"Tell me about your thoughts first, and I will give you some advice."

Xu Mou looked at Xu Yue and asked him to talk about his ideas first.

"My nephew has already considered the compensation. If compensation is requested, the government may also compensate part of it, but it is impossible to make full compensation." Xu Yue expressed his thoughts that had been considered long ago.

Xu Mou shook his head, his eyes full of suspicion: "There is now a rat in the government warehouse, so where can I compensate me if there is any money?"

"Why can't you compensate? Stop paying salaries from sacrificial officials and minor officials, this is money. Besides, only a few counties in the world in Jintang County, Lingquan County, give salaries from sacrificial officials and minor officials." Xu Yue said with confidence.

When Xu Mou heard this, his face was shocked: "Taking money is like killing his parents. You force these small officials to a dead end. What if they run to your home to beg for food?"

"My nephew is just restoring the old system of the past. These minor officials and clerks had no salary before, so they still lived the same life." Xu Yue replied lightly, obviously very ordinary.

When Xu Mou heard this, he couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead. He never expected these nephews to be so cold-blooded: "Sir, the taboo in the officialdom is to arouse public anger. You just want to start a rebel, and you will bring you troubles that you can't solve. If you don't pay salaries for all the clerks and minor officials, do you think of the consequences?"

"It is the custom of the whole Song Dynasty for clan uncles, whether the clan officials and minor officials do not pay their salaries. Is there anything wrong with my nephew doing this?" Xu Yue was still stubborn and took the entire Song Dynasty as an example, which made him feel striking.

Xu Mou kept shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Sir, Lingquan County is different from the minor officials of the Song Dynasty. They did not have any salary, and Lingquan County gave it a salary. This regulation was formulated by the little saints. If the adults stopped paying their salary, it would inevitably cause public anger. These minor officials immediately stopped working, but the minor officials came to your house to beg for food, and the serious ones ran to Chengdu Prefecture or the little saint complained. How would you deal with this matter?"

"They want to sue? Do they have the courage?" Xu Yue couldn't believe it.

Xu Mou felt that Xu Yue was a little naive: "Their group of minor officials and clerks are different from other minor officials of the Song Dynasty. They passed the scholar exam and passed the scholar exam. If you don't pay your salary, they will definitely find the little saint to complain."

"It's better for them to leave. At worst, they can recruit a new group of officials and minor officials like Ba County." Xu Yue looked at him disdainfully, and his words were full of confidence.

Xu Mou felt that his nephew thought it was really too simple and was not suitable for being in the officialdom at all, so he patiently analyzed: "The officialdom must also have credibility. Lingquan County only needs to have a salary to recruit talents better than other places in the Song Dynasty. If the government suddenly stops paying a salary, who else can come to Lingquan County? Could you do everything?"

"This is not possible, that is not possible. Uncle, what should I do with my nephew?" Xu Yue felt that his head was too big and had no idea at all, so he had to ask Xu Mou for advice.

"Let me think about it." After Xu Mou said that, he held up the teacup and pondered.

It was indeed too big for Xu Yue to disturb him, and he devoted himself to drinking tea and waiting for Xu Mou's answer.

After a cup of tea, Xu Mou made tea again.

While looking at the tea cup, he suddenly asked a topic that had nothing to do with Chidao: "Sir, have you seen the tea?"

"What does tea, what does Chidao have to do with tea?" Xu Yue did not expect that the clan uncle actually said this topic. He felt confused for a moment, so he had to ask back.

"It's a big deal. Look, what color is this tea leaf?" Xu Mou did not look up at all, but looked at the tea leaf in the tea cup and asked.

Xu Yue looked at the teacup in his hand and felt that nothing was strange: "Uncle, this is normal, the drunk spring breeze has always been emerald green."

"The endless fallen trees are wafting down. Have you heard of this poem?" Xu Mou looked up at this time and suddenly asked another poem that had nothing to do with Chidao.

Xu Yue frowned and was furious, feeling that his clan uncle had nothing to do with Chidao today. He was anxious, but he met his clan uncle who was another slow doctor.

He forced himself to hold back his unhappiness and had to follow Xu Mou's words: "Isn't this a poem called "Climbing the High" by Du Gongbu, but what does it have to do with Chidao?"

"Sir, the endless fallen trees are wafting, referring to winter. It is already early winter, but the tea leaves are still in spring. Don't you find it strange?" Xu Mou knew that Xu Yue was not upset, and asked while explaining.

Hearing this, Xu Yue couldn't help but check the tea leaves in his hand carefully. While watching, he felt more and more strange and murmured: "Why is this so, why is this?"

Looking at Xu Yue frowned, Xu Mou asked while tasting tea: "What do you think is the difference between drunk spring breeze and tuan tea?"

"One is in the sky and the other is underground." Even if Xu Yue likes Zhao Ping again, he will not suffer any loss to himself.

Xu Mou's answer was too rough and then asked, "Then are you willing to drink the bunch of tea?"

"If there is no drunk spring breeze, then you have to drink a bun of tea. But with the drunk spring breeze, no one is willing to drink a bun of tea again." Xu Yue had no choice but to answer honestly.

Xu Mou nodded, with a smile on his face: "In terms of color, fragrance and taste, the drunk spring breeze left the tumbling tea behind. After drinking the drunk spring breeze, naturally no one likes the tumbling tea."

"Uncle tribe, my nephew doesn't understand. What's the relationship between Zuichunfeng and Chidao? Is my nephew still not understand?" Xu Yue returned to the topic of Chidao. He felt that the uncle tribe had taken the topic apart and hurriedly brought it back.

Xu Mou naturally knew what Xu Yue meant and continued: "I just explained a truth by drunken spring breeze tea. The little saint can make people drink tea that seems to be still in spring in winter, which means that the little saint's tea made far more than others. Sir, think about it, which is better, the little saint's way or the Qin Shihuang's way?"

"Uncle, what do you mean is that Zhao Ping's chaotic path is better than Qin Shihuang's?" Xu Yue put down the teacup without knowing it, and asked in a trembling voice, "This is impossible. You know, Qin Shihuang unified the six kingdoms and ended the disputes in the world, which is the emperor of the ages. How could Zhao Ping compare with Qin Shihuang?"

He was extremely jealous of Zhao Ping, so he was always dissatisfied. Although his clan uncle had called Zhao Ping a little saint, he still called him his name directly.

"Of course I did not deny that Qin Shihuang was the emperor of the ages, but in terms of the Tao, the little saint surpassed Qin Shihuang." Xu Mou could not tell that Xu Yue was dissatisfied, so he compared it from the Tao.

Xu Yue shook his head. He could not admit this. Zhao Ping actually surpassed Qin Shihuang: "What aspects of Zhao Ping's driving path surpassed Qin Shihuang?"

"Sir, have you noticed that Qin Shihuang's way of qin has very large limitations and limits its use. Which one is used by Qin Shihuang's way of qin? It is himself. It is precisely because he himself uses that he requires the car to be on the same track. If there are different tracks, he cannot get on the way of qin at all. And what about the little saint's way of qin? There are no requirements for these aspects at all." Xu Mou patiently compared and analyzed while drinking tea.

Xu Yue did not answer Xu Mou's topic, but was digesting Xu Mou's topic.

Seeing Xu Yue seriously thinking about his topic, Xu Mou continued to analyze: "Sir, why not assume that the road in Lingquan County is really built according to Qin Shihuang's method. Shouldn't a car be on the same track? If the people find that only the cars can be on the same track, will the people curse people?"

"Uncle, you haven't said this, and your nephew hasn't thought about this yet. Your nephew has been busy with tedious official duties." Xu Yue couldn't help but feel scared and sweated.

Xu Mou nodded and saw that he moved Xu Yue, and continued to analyze: "Sir, there are many difficulties in rebuilding according to the Qin Shihuang's method. First of all, there is no money to rebuild, and the Su family and the Chen family demand compensation, otherwise they will not. Secondly, the people will not buy it. Even if they try their best to build the road of the road, it is not the road of the people that needs, it is not the road of the people that accumulates good deeds, but a useless road that has been infamous for thousands of years. Are you considering this?"

When Xu Yue heard this, he rubbed his forehead in pain, and even though his official hat was a little wrinkled, he didn't feel it.

The more he thought about it, the more he became more and more uncomfortable he felt. He got up and bowed respectfully to Xu Mou: "The clan uncle, it's all because my nephew is too young. What was the matter of accumulating good deeds and virtues that had turned into a frustrating thing. Uncle clan, what should I do now?"

"Of course someone came to clean up the mess." Xu Mou finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Xu Yue finally said that.

Xu Yue couldn't believe his ears: "Uncle Clan, who else is willing to clean up this mess now?"

"Of course some people are willing to deal with it, they are just little saints." Xu Mou said thoughtfully while drinking tea.

Xu Yue's face was full of wry smiles: "Zhao Ping is watching his nephew's jokes now. He wished he could let his nephew throw away all his ugly things before he was happy. How could he be willing to clean up this mess?"

"This is very simple. First, he is the chief clerk of Chengdu and he has the obligation to clean up the mess. Second, he was going to build a road, and he was just in advance." Xu Mou was indeed worthy of being his capable aide, pointing it out one by one.

Xu Yue still didn't understand and couldn't help asking: "Uncle, my nephew is not the same as Zhao Ping, so why did he help my nephew? Secondly, why didn't he build the road in Lingquan County?"

"The structures are different, and the work is different. The adults are standing in the pattern of Lingquan County, while the little saint is standing in the pattern of Chengdu Prefecture. If he does not build the road of Lingquan County, it may be related to strength. The adults don't think it is difficult to build the whole county?" Xu Mou analyzed the pattern and considered the economy.

After hearing Xu Mou's persuasion, Xu Yue's wounded heart had just been comforted.

Suddenly he remembered something and felt like he fell from the mountain to the foot of the mountain.

Xu Yue's face was pale, worried about writing it on his face: "Uncle, now the Xu family and the Xie family are fighting through the "Great Song China News Agency" and "Great Song Literature". Will Zhao Ping take the blame?"

"The way of officialdom is harmonious but different, fighting without breaking is the way of survival. Although the Xu family and the Xie family were quarreling with the little saints in the newspaper, they did not tear each other and should not be hurt." Xu Mou stroked his beard and said while drinking tea.

Xu Yue was still worried: "Don't worry, Zhao Ping may not add any harm, but what if he doesn't save him when he sees death?"

"This is indeed possible. But I think Zhao Ping should not. If Zhao Ping does this, his reputation as Zhaojiazhuang will be destroyed." Xu Mou put down his teacup and circled around the tea table for a few times. "But Zhao Ping will definitely not do this for nothing, and he will definitely have to pay the price. This husband went to Jintang County to negotiate with him."

"Thank you, uncle. My nephew is really ashamed. When he came to Lingquan County, he caused such a big trouble for the Xu and Xie families." Speaking of this, Xu Yue's eyes turned red, and he couldn't help but cover his face with his sleeves, feeling that he had no face to see anyone.

"It's wrong, and adults have political achievements." Xu Mou raised Xu Yue's right hand and persuaded him kindly.

Xu Yue almost burst into tears and shook his head: "The clan uncle doesn't need to comfort his nephew. The nephew knows that what he did is really embarrassing."

"Sir, you really have political achievements. Isn't this a political achievement?" Xu Mou's words are serious and his words are strong.

Xu Yue raised his hazy tears, looked at Xu Mou, and grabbed his hands: "Uncle, is this also a political achievement?"

"This is of course a political achievement, but it is just not done perfectly. After the road of Chi Dao is repaired, the history will be recorded. Xu Magistrate Xu proposed and built the road of Chi Dao, and the little saint improved it." Xu Mou had already thought about how to record the county annals, and had already thought of it.

Xu Yue bowed respectfully again and said gratefully: "Thank you, uncle, this is the best result, but my nephew has no face to stay in Lingquan County again."

In fact, he was reluctant to leave Lingquan County, but he left such a big mess here and really had no face to stay there.

"Lingquan County was originally Zhao Ping's, but this time I just gave it to him." In fact, no one was willing to spit out such a piece of fat meat. Thinking that the Xu family had to spit out, Xu Mou smiled bitterly.

With Xu Yue's uneasiness and amid his expectation, Xu Mou rode a horse and two servants from Lingquan County.

Although Xu Mou's tone was very affirming that Zhao Ping would agree, Xu Yue never felt assured.

After all, the Xu family and the Xie family are in the officialdom, and both sides are in a hostile relationship.

Three days later, Xu Mou, with a tired look on his face, came back from Jintang County.

Xu Yue greeted him and asked expectantly: "Uncle, did Zhao Ping agree to it?"

Xu Yue was always unable to lose his composure, or because he was jealous of Zhao Ping being too strong, even if he had something to ask for, he was unwilling to call Zhao Ping a little saint.

"It was difficult to talk. Fortunately, Zhao Ping agreed to rebuild the road, but he put forward some conditions." Xu Mou's words seemed to have no feelings for many people, which made Xu Yue unable to guess his joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Xu Yue thought about it, was Zhao Ping asking for a lot of similarity than him?

He bowed and asked, "Uncle, what conditions did Zhao Ping put forward?"

"His requirements are too high. Cheng Liang was promoted from county magistrate to county magistrate, Li Zhihao was promoted from Taoyuan Town to county magistrate, Yu Jihan was promoted from Dian Li to Taoyuan Town, and Jia Li was promoted from chief magistrate." Xu Mou shook his head and smiled bitterly.
Chapter completed!