After receiving the instructions from the Han Prime Minister, the Yue Prefect ran back to Yue and conveyed the central government's intention to Yue Changshi.
"Five hundred grain officials?!"
When Feng Yong learned the meaning of the Han Prime Minister from Meng Yan, he immediately shouted, "Meng Taishou, are you sure it is five hundred? Isn't it fifty?"
"Five hundred, of course."
Meng Yan said with certainty.
When Feng Yong heard this, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he almost lost his breath.
This damn thing is more than just drawing blood?
Basically, he is digging a hole in his chest, preparing to install a water pump, and pumping himself into a mummy!
The best talents in Nanxiang are naturally the students who can graduate from the school.
After all, when they are young, it is the time to study, and the closed nature allows them to concentrate on learning without other interference. Learning knowledge is the fastest.
In addition, they themselves also know that they must pass the school's assessment and graduate normally in order to get the best way out.
So they have a strong willingness to learn.
After they come out of school and practice in various places for two years, their horizons will be opened, they will understand the grassroots and accumulate practical experience, and they will become the best grassroots backbone talents in the future.
Nowadays, most of the staff who help handle various government affairs according to his instructions are the best students who have graduated from the school.
Even if this group of people cannot become local officials in the future because of their background, they will definitely be qualified to serve as aides to county magistrates and magistrates.
If someone is unlucky and has smoke coming out of his ancestral grave, and accidentally gets into the establishment officially recognized by the imperial court, it is not impossible.
But after all, there are only a few students coming out of the school, and the direction of their flow is also firmly controlled by Feng Yong: If he himself doesn’t have enough of this kind of talent, who the hell would be an idiot and give it to others?
As for the second-class talents in Nanxiang, they are Nanxiang soldiers.
Nanxiang soldiers are considered professional soldiers, and they are usually closed-minded. After training, they are also forced to read and write.
Compared with the students of the academy, Nanxiang soldiers have a sense of quick success. Most of them will definitely not be as successful as the students who graduated from the academy in the future.
Except for a few people who not only have a good life, but also have a hard life, and can achieve great results on the battlefield.
The rest will either serve as camp commanders or the like in the army, or after retiring, they will work as small stewards under Feng Yong's property, or as they do now, within Feng Yong's jurisdiction, Become a local chief or something like that.
It’s difficult to go further.
After all, he only knows 500 common words and the most basic arithmetic, so he can only be regarded as the most basic talent.
But fortunately, they have received strict training and are organized and disciplined, so they can be used in emergencies.
Why does Feng Yong still have more than a hundred Nanxiang soldiers by his side?
Is that because they haven't even learned the five hundred commonly used words yet, so what's the point of sending them out?
Nowadays, the official documents sent to Xiangting from the three counties in the Sunshui River Valley look very strange to outsiders, because the white words written on them are all very white.
The reason is that he can't understand the big-headed soldiers at the bottom of official documents that are written in a slightly more formal language!
As for the third-class talents, they are the employees in various workshops and mines in Nanxiang.
They have a certain degree of organizational discipline, but their literacy rates vary. Most of them cannot even read the most basic 300 words, let alone 500 commonly used words.
At most, he can only memorize a multiplication table.
Except for the backbone of the management team, which must be compulsorily literate, there is not much hope for the rest. Therefore, in Feng Yong's eyes, the first generation of employees are simply consumables.
Only in the past four or five years, when the second generation who had undergone compulsory baptism in the school accounted for at least half of the factory employees, could Feng Yong dare to let go of the flow of talents.
Now, the old demon Zhuge wants 500 grain and grass officials as soon as he opens his mouth, basically wiping out the barely qualified talents in Nanxiang. Why doesn't this make Feng Tubiao furious?
How much food do you have? You actually need five hundred grain and grass officials? Are you going to let them count the grains of rice?
"No five hundred, is two hundred and fifty enough?"
Feng Yong covered his chest and asked tremblingly, planning to pay the money back.
Meng Yan's eyes were very erratic, "This, Feng Changshi, is just a messenger..."
Pass it on to your mother!
Feng Yong almost wanted to kill the honest-looking Nanzhong barbarian in front of him.
You ran back to Jincheng without any problems, and then suddenly you ran back and told me this. If you want to say that this matter has nothing to do with you, I can take off your head and play it as a ball on the spot!
It seemed that the foundation he had accumulated for several years was finally discovered by Zhuge Yao. The person who informed him was obviously the guy in front of him.
Thinking of the old demon Zhuge sharpening his knife and preparing to cut his own leeks, Feng Tubiao felt heartbroken.
Damn it, Old Demon Zhuge and I are really destined to be at odds with each other. I have always been the one cutting leeks on others, and whenever I meet Old Demon Zhuge, he cuts leeks.
"Prime Minister, didn't you say anything else?"
Feng Yongyong asked reluctantly.
"The Prime Minister also said that Feng Changshi's method of restoring the capital to the three counties of Qiongdu Suqi was something that had never happened elsewhere in the Han Dynasty, so we can treat it with tolerance. Feng Changshi can serve in these three counties. Leave it to yourself.”
When Feng Yong heard this, he said "poof" in his heart. What use would I have for such a useless compensation?
In today's Han Dynasty, except for the few governors who can mobilize their own troops within a certain range, the remaining county guards, although they are in charge of the army in name, they are also under the control of the county magistrate, Sima and other ministers, and they do not expand the army at will. power.
The more it was regarded as a border county, the real power was in the hands of Feng Yong, the chief historian. At the same time, according to the rules, the position of captain was added.
The captain is actually the person who controls the military affairs of the border counties.
But Yue's four captains... two were Feng Yong's younger brothers, and two were recommended by Feng Yong.
The reason why Meng Yan, the nominal governor, was able to control part of the army was actually to check and balance Feng Yong.
Now the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty gave Feng Yong the right to serve as a soldier in the three counties, which was equivalent to giving him the power of a small-scale governor, and he could expand his troops in the three counties at will.
That was already a sign of great trust in him. This was a treatment that was coveted among Han officials.
But this is of no use to Feng Yong?
I have no intention of rebelling.
Besides, I just want to rebel. No matter how much we expand our troops in three counties, what can we do? That’s not enough!
This is because Zhuge Laoyao wanted to see what kind of effect the recovery method could achieve, so he made an excuse to let himself go.
"The Prime Minister has a long history, but he attaches great importance to it."
Meng Yan had a dark face and a simple and honest face, and his flattery was direct and straightforward, "Being able to serve as soldiers for the three counties, except for those governors, only Feng Changshi has such exclusive power among the big men."
What about simplicity?
Where is the simplicity of the descendants of the Nanzhong Yi people?
Feng Yong looked at Meng Yan and was speechless for a while.
Regardless of whether Feng Yong wants it or not, Nanxiang's blood draw is inevitable.
In October of the fourth year of Jianxing, Nanxiang County conducted another major transfer a few months after Feng Yong transferred personnel.
According to folk rumors, this time he will be transferred to Jincheng as a guard.
It is normal for local strong men to take turns to serve as guards in Jincheng.
But for Nanxiang County, this is the first time.
Not only did the Nanxiang County magistrate personally select the soldiers, he even prepared a banquet for the soldiers to eat and drink before allowing them to set off.
In recent years, local recruitment has always been done by picking people and leaving them, or even forcing people to be recruited. It has never been said that the recruiting officials have offered food and drinks. This is the first time in most people's years that Nanxiang has done this.
"This is the proper rule!"
Watching Xiongjiujiu's soldiers leave, an old man sighed, "I haven't seen such rules in many years."
So someone asked curiously, "What kind of rule is this?"
The old man shook his head and said, "The rules of the Han Dynasty are like this. When local soldiers come to the capital to serve as guards, when they first arrive in the capital and when they retire at the end of their term, the government must prepare a banquet. No one understands this rule now! This The Nanxiang government officials who hold banquets are the ones who really understand the rules."
"Does the old man live a long life?"
the passerby asked curiously.
"I was born in the first year of Xiping."
Lu was stunned for a while, and after thinking about it for a long time, he remembered that Xiping was the reign of Emperor Ling. He was shocked and said, "It turns out that the old man is fifty-six years old. It seems that he has really seen such a grand event."
The old man glanced sideways at the passers-by and said, "Emperor Ling tried every means to collect money, and even sold his official position to make money. Where is the grand occasion? Do you think he would spend money to host a banquet for his soldiers?"
The passerby was a man in his thirties. When he heard this, he was choked and speechless on the spot.
However, a young man next to the man listened and couldn't help but said, "You old man is so unreasonable. Since you haven't seen it, how can you make it sound like it's true?"
The old man walked over with a stick and yelled, "You're rude! I've never seen it before, haven't I heard about it? Of course I heard about it from the elders, so I learned that there are such rules! Ignorant people are ignorant. Disciple, are you ashamed or not?"
The young man was scolded for being uneducated and incompetent. His face turned red and he looked ashamed. He even suffered the old man's abduction without evading it. He couldn't speak.
"It turns out that big men still have such rules. It seems that we are ignorant. Thank you for your advice."
The man bowed quickly.
The old man glanced at the two of them and saw that they were all wearing long swords. Although they spoke politely, they had a strong sense of charlatanism. He muttered, "They are not good people..."
Then he shook his head and left.
Only the two of them were left looking at each other.
"Master, where should we go now?"
the young man asked.
The man pondered for a while and then said, "To find out the whereabouts of Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, we naturally have to start with things related to him. The most obvious relationship with him is Xinhua Bookstore and the storyteller. "
"The Xinhua Bookstore is a place for scholars. It's hard to get in with the way we are now, so we first went to find the most famous storyteller in the city. Just as we were walking along, I saw a few people who were from the same way. We’ll find a chance to ask then.”
"Master, this Nanxiang is really different from other places. We have come all the way here in vain."
"That's natural. It makes sense for people like Lan Ling Xiaoxiaosheng to choose to live in seclusion here."
"I don't know what kind of person Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is, who can actually write such secrets..."
"I think he must be a master among his peers."
"I just don't know if he wants to see us?"
"Those fellows who appeared here seem to be here for this master. Since others can have such intentions, why can't we give it a try?"
"That's what the master taught me."
The two of them continued walking, whispering, not wanting to attract anyone's attention.
According to the legend of outsiders, there are four characteristics that must be known when visiting Nanxiang.
The first one is not to mess with women easily.
There are many families in Nanxiang where women are the masters of the house. If there are outsiders who dare to disobey the rules, they will basically have to spend the rest of their lives in the mines in the mountains.
The second is the most direct evidence that Nanxiang is the presence of evil spirits: thick smoke billows during the day, and the fire is brightly lit at night, and the kiln is open day and night.
At the same time, it is now a wonder in Nanxiang.
When outsiders come to Nanxiang for the first time, they will stop and watch for a long time.
The third one is Nanxiang Xinhua Bookstore, which is free and open to all readers.
It’s because of it that many people from poor families go to this book at all costs just to find their favorite books.
But after all, there are only a few people who can read and read, so the most popular one is the last one, the storyteller unique to Nanxiang.
A table, a chair, a gavel, a storyteller, a bowl of boiling water, that's all.
But it is an indispensable thing for all restaurants, guesthouses and other business establishments in Nanxiang. Without Storyteller's restaurants and guesthouses, no one would want to go there.
However, the storyteller's time arrangement is also reasonable.
Every time I talked for too long, there were many customers in the shop, but they were all here to hear about the book. They didn’t leave even after eating, so they just treated it as free sex.
Unfortunately, there was no room inside, and people outside could not be greeted, which affected business.
But if the time limit is too short and the guests are not satisfied, the grumpy man will not even want the unfinished meal and just turn the table over on the spot.
Also, the details of storytelling are different in different places.
For example, in places where there are many slave laborers and coolies, you can use your imagination to make the intimate details more explicit and simple and straightforward, the better the effect will be.
The people in Guizhou like to hear this.
But in more elegant places, most people rely on their status, so they have to speak more elegantly, speak in a subtle way, or use metaphors, and then everyone will smile in understanding.
Not only maintains face, but also allows the spirit to be happily satisfied.
This situation also results in the same biography, except that the outline is roughly the same, the various plots are very different in the mouths of different storytellers.
Not only adults like to listen to this biography, but children also like it.
When the master and apprentice first arrived in Nanxiang, they saw many children on the street holding wooden knives, swords, or sticks and sticks, fighting with each other.
This one shouted "Look at my Xuan Yin Finger", and the other shouted "Eat my Xuan Ming Divine Palm".
What's more, he just took off his clothes and said, "Nine Yang Magic is invincible in the world. If you don't believe it, come here and beat me..."
Then a woman rushed out from the side, picked him up and "crackled" with a wave of Luoying Shen Zhang, and shouted, "Have you finished your homework?"
The Nine-Yang Divine Skill was broken all at once, and the child cried and said, "Not yet..."
"You dare to go out into the wild before you finish writing. I have worked so hard to find a way to send you to school, but you actually want to learn from those rangers, who can't beat you to death!"
…
The eyes of the master and the disciple were really twitching. This Nanxiang woman really lived up to her reputation!
It’s just that this ranger didn’t offend you, right?
"Get dressed and go home quickly!"
The woman became the leader of the martial arts alliance and left proudly.
All the martial arts masters did not dare to say anything. They could only watch in despair as the leader sobbed, found his clothes, put them on, and prepared to go home.
"Little brother, I am being polite, can you ask me a question?"
The man stepped forward, clasped his fists and asked.
The leader, with tears on his face, saw the swords in the two men's waists. His eyes lit up, and he raised his fists at the man. He looked like a decent man, "I wonder what this brother wants to ask?"
"I want to find the most famous storyteller in this city. Do you know him?"
When the leader heard this, he immediately patted his chest and said, "Why is this so difficult? The most famous storyteller in Nanxiang is none other than the one from 'Xia Ke Xing'..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a "lion's roar" coming from the corner, "Where's the person?"
"coming!"
The leading brother trembled with fright and ran away quickly.
