How many configurations does a county have?
a lot of.
The highest county magistrate is the county magistrate, who is in charge of the affairs of the entire county.
There are county magistrates who are in charge of civil affairs, master books of household registration and taxation, classics and histories in charge of supervising theft and anti-theft, educational edicts, and Yi Chengs in charge of intelligence. These are further subdivided into functional departments.
The organization is not much different from that of Dagan. The only difference is that these people are all ascetics and land gods!
The land gods are only human beings in this Central Plains, and those who are at the Qi Refining level are like servants. Those who can ascend to the county government are naturally real people.
In the county government office alone, there are countless Foundation Establishment monks!
They themselves may not remember the various people they met in the Chaos Sea information of these three evil ways, but Gong Ming was happy to count them.
"Each department has three shifts and six wards, totaling seventy-two."
The amount mentioned shocked even Gong Mingle himself!
"How many?!" Zhang Feixuan exclaimed: "Seventy-two? Are you sure? I'm afraid you haven't even reached the Qi Refining Level!"
Gong Mingle shook his head and sighed: "There are even more servants at the Qi Refining level. As long as you become a person, you will basically have a Zaoli to serve you. Those with higher grades will be in their own yamen." The mansion consists of two gates and four servants, plus a waiter who cooks, a servant who carries the sedan chair, and a groom who leads the horse."
He pursed his lips and stopped talking. He didn't want to say that many words.
These three catchers are just the most ordinary government servants among the three squads and six wards. Although one of them is known as the chief catcher, he actually has no rank.
"There are also hundreds of industries." Song Yin moved his eyes and said.
Gong Mingle was stunned and nodded: "Yes, there are people from all walks of life. There are so many that I can't count them. There is not enough information."
Such 'ordinary' existences are everywhere in Zhaodi except for the county government offices.
Those who live as "human beings" in the county, as well as the Qi Refining Stage of human reserves, all live in this Zhao land.
Gong Mingle raised his hand towards Song Yin and said, "Fellow Daoist Song, if we calculate the number carefully, there may not be more than a thousand land gods. Adding the Qi Refining Level, there must be more than ten thousand."
This is what he said.
How could there be only about ten thousand people in a county? The number of land gods who would become human beings was definitely not this number. The number of Qi Refining Stages that were about to become human beings would be several times higher at least.
"More than ten thousand."
Hearing this, the three immortals of the Golden Immortal Sect all swallowed and looked horrified.
Not to mention more than ten thousand, if a thousand land gods rush over, no one can stop them!
Where have they seen this battle before?
I have seen more than a thousand ghosts, but this is not the same thing at all.
Zhang Feixuan cupped his fists and said, "Brother, there are so many evil ways, we..."
"We must save mortals!"
As soon as his words came out, Song Yin took them directly, clenched his fists, and said with a solemn expression, "The more evil ways there are, the deeper the mortals will suffer. With so many evil ways causing trouble together, Zhao Di has long been a devil's cave!"
"No, senior brother, what I mean is that the opponent is powerful, should we prepare more."
Zhang Feixuan still said what he said.
This is not like dealing with ten or eight people, just rush in. The number is really overwhelming. If you really want to plunge in like this, the probability of death is greater than the probability of survival.
Senior brother is not a fool. He often says that evil forces are mostly prepared, so there is nothing wrong with his advice.
"Yes, the opponent is powerful, so we don't need to go to this or that court first. The Central Plains is too far away, and Zhao is very close. We should first focus on solving the disaster in Zhao and save the suffering people!" Song Yin vowed. With.
"I"
Zhang Feixuan opened his mouth, but in the end he could only bow and salute, "Senior brother is right."
You have already said what you said, what else can you do? Who makes you a senior brother?
Even thinking about it, I know how the senior brother can listen to it. He usually can't move his eyes away when he sees an evil way. There are so many evil ways here. It is like entering the realm of heaven.
Song Yin drank the tea in one gulp, stretched out his hand to summon the encyclopedia, "Mr. Gong, now that we have the information, tell us all the information and make a record."
Once you understand the information and the location, that's all.
The government officials didn't know about the Central Plains imperial court. As a county magistrate, it's not impossible that he didn't know about it.
You can always find someone who knows!
After receiving the information from Gong Mingle and recording it in the encyclopedia, Song Yin immediately left, leaving the deserted inn standing alone in the dry land.
I don't know how many sunrises and moonsets passed, and in the dry land, wind and sand, a few more people suddenly came.
"Sanniang, please bring two kilograms of beef, two kilograms of mutton, good quality pig head meat, and a pot of soul wine."
The one-eyed dragon who came in suddenly had not finished speaking. Seeing this deserted scene, the flesh on his face trembled.
"What's wrong? Is Sanniang changing her clothes in broad daylight?"
When the people behind saw that the leader did not move, one of them laughed teasingly and pushed his way to the front. They were also stunned.
There was no one there anywhere in this inn. The table and floor were filled with wind and sand. It had obviously not been cleaned for a few days.
If you don’t clean it, the representative will not be there.
"Search!" The one-eyed dragon's expression changed drastically, and with a command, several people behind quickly rushed to the back, and hurried back after a while.
"Boss, there's nothing, even the well!" someone shouted in panic.
The one-eyed dragon's face turned gloomy.
These people are truly evil, at least they are strongman bandits who are called evil by the people in the Central Plains. No one is stupid enough to make a living in this land of the Central Plains.
Whether the people in this inn are dead or gone, it doesn't really matter.
What's important
What do they eat and drink?
There is no source of food, so there is no way to escape here, but if you go out to look for food, you will be discovered by the government. It's not good for you left or right.
"There's nothing to eat, damn, the well's gone too!"
The man who was teasing him before said bitterly, and then said: "Boss, let's go and don't stay here anymore."
"Where to go?"
The one-eyed dragon sneered: "Do you think what we committed is a small crime? The county magistrate is eager to kill us and will not let us go if he finds the opportunity. How can we still survive hiding in this remote place? Run out. I will starve to death!"
"I agree with what the boss said. This is biased enough. But after all, this is the Central Plains. If you run away, you will go out here. If you live in a remote country, you will not be caught by the government, but will be controlled by your belly. I practice the Tao of Freedom. If I can’t enjoy the blessings, you might as well watch me become a demon." One person said.
“That’s not necessarily true.”
One of the short ones among the bandits thought of something and said: "Boss, I used to be a peddler, and I also know a lot about this northern land. Outside of Zhao, there is a country called Dayan. Although it is a barbaric place, there is a special product there. , the rice for the lotus rice porridge we ate decades ago came from there. It’s not like there’s nothing to eat, and you won’t starve to death if you run over there, and it’s also safe.”
"Well said."
The one-eyed dragon nodded and glared at him again, "But none of us know how to do it! Not only does no one know how to do it, but the materials are also wrong. Should we just eat rice? The fire is not right, and forcing it to do it will only ruin the things and waste all the money. Don’t go out, find another way.”
After saying that, he rolled his only eye and said, "I do have a plan."
"Don't!"
Another person quickly waved his hand, "Boss, please stop planning. We originally had twelve people in the Poisonous Scorpion Group, but you have come up with five plans in the past three hundred years. Five of us died, and no one wanted to die. I think we should go north. It’s okay, I just have to endure it for a while, wait for the storm to pass, and then we can come back to investigate.”
(End of chapter)
