The snow stopped at night, the weather became warmer, and many people had a good night's sleep at night.

Early the next morning, people heard about a noble man coming to the county.

No one has found out what kind of noble person it is, but those who have seen the power yesterday know that the noble person is of a different origin, and I am afraid he came from Xianyang.

The people could only guess, but the county magistrate had already received the news and quickly arranged the patrol work around the village to avoid any invisible person disturbing Fusu.

This eldest son is less than six years old and was sent to Yunyang County for recuperation, but who sent him? Meng Tian!

Others don’t know Meng Tian, ​​but it is impossible for the magistrates of the counties in the capital. He is now in charge of the inner history and governs the capital. He is in charge of all matters including defense in Xianyang.

If the king does not trust him, how could the king give him his safety?

Therefore, being able to work Meng Tian to escort himself is enough to show the position of this eldest son in the heart of the king.

Yesterday, the county magistrate had already led the county government to welcome him. Early this morning, the county magistrate went to the villa where Fusu was located to see if Fusu had any instructions.

The county magistrate led people to outside the village, but heard that Fusu had already taken people out early in the morning and the people below didn't know where Fusu had gone.

The county magistrate looked at the rising sun, and then looked at the forest covered with thin snow in the distance. He was a little confused about whether to wait, but he saw the same entangled doorman looking at the entrance of a forest not far away and happily, "Mr. Yao, the eldest son is back."

County Magistrate Yao turned his head and saw a few young and strong guards walking out of the forest surrounded by Fusu.

Perhaps because he was still young and Fusu walked a little slowly, the guards could only slow down and carefully followed him and walked back.

County Magistrate Yao had a bad look. He narrowed his eyes and looked at it for a long time, but still couldn't see the person clearly, so he could only rush to the other side.

As he got closer, the magistrate Yao saw clearly what Fusu looked like: Although he was only five or six years old, Fusu’s eyebrows and eyes were very beautiful. What’s even more rare is that he was filled with unspeakable calmness, and he was neither too anxious nor too slow to settle down, making people unable to help but imagine what he would look like when he grew up.

"Young Master!" County Magistrate Yao respectfully stepped forward to greet him.

"Mr. Yao County Magistrate." Fusu recognized the person, and his steps accelerated a little, and stepped forward to dismiss the Magistrate Yao County Magistrate.

Before Fusu came to Yunyang County, he knew about the origin of Yao County Magistrate, and he was a distant relative of the Shangqing Yao Jia.

A few years ago, Yao Jia and Li Si made a plan to separate the countries. Yao Jia sent gold and silver to various countries to bribe influential people from all countries, causing parts of the country to collapse and could not be connected.

After three years, this plan of disagreement was effective, and Yao Jia was appointed as the Minister of the Supreme Court.

It is said that poor people are in the downtown area and no one is concerned about them. Rich people are in the deep mountains and have distant relatives. The magistrate of Yao County heard that Yao Jia had made his fortune, so he specially traveled from Wei State to Xianyang to join Yao Jia.

Because the magistrate Yao was quite capable, Yao Jia pinched his nose and recommended him to become the magistrate of Yunyang County.

Yunyang County is very close to Xianyang, and it is considered a place where many people want to come to Feique, the magistrate of Yao County has such a good fortune and works diligently, but he has not disappointed this position.

Seeing that Fusu was young and had an extraordinary temperament, County Magistrate Yao was even more attentive: "Young Master slept well last night?"

"It's great." Fusu smiled, "I just walked around and talked to the people. They all praised the county magistrate for being good."

Who doesn’t like to listen to flattering words?

The magistrate Yao was happy and said modestly: "What the officials do is to do, and what they do."

After Fusu talked with the Yao County Magistrate, he told Yao County Magistrate not to stay for too long and would do his job in the county.

During the day, Fusu walked around inside and outside the village and asked people to circle a piece of uninhabited wasteland.

When Shangjun reformed, he encouraged the people to open up wastelands, and clearly stated that anyone who reclaimed wasteland belonged to him. The wasteland that could be cultivated near Xianyang had been almost fully cultivated, and the rest could not be planted.

Seeing Fusu asking people to enclose the land, the people who served him could not help but say, "Young Master, this place cannot grow things. Look, it doesn't even grow grass."

Fusu said, "I know, I don't want to plant things in this land." He looked left and right. This was the downside of another village. There were no people around him, and it was suitable for doing what he wanted to do. This was a method he saw when he went to the small world to practice. It could effectively maintain the ground force so that the fields would not be abandoned after three or five years of planting. Fusu was very satisfied and said to the left and right: "Just this."

Once the land is selected, you need to find someone to build the house. The house you want in Fusu is not difficult to build. It is enough to cover up the wind and rain for a little bit. Ordinary masons can do it.

Fusu was just a first time and hadn't visited the county yet, so he took a bus to take a trip and picked up some people to work.

Yunyang County is near the capital of the capital, which is much more prosperous than many county towns, but it is not lively for Fusu, which has been experienced in many small worlds, and the houses look low and simple.

In the middle of winter, there are very few people on the streets, mainly because poor families lack clothes to protect against cold. They may cause cold disease when they come out, so they have to stay at home to hide from the winter.

Fusu got out of the car with his hand stove in his arms and walked for a while. He was in good spirits and didn't look like a person who had just passed a serious illness.

One of the few pedestrians on the road saw such a cute child walking on the street, and there were a few people dressed in guards around them. Most of them looked at each other curiously.

Fusu was not annoyed and smiled at them.

Before he could walk far away, the magistrate Yao came again and asked Fusu what he had missing when he came to the county town. The magistrate Yao said, "If there is still something missing next time, the young master ordered someone to say it, you don't have to come in person."

Fusu smiled and said, "It's not that there is a shortage of people, but I have to find some craftsmen to build a house and want to come and see it in person."

The magistrate of Yao County said: "This is simple. The young master ordered that there are people in the county. However, it has snowed these days, so I am afraid that nothing can be built."

The slaves and prisoners in the county are not just a waste of time, they all have to learn to do things according to their own strengths, and there is no shortage of bricklayers.

There is really not enough manpower, so you can also recruit people to work. Just pay a little wage. As long as Fusu doesn’t want to build a palace, the manpower will definitely be enough.

Fusu said: "It won't snow these days, but the snow will melt tomorrow and you can start construction."

Fusu spoke without being slow and did not look like a six-year-old child at all.

After hearing this, the magistrate Yao looked up at the sky and found that there were indeed no cumulus clouds in the sky, and it seemed that it would not snow again.

Moreover, the sun was out today, and the thin snow accumulated two days ago was almost melted, so it was indeed possible to start construction.

It’s just that the weather is too cold, and the craftsmen may freeze to death, but they are all slaves or prisoners who have committed the crime. They die if they die. It’s enough to work, and it doesn’t matter.

The magistrate Yao nodded and personally led Fusu to select craftsmen.

Daqin was very strict with craftsmen, and almost every step was registered. Even the selection of wood was strictly required. For example, if a craftsman marked the usable wood as unusable, he would be punished.

Each time the government creates a special person to evaluate how many people are needed to participate in the construction, and assign enough personnel to take responsibility, and each responsibility is implemented to the person.

Fusu briefly explained how big the house he wanted to build was and what materials he used. The county Sikong in charge of this area was experienced and didn't have to calculate it. He immediately assigned a team of people to Fusu and asked Fusu to recognize the leader, saying that it was because of insufficient staff, just let the other party come to find a new craftsman to make up for it.

The people assigned to Fusu were naturally strong and strong prisoners. In order to let them work hard and prevent them from escaping, the county Sikong also assigned a group of yamen runners to serve as supervisors.

Fusu glanced at him and was quite satisfied with the county magistrate's arrangements. He asked the supervisor to take people to another village tomorrow.

The magistrate of Yao County is tactful, and the county Sikong is also very tactful. He patted his chest and guaranteed that the person would send it tomorrow morning. The county will also be responsible for the materials and will not let Fusu take a moment of caress.

Fusu asked Yao County Magistrate and others some questions, and had roughly figured out the process of hiring workers. Next time, he would not have to come in person. Just spend some wages and ask people to collect from the surrounding villages.

Fusu politely rejected the invitation from the magistrate of Yao County to leave food and got on the carriage and returned to the village.

Yao County Magistrate and County Sikong watched Fusu go away together, and they couldn't help but discuss: "What does the young master do to build this house? It looks big, but it doesn't look like a place where people live, it's really weird!" He turned to ask County Sikong, "I feel that our eldest young master is very unusual, what do you think?"

The county Sikong is in charge of civil engineering, but he didn't understand Fusu's plan. He shook his head and said, "Maybe he wants to build a place to have fun. He is a child, so no one doesn't like to play."

County Magistrate Yao felt it was reasonable and nodded and said, "Arranging the manpower, if there is someone who is frozen to death, please hurry up and ask someone to take over, so there is no need to disturb the young master."

The county Sikong obeyed the order and left.

People are different. The young master is the eldest son of the king, so he is naturally expensive. He can play whatever he wants and do whatever he wants.

As for the others, they are all a bad life, and they will die if they die, and there is nothing to regret.

Yunyang County is not far from Xianyang, and in the evening someone wrote down Fusu's itinerary for one day and sent it back to Beijing.

Whether the king looks at it or not is the king's business, and it is necessary to give it to him or her if he should.

Ying Zheng was still worried about Fusu leaving Beijing to recuperate.

On that day, the letter from Yunyang County was sent back. Ying Zheng took the time to open it and read it. He soon learned that Fusu could not only stay at home, but also wandered around without fear of the cold. He either went to the surrounding villages and wastelands to see or took a bus to the county town to ask for craftsmen. It looked quite busy.

Ying Zheng felt relieved, but became curious about the house that Fusu wanted to build.

He did not intend to directly ask someone to ask Fusu, but instead asked someone to continue recording Fusu's words and deeds, intending to use the news from Yunyang County every day to relax.

Some things are directly asked to understand, but they lose interest.

Li Si and Meng Tian both praised Fusu for being smart. Ying Zheng wanted to see if Fusu went to Yunyang County this time and didn't want to go back to Beijing, or if he could really make a name for himself.

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The next morning, the yamen runners escorted the prisoners to work. Since it was a wasteland, it must be uneven. First of all, it must be smoothed out. After the prisoners were in place, they immediately started to work.

After Fusu came over after breakfast, he saw the prisoners working in thin prison clothes.

When the yamen runners holding bamboo whips saw Fusu, they immediately saluted respectfully. The busy prisoners looked at Fusu with a numb expression, did not kneel down, and continued to work silently.

Seeing that they were so ignorant, the yamen runners were about to whip them, but Fusu spoke out and stopped them.

Fusu said: "Test less, if it is cold weather, injury will kill people."

The leading yamen runner said indifferently: "Mr. Yao said that if he dies, he will pick someone to make up for it." Seeing Fusu silent, he added, "Young master, don't be pitiful to them. If they don't do bad things, they won't go to prison. This is what they deserve."

Fusu nodded, but after returning, he asked someone to buy a batch of winter clothes and send them to the prisoners for their work. He ordered the kitchen to cook hot rice and soup according to the slave's rules.

The yamen runners privately scoffed at Fusu's actions, and asked the inmates to stop and walk back and forth with a whip after stopping to eat, saying, "You are convinced by our young master. Don't take this for granted. You should do whatever you should do in the future. As I said, it's a waste of feeding you so much food!" As he said that, he kicked the inmate next to him, almost causing the bowl in his hand to fall to the ground.

Many people dared to be angry but not speak, and they buried their heads in silence and quickly ate.

Since they were in prison, most of their food was cold porridge and cold rice. It was impossible to eat a bite of hot rice and hot soup. It would be nice not to give them bad things. They haven't eaten too hot food for a long time!

After all, they were full and wrapped in warm winter clothes, the prisoners worked much more quickly.

They were not very grateful to Fusu, but they felt that Fusu was younger and better than others. When Fusu was older, he would definitely not be so kind.

Who would give prisoners a good meal and a warm dress?

In the evening, the yamen runners sent their winter clothes back to another village and escorted the prisoners back to prison.

In this cold weather, ordinary people don’t even want to leave, and the prisoners don’t want to work.
To be continued...