Tian Liang was sitting aside at this time, looking at the map of Zhangjiazhuang intently.
He has entered the role and is thinking about how to plan Zhangjiazhuang and how to rebuild Zhangjiazhuang.
Hearing Zhang Hebin's question, he was stunned and looked up at Zhang Hebin.
Zhang Hebin was moved by Tian Liang's dedication, but at the same time he was worried about his own affairs.
After hearing Zhang Hebin's introduction, Tian Liang smiled: "Taishan, this matter is not a big problem."
As the shopkeeper of Xieheting in Zhaojiazhuang, he still has this power.
"Ziming, is this illegal? I don't want you to cross the red line in Zhaojiazhuang." Zhang Hebin was still worried. After all, the other party was about to become his uncle, and he didn't want to lose big because of small things.
Tian Liang thought for a while, shook his head, and a faint smile appeared on his face: "Zhangjiazhuang is originally the jurisdiction of Zhaojiazhuang Town, and it is Zhaojiazhuang's unshirkable responsibility to help Zhangjiazhuang develop."
"Thank you, little saint." Zhang Hebin breathed a sigh of relief, with a relaxed smile on his face, and bowed respectfully to Jintang County, Chengdu Prefecture.
There is no way, he is the leader of the clan, and he feels that the burden on his body is too heavy, and it almost crushed him just now.
The pavilion has become the core of Zhangjiazhuang's yearning, and Zhang Yiguang's mother and wife can't wait to move here.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law walked about a mile and couldn't help but smile bitterly when they came here.
It was completely different from the rush they had imagined. Here they suddenly saw the people in front of them, already lined up for about half a mile.
The end of the queue is naturally the pavilion.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law felt strange, why were people lined up here and what were they doing?
They heard that they needed to fight or train to form a queue, but this queue included men, women, old and young, so it was obviously not a war.
It's not what the war is about. Don't they have nothing to do and stand in a row with nothing to do?
You know, people in Zhangjiazhuang have never queued up, and they always rush to do anything.
In fact, not only they are like this, but also the villagers of Xiejiazhuang, who claim to be from a farming and studying family, are also like this.
Zhang Wang felt strange, pointed to the long queue of people, pulled Zhang Hu's sleeve, and asked quietly: "Hu, what are they doing here?"
"Mother, even my son-in-law doesn't know." She didn't know, and Zhang Hu didn't know either. She blushed and said in embarrassment.
"There don't seem to be many people in the pavilion. Let's go first, otherwise the owner behind will be out of rice and clothes." When Zhang Wang saw it, a relaxed smile appeared on her face.
When Mrs. Zhang Hu saw that it was indeed the case, she couldn't help but be overjoyed, and the two of them rushed towards the pavilion.
When I came to the pavilion, I was stopped by a guard named Zhang Yong with a short wooden stick: "Stop, you are not allowed to pass."
When Zhang and Wang saw the menacing short wooden stick in his hand, their faces turned pale. They first shrank their necks and took a few steps back.
"Zhang Huyuan, why didn't you inform me to come to collect rice and clothes? Why didn't you let us pass?" But she thought of the purpose of coming here, so she bit the bullet and asked Wanfu with a bow.
Zhang Yong pointed the wooden stick in his hand at the long queue of people, and said to Mrs. Zhang Wang: "Auntie, I'm informing you to collect rice and clothes, but you have to line up the wheels."
"Zhang Huyuan, wheel, what is a wheel?" Zhang Wangshi was stunned, and could almost fit a duck egg into her mouth.
Zhang Hu's eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, and they almost fell out of their sockets.
Zhang Yong pointed the wooden stick in his hand at those people lined up and said: "They are just lining up the wheels."
"So this is just lining up the wheels, Zhang Huyuan, may I ask why they are lining up the wheels?" Zhang Wang came back to her senses and asked with embarrassment.
Zhang Yong held his head high and said proudly: "The purpose of arranging the wheels is to prevent them from swarming up and causing trampling and injuries. Look, now that the wheels are moving slowly, there will be no trampling or injuries at all." .”
"It makes sense. Although it takes a little longer, it is much safer." Zhang Wang thought for a while, finally understood, and nodded.
Zhang Yong seemed to be familiar with them, and looked at Zhang and Wang with some curiosity: "Auntie, where are the boys and girls in your family?"
"Zhang Huyuan, they are running very fast, right in front." Zhang Wang pointed to the children lined up on wheels in front and said a little embarrassedly.
People here have never queued up, and from time to time there are quarrels and even pushing people into the crowd.
The bigger ones were okay, but the smaller ones were so squeezed that they cried.
Seeing this, Zhang Yong stepped forward, waved his wooden stick at the crowded people, and yelled, so that order was improved.
Zhang Yong looked at the front, nodded, and said worriedly: "Auntie, you can rest assured, aren't you afraid that they will be stepped on or squeezed by others?"
"Thank you Zhang Huyuan, thank you. I didn't expect it before, but now I have to thank you, Huyuan, for letting everyone line up." Zhang Wang said with lingering fear and gratitude.
Mrs. Zhang Hu thought for a while, still a little worried, and couldn't help but look at the children in front of her.
At this time, Zhang Dalang and others also saw the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law and jumped up with joy.
They were dancing, waving their hands and shouting: "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law, the child is here."
Seeing that her children were safe, Mrs. Zhang Hu burst into tears and waved to her children.
"Zhang Huyuan, the slave family's children are young, they don't have household registration books, and they are even more afraid that they will have problems. Can they be allowed to come to the slave family?" She bowed to Zhang Yong Wanfu and asked cautiously.
"Okay, let them come." Zhang Yong looked at her children and said, "Forget it, your children are young and not safe yet, you can go to them." Zhang Hu knew that Zhang Yong was helping them, Wanfu bowed: "Thank you Zhang Huyuan."
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Although the wheels are long, they move very slowly.
After about half a stick of incense, it was the turn of Zhang Wang’s mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
I saw that the pavilion was surrounded by long tables with several people sitting on them.
Next to them, there were mountains of clothes and rice, and Zhang Qili and others were unloading them from the bullock cart.
Four of them were young men whose mother-in-law and daughter-in-law did not know each other, but they were only heard to be the chief of the pavilion, the deputy chief of the pavilion, the chief of the corps, and the deputy chief of the corps.
They checked in while asking people in Zhangjiazhuang.
There are also some people who are patrolling and dressing up. Some are distributing rice and some are distributing clothes.
Those who got the rice and clothes were all happy and grateful.
Seeing the rice and clothes, the eyes of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law shone.
Seeing these unknown people, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law felt a little nervous.
Especially Zhang Hu, she was even more frightened, holding tightly to Zhang Wang's sleeve.
Fortunately, they knew Zhang Chongruo, the housekeeper of Zhangjiazhuang.
The deputy pavilion chief named Ren Huanghe, who was not tall, looked at the family and saw that they were mostly old and weak.
The two older women were wearing clothes that were completely patched, and the younger children were wearing paper clothes.
They kept rubbing their hands and huddled together to keep warm.
Ren Huanghe shook his head, frowned and asked, "Why don't you have any strong men?"
Zhang Wang's face was pale and she stood there motionless, feeling streams of cold sweat running down her spine.
Mrs. Zhang Hu was so frightened that she took two or three steps back. Her face first turned pale and then turned extremely red.
The two of them thought, if there are no strong men, why don't they give out rice and clothes?
"I'm telling you, sir, I have a strong man in my family." Mrs. Zhang and Wang hurriedly gave her a blessing.
Ren Huanghe didn't quite understand and asked in a loud voice: "Since there are strong men, why don't you come to receive food and clothing?"
"I'm telling you, I'm going to find some change, but my son broke his leg fighting for water and is still lying on the bed." As Zhang Wang spoke, she couldn't help sobbing.
When she cried, her husband and several grandchildren also started sobbing.
Ren Huanghe sighed and looked at the housekeeper Zhang Chongruo: "Are their family tenants?"
Farm households in the Song Dynasty were divided into three types: main households, tenant households, and wandering households.
The principal household is the landlord, and the tenants are the tenants who rent the land, cattle, and farm tools from the landlord's home.
Generally speaking, those who rent from a landowner for a long period of time are tenants, while those who rent from a landowner for a short period of time are vagabonds.
Compared with tenants, the economic conditions of wandering households are more relaxed, so they can afford to leave the main household.
The tenants had almost nothing and had long been dependent on their owners, some even for food, clothing and medical care.
"They are indeed tenants, and they live in shacks." Zhang Chongruo nodded, unable to bear it, and sighed heavily.
In the past, the government just ignored this matter, but now that the Zhaojiazhuang Town government has come, he hopes to solve it.
"A shack is the kind of hut built on a yellow jue tree?" Ren Huanghe's face changed greatly and he asked hurriedly.
"My lord," Mrs. Zhang Wang and Mrs. Zhang Hu were extremely embarrassed, sobbing and giving a salute while explaining, "My family came here to escape the Hu soldiers and had to live in shacks."
Ren Huanghe looked at the family again, with a very complicated expression on his face: "Can aunt and sister-in-law cook?"
"Of course, I can do this." Mrs. Zhang Wang nodded, wondering why Ren Huanghe asked this.
A smile broke out on Ren Huanghe's face: "Zhaojiazhuang will soon set up workshops and build houses. Those who need roads and cooking need at least a monthly salary of copper coins."
"I am willing." A smile broke out on Mrs. Zhang Wang's face, she immediately wiped away her tears and saluted Ren Huanghe Wanfu.
"My family is willing." Mrs. Zhang Hu just opened her mouth, but when she saw that there were five children behind her, she smiled bitterly and shook her head, "But there are still officials in the family who are recuperating in bed, and there are five children, so let's forget it. .”
Ren Huanghe nodded and added the word "cooking" to the word "Zhang Wang".
"Master, the officials in my family are not fifty yet. They can do heavy work. Do you need anyone?" Zhang Wang's eyes lit up and she saluted Ren Huanghe again.
Ren Huanghe's lips curved into a smile: "I'm still under fifty and can do heavy work. That's no problem. My monthly salary is two copper coins."
Hearing that her father-in-law and mother-in-law had jobs, Mrs. Zhang Hu was happy but more helpless.
Her officials should be the main labor force, but now they can only lie in bed.
She cooks better food than her mother-in-law, and she is younger than her mother-in-law, but she still has to take care of the officials and their children at home.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but her eyes turned red and tears flowed out.
"My lord, I'm an adult now, can I enter the workshop?" Dalang hesitated for a few times, bit his lips, came to Ren Huanghe and bowed.
Ren Huanghe looked Zhang Dalang up and down, with a smile on his lips: "Dalang, how old are you?"
"Master, I am already fifteen and have reached adulthood." Zhang Dalang patted his chest, which made a crackling sound.
Ren Huanghe's lips curved into a teasing smile: "Da Lang, I feel like you are twelve years old?"
"Master, the villain is indeed fifteen years old, but he is thin and looks even smaller." Zhang Dalang's originally high-spirited expression suddenly froze, and he smiled awkwardly, but found that smiling was uglier than crying.
Mrs. Zhang hurriedly stepped forward and saluted: "My lord, my husband is indeed fifteen years old. If you don't believe it, you can check the household registration."
Ren Huanghe opened the household register, looked at it carefully, and shook his head: "You pretend to be fifteen years old, but you are actually only fourteen years old." "My lord, my husband will turn fifteen in less than half a month. Please, lord, please." Give Dalang a way to survive." Mrs. Zhang was anxious and was about to kneel down.
Ren Huanghe hurriedly stepped forward to stop Mrs. Zhang Wang and said sincerely: "Auntie, Da Lang doesn't actually need to make a living, he can still study."
"What, Dalang can still study?" Zhang Wang was stunned, with her mouth open, and couldn't speak for a long time. After a while, she shook her head and said, "Is this true? I don't believe it at all."
Zhang Hu could fit two eggs into his mouth, and his eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets.
"Of course you can study. Not only can you study, but you young men can also study, including one of your daughters." Ren Huanghe looked at his children who had changed into warm clothes, nodded, and looked away.
When the children heard this, they did not expect that they could still read. They screamed with joy and even jumped up: "I can study now, I can study now."
Ren Huanghe smiled happily when he saw the happy faces of the young ladies and young men.
But he didn't expect that Mrs. Zhang and Wang stepped forward and covered their children's mouths, hugged their heads, and burst into tears.
She cried uncontrollably: "Son, it's not because my mother doesn't let you study. My family doesn't have any money for you to study."
"Mother, mother." The children's laughter suddenly stopped, and then they all started crying loudly.
They never expected that the official promised that they could study, but now their mother had broken this dream again.
Ren Huanghe's eyes were wet, he shook his head, and said solemnly to Mrs. Zhang Hu: "Sister-in-law, the government schools do not practice meditation. They also provide free lunch at noon."
"Don't you want to practice cultivation?" Mrs. Zhang Hu still shook her head and cried bitterly, "My lord, there are still pens, inks, paper and inkstones, which the slave family simply can't afford."
"It doesn't matter," Ren Huanghe gave her a sympathetic look and solemnly promised, "Since you are a shack household, pen, ink, paper and inkstone are also exempted."
"But, but," Mrs. Zhang Hu was still a little embarrassed and said with embarrassment, "the official and the second mother have to take care of her at home, not to mention that the eldest son is already old. How can he get a wife without a house."
Ren Huanghe glanced at Er Niang and Da Lang, and said with a smile: "Sister-in-law, are you worried that you and others will live in a shack for a long time, or are you worried that your Er Niang and officials will not have anyone to take care of them?"
"My lord, my whole family is indeed poor. Now that I am older, I must earn money to build a house." At this point, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law couldn't help crying again.
Ren Huanghe nodded, looked at Mrs. Zhang Hu, his eyes lit up and asked: "Sister-in-law, can you take care of children under five years old? Can you sing children's songs?"
"Master, of course I can take care of children and sing children's songs." Mrs. Zhang Hu didn't understand why Ren Huanghe asked this, but she still answered honestly.
Ren Huanghe's lips curved into a smile: "It's better this way, you have a way to live. Sister-in-law, you will work as a kindergarten teacher and take care of your second mother. The salary is one copper coin per month."
"What, there is a kindergarten, and the slave family also has jobs." Mrs. Zhang Hu's eyes widened and she couldn't believe her ears.
"Of course, the government also has a kindergarten and provides a lunch at noon." Ren Huanghe said with a smile on his face, "For you and other slum households, the government will build a house for you and let you live in it for free."
"Thank you, sir." The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, followed by five children, were about to kneel down in front of Ren Huanghe.
Ren Huanghe hurriedly stepped forward to stop them and shook his head: "There is no need to thank me. If you want to thank me, just thank the little saint."
The seven people made a promise and immediately bowed respectfully in the direction of Jintang County, Chengdu.
"The weather is so cold, why don't you go get your clothes and the rice you are waiting for?" Ren Huanghe showed a smile on his face and motioned for them to move to let the people behind them come over.
Zhang Wang's family was extremely grateful and hurried over to collect rice and clothes.
Chen Nan came over and asked in confusion: "Zishui (Zishui (character name for Ren Huanghe)), why are you helping them like this?"
He had already seen that building residences was Zhaojiazhuang's business, but Ren Huanghe did mean to give his mother-in-law and daughter-in-law a way to survive.
"It's not easy to come from a poor family, and I am also from a poor family." Ren Huanghe's mouth was dry just now, so he hurriedly picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and said lightly.
Although he said that he came from a poor family, he did not feel embarrassed at all.
Chen Nan did not expect that Ren Huanghe was also from a poor family. He was shocked and said hurriedly: "A prime minister comes from a poor family. Isn't Mr. Lu (Lu Mengzheng) also from a poor family? He has lived in a cave, which is more miserable than living in a shack."
Ren Huanghe stepped forward and patted Chen Nan on the shoulder, and the two laughed together.
As the sun set, the wheel was finally coming to an end. Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief, and some even stretched themselves.
Suddenly, several more ragged people came over and bowed to Ren Huanghe: "Master, do we also have clothes and rice?"
Ren Huanghe didn't know why they asked such questions, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Chongruo, the steward of Zhangjiazhuang.
Zhang Chongruo's face changed drastically, and he quietly said to Ren Huanghe: "Master, they are not from Zhangjiazhuang."
"Steward Zhang, they are not from Zhangjiazhuang, where are they from?" Ren Huanghe looked at these people, his face changed, and he asked hurriedly.
Zhang Chongruo glanced at these people sideways, withdrew his gaze, and quietly said to Ren Huanghe: "Master, they are from Xiejiazhuang."
"People from Xiejiazhuang?" Upon hearing this, Ren Huanghe's expression changed and his brows knitted together.
He sighed, shook his head, and could only look towards Huang Dong.
Ren Huanghe came to Huang Dong, bowed his hands, and said to these people and Huang Dong: "Zixu, now the people from Xiejiazhuang are here too, what should I do?"
