Ni Heng sat openly on the hillside and chatted with a few herders. A few children ran away, and the cheerful laughter echoed in the valley. A young Qiang girl sat aside, twisting her hands. Oxtail, while listening to Ni Heng and the others' chat, he peeked at Ni Heng from time to time.
There was a newspaper that had just been received by Ni Heng, with a bold title printed on it.
Who is the people?
"Mr. Ni, are you scholars in Guandong really not treating poor people as humans?" A young man from Qiang scratched his head, feeling incredible.
Ni Heng corrected: "It's just that they don't treat them as people, there's no treating them as human beings."
The Qiang boy said "Oh" and showed a hint of doubt. "Isn't this person the same thing as the people? Aren't the poor the poor the poor? Isn't these the poor the poor the poor? Is this so clear, are you scholars in Guandong full? Is there anything to do?"
"Shut up!" the Qiang girl shouted, "Don't talk to Ni Jun like this."
The young man laughed twice and stood up. "Jun Ni, I read a little and don't understand the difference between people and people. I only know that it's good to travel to the fields. Look at Yang Fujun in Hanyang, my family has its own pasture. , life is getting better and better. My sister wants to weave dust tails for you, and there are the best ox tails that are easy to use. I can save money and get married and have children in a few years. These are all given by the emperor's edict. If the emperor wants to send troops to conquer Guandong, I will be the first to sign up for the election."
"Okay, okay, shut your mouth and hurry up and check out the flock of sheep." The Qiang girl shouted.
"I understand." The boy blinked his eyes, bowed to Ni Heng, jumped onto the horse beside him, and ran away.
He sang a song about the Qiang people, an ancient song praising the ancestor of the Qiang people, Yan Emperor, which was high and passionate.
Several other Qiang people also stood up one after another, said goodbye to Ni Heng, caught up with the boy, and joined the chorus.
"The sky is endless and there is Kunlun. I climb Kunlun and see the Queen Mother..."
"The Queen Mother gave me a child, and I regarded the child as the king..."
"A innocent child is the king and caresses all the people, and the people are surging and the ridges are all over the mountain..."
Ni Heng looked at the agile figure who was leaving, but what echoed in his ears was the words of the boy.
If the emperor sends troops to conquer Guandong, I will be the first to sign up for the election.
He knew very well that this was not just empty words, and it was not the first time he had heard it. As for Hanyang, these people who had obtained the land, regardless of Han and Qiang, were grateful to the court from the heart.
If anyone objected to Du Tian, it was their enemy, and they would take up their weapons without hesitation and gather under the emperor's battle banner.
Compared with the current Bingliang army, these growing teenagers are more loyal to the emperor. When they mention the emperor, the light in their eyes will not deceive people.
Many people even compared the emperor with the legendary innocent child, thinking that this was the king given to them by the gods.
When Shandong scholars and officials were fighting with the court, the people of Liangzhou were firmly standing on the side of the emperor. As long as the emperor issued an edict, thousands of young men in Liangzhou would take the battle on horseback.
However, many scholars and officials were not aware of this. They thought they still had the opportunity to discuss the pros and cons with the emperor, but they didn't know that they were sitting on the pile of firewood and playing with fire.
Many of them have never been to Liangzhou, and I don’t know what changes have happened in Liangzhou in recent years.
Ni Heng sighed, stood up, patted the ashes on his butt.
"Are you going to leave?" The Qiang girl accelerated her speed, tied the last few thin ropes, tied them up, and bit off the rope head with her snow-white and neat teeth.
She stood up and handed Ni Heng the newly completed dust tail. "There is nothing to give. I'll give this dust tail to Ni Jun to drive away mosquitoes."
Ni Heng took it and shook it gently. "Thank you, Shaojun, I will take this dust tail to Chang'an and drive away all the buzzing mosquitoes."
A trace of disappointment flashed in the Qiang girl's eyes and said with a forced smile: "Then I wish you a smooth journey and a successful journey."
"Thank you." Ni Heng returned the favor, turned over and jumped onto the mount, shook the reins of the horse, and rushed away.
The Qiang girl looked at his back, sighed quietly, bent down and picked up the newspaper on the ground, and read it word by word.
"Who is the people?"
Back at the prefect's mansion, Ni Heng turned over and dismounted and threw the reins to the guards who came up.
"Is the Duke here?"
"Here, let's go to see him the next time I come back."
Ni Heng had already stepped on the stairs and heard this sentence and turned back. "What happened?"
"It's nothing. The stakeholders from each county have arrived and are reporting here. The Lord of the Mansion wants you to listen together."
"So fast?" Ni Heng was surprised.
Usually, the pre-project plan starts at the end of August, and the county usually has to be delayed until late September or even mid-October. It is less than August yet, so how can there be a pre-project plan?
Ni Heng walked in while guessing.
The plan in advance may be related to the situation in Chang'an. In order to prove that the land is beneficial and support the court's decision, it is entirely possible for Yang Xiu to choose to plan in advance.
When he quickly walked to the atrium, Ni Heng saw a young official speaking with a very intense tone.
"At the time, the imperial court ordered that no matter Han and Qiang, children could be given priority to enrolling in schools as long as they could meet the standards. Then I couldn't understand. Now that each county is going to establish a county school, why should I arrange it in the end? It's me The farthest from the county seat is because I, the Han people are few and Qiang people are not considered humans?”
Wang Wei, the county magistrate who was opposite him, quickly stood up and waved his hand and said, "Zi Wen, the words are serious, don't think so. The prefect's mansion definitely has no such thoughts. The mansion does not have, nor does we have. The Han and Qiang are one. , This is the national policy that the emperor has set, and no one dares to violate it. Besides, in the two years since the implementation of the new policy in Hanyang, the Han and Qiang people got along well, with fewer battles and more intermarriages, which is something that everyone can see. At this time, Han and Qiang people were mentioned. If there is a difference, wouldn’t it be against the trend?”
The middle-aged official refused to give up and directly interrupted Wang Wei. "Then tell me why the county school in my dynasty has been unable to be established?"
"The speed of construction of county schools is related to money and grain. Without money and grain, there will be no enough teachers and cannot recruit all children to enroll. Ji County is built quickly because Ji County is willing to pay. Warriors are built quickly because the warriors are built quickly because With Muyuan support, you can afford to hire a sir. You said that no one is willing to pay, so you just wait for the county to give it money, so you will naturally be slower. It is not that the county refuses to send teachers, but that the teacher refuses to go."
The young official glared. "I said why I didn't have money? Isn't it because the general emptied me when he conquered Song Jian? Now that Song Jian has been awarded the title of head, the general has been transferred to Guandong. The governor's office does not recognize it, and the governor's office is the prefect The mansion did not recognize it, so I could only carry it on my back.”
Wang Wei spread his hands and was helpless. "This order was not issued by the prefect's office, so there is no reason why the county will bear it."
"Then I don't care." The young official shook his sleeves. "My mission this time is to build the county school before the end of the year, so that it will be easier to enter the school as soon as the spring next year. If the prefect's mansion does not care, I will go to Chang'an and report the imperial examination. , please send a few doctors to come."
Wang Wei turned to Yang Xiu helplessly.
Yang Xiu was about to speak, but when he saw Ni Heng coming in, he waved and called Ni Heng to his side. Ni Heng took his seat and approached Yang Xiu.
"Who is this? So reckless?"
"Pang Rou Pang Ziwen." Yang Xiu whispered: "Zhengping, save me urgently, go to Fengdao to be a teacher for a year, how about it?"