she has been carefully groomed.
Qiu Ruoshui and Huang Xiaoniu saw Cuizhu coming in and looked at her hurriedly.
In fact, not only Qiu Ruoshui and Huang Xiaoniu carefully observed Cuizhu, Cuizhu immediately noticed the two young ladies beside Zhao Ping when he came in.
When she saw Qiu Ruoshui and Huang Xiaoniu beside Zhao Ping, her expression changed slightly.
Huang Xiaoniu is in military uniform and can be ignored.
But Qiu Ruoshui is different. Not only does she have a pretty face, she also has an extremely elegant temperament.
The two spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, Qiu Ruoshui and Cuizhu, are each good at their own merits.
Compared with Qiu Ruoshui, Cuizhu's facial features are actually more three-dimensional, with a high nose bridge and deep-set eyes, making her look more agile.
Although Qiu Ruoshui's facial features are not as good as hers, she has a more agile and bookish temperament.
After all, she comes from a scholarly family, which has cultivated her bookish taste.
"My little girl Cuizhu has met all the officers." Even so, she did not forget the etiquette and bowed to Zhang Si, Yang Yun and other officers.
Zhang Si, Yang Yun and others hurriedly stepped aside and returned the courtesy.
This is a future concubine, and she is not a very powerful concubine. Who would dare to accept her etiquette?
Yang Yun looked at Qiu Ruoshui, whose expression changed greatly, and then at Cuizhu, whose expression was unhappy. He didn't know that the competition for the harem was fierce.
He hurriedly said there was something urgent at home, said goodbye, and hurriedly exited.
The other civil servants and generals saw that this was a harem fight and they couldn't get involved, so they all found an excuse and escaped.
Cuizhu looked at Zhao Ping and said very gently: "Young Master, my servant is taking a bath."
After saying that, she also glanced at the two women, especially Qiu Ruoshui.
Qiu Ruoshui couldn't bear it anymore, tears burst out of her eyes, and she ran out of Zhao Ping's apartment crying.
She had been Zhao Ping's maid for almost a month, but Zhao Ping did not let her wait for him to bathe.
Now Cuizhu had a little saint waiting in front of her to take a bath, how could she bear it?
Huang Xiaoniu looked at Zhao Ping, sighed, shook his head, and followed Qiu Ruoshui out.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but sigh when he saw Qiu Ruoshui and Huang Xiaoniu going out.
"As expected, haven't you seen enough?" Cuizhu looked into Zhao Ping's eyes, twisted the flesh around his waist in a circle.
She is indeed a jealous woman, with quite a bit of sourness.
Zhao Ping ignored her and asked, "Why did you come now."
"Why didn't you wait for the slave family?" Cuizhu became more and more reluctant as she thought about it and couldn't help sobbing.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but sigh, shook his head and said, "Xixian County's military situation is at stake, how can we delay?"
He was originally going to say, if you weren't so jealous, you wouldn't have come with me.
But he couldn't talk about this, so he had to talk about what happened in Yixi County.
Cuizhu couldn't help crying and told the reason after hearing this.
It turned out that after Zhao Ping left, it rained in Jintang County for half a month, and the Shu Road encountered continuous autumn rain, which led to the arrival of Xi County today.
"You still have a conscience and didn't let that vixen take care of you for a bath." Cuizhu wiped Zhao Ping's body in the pool and couldn't help but give him a rollicking look.
Cuizhu was happy, but Qiu Ruoshui was just the opposite.
She felt that the world was falling apart and that the heaven was too open to her.
She stumbled out of Zhaojiazhuang and returned to her home a mile away.
When she came home, she couldn't wait to throw herself into Shui's arms, hugging her mother and crying: "Mother, the little saint doesn't want to be a slave anymore."
"Qiu Shan, what's going on? Are you treating your precious daughter like this?" Shui couldn't help but became furious and shouted at Qiu Shan.
She tried every means to get her daughter to serve Zhao Ping, but she didn't expect to be kicked out by Zhao Ping like this.
