Qian Yuan has always been able to accurately position himself. This is true in the criminal police team, he was sent to the publicity department, and later he went to the business.

Professional people are responsible for professional matters.

There is no doubt that commanding operations is very professional, so Qian Yuan did not intervene and entrusted them all to the official generals headed by Lu Bin, who are professionals.

However, the experience of starting from scratch in his previous life gave Qian Yuan a strong organization and allocation ability, so Qian Yuan was unscrupulous in logistics.

From the number of soldiers, township tyrants and weapons equipment of all soldiers, to the daily ration distribution of each person, and the rewards and treatments for different positions...

From the arrangement of personnel who cook and cook, the composition of transporting supplies, to the organization of familiar with the local yamen runners, Baiyao martial law city also acts as a reserve team...

Qian Yuan arranged each item in an orderly manner, and even made various response measures based on different subsequent developments.

Although Chongde County was small and the Ming Dynasty officialdom had always had the tradition of not building yamen, this county yamen was not small, especially the lobby was particularly wide.

But now, except for a circular path that only allows one person to pass through, tables and bookcases are densely packed in other places.

"I'm too lazy to care about how much you are greedy!" Qian Yuan, who was sitting in the center, still looked on the book on the table, and said lightly: "You just need to make sure no one comes to cause trouble."

Although he was called a seated tiger by the county people, Captain Liu knew the weight of the person in front of him, bent down and said with a sad face: "I really didn't get the hand this time..."

"Then you explain." Qian Yuan took a piece of paper and quickly wrote and painted. "A total of 65 houses were demolished. According to size and number of people, it should be 457 taels of silver, but why did you pay 365 taels of silver?"

Captain Liu's eyes are straight. Is there something wrong with saving you money or something?

Qian Yuan waved his hand and signaled him to stand aside and not to stop behind him. He knew that it might not be a problem to make the book bigger, and it might not be a problem to make the book smaller. Sometimes the latter is less likely to be noticed.

After looking at Captain Liu, Qian Yuan took the paper handed over by the next person and looked down, "There is no need to give a silver reward for cooking, so let the women and children who go to the city to take refuge. They only need to eat a full meal and be satisfied."

Captain Liu was still stunned. Qian Yuan had already cut off the mess and dealt with it four or five times in a row. He signed a name and asked the clerk to lead people to the warehouse to move the silver reward for soldiers.

Chongde County is a small town, and there is not even a master's position. There are not many people drawn from the six rooms... Qian Yuan is quite suspicious of how the previous magistrate managed the city.

On the other hand, the clerks and clerks in the lobby were stunned when they saw Qian Yuan so skillfully and orderly arranged everything, and they kept their mouths and hands. They thought of it and thought of it, but they still thought of it.

Qian Yuan gained experience in Jiading County last year and was calm in dealing with it. He looked like an old bureaucrat who had been immersed in government affairs for many years.

With the skillful signing of the name, Qian Yuan found a trace of the feeling of sitting in the general manager's office in his previous life, looked at Captain Liu, "I chose the sixty-five families to demolish houses, but they didn't choose casually."

It takes a lot of wood, bricks and stone to defend the city. Qian Yuan spent a long time in the city and selected the houses of 65 households, so naturally they were not selected at will.

Captain Liu looked confused, his lips opened and closed.

"Let's go and have a look." Qian Yuan cleaned up the table, stood up and shook his head, "It is normal and appropriate to pluck the hairs by the geese, but I still have the help to those dozens of families."

Seeing the Songjiang scholar and Captain Liu leave the county government, the atmosphere in the lobby immediately eased, and the clerks and clerks whispered, and the noise made the two people in the corner frown.

"Ah, Master Xiang...no, Master Xiang." A clerk suddenly saw Xiang Dushou and hurriedly got up and greeted him loudly.

Xiang Dushou nodded slightly, walked along the circular path to Qian Yuan's desk, looked down for a few times, his eyes were confused... Uh, Arabic numerals and tabular recording methods were naturally like wordsless heavenly books in the Ming Dynasty.

A yamen runner stared at the old man behind Xiang Dushou curiously. The man was not tall, with a ravine on his face like an old farmer, but his back was as tall as a green pine tree, and his eyes were shining, as dazzling as a sword that was unsheathed.

Several people recognized it. It was the old man who helped the officers and soldiers kill the Japanese at the city gate the day before yesterday. He had a long spear in his hand like a spirit snake, which was very sharp, but now he has changed into a Confucian shirt.

Xiang Dushou handed the paper to the old man, "I heard that Jingchuan Gong has all the six arts..."

The so-called gentleman's six arts, rituals, music, archery, calligraphy, and numbers, from ancient times to the present, not many people are proficient in the six arts. Since the Tang Dynasty, there have been very few people who are well-known in the six arts. Each of them is a famous figure in the world.

The old man in front of him, who was like an old farmer, was also one of them, and might even be the only one now.

But after looking at the ghostly talisman on the paper, the old man was confused. After hesitating for a moment, he whispered to the clerk beside him, and took the abacus and started to slap it.

The clerk beside him twitched his lips. He had been in the household for most of his life, and he was not as skilled as the old man. He was so fast that he was almost flying!

After a while, the old man stopped and nodded to Xiang Dushou, "It's indeed 457 taels of silver."

Xiang Dushouqing couldn't help but grin. Qian Yuan only wrote a few strokes on the paper and calculated it, while Jingchuan Public used the abacus and still needed half a stick of incense.

In Xiang Dushou's mind, that brother Qian Shi was already mysterious and unpredictable. Putting aside the meaning of the scriptures, King Jingchuan was also famous all over the world in arithmetics, but he was not as good as that one.

When he walked out of the lobby, the old man's eyes flashed and he asked in a low voice for a while: "It is said that Mr. Zhenchuan applauded him?"

"It's true." Xiang Dushou replied carefully: "It is reported that last year, the Qian family was in charge of the victory in Jiading. After the war, the magistrate hanged his seal and left. It was him who cleaned up the mess and rectified the city. The county people praised him as a good minister in the future and became famous since then."

"Is Qian's son the grand victory in Jiading?" The old man said in surprise: "At that time, I was in Nanjing, and I heard that Lu Tong's youngest son and Zhenchuan Gong were in the city."

"Zhenchuan Duke Zheng Ruozeng is also in the city, and he and the Bi family are also familiar with him. "Xiang Dushou felt very sorry for thinking about it. He was really a good marriage partner, "Jingchuan Duke also saw it, and the young tiger in the Lu family bowed his head to him."

The two of them stepped out of the county government, and the chaos of the previous two days disappeared on the street, and everything was in order.

The women carrying lunch boxes were heading forward along the left side of the road under the command of the yamen runners, delivering meals to soldiers everywhere.

On the right side of the road, not far away is the Xiang family's garden. The integrated village warriors were desperately smashing the wall with sledgehammers, sending the demolished bricks and stones to the top of the city wall.

Three or five carriages were in the middle of the road, carrying all kinds of wood on the carriages, and the long ends of the wood rubbed against the ground, making squeaking noises.

More than a dozen men with hands pressed their waists stood in the road, and from time to time scolded the people who had walked out of the ranks to drive back.

The old man looked at the Xicheng Gate not far away, then turned his head to glance at the distant East Gate, thinking that the lane left in the middle of the road should be used to mobilize troops.

Seeing the old man stroking his beard and laughing, Xiang Dushou also said, "If you don't say anything else, you can go to the Ministry of Works to be the head of the Ministry of Works. The Minister of the Wailang is qualified."

Just as he was about to praise a few words, he heard Xiang Dushou's words and the word "Ministry of Works". The old man pulled his face and said softly, "I am clever and good at making arrangements. Fortunately, I don't have a relative who is a cabinet master!"

Xiang Dushou, who was standing beside him, was so amazed and laughed, "Mr. Jingchuan, why is it this? The Qian family passed down the poetry and books, and it is a famous family in Songjiang."

The old man's words were very clear. Xiang Dushou, who had always been interested in becoming an official, naturally understood that the current Minister of Works is Yan Song's brother-in-law Ouyang Bijin, and Yan Song's son Yan Shifan had just been promoted to the left minister of the Ministry of Works, and Emperor Jiajing even added the title of Minister of Works.

The old man hated Yan Shifan very much and had named him many times in the book.

However, although the Yan Dang is extremely famous in Southern Zhili and Zhejiang, Ouyang Bijin and Yan Shifan are often criticized by Shilin this time, their abilities are recognized in the minds of the elderly.

The old man is saying that fortunately there is no relative like Yan Song who can be attached to him, otherwise 80% will be the second place in Yan Donglou in the future...

Although Xiang Dushou was frightened at the city gate the day before yesterday, he admired Qian Yuan very much. At this time, he couldn't help but complain, and he didn't know where Qian Yuan provoked you...

Walking along the right side of the road to the west city gate, you can see Qian Yuan shouting loudly, pointing his arms at the ground from time to time.

Under the command of Captain Liu, more than a hundred men and women hesitated and waved their hoes to start digging the ground.

"Did you see?" Qian Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "If you don't give enough money, will anyone work?"

Captain Liu bent down and laughed a few times, "Yes, too, but I also gave too much..."

"I do things like this. According to the rules, I always have to make others willing. Besides, I can still use them later." Qian Yuan looked up at the somewhat gloomy sky, praying in his heart that it would not rain...

Xiang Dushou and the old man who had already reached the nearest heard the last sentence, their faces were different. The former was only thinking about what these people were digging.
Chapter completed!