Huang Dong gritted his teeth and came to Qian Shao's public housing.

The concierge smiled and nodded, without notice, made a gesture of invitation, and asked him to go in directly.

Seeing Huang Dong come in, Qian Shao laughed and got up from his seat: "The hero is back."

"Minister Qian, a hero, what hero?" Huang Dong opened his mouth so hard that he could stuff a duck egg into it.

Qian Shao still laughed loudly and said with a smile: "Zibian, you stopped the vicious fight between the two Zhuangzis and asked Zhangjiazhuang to report the population and land truthfully. Isn't this a hero or what?"

"Report to County Chief Qian, the heroes are not officials, but inspectors and Fan Xuezheng." Huang Dong said awkwardly, and he blushed.

Qian Shao sat down to drink tea while signaling Huang Dong to sit down to drink tea: "How to explain?"

"Reported to the county magistrate Qian to stop vicious fights, he was inspectors. Fan Xuezheng treated the wounded and gained great favor from Zhangjiazhuang, so he was willing to report the population and land truthfully." Huang Dong sat down carefully while answering truthfully, "But Zhangjiazhuang still has another condition, requiring road construction and workshops."

"If you don't make a living alone, you won't shirk your faults." Qian Shao was even happier, and his smile almost turned into a chrysanthemum. "Zibian, you have already had a good start to be able to do this on the first day."

"Report to the county magistrate Qian that Zhangjiazhuang has to prepare roads and workshops, this matter requires the approval of the officials." Huang Dong said, and naturally came to Qian Shao and respectfully presented the article.

Qian Shao took the clause and carefully

After reading it, he put down the clause and continued, "Zi Bian, your clause ignores something."

"Officials, don't know what the officials ignored, please tell me clearly." Huang Dong was shocked and asked with a treacherous look.

"Of course the public housing and the pharmacy should be built. Have you forgotten the school?" Qian Shao glanced at him, smiled faintly on the corner of his mouth, and emphasized, "The way of education, the way of education."

"Officials, the officials ignored it, and the officials immediately added it." Huang Dong was not surprised and happy. Qian Shao was adding it to him. "If the officials go back, they will add it."

Qian Shao waved his hand with a kind smile on his face: "Ziba, why waste time? You just add it here."

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What are the projects that the superiors take for the courses? One is tax, one is land, one is population, one is education, and one is road construction and bridge construction.

Now it seems that with the support of Qian Shao and Fan Yao, these are not difficult to accomplish.

Huang Dong was so grateful that he burst into tears and bowed: "Thank you for your support."

Who else can donate thousands of guan in one day besides Qian Shao, the county magistrate?

More importantly, Qian Shao did not make any contribution, but instead pushed him to Fan Yao.

What is to take credit but not be proud of this?

"I didn't support anything, mainly Ziyuan. Qiuchen (Fan Yao) came back and mobilized donations to donate money and goods. I just agreed." Qian Shao shook his head and smiled faintly.

But Huang Dong knew that Fan Yao's influence was mainly in Zhaojiazhuang Academy, and Qian Shao was the one who had an impact on the entire Zhaojiazhuang Town.

"Thank you, official," Huang Dong bowed again and reminded carefully, "Master, there are still many poor people in Zhangjiazhuang. How to distribute these donations?"

These donations not only need to build schools, but also use them on the poor people in Zhangjiazhuang.

Huang Dong thought so in his heart, but he had to ask for instructions.

Qian Shao thought about it: "Zibian, I have 300 guan to buy 100 dan of rice, and each person will pay ten kilograms of rice every month."

"Officials, one hundred tracts of rice are equivalent to 12,500 kilograms of rice. Each person distributes ten kilograms per month, and Zhangjiazhuang needs five thousand kilograms of rice per month, and can only distribute it for two months." Huang Dong kept using abacus to calculate and couldn't help but smile bitterly after finding the answer.

Qian Shao shook his head and stroked his beard while saying lightly: "Good steel should be used on the blade. The rice is distributed to those who live in thatched huts. Those who live in tiled houses do not need to be distributed."

"Officials, officials probably live in thatched houses, and there are still several that have no walls, supported by yellow trees. These must be rebuilt. What should I do if these are?" Huang Dong looked at the scene in Zhangjiazhuang and was very sympathetic. He wanted to solve them together.

Don’t complain at this time, when will you wait?

"Zi Bian, the government has done its best to pull out a thousand copper coins. You know, last year, there was no more than a thousand guan of taxes in Changyuan County. Zi Bian, now you are the only one side, you should learn to do your plans and not be too hasty." Qian Shao explained patiently in the face of Huang Dong's complaint.

Hearing this, Huang Dong suddenly burst into cold sweat, and there was a thunder on his head, which was so tender that he was burned by the thunder.

I am too impatient and want to do everything.

However, everything in Xieheting Zhangjiazhuang is lacking, so it is obviously impossible to get it done one step at a time.

Thinking of this, Huang Dong smiled awkwardly: "Officials, students are not fully prepared, and I hope the officials will forgive their crimes."

"Zi Bian, your idea is good." Seeing Huang?????????????????????????????, Qian Shao felt that he was too young.

Qian Shao put down the teacup and turned around for a few times.

Huang Dong didn't understand why Qian Shao had to turn around, and his eyes were spinning with him.

Qian Shao turned around a few times, stopped, stroked his beard, and smiled faintly: "It's not impossible to have any solutions by Zibian."

"Official, what's the way?" Huang Dong suddenly stood up from his seat and bowed to Qian Shao, "Please tell me clearly."

"The most donated this time is Zhaojiazhuang, which costs 700 yuan. If you think of a way, you might as well try to find the shopkeeper Zhao in Zhaojiazhuang." Qian Shao thought for a while, turned his head and looked at Zhaojiazhuang with a burning look.

Since the little saint moved from Zhaojiazhuang to Jintang County, there was a person in Zhaojiazhuang, Zhaojiazhuang Town in charge of the entire Zhaojiazhuang workshop and guarding the little saint's hometown.

This person is none other than the little saint Zhaojiazhuang's former housekeeper Zhao Jie.

Zhao Ping was very kind to Zhao Jie, the old man. Not only did he hand over all the Zhaojiazhuang village and workshops to him, he also gave him a ninth-rank literary official.

His son Zhaodi was also good, and he was also a patrol officer in Changyuan County. He was an eighth-rank military officer and had two thousand soldiers in his hand.

Zhao Ping made arrangements for them, of course, in order to hope that they could bring their origins.

Protect the old nest well.

"Thank you for your advice. Please try to find Manager Zhao." Huang Dong smiled, but his heart was bitter.

Zhaojiazhuang has donated 700 stagnants of money. Do you still hope they donate more? Are they willing to do it?

Huang Dong kept thinking about it, feeling completely unconfidenced.

As if he knew Huang Dong’s thoughts, Qian Shao smiled: “Zibian, in fact, you go to ask Manager Zhao for help and ask for donations of 500 or even 700 stags of money, which is not difficult.”

"Official, please give me some advice." Huang Dong was so energetic that he asked impatiently when he heard this.

Qian Shao stroked his beard again, and while drinking tea, he slowly said, "First, Xieheting is also the hometown of the little saint. For his hometown, the little saint must support him no matter what."

When Huang Dong heard this, he nodded and felt it was very reasonable.

He didn't say anything, but looked at Qian Shao while holding his fingers.

"Secondly, the pavilion chief system was proposed by the little saint, and of course the little saint doesn't want to mess it up." Qian Shao said, smiling at Huang Dong.

When Huang Dong heard this, he felt enlightened suddenly, and his eyes, which were originally a little dim, suddenly became bright.

But he still didn't say anything, and still looked at Qian Shao with bright eyes, hoping that he would give him more reasons.

Qian Shao did not disappoint Huang Dong, and said leisurely: "Now Zhangjiazhuang is actually somewhat similar to Zhaojiazhuang before. He was suppressed by Xiejiazhuang and could not raise his head. I hope he can get the full support of Zhaojiazhuang."

"Thank you for your advice, I wonder if there is any?" Huang Dong felt very comfortable after eating a bowl of hot soup in winter.

Qian Shao still stroked his beard, thought for a moment, and smiled out of the corner of his mouth: "The last point is that Zhangjiazhuang is more remote than Zhaojiazhuang, poorer, more difficult to get richer."

"Thank you, the official, I am grateful." Huang Dong bowed and raised his confidence in his heart.

Seeing Huang Dong's cheerful look, Qian Shao shook his head and continued, "Zi Bian, although Manager Zhao is very wise, there is a prerequisite."

"Officials, what are the premises? Please tell me clearly." Huang Dong seemed to have been poured with a basin of cold water, and the smile on his face suddenly became dull.

"Wordless words, no words. Without clauses, how can Manager Zhao believe you?" Qian Shao said a few words in a row and sighed, "You must write the submission and let the workshop, Fan Xuezheng and I sign and stamp it. After Manager Zhao read it, you may be moved by you."

Huang Dong suddenly burst into cold sweat on his back, and it turns out that ginger is still so spicy.

"No." Huang Dong bowed and bowed, immediately spread out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote the presentation seriously.

After Huang Dong finished writing the submission again, he did not dare to be careless and respectfully handed it over to Qian Shao for review.

Qian Shao looked at it and pointed out several of the shortcomings, asking him to rewrite it and then write it again.

Huang Dong was a little dissatisfied while writing.

He felt that Qian Shao made a big fuss, but he didn't dare to say it clearly.

Seeing Huang Dong disagreed, Qian Shao shook his head.

He smiled jokingly on the corner of his mouth, and then said solemnly: "Zibian, this report is the most important evidence for your construction of Xiehe Pavilion and it must be archived. You must know that in the future, Changyuan County, Changzhou and even the Transportation Department will come to review it. What if there is a mistake in such a big project?"

"Thank you for your advice, I understand." Huang Dong's face was pale, he stopped writing in his hand, and stood there motionlessly, feeling a stream of cold sweat flowing down his spine.

"I understand, but you still don't understand," Qian Shao shook his head, "You are not involved in it deeply, and you don't know that the officialdom is powerful. If you meet your officialdom opponents and brag about your articles and projects????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Huang Dong immediately put down his brush, bowed to Qian Shao, and said gratefully: "Thank you, the official, the student understands that the presentation must be strictly correct and there will be no loopholes."

After saying that, he looked at Qian Shao, hoping to get the answer.

"It's wrong, it's wrong." Unexpectedly, Qian Shao denied his statement again.

Huang Dong was confused, bowed his hand and asked in confusion: "The lower official is stupid, I beg the official to give me some advice."

"No matter how rigorous the presentation is, it is just an insignificant part of it."

Qian Shao shook his head, smiled faintly on his face, picked up the tea cup, and savored the tea.

"Officials, everything is a more important part?" Huang Dong asked even more confusedly.

Qian Shao suddenly looked stern and said seriously: "No matter how good the presentation is, it is just a superficial article. You must know that flies do not bite seamless eggs."

"Official, what should the officials do?" Huang Dong felt a stern, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, but he did not dare to wipe it.

Qian Shao put down the teacup in his hand, looked at Huang Dong with a bright look, and said word by word: "The answer is that if you make a blacksmith, you must be strong yourself, and your heart is selfless and the world is broad. You must be honest and dedicated to the public and serve the people with one mind."
To be continued...