Zhao Xiaole wrote six big characters with his pen. When he was about to start later, he looked at the first six characters, sighed, and put down the brush in his hand.
"If I write like this, how can others understand it?"
He was a scumbag in his previous life.
After time travel, he was still a bad student.
I can't even understand the words I wrote.
Below are a bunch of rough guys who serve as soldiers.
Not many can write.
The writing of Marquis Zhen Guo is too ugly and he doesn’t want too many people to know.
After thinking about it, Zhao Xiaole called Angel over. She had stayed in Jin for a long time and knew a lot of things.
As soon as Angel came in, he asked:
"Can you write Chinese characters?"
"So what if it does? So what if it doesn't?"
Angel's eyes were a little unhappy.
"If you can write, you can work as a secretary for me in the future, and you will be spared the work of warming the bed and giving massages. How about that?"
Zhao Xiaole induces step by step.
Angel's eyes were full of confusion and he asked: "What is a secretary?"
Zhao Xiaole looked at her and chuckled: "She is responsible for writing letters to me and getting documents."
Angel doesn't quite understand.
The job is too easy.
Would Zhao Xiaole be so kind?
His next words made Angel blush, "Also, there is a special requirement to be a secretary. You have to wear a tight short skirt that cannot go above the knees. The clothes are naturally...?"
Angel is about to have a seizure.
Zhao Xiaole hurriedly changed his words: "There is no rush in this matter. Let's take our time. You can just do your current job first."
He stood up and gave his seat to Angel.
Angel glanced at him bitterly, and Zhao Xiaole assumed a humble posture again. She felt inexplicably soft and went over to sit down.
He picked up his pen and said, "Come on, what should I write?"
Zhao Xiaole nodded and read out his reform plan.
He read it, and Angel wrote it.
Angel's handwriting was very neat and beautiful. Zhao Xiaole was satisfied with it. Angel suddenly raised his head and met Zhao Xiaole's gaze.
Zhao Xiaole was stunned, "What's wrong?"
Angel put down his pen and said: "Zhao Xiaole, are you crazy? Take the land as state-owned? Distribute it to civilians? You are robbing!"
Zhao Xiaole sneered, "The land belongs to everyone in the world, whose name is written somewhere?"
"If anyone objects, I will kill him."
He spoke in a certain tone, and Angel had no need to refute. He sighed, picked up the pen again, and continued writing.
An hour later.
The land reform plan is out.
Zhao Xiaole reviewed it and found that there were no problems.
The first step in land reform is to statistically measure land.
The task was posted on the same day.
An embarrassing situation arose, and Zhao Xiaole could not find anyone to execute it.
All the officials who can leave Xiaoliang City have left.
Most of the cities in the north are like this.
The officials were inseparable from Zhao Heng and Xin Rulong.
After the Yue people came and killed them, they took advantage of their privileges and left first with their families.
Some went to the capital and became officials in the imperial court with the help of Xin Rulong's connections.
The North has no money, no officials, nothing.
Zhao Xiaole must start from scratch.
The first notice he sent out was not to survey the land, but to select officials first.
Recruitment is open to all people.
"Do you know the words?" asked the recruiter.
"The villain doesn't recognize it."
The common people who applied for officials replied.
"I don't know, what are you doing here?" The big-headed soldier was slightly annoyed, and he knocked on the notice board beside him and shouted:
"Don't you see what's written on it? If you're illiterate, don't disturb me!"
The common man smiled apologetically and said, "Master Bing, if you don't know the writing, how can you know what's written on it?"
The people around him shook their heads and left with sighs.
After Qi Wensou arrived at Xiaoliang City, he saw this scene. He looked at it for a while, smiled and shook his head.
"Wonderful man, wonderful man!"
"What a great marquis of Zhenguo, he is truly a wonderful person!"
Zhao Xiaole agreed to meet him.
Qi Wensou did not go to see Zhao Xiaole first. He walked along the street and looked at the style of Xiaoliang City.
As a lobbyist.
Before persuading others, you must understand your enemy's weaknesses.
Observation is very important.
He observed as he walked and made sure that his statement was correct. Zhao Xiaole did not have the capital to fight for a long time.
"If you can't even elect officials, why fight?"
"Hahaha……"
Qi Wensou's appearance attracted the attention of the guards standing on the street.
Zhao Xiaole is their coach.
Some people laughed at Zhao Xiaole.
Of course the soldiers were not happy.
A guard in Jinyi stepped forward, blocked Qi Wensou's way, grabbed him by the collar and shouted:
"Old guy, what did you just say?"
"What does the Marquis do that you can chew on?"
Qi Wensou didn't panic, and looked at the person in front of him with a smile on his face, "Feiyu suit, embroidered spring knife."
"It turns out to be Jin Yiwei!"
"Aren't you the lackeys of the imperial court? When did you become the lackeys of the Marquis of Zhen Guo?"
Jin Yiwei was furious when he heard this, and shouted: "Old man, you're looking for death on horseback, right? I'll beat you to death right now."
He reached out and hit Qi Wensou on the face.
Qi Wensou laughed and leaned up, his posture becoming slimy. Jin Yiwei grabbed his hand by the collar, but somehow he got rid of it?
One slap takes the time away.
Qi Wensou straightened up and laughed loudly: "Good fight, good fight, you can beat the old man. The old man is your father."
"I can't, the old man is your great-father."
Jin Yiwei was furious. He was a good player, but he was humiliated by an old man. He couldn't swallow this feeling in his heart.
He took several shots in succession, but the old man easily dodged them.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the old man is playing tricks on him.
He couldn't even touch the old man's clothes.
A choking sound.
The Jin Yiwei pulled out his Xiuchundao and called to his other companions, "This person's identity is extraordinary. Take it back for questioning."
The other Jinyi guards had been on guard for a long time and had already surrounded the old man. The embroidered spring knives came out of their bodies one after another. "I'm afraid this man is not a spy. How can he have such great martial arts?"
"Come together!"
The Jin Yiwei rushed forward with a roar, their swords radiating in all directions, covering the old man.
The old man looked solemn, nodded and said: "Okay, okay, great, I'll come and learn from you all about your clever tricks."
He pressed his knees and raised his body like a floating cloud. He flipped back leisurely and dodged the blade at the critical moment.
The old man fell out of the field like a leaf, and then turned into a black shadow and flashed into the field.
Before the Jin Yiwei could react, the old man came closer. His shoulders shook and he knocked one of the Jin Yiwei away from behind.
Then he bullied himself to another person, raised his knee and knocked the person over.
In an instant, the two imperial guards fell to the ground.
The old man used his body skills again to attack others. His shoulders, elbows, knees and wrists were all weapons, and he was so fast that the Jin Yiwei had no power to fight back.
Not long after, Jin Yiwei was lying on the ground without standing still.
Qi Wensou looked at the wailing Jin Yiwei on the ground, sneered, turned and walked towards the center of the city, as if there was no one around.
