An actor wearing a general costume stood struttingly on the side of the avenue. This unexpected appearance attracted the attention of passers-by, "Here's free sugar water."
Pang Ding shouted from behind a tea stall, and the farmers who heard it came over one after another. They were also doubtful, especially since Pang Ding was wearing the uniform of a government servant. These farmers had been tricked by the servants, and they didn't know what the mystery was in this bowl of water.
However, sugar at this time is very expensive, and ordinary people may not be able to eat it once a year, but it is still quite tempting.
A group of five or six farmers who were singled out approached and the leader asked Pounding, "Is it true that you don't get money for this water?"
"I really won't give it. Mr. Yang said that the people have to work hard to pay for food. The Yamen will provide money to provide everyone with some sugar water. No matter whether they come to recruit or not, they will have sugar water to drink."
"You won't give any copper coins either?"
Pang Ding glanced at the man and said, "I won't give you any money. If you don't drink, get out of the way."
There is also a strong class recruitment office approved by the county magistrate Mr. Yang next to it, so don’t stand in the way of the applicants."
The farmers brought sugar water and listened to the recruitment next to them while drinking.
"We are recruiting strong-duty service officers by order of the county magistrate. We will not recruit them until the number of people is full." Upon hearing the word "tolerance service," several farmers immediately turned their heads.
Jiang Fan waited for them to bring the water. These farmers usually didn't want to finish it in a few sips. They enjoyed the sweetness. Since the bowls couldn't be taken away, they had to stand at the recruitment point. The time in between was Jiang Fan's advertising time.
, he shouted loudly, "By the order of the magistrate, we are recruiting the heroes of Tongcheng to join the strong squad. The leader of the strong squad is Pang Bantou, who single-handedly destroyed Yunji Temple. He is an incredible hero. Even the emperor has heard of his name.
As Pantou Pang protects the country and the people, he is respected by the people, and he still has one tael of labor and food silver every month. One tael a month, which is twelve taels a year. There is no deduction or shortage. If he has the merit of arresting and quelling the chaos,
There is also another reward.”
"Twelve taels?"
Several farmers gathered around Jiang Fan, "Master, do you think you are on official business?"
"Exactly, as long as you pass the selection, you can also work as tolerance workers. You will get twelve taels of silver for work and food every year. Think about it for yourself. You may not be able to get twelve taels of silver after working hard in the soil for a year. Do you want to go and choose?
If I am chosen, I will be a public official."
Several farmers were only slightly excited when they heard the twelve taels of silver. When they heard that the official, who was a public servant, his eyes suddenly lit up. Several people threw their bowls and wanted to go over. Jiang Fan hurriedly stopped him and said, "Go one by one.
"
The farmers discussed for a while and sent one to go first. Others gathered around Jiang Fan and continued to inquire. Jiang Fan wanted this effect. The recruitment point should be lively and popular, so as to attract other farmers to come.
Sure enough, after a while, several people gathered around the recruitment point. Some farmers did not sell any grain, so they lined up outside to wait for selection.
According to Jiang Fan's initial prediction, not many people would apply for the job at first, because farmers were skeptical of government officials.
Unexpectedly, there were so many farmers willing to serve as official servants.
There were more and more people, and some who came later couldn't wait for the sugar water and started making noise outside, while those in front stood randomly in the street, filling the wide Nanmen Street with water.
Jiang Fan had no choice but to call out to the two quickies next to him, yelling and cursing all the way along the street, asking those waiting to make way.
The noisy sounds outside were heard at the interview point at the back. Pang Yu sat behind the desk, unaffected by the outside world at all.
"Where are you from?"
"In return, Mr. Guan, I'm from Zilai Street in Chengxiang."
Pang Yu raised his head, with a familiar feeling and a smooth and flattering smile. If he was recruiting a fast class, he might consider it.
"Leave your name and address. If we want to recruit you, someone will naturally inform you."
The man still wanted to work hard, so Pang Yu would not give him a chance. He waved directly to the back and said, "Call the next one to prepare."
Seeing that Pang Yu was resolute, the man left his name and address with the writer of the record, then saluted knowingly and left. Pang Yu said to the writer of the record, "I marked this just now, it is suitable for quick work to deal with disputes in the market."
After saying this, without waiting for the writer to finish marking, he called the next one in.
"Where are you from?"
"I am a porter from Nanmen, from my hometown of Kongcheng Town."
This time it was a strong porter, but he could only please Pang Yu but had no fear. It was obvious that he had been making a living as a porter in the city for quite some time.
Pang Yu touched his chin and asked, "Are you applying because you want to be a businessman?"
"Exactly, I also want to ask my father-in-law, if I become an official of this strong class, I can also go to the countryside to compare money and food, and I can go to the streets to do and buy things. I give gifts to many shops in the city.
Goods, which store sells what, I know better than Qingpi, and I will definitely be able to help my father-in-law handle the matter properly."
"Well, leave your name and address and go back and wait for the letter."
The porter was a little stunned and hadn't said anything yet, but Pang Yu was as determined as ever, so the porter had no choice but to leave his name and address and leave.
"Mark him as being in the market category, especially if he is physically strong, so that he can be classified easily."
Pang Yu rubbed his forehead. He didn't want every recruitment to be just to recruit specific people. He also hoped that every job would be accumulated. If he went back to this recruitment fair, he could at least establish a simple human resources database.
Another applicant came forward.
"Where are you from?"
"Dongxiang Liushuli."
Pang Yu raised his head and glanced at a frightened farmer. He was shirtless and tanned. Although it was autumn, his body was covered with sweat. When he looked at Pang Yu, his eyes were a little evasive.
Pang Yu knew the location of Liushuli quite well. Because of the autumn tax collection, Tang Weimin still reserved two cash boxes for him. One of them was Liushuli, which was seven or eight miles away from the county seat.
Pang Yu looked at it carefully and realized that this was the target group for his recruitment this time.
"Where's the pick?"
The farmer pointed to the side carefully, and Pang Yu looked over. He saw that the grains weighed more than a hundred pounds. Recently, the grain stores only collected them in shells, so they could be stored longer.
But this kind of rice with husks, which weighs more than 100 kilograms, can't be sold for much money. When buying it, the grain store will also check whether it has been dried in the sun. If the humidity is relatively high, the price will be lower.
This farmer would never pay more than five denarii for a trip.
Ruan Jin in the middle nodded to Pang Yu, confirming that the farmer was chosen by himself.
Carrying a weight of more than 100 kilograms and walking a distance of more than five miles are Pang Yu's qualification standards, although he can't do it himself.
According to his observations some time ago, there are still many people in rural areas who meet this condition. Sometimes Pang Yu really can't understand why he has trouble walking ten meters while carrying a hundred kilograms, but these people can walk more than ten miles, and everyone knows
They are all the same people.
"Name, age, where do you live in Dongxiang."
"Zhuang Chaozheng, 21 years old, lives in Dayuan Village, Dongxiangli. The local name is Zhucaoba. If you ask there, you will know it. Let's start with the official..." "You don't have to tell me what I'm asking if I didn't ask about it."
What's the answer? The chief, the book, and the silver head's name."
"Chief Zhang Lu..."...Pang Yu rubbed his sore shoulders. There were not many people lining up outside, so he waved to Ruan Jin.
When Ruan Jin came to the front, Pang Yu gave up his seat and said, "Ruan Jin, come and sit here."
Ruan Jin pointed at himself in surprise, "I, but I don't know how to choose people, should I let Jiang Fan do it?"
Pang Yu hesitated for a moment, and then said firmly to Ruan Jin, "If I let you choose, you can choose. Jiang Fan has his own things to do."
"That squad leader, you..." "I have to go to He Xianya in Dongzuomen. I came over just now and said that there are many people waiting to be selected there."
After Pang Yu finished speaking, he flipped through the roster and said, "Only twenty-three people have been selected from the south gate. This is just an audition. If you are re-selected, you will all have to visit your home. They must be from good families."
"Then do you want to be a resident?"
"Go to the village chief and ask if there are any bad deeds, but don't ask them to give you a guarantee, otherwise these residents will pluck their feathers and ask for benefits before giving the guarantee."
Ruan Jin saw that Pang Yu was about to leave, so he quickly asked, "Will we come to recruit again tomorrow? Does the class leader have to wait for 192 people to be recruited before starting training?"
Pang Yu shook his head and said, "If I don't tell you to stop, you just keep on attacking.
As soon as the first batch reaches fifty people, I will start training, and the rest will be supplementary and elimination. The recruitment point will be fixed in the future. Applicants will be accepted all year round. As long as there are better ones, the worse ones will be eliminated.
It is always needed.”
When Pang Yu walked away, the book writer next to him came over and asked Ruan Jin, "How do our class leaders train those bumpkins in the strong class?"
Ruan Jin scratched his head, "The squad leader must have a goose feather fan. With a wave of it, the bumpkin will rush to kill him. Kill! Kill! Kill!"
...The main buildings in Ye Can's old residence at the south gate were destroyed by fire during the civil unrest, but the residences of large families were relatively scattered, and some of the wing rooms and servants' rooms were not burned down.
Tongcheng's brand-new Zhuangban was stationed in this courtyard. It took Pang Yu five days of hard work to reach fifty farmers who had passed the exam and reported to the county seat.
Many farmers were excited at the time, but after thinking about it after returning home, many did not come.
Pang Yu naturally accepted this situation. Although this was a strong class, it was not a recruiting class, and the Dingkou who joined the crowd did not mean anything to him.
The first class was founded, and everything was missing.
Pang Yu did not have enough space, uniforms, barracks, and soldiers. The only support from the county government was that Tang Weimin had allocated half a year's labor and food silver in advance, which was 250 taels.
Of course, more than two hundred taels were not enough, so we had to order some clothes and tents first. Ruan Dacheng came forward to get the Ye family house.
He and Ye Can are poetry friends, and Ye Can appreciates the talent of this fellow countryman, and later wrote a preface to Ruan Dacheng's collection of poems "Yong Huaitang Collection".
Because of the close relationship between the two, Ruan Dacheng sent a letter to Anqing to ask Ye Can for the old house to Pang Yu. Only then did Zhuang Ban solve the problem of the barracks.
At this time, there were fifty new Zhuangban members scattered in the Yejia West Garden.
Ruan Jin and Jiang Fan painted vertical rows of lime paintings in front.
Today is the first day of gathering for the strong class. Pang Yu built a wooden platform at the north end of the West Garden and is standing on the platform holding the roster of the strong class.
Among these people were forty-three farmers, three porters, a groom, two stonemasons, and a pig-butcher apprentice.
There was a burst of noise in the garden. Pang Yu looked up and saw two farmers laughing and playing. They seemed to be from the same village. Others were cheering and watching the fun.
"Team leader, do you want me to come over and discipline you?"
Pang Yu shook his head at Ruan Jin and looked at the roster again. There were only two groups of people from the same village, a total of five people. The others were from different villages. Although there were many from the same village, in Tongcheng, this kind of relationship with the same village
It's not very intimate.
"Let them form a team! Five rows and ten columns."
Pang Yu put away the roster and placed it on a small folding square table on the stage.
Ruan Jin raised his waist knife and shouted to the courtyard, "Everyone, stand up and line up along the white line."
Some heard it and stood over here, others were chatting to themselves, and some watched the two people fight.
Ruan Jin was furious, so he went over with a sword and slapped it randomly with the scabbard. Then those people moved closer to the stage, while those further away were still dragging their feet.
There were ten white lines in front of the stage, but those people didn't know how to line up. Ruan Jin, Jiang Fan, He Xianya and others had no choice but to pull and position themselves one by one. The people behind saw that Ruan Jin didn't urge them, so they stopped in place or squatted.
Or sit.
Pang Yu kept watching from the stage without making any comments.
After finally getting most of the people in position, the people behind saw that they could no longer delay, so they reluctantly walked towards the white line.
The last person walking was a farmer. He was about thirty years old. He walked slowly and seemed to be in no hurry. He was about to enter the last white line.
"Take that man."
Pang Yu pointed at the man.
Ruan Jin immediately rushed into the crowd with Xu Lengzi and dragged the man out. The man didn't know what he had done and was shouting loudly.
Pang Yu said calmly, "If you respond perfunctorily to the commander's order, you will be beaten with thirty sticks!"
The quick team was very skilled in this business. They quickly took off the man's pants. Xu Lengzi used his whistle stick and beat him randomly. The west garden was filled with the man's screams.
The scattered crowd was suddenly filled with panic. Most of these people did not know each other. They were suddenly frightened in an unfamiliar environment and did not know what to do.
The thirty sticks were beaten quickly, and the farmer's buttocks were bloody and bloody. Everyone was in shock. Two more quick hands came in carrying a box of things. They fell on the wooden platform with a crash. There was indeed a pile of white silver, and then two more
Someone brought in a large pot of roasted meat.
Seeing silver in their eyes, smelling meat in their noses, and having just been frightened, more than forty people were already in a trance.
"Tongcheng Zhuangban has money and meat to eat, but not everyone can get into it.
If you want to get money, you must follow the rules of Zhuangban. The first rule I will teach you today is discipline!"
Pang Yu looked at the audience and said coldly, "From now on, everyone is standing still. I didn't say disband. Anyone who dares to move will be punished with fifty military sticks."
As soon as the words came out, all the people below made a hissing sound.
However, they didn't even dare to turn their heads. They could only move their eyes with their eyes to see how other people around them were doing. The confusion just now was gone.
Pang Yu stopped talking and stood silently on the stage.
When he did this, the people in the fast class did not dare to move anymore, because Pang Yu did not say that it was only the strong class. If the fast class was also included, wouldn't they be sent up to the class leader for a beating?
Ruan Jin didn't care too much. According to his opinion, if the class leader wanted to show off his power, he would have to stand for about a quarter of an hour.
Time passed slowly, and after a quarter of an hour, Pang Yu was still standing where he was. The West Garden was quiet, and everyone was like a wooden sculpture. No one dared to move, and no one dared to speak.
Because if you beat him with fifty sticks, he would probably die.
Soon half an hour passed, Ruan Jin's body became a little stiff, and many people in the field were already shaking a little. Ruan Jin began to mutter in his heart that the training method of the class leader was too different from the goose feather fan.
Pang Yu still stood motionless, looking at the people in the audience with his eyes.
Another quarter of an hour later, Pang Yu still had no intention of stopping. In the unbearable silence, dense beads of sweat began to appear on Ruan Jin's forehead.