Seeing the expectant looks of his men, Zhao Ping smiled lightly.
"The imperial court is embarrassing Zhaojiazhuang, but there are ways to solve it." Zhao Ping said while drinking tea leisurely.
Cuizhu, Qiu Ruoshui, Huang Xiaoniu, and Chen Yiyi immediately picked up their pens and ink, looking eagerly at Zhao Ping.
Zhang Si, Yan Guo and others' faces twitched. Zhao Ping used to have three secretaries, but now he has four.
But Zhao Ping didn't say anything, and it was hard for them to say anything.
Zhao Ping talked eloquently: "First, Nanzheng County first builds a county city with a radius of forty miles and a five-foot-high city wall to provide good defense. Only with defensive power can people live and work in peace and contentment."
The four people in Cuizhu immediately wrote it down without any hesitation.
Zhang Si was so surprised that he almost couldn't close his mouth.
When the others heard Zhao Ping's words, their eyes widened as if they could fall out of their sockets.
Zhang Si hesitated for a moment, then immediately bowed his hands and asked, "Thank you, little sage, my subordinates are a little confused."
"There are obviously only a very small part of the Song Dynasty in Nanzheng County, and the Hu people account for 90%. Why should such a large county be built here? And this county is larger than many state capitals."
"That's a good question." Zhao Ping not only did not deny it, but instead gave him an appreciative look and replied calmly, "Not only does the Song Dynasty have a Nanzheng County, but the Hu people also have a Nanzheng County. If ours is better than the Hu people's, Xiao, what do outsiders think, and what does the court think?"
"Little saint, my subordinates understand that if Zhaojiazhuang doesn't do it, it won't be done. If you want to do it, do it the best." Zhang Si unknowingly memorized it, and his structure was too small.
"Second, move the fairy furnace, fairy charcoal workshop, and wool workshop in Zhaojiazhuang here. With the workshops here, the people will see hope and be willing to follow." Zhao Ping nodded, and then went on to say the second point. .
Cuizhu and the other three people all had admiration in their eyes, watching Zhao Ping point out the country and inspire his words.
Zhao Ping twitched his fingers again and continued: "Build a large market with a radius of five miles in Nanzheng County. In the past, transactions with the barbarians were conducted in this market."
Xixian County used to be relatively scattered and did not have a specialized market. Zhao Ping took the opportunity to build a large market.
Zhang Siyanguo and others nodded and immediately made a mental note.
Zhang Si thought for a while, looked at the map, and his expression changed slightly: "Little Saint, the migration is artificial now, but even if the county town is repaired, there will not be many people."
"Little saint, Nanzheng County turns out to be a battlefield with almost no human habitation. How can people come here?" Yan Guo frowned, and the gray-haired Hu man said with every movement.
Zhao Ping took another leisurely sip of tea, put down the cup and said, "From now on, all people coming from other places will be resettled in Nanzheng County."
After Xi County became a paradise on earth, people from Zhongyuan, Tianshui, Linzhao, Fengxiang, Jingzhao and other barbaric places continued to sneak over.
Later, it turned out that people from the Western Regions such as Xixia and Xiliao also came.
But now the barbarians are smart and have set up checkpoints everywhere to prevent them from coming.
But the mountains here are so high that the checkpoints can only be set up on the roads, which are of little use on the mountains. There are always people sneaking over the mountains.
"Little saint, the problem in Nanzheng County has been solved, what about Baocheng County?" Zhang Si breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that there was another county, so he had to ask again.
Zhao Ping thought for a while, looked at the map, and immediately had an idea.
He pointed at Baocheng County and said: "The mountains and roads on this side of Baocheng are high and uneven, so it is not suitable for workshops and markets. Moreover, they have to compete with Nanzheng County. Well, Baocheng County will also build the same county town, but it will mainly focus on schools. , supplemented by business.”
"Yes, although Baocheng's taxation is not as good as Nanzheng's, but with improved education, it can still leave a good reputation in the world." Zhang Si breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes shining.
Although Xixian, Nanzheng and Baocheng still belonged to the Song Dynasty in name, in the eyes of these people, this was already the territory of Zhaojiazhuang.
Since it is your own territory, you must build it in the best direction.
Book Yue Guang, the landlord of the official, came out at this time and bowed his hands to Zhao Ping: "I would like to inform the little sage, for Xizhou, the court only arranges one magistrate and general magistrate, and one county magistrate. No other officials have been dispatched. Please come as soon as possible, little sage Intend."
"It seems that none of the officials in the capital are willing to come to Xizhou. Let's submit the list of Zhaojiazhuang and ask the court to make a decision." Zhao Ping glanced at Yue Guang appreciatively and replied calmly.
Zhao Ping planned to make Yun Wuya the magistrate of West County.
Yun Wuya was originally a seventh-grade judge, and he was the transshipment envoy Su Buqing.
He has always been against Zhao Ping, mismanaged the salt industry, was raped by Zhao Ping, and almost lost his life.
After being treated docilely by Zhao Ping, Zhao Ping promoted him to the chief bookkeeper of Yanting Town.
In fact, this person still has some abilities and is very effective in managing Yanting Town.
In order to seek refuge with Zhao Ping, he betrothed his daughter to Yu Mo Yan.
And who is Yu Moyan? He is the brother of Zhao Ping's concubine Yu Mohua.
Su Buqing had a good relationship with the court, and Zhao Ping arranged for Yun Wuya to be the magistrate of Xi County, so the court was naturally relieved.
No one in the court could take a fancy to Baocheng, a useless person.
In addition, Baocheng was under the eyes of the barbarians, so no one was willing to come after sending it away.
Since the imperial court didn't like it, Zhao Ping naturally had his own arrangements.
Zhao Ping planned to let Yu Mohua's grandfather take charge of the job in order not to let outsiders take advantage of him.
Yue Guangnai is a descendant of Yue Wumu, a Jinshi of the Song Dynasty, who gave up martial arts and followed literature. He once worked as a bookkeeper in a small county.
He is about forty years old, with fair skin, a straight nose, a square mouth, three long beards, and a handsome demeanor.
After he saw Zhao Ping building the Ewang Temple for Yue Wumu, he was deeply moved and directly resigned from his position as the chief registrar of this small county and came to Zhaojiazhuang, Jintang County.
Zhao Pingyou was touched that he was a descendant of King E, and he respected him very much. Since he had served as the chief registrar in Da Song County, he immediately worshiped him as the official registrar.
Yue Guang originally came to Zhaojiazhuang to fight for his fate, but he didn't expect that after arriving in Zhaojiazhuang, he found that he was stronger than he expected.
After observation, he discovered that the real power of his official housekeeper was almost the same as that of the official secretary of a small country.
Shocked, he felt that the risk was worth it.
You know, he has no background in the court, but he can become a county magistrate, and his ancestral graves are already smoking.
But after some days, Yue Guang fell from heaven to hell.
He found that Zhaojiazhuang was not only powerful, but also more powerful than he imagined.
Not only can it compete with the barbarians, but it also has two vassal kingdoms under its control, namely the Kingdom of Israel and Qingtang Tubo.
The Kingdom of Israel may be small, but Tubo is very powerful, and once defeated Xixia for half its life.
Now even though Tubo has declined, its territory is still very broad.
Thinking of Zhaojiazhuang's wealth, which is the best in the world, and the soldiers and horses that can compete with the Hu people, it can be said that although Zhaojiazhuang's overall strength is somewhat different from that of the Song Dynasty, it is not far behind.
Zhaojiazhuang has this strength. Even if the little saint doesn't want to proclaim himself emperor, his subordinates will take the initiative to let him wear the yellow robe.
After discovering this phenomenon and being shocked, Yue Guangxun thought and left Zhaojiazhuang.
He came to learn from his great-grandfather and serve the country with loyalty, but he did not come to be a rebellious minister.
But he was very hesitant. The treatment in Zhaojiazhuang was far better than that in Song Dynasty.
Yue Guang's salary is almost ten times that of the past, and he also has a residence.
Moreover, he was highly valued in Zhaojiazhuang and was assigned a position equivalent to the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel.
Thinking of Zhao Ping's kindness to him, but also thinking of the strength of Zhao Ping's vassal town, he was in a dilemma, which made him miserable.
But thinking that Zhao Ping would eventually be covered in yellow robes by his subordinates, Yue Guang couldn't sleep well for several nights in a row.
Yesterday, he finally fell asleep, and found in his dream that Zhao Ping was actually wearing a yellow robe.
The Song Dynasty and the Hu people suddenly sent troops together to attack Zhaojiazhuang.
Zhaojiazhuang was finally defeated, and Zhao Ping was captured alive and finally beheaded, following the path of his ancestor Yue Wumu.
And because he became a rebel, he was also beheaded.
He suddenly broke into a cold sweat and woke up from the nightmare.
Yue Guang wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. After waking up, he decided to write a resignation letter and planned to hand it to Zhang Si the next day.
Zhang Si had been observing him, seeing his expression and the letter in his hand, but he didn't know what he was thinking.
Zhang Si invited Yue Guang to his study and made tea himself, which flattered Yue Guang.
Zhang Sinai is the chief registrar of Zhaojiazhuang, equivalent to the prime minister of a small country, and his status is above him.
The two of them drank tea and chatted.
Yue Guang didn't know why Zhang Si called him here, and he was a little uneasy.
When Zhang Si saw that the two of them were chatting with each other, he suddenly asked: "Zikuan, may I ask what the ambition of King E is?"
"Go straight to Huanglong Mansion and have a drink with you." Yue Guang bowed his hands to the sky without any hesitation and answered respectfully.
After hearing Yue Guang's answer, Zhang Si also bowed respectfully.
This is the famous saying of his great-grandfather King E. How come he doesn't know it?
To his surprise, Zhang Si followed suit and bowed respectfully, which moved him extremely.
"Yes," Zhang Si nodded, as if he was not satisfied, and continued to ask, "What else?"
"Start from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky." Yue Guang bowed to the sky again and answered respectfully.
Zhang Si respected Yue Wumu very much and followed him with a salute, which moved Yue Guang extremely.
"Not bad, not bad." Zhang Si smiled and continued to ask, "What else?"
Yue Guang was so proud that he bowed to the sky and replied respectfully: "Driving a long chariot, crossing the gap in the Helan Mountains. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when hungry, and the laughter is to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty."
When Zhang Si heard Yue Guang's mouth, he followed suit and saluted.
After the ceremony, Zhang Sigong said respectfully: "King E's loyalty to the country is admirable, so the little saint built the temple of King E to let Qin Hui and his like kneel before King E."
"Thank you, little saint, for taking away the bad breath from the Yue family and restoring the honor of the Yue family." Yue Guang couldn't help but shed tears and bowed respectfully in the direction of Zhao Ping's house.
Zhang Si stopped him in a hurry: "Zikuan, you don't have to be like this. The little saint followed King E as an example, inherited King E's legacy, and also wanted to regain the homeland of the Song Dynasty."
"Thank you, little saint. It's a pity that I have abandoned civil service and embraced martial arts. Otherwise, I would have followed the battlefield to kill the enemy and regain the great rivers and mountains." Yue Guang was also extremely moved and gave another respectful salute in the direction of Zhao Ping.
When Yue Guang said this, he felt extremely bitter in his heart.
Their great-grandfather, Yue Wu Mu, was both civil and military, but was eventually beheaded on an unfounded charge. He did not rebel until twenty years later.
After Yue Wumu's death, almost all the descendants of the Yue family abandoned literature and embraced martial arts.
There was actually no way for them to do this. Although Yue Wumu was versatile in both civil and military affairs, he was beheaded by Qin Hui because he did not have the title of Jinshi.
Zhang Si nodded, looked at the letter on the desk, and asked calmly: "Zikuan, if that's the case, why do you need to submit your resignation letter again?"
"Secretary, I'll be a lower official, I'll be a lower official." Yue Guang's face turned red and he didn't know what to do for a moment.
Zhang Si smiled and asked calmly: "Is the Zhaojiazhuang couple unevenly generous?"
"Master Secretary, Zhaojiazhuang treats his subordinates very well." Yue Guang's face almost turned the color of pig liver and he was embarrassed to answer.
Zhang Si shook his head and asked in a deep voice: "Zikuan, why do you want to resign?"
"Master, I'll tell you the truth, last night I had a dream about a little saint wearing a yellow robe." Yue Guang hesitated for a few times and couldn't help but answer.
Of course he couldn't say that you forced the little saint to wear a yellow robe, he could only tell it in a dream.
After saying this, his face turned pale. This was serious disrespect to the little saint. What if he was killed and silenced?
