Huang Dong smiled and felt extremely relaxed.
He has now secured Zhaojiazhuang's support for the construction of public housing, schools, hospitals, and needy households in Xiehe Pavilion, and has already undertaken the most important construction tasks.
To solve most of the problems, the key to Xiehe Pavilion now is poverty alleviation and road construction.
Xiehe Pavilion is not remote and poor. The key thing is that it is a small river and transportation is extremely difficult.
Originally he planned to build an ordinary road, but now he decided to build a large road one foot wide.
What Huang Dong is most satisfied with is not Chi Dao, but it is impossible to reach the sky in one step now.
He also considered building practical drainage ditches and beautiful and practical street trees on both sides, which has exceeded 90% of roads in the Song Dynasty. This is a century-old plan.
Didn’t the little sage say that if you want to be rich, build roads first?
As long as the main road is repaired, it will not be a problem to establish various workshops in Xieheting.
At this time, the corners of Huang Dong's mouth were raised like brackets, and his eyes were narrowed to a slit, looking very amiable.
After he had finished everything, he had dinner with six of his subordinates at Jingyuan Restaurant, which was considered a meeting.
Ren Huanghe is not tall, with a stout body, fair skin, and a round face. He is about in his twenties.
He was ranked 76th in the scholar examination and could not be compared with Huang Dong.
From now on, Xiehe Pavilion will be half a government government, and there will be a lot of construction work. From the perspective of supervision and personnel, Huang Dong is obviously unable to cope with it.
Qian Shao considered the long term and simply arranged a deputy for Huang Dong.
Seeing that Hu Bo performed well and was a well-educated corps commander, he simply asked him to serve as another deputy pavilion chief.
Among the six people, Ren Huanghe was the first to report and had the least qualifications.
He did not speak, but silently observed the other six people.
Hu Bo and Chen Nan looked at each other and nodded.
Hu Bo bowed his hands to Huang Dong and said cautiously: "Pavilion Chief, I have a request for something."
"What do you want?" Huang Dong was in a very good mood and asked happily.
Hu Bo was a little embarrassed and said hesitantly: "Ting chief, my family wants to build a few shops next to the Yamen. I hope the pavilion chief can agree."
"Why are your family doing business?" Huang Dong was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that his subordinates had extremely vicious eyes.
Although Xieheting is not comparable to Zhaojiazhuang Town, it definitely has the potential to become a small town.
It already has a government office, a school, and a medical clinic, and has a population of two to three thousand people, as well as several workshops. It is very likely that it will become a small town.
The Song Dynasty stipulated that family members of officials could not engage in business. In fact, this was the rule. In fact, most of the family members of officials were engaged in business.
These officials had no choice. Before the Song Dynasty went south, their salary was no problem to support their families, but now it was actually only about 10% before the southward march. How could they support their families?
The water is clear and there are no fish, Huang Dong still knows this.
Can my family take the opportunity to build a store here and do business?
When Hu Bo heard that Huang Dong did not refuse, he was delighted: "It's just rice, flour, oil, and sundries."
"Xiehe Pavilion doesn't have a store yet. It's certainly a good thing to have a store." Huang Dong said with a smile on his lips, and then suddenly his face became serious, "But I have a request."
"What's the request?" Hu Bo's originally smiling face became dull and he asked nervously, "Please tell me, the director of the pavilion."
"You are not allowed to bully the market, you are not allowed to drive up prices, and you are not allowed to deceive and suppress your peers." Huang Dong glanced at everyone, his expression was serious, and he said in a cold tone, "Otherwise, I will not be lenient."
These people are all members of the government. If they use their power to suppress their peers, there will definitely be a situation where one family dominates, so he must put his ugly words up front.
"No." When the six people including Ren Huanghe heard this, their expressions tightened and their bodies trembled.
They might have meant this originally, but upon hearing this, they immediately retracted their thoughts.
Xiehe Pavilion and Xiejiazhuang.
Viewed from a distance, its snow-white walls, green tiled roof, and weeping willows on the shore make it look like a landscape painting.
The meeting hall is very large, almost an acre in area.
It is surrounded by windows and has a large patio in the middle.
Above the middle wall is the sign of Tiandijunqinshi, and in the middle is an incense table.
Below are two incense burners. The fragrance of sandalwood rises slowly from the incense burners.
It appears green in color, and then slowly spreads out. One wisp after another turns into thousands of fine mists, flying away in the sky, and the scent of sandalwood spreads everywhere with the wind.
Under the incense table is an antique high-top table with a chair on each side.
Xie Dewen and Xie Deshu were sitting on chairs on both sides, burning incense and drinking tea.
Other senior citizens and elders in Xiejiazhuang were sitting in two rows.
"Sitting alone with nothing to do, burning incense and composing poems" is exactly the portrayal of a farming and reading family like Xiejiazhuang.
There are snowflakes floating in the sky, but they are just light snow, falling to the ground and slowly accumulating.
Although the weather was cold, Xie Dewen and the two didn't feel cold at all.
It's not that the two of them are not afraid of the cold, but it's because the fairy stove under the desk is burning red, illuminating their lower bodies brightly.
Xiejiazhuang is indeed very wealthy. The other ten elders have a fairy furnace in each case.
There is a carpet between the two desks with colorful peonies painted on it.
The peonies are bright and colorful, making them look even more luxurious.
There are many fairy stoves in the meeting hall, which not only increase the brightness of the entire meeting hall, but also increase the warmth of the room.
Although it is still cold and snowy outside, it is warm spring inside.
Originally, in this weather, they, the scholars, could have made snow and made tea.
However, they were not thinking about reciting poems and painting, but discussing things.
What Xiejiazhuang was talking about was obviously related to Zhangjiazhuang.
The location of the meeting hall is very high, and more importantly, it has a wide view. It can take in most of the scenery of Zhangjiazhuang on the other side.
Xie Dewen closed his eyes and gently drank tea, then opened his eyes and looked at the thatch flying in the wind on the other side of the river, and shook his head.
There was a trace of ridicule on the corner of his mouth: "Zhangjiazhuang worked hard this time. Although they were completely injured, most of them were seriously injured. What else do they have to fight with us today."
He had been preparing for this fight for a whole year and had been looking forward to it for a long time.
"Clan leader, it's hard to say. If the officials hadn't appeared, they might have been completely injured. However, there were still 40 people who were not seriously injured. They were only slightly injured at most." Xie De Shushu glanced around and reminded hurriedly.
"Things are planned by people, and things are accomplished by God." Xie Dewen patted the desk, and Teacup jumped up immediately, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said bitterly, "I didn't expect that the government would interfere, otherwise all of Zhangjiazhuang would have to lie down. Down."
"Patriarch, it's already good. Now most of Zhangjiazhuang is seriously injured, and it's freezing cold. Let's see how they survive this winter." Seeing Xie Dewen's chest rising and falling and his face ashen, Xie Deshu hurriedly comforted him.
Hearing this, Xie Dewen felt better.
He exerted deep force, inhaled the sandalwood in the air, and drank the spring breeze.
After about a quarter of an hour, Xie Dewen finally showed a calm expression on his face.
At this time, the corner of his mouth curved into a joking smile: "Zijuan (written by Xie De), do you think I will wait until Zhangjiazhuang to help the poor? What do the people in Zhangjiazhuang think?"
"High, high, indeed high." Xie Deshu put down the tea cup, raised the thumb of his right hand high, and kept praising, "Fighting for water is fighting for water, and good deeds are good deeds." The patriarch's behavior not only severely damaged Zhangjiazhuang His face makes the Zhangjiazhuang patriarch even more embarrassed."
"The tribe is very powerful. When we fight for water, we first let the people of Zhangjiazhuang bleed their bodies, and when it snows, they let Zhangjiazhuang's heart be sprinkled with salt." An elder named Xie Dechun put down his tea cup and couldn't help laughing.
Xie Dechun is about fifty. He has a lot of gray hair on his beard and hair, and there are many wrinkles on his face, but he is still energetic and speaks with full vigor.
Xie Deqiu is also an elderly man, about sixty years old, and his beard is half gray.
He laughed for a while, put down the tea cup, thought for a while and said, "Chief, how much food will those people give for this good deed?"
"Clan leader, this can't be too much or too little." A man named Xie Dexia said immediately.
This man was probably in his early fifties, with a lot of wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but he was relatively rich and smooth, and did not look that old.
Xie Dewen put down his tea cup, pondered for a while, and said with a joking smile: "Each family will receive a bucket of food and send away any unwanted clothes."
"The clan leader is awesome, you are letting them eat whatever comes when they are hungry." Xie Dechun took a sip of tea, couldn't help but spit out the tea, and spit the tea directly into the tea cup.
"Hey, come and eat." Xie Deqiu nodded and couldn't help laughing. The tea he spat out also wet the table.
When the maid serving the waiter next to her saw it, she didn't dare to neglect them. She immediately dried them and cleaned them up, and made them another cup of drunken spring breeze.
The two looked a little embarrassed, but no one else laughed at them.
They laughed because they were laughing at Zhangjiazhuang.
If they laugh at Xie Dechun and Xie Deqiu, they are doing something wrong with Xie Jiazhuang.
Xie Dewen nodded with satisfaction and told the housekeeper Xie Dedong: "Zihan, prepare food and clothing. We are going to Zhangjiazhuang to accumulate good deeds."
The butler Xie Dedong is about fifty, with a thin face and many wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, but his eyes are bright and lively, making him look very shrewd.
"No. Patriarch." Xie Dedong bowed, agreed, and went to arrange food and clothing.
Xie Dewen glanced at the two rows of elders and smiled jokingly: "Let's go do some charity together and see how Zhang Hebin is angry."
He looked down upon Zhang Hebin at all, and simply did not call him by his name. He actually called him by his first name, which was obviously extremely contemptuous.
"Zhang Hebin must be livid, he must be extremely ugly." Xie Dechun burst into laughter, raising his chin high.
Xie Deqiu stroked his gray beard with a mocking look on his face: "I think Zhang Hebin must have hidden his face and fled."
"Zhang Hebin must have been so angry that he vomited blood." Xie Deshu rolled his eyes and sneered.
"Dang, Dang, Dang." The sound of gongs suddenly came from Zhangjiazhuang.
Xie Deshu's eyes were moving randomly, but then they suddenly stopped moving, and his expression changed: "Something big is going to happen in Zhangjiazhuang."
"What's the big deal?" Xie Dechun's face changed drastically, and he stood up from his seat with a cry, "Could it be that someone died in Zhangjiazhuang!"
"Dead man, could it be that the people from Zhangjiazhuang were beaten to death by our guards?" Xie Deciu's whole body was as tense as a stone in an instant, and his heart sank as if it was filled with cold lead.
The other people took a breath of air-conditioning and were at a loss, like clay and wood carvings.
"When it comes to civilian fights over water, as long as there are no homicides, the government usually turns a blind eye." Xie Dexia's face was as gloomy as water, "But now the other party suddenly started banging the gong, as if there was a homicide. .”
"If there is a murder case, the government will definitely intervene and someone will be jailed." Xie Dechun looked at Xie Dewen cautiously, "This will be a heavy blow to Xie Jiazhuang, and it will also be a heavy blow to the reputation of the patriarch."
"If there was no pavilion director, we could just pretend to be wrong, but now the pavilion director is here again." Xie Deshu looked sad and sighed heavily.
"This matter is indeed difficult to handle." Xie Deciu nodded, his face ashen, "The pavilion chief originally wanted to intervene in the affairs of the two Zhuangzi, but he was worried that he could not find an excuse."
Xie Dewen was also stunned. He got up from his chair and walked around in the middle of the meeting hall.
He looked at Zhangjiazhuang from a distance, thought for a while, and suddenly said: "The government sent a doctor to treat them. There shouldn't be any deaths."
"But that doctor is a charlatan, and his medical skills are not good at all. I can see clearly that he just pulled them in and sent them away, and did not cure their illness at all." Xie Dechun thought hard and shook his head.
Xie Deshu's eyes rolled around and he suddenly laughed: "This is a good thing, this is a good thing."
"Why is it a good thing that a murder occurred? Aren't you afraid of being held accountable by the government?" Xie Desxia was so angry that he puffed his beard and stared at Xie Deshu.
"Why isn't it a good thing? Let's blame that doctor for the murder case. It was him, a bad doctor, who cured a living person to death." Xie Deshu pushed Xie Desxia's hand away and gave him a dissatisfied look.
"Yes, yes, no one died at that time. The person died after the government's treatment. Even if the government is responsible, the responsibility lies with the government." Xie Dexia hurriedly retracted his arm and immediately changed his words, looking very embarrassed.
Xie Deqiu stroked his beard, looked up at the sky, raised his chin, and laughed happily: "This is killing two birds with one stone. It will not only hit Zhangjiazhuang, but also hit the government. Let's see what dignity the government has to stay here."
