On the surface, Huang Dong was looking at the plum blossoms, but in fact, his heart had already flown into the house.
He entered the room anxiously, thinking about how to deal with it. He did not expect Qian Shao to be so courteous to the corporal.
The two chatted for a while, and Huang Dong mentioned that he wanted to be the director of the pavilion.
Upon hearing this, Qian Shao felt a big thunder explode above his head.
But this is not the big thunder in summer, but the spring thunder.
Qian Shao was worrying about this, but he didn't expect someone to give him a pillow when he fell asleep.
The book Qian Shao was reading just now was "On Clan" by the Little Sage. After reading it, a cold sweat broke out on his back.
He never expected that to a certain extent, the harm of the clan would be to the small five surnames and seven sects.
Compared with the five surnames and seven clans that harmed the court of the former Tang Dynasty, the clans harmed the countryside of the Song Dynasty.
The rise of the Five Surnames and Seven Sects is related to the Zhongzheng Nine-Rank System during the Three Kingdoms period, and also related to the disappearance of the pavilion chief.
Without the constraints of the pavilion chief, China has given birth to aristocratic families one after another, large and small.
Later, when his tail was too big to fall off, he not only restricted the imperial court, but even lay on the imperial court to suck the blood of the former Tang Dynasty.
Five surnames and seven sects have existed in China for thousands of years. The former Emperor Taizong and Wu Zetian took action one after another and tried their best to suppress them, but there was still no solution.
In the end, it was solved by the rebel Huang Chao with thousands of troops.
Although Huang Chao of the Five Surnames and Seven Sects can be solved with soldiers and horses, the Song Dynasty will definitely not be able to solve it.
The Song Dynasty promoted civil and military affairs, and it certainly could not be solved by force.
But the Song Dynasty is now inseparable from clans, and the countryside cannot function without clans.
So this is a dilemma. It is necessary to ensure the normal operation of the countryside, but also to prevent the clan from affecting the stability of the Song Dynasty.
How to solve this problem is to implement the pavilion chief system and transfer the power to resolve civil disputes from the clan chief to the pavilion chief.
Regarding clans, the Little Sage's concept is that the role of clans is to maintain the normal operation of the village, but it cannot harm the grassroots.
The idea of pavilion chief was proposed by the Little Saint, but it is difficult to implement.
Although there are some difficulties, Zhaojiazhuang Town is different from other places.
Other local governments also need the support of clans and gentry elders for education, taxation, and road and bridge construction.
But Zhaojiazhuang doesn't need their support at all, which is where the little saint's confidence lies.
Although there were pavilion chiefs in the Qin and Han Dynasties, it was only a thousand years ago.
To put it bluntly, the pavilion chief competes with the clan leader for power. This is a high-risk profession that offends the clan and the elders of the gentry.
Seeing this, Qian Shao scratched his head and felt a little headache.
However, he thought that the little saint should have a solution, so he gritted his teeth and looked at it.
It turns out that the little saint believes that although it is difficult, as long as a certain degree is grasped, it can restrain the clan and maintain the authority of the government.
What is this degree? That is, major rural affairs are in the hands of the government, and minor rural affairs are in the hands of the clan.
This not only maintains the face of the clan leader, but also maintains the authority of the government.
What is a major event is the fight for water, food, land, land, relief, orphans, widows, old and young, taxation, land surveying, population statistics, etc. Human life is a big deal.
What are trivial matters are villagers fighting, livestock crossing the boundary, quarreling with each other and other trivial matters.
The little saint actually explained it clearly, but it is difficult to operate.
Qian Shao was anxious about this matter and unknowingly had a few more gray hairs.
Now Huang Dong took the initiative to come to the door, and he was overjoyed.
But after all, he was dealing with villagers and even township groups, so he had to understand it clearly.
Qian Shao looked at Huang Dong repeatedly and asked, "Ziqi, can you use a sword?"
"Officer, I used to practice martial arts when I was a student, so I know a little bit about it." Huang Dong bowed his hands and answered with some pride.
Qian Shao stepped forward and patted Huang Dong on the shoulder: "Ziqi, good at both civil and military skills, not bad, not bad."
Qian Shao is thin and small. Fortunately, he doesn't have much gray hair, his skin is fair, and he looks energetic.
Huang Dong is tall, with thick bones, high cheekbones, and average or even dark skin.
He was almost a head taller than Qian Shao. He looked more like a warrior than a scholar.
Unfortunately, Qian Shao was relatively short. He had to raise his head when he wanted to pat Huang Dong on the shoulder, which seemed a little awkward.
Feeling Qian Shao's affection, Huang Dong hurriedly lowered his body and finally allowed Qian Shao to pat his shoulder smoothly.
In fact, many civil officials in the Song Dynasty were both civil and military, such as Fan Wenzhenggong, Wang Shao, Zongze, Yu Yunwen, Cao Youwen, etc.
"Officer, the student only practices martial arts a little, how can he be both civil and martial arts." Huang Dong's face turned red and he was very embarrassed.
Qian Shao looked appreciative: "Ziqi, I see that you are strong and strong. You are a martial arts practitioner, not a weak scholar who has no strength to tie a chicken."
"The student comes from a poor family. He does farm work and studies at the same time, so he doesn't look like a scholar." Huang Dong touched his head with an embarrassed expression.
Qian Shao nodded with satisfaction and looked at Huang Dong with burning eyes: "Ziqi, it seems that becoming the director of the pavilion is the right way."
"Officials, students, if you are the head of the pavilion, how many subordinates do you have?" Huang Dong looked worried, after all, he had to face a big family.
"Ziqi, you asked the question correctly. The pavilion chief has two to five subordinates." Qian Shao motioned to Huang Dong to sit down and drink tea while talking.
Huang Dong was even more puzzled: "Official, why are there two to five?"
"This has something to do with the distance from Zhaojiazhuang Town." Qian Shao pointed to the map of Zhaojiazhuang Town on the wall and explained, "There are only two people close to it, and five people far away."
Huang Dong breathed a sigh of relief, then thought of something, and continued to ask worriedly: "Officer, are you good at martial arts?"
"Ziqi, don't worry, they are patrol soldiers with weapons." Qian Shao continued to introduce with a smile on his face.
Huang Dong breathed a sigh of relief, but still asked with some worry: "Does the student have any weapons?"
He was facing a large family, some of which had servants, guardians, and even bow and arrow societies (civilian armed forces approved by the government).
"Ziqi, of course you have it, as well as a sword." After saying that, he took off a sword from the wall and gave it to Huang Dong solemnly, "I have a sword here, and now I give it to you."
Seeing Huang Dong solemnly taking the sword, Qian Shao pointed to the map and said: "You are going to this place, called Xiehe. It is fifteen miles away from Zhaojiazhuang Town. It is between Zhaojiazhuang Town and Renyi Town. There are The two villages are called Hejiazhuang, and the one next to them is called Xiejiazhuang. Now you will control the civil affairs within a five-mile radius of Xiehe Pavilion."
"Officer, it's so far away?" Huang Dong's brain had lost the ability to direct his actions. He stood there motionless like a tree, staring at the map with his eyes dazedly.
In his mind, Wuli Yiting, he did not expect that he would be sent to the most remote Xiehe Pavilion.
Qian Shao patted Huang Dong's shoulder again, with a cunning look in his eyes: "Ziqi, you must be number thirty on the list."
"The student is incompetent and only got the top 30 in the exam." Huang Dong's face turned dark red and he looked embarrassed.
He, the thirty, is the last one who is expected to be promoted to the official position.
Qian Shao smiled and patted Huang Dong's shoulder again: "Yes, yes, the top thirty can be promoted to clerks such as miscellaneous rooms, or even to chief bookkeepers."
"What, the student still has hope of being promoted to the top thirty?" Huang Dong's eyes widened, and his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.
He was only among the top thirty, and his greatest hope was to become a clerk. He never expected that he would have the hope of becoming a chief registrar.
What is the chief register? It is an official of the imperial court, which is essentially different from an official.
Qian Shao nodded, and the smile on his face turned into a chrysanthemum: "The pavilion chief is a position personally promoted by the little saint. If you do well, you will be very promising for promotion."
"Thank you, officer. The student will work hard until his death." Huang Dong was overjoyed after hearing this. It seems that although the risks are high for the pavilion chief, as long as he does his job well, the rewards will be high.
Qian Shao patted him on the shoulder again and said earnestly: "Ziqi, after you take office, you will not only have to deal with the world's disputes, but also focus on land measurement and population statistics. The current land and population of the government are only a rough estimate, and they are not There is no exact number. If you do these things well, I will recommend you to be the clerk of the miscellaneous room, or even the chief bookkeeper."
"What, you need to count the land and population?" Huang Dong took a breath of air and was at a loss, like a clay or wood carving.
It’s difficult, this is too difficult, almost as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Qian Shao nodded and sighed heavily: "The current population of the land in the hands of the government is exactly the number reported by the elders and clan members themselves. Zi Qi, think about it, is this number accurate?"
"Official, other things are easy to handle, but the matter of land, land and population is indeed a bit difficult!" Huang Dong scratched the back of his head with a look of embarrassment on his face, "Students are also from tenant farmers, and paddy fields are based on selection."
"What does picking mean?" Qian Shaonai comes from a scholarly family and doesn't understand this word.
"Tiao is a way of measuring the area of a field." Huang Dong was surprised when he saw that Qian Shao didn't know how to pick. "It means that a paddy field that can produce a load of rice is a paddy field."
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"Tick, it's not the real area, it just represents the fertility and productivity of the paddy field." Qian Shao thought for a moment, suddenly realized, and then asked with a frown, "What is the relationship between pick and burden?"
He had heard of Dan but not of pick, so he asked immediately.
"Every pick is a load, that's our local dialect." Huang Dong smiled awkwardly and rubbed his hands, looking a little embarrassed.
"So, measuring fields is indeed difficult." Qian Shao put down his teacup, clasped his hands around the table, and thought while walking.
Huang Dong didn't speak. While drinking tea, his eyes kept circling Qian Shao.
Qian Shao suddenly stopped, pointed at the map on the wall and said, "Ziqi, let's do this. It's okay for you to accurately measure the area of fields based on the number of dans, but the population cannot." Just pick the count as you said."
After saying that, Qian Shao laughed loudly. He felt that the word "pick" was so useful that he simply used it to tease Huang Dong.
"Tell the officials, of course the population is one to one, and of course it is impossible to follow the selection plan." Huang Dong's face turned black and red again, and he was extremely embarrassed.
"Ziqi, work hard." Qian Shao patted Huang Dong's shoulder again, knowing his worries, "With the strong backing of Zhaojiazhuang, there is no need to be afraid of clan power. Also, here is a book about clans written by a little saint. , take a good look at it."
After speaking, he handed the "On Clan" to Huang Dong.
"Thank you for your concern, officer." Huang Dong took the book respectfully, then bowed his hands and asked, still a little worried, "Officer, what should I do if I encounter the bow and arrow club of a big family?"
"This government has already considered this. Your five subordinates all have horses. If you are really defeated, you can arrange for a soldier to return to Zhaojiazhuang Town to dispatch troops and horses." Qian Shao stroked his beard and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
The next day, Huang Dong went to Qian Shao's public house at the convenience service center and received the appointment letter as the head of Xiehe Pavilion. He then went to the inspection room to find five of his subordinates and started to take office on horseback.
Qian Shao attached great importance to it and personally sent him to Zhaojiazhuang Town.
Seeing Huang Dong and his entourage retreating away, he fell into deep thought.
After all, this is the first pavilion chief in the Song Dynasty, and he also shoulders such a heavy burden. I wonder what the effect will be?
Zhaojiazhuang Town is about fifteen miles away from Xiehe Pavilion, and it is basically a mountain road. You can't get there fast even if you want to go fast, and it is bumpy all the time.
Fortunately, they all have horses. Although the speed cannot be increased, they don't feel tired.
But Huang Dong felt that he had been suffering. He had almost never ridden a horse before.
Sitting on the horse now, I feel like my thighs are being worn through.
There was burning pain on both sides, and he kept gritting his teeth and holding on.
After arriving at Xiehe Pavilion, there is a small river with flat dams on both sides of the river and many paddy fields.
There is indeed a pavilion here, but the pavilion is on the east side.
Before Huang Dong had time to relax, he suddenly heard about a mile away, hundreds of people waving hoes and sticks at each other, and faintly heard shouting: "Get out of the way, get out of the way."
"What are they doing?" Huang Dong squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.
The corporal named Hu Bo squinted his eyes and looked shocked: "Chief of the pavilion, they are making trouble."
"What, they are making trouble, what are they making trouble?" Huang Dong swayed and hurriedly supported the horse to prevent himself from making a fool of himself.
He never expected that on his first day in office, he would encounter villagers making trouble.
