Monk Gama opened a jar of highland barley wine, poured a small cup, and put his hands together.
Although he still doesn’t know where the lions he attracted will lead to the future of this land, at least the long war that lasted for several years is finally over.
He held a wine bowl and stood on the edge of the official village of his enemy Dunyue Duoji. He dipped his middle finger in the wine and flicked it to the sky to worship the gods;
Father and brother in war.
I drank it all in one gulp and felt as if I had lost it.
He can never go back to the days of quiet practice.
There were many Han soldiers coming and going in the official village. Ga Ma looked towards the courtyard with the dungeon on the ground floor, and the hand that he stretched out every day was gone.
Dunyue Duoji's butler is imprisoned in the dungeon. The guy makes a lot of noise all day long, saying that his master will come back and cursing the passing soldiers.
Ga Ma thought to himself that that man might have been executed, which would be a pity.
Who doesn’t like loyal people?
It happened that Monk Wang was carrying a pile of books to the official village. Since this morning, Ga Ma had seen him running back and forth seven or eight times wearing new clothes and holding books.
Ga Ma shouted to him: "Monk Derge, where is the housekeeper in the dungeon?"
Hearing this disrespectful name, Monk Wang frowned and looked up, saw it was Gama, and in a blink of an eye he put on a flattering smile: "Oh, who do I think you are, the magistrate of Gama County!"
The sound of "Gazhi County" made Ga Ma doubt his life. He looked left and right, and there was no one around him. Who is Gazhi County?
Monk Wang then entered the official village. It didn't take long for him to go up to the third floor. The book in his hand had disappeared. He stepped forward and cupped his hands and said: "Gazhi County, please don't call the monk in Xia Dege from now on. I was given the name by the Grand Marshal."
, my name below is Wang De."
No matter what Wang De's name was, in Ga Ma's eyes he was still the shabby monk studying medicine in De Ge territory. He ignored these things. Ga Ma pointed downwards with his finger and asked: "Where is the housekeeper in the dungeon? Kill him?"<
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"He's still alive. If the Sichuan people hadn't saved him, how many lives would he have had to go through so hard to summon the soul of Dunyue Duoji every day in prison?"
"He had dealt with Sichuan merchants, spoke a few words of Chinese, and was sent to work as a supervisor in a Haibei quarry."
Monk Wang was beaming with joy, his smile full of happiness: "It's fine!"
Ga Ma took a breath and rubbed his chin. He looked at Wang De with doubts in his eyes. He didn't know what kind of stimulation this Dege monk had received. He was talking in an incoherent way, something was wrong.
"Why did you call me Gazhi County?"
"Oh, the county magistrate doesn't know yet?"
Monk Wang asked rhetorically, and then he said seriously: "The Generalissimo has decided that the post of Magistrate of Ma Kang County will be filled by Ga Magistrate County. Wang De, the next official, will be temporarily appointed as the Confucian instructor of Ma Kang County... The letter of appointment will be issued soon.
From now on it will be the county government."
"Zhi...zhixian?"
Before Monk Ga Ma could react, Wang De suddenly remembered something, raised his hand to ask Ga Ma to wait, and he ran downstairs in a hurry.
Seeing his disappearing figure, Ga Ma sighed helplessly.
The Derge monks really look like the Han people, and the same goes for those wearing khaki military uniforms and armor. They seem to be always in a hurry, whether arranging things or doing things, they are all so anxious that it makes people panic.
The monk from Dege ran up again, holding a scroll in his hand, said hello to Ga Ma, opened it and read: "The County Magistrate's Manual."
After Wang De read the five words, he raised his eyes to look at Ga Ma, pointed at the book and whispered: "It was written by the Grand Marshal himself, and the craftsman who printed the book was entrusted to engrave the printing plate. This is the true scripture."
Ga Ma couldn't stand Wang De's flattery, so he frowned and said nothing.
Wang De also noticed Ga Ma's contemptuous look, but he didn't care.
On the battlefield where the heavy guns were roaring, his eyes were covered by the helmet, and the gun was placed on his stomach in the darkness and made a soul-stirring loud noise - from that moment on, he knew where the true scriptures in this world were.
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"The county magistrate is the parent of a land. He must know that a county's land is a ding of money and grain. The land is the fields, mountains and rivers, which are related to tax collection; a ding is a population, and everything requires labor; money is a stock of goods, which needs to be handed over clearly upon arrival; grain is a granary.
, the people of a county all regard food as their top priority."
"The magistrate has six important tasks. One of them is to educate the people. People often break the law due to ignorance. Therefore, on the first and fifteenth day of every month, the magistrate must lead the teachers, assistants, and miscellaneous officials to the township offices, gather soldiers and civilians, and inform the marshal's office.
The orders must be explained to the people word for word without any deviation."
Ga Ma understood that this county magistrate had the same job as their previous housekeeper.
Wang Dedao: "The second is to hear judgments and judge prisons. During the three days of March, Sixth and Ninth every month, people's appeals must be accepted and the appeals must be heard and settled quickly to avoid delaying people's farming work."
Ga Ma nodded, still doing the same job as their housekeeper.
"The third is to encourage people to engage in farming. The county government selects good seeds, sends people who are proficient in farming to the countryside to guide farming, build water conservancy projects, build bridges and roads, and organize irrigation to reclaim wasteland. These are all the duties of the county magistrate. The required funds are
On the one hand, they requested funding from their superiors, and on the other hand, the magistrate asked for donations from the gentry and landlords in the county."
Here Ga Ma is a little confused. He has heard of the magistrate of the imperial court, but doesn’t know much about it.
He can do all these things, but the county magistrate is a homeless official. What are the benefits of doing these things as a homeless official?
Wang De didn't care about this. He knew all the words written by Liu Chengzong. He didn't know what they meant together, so he just read from the script: "The fourth is to collect taxes and pay grain. According to the order of the Marshal's Office, money and grain are collected every year. As the county magistrate, you must ensure that you receive the taxes."
, and at the same time, we must also be on guard against subordinate officials taxing too much and collecting too little.”
"The fifth is to provide disaster relief and famine relief. Report any incidents as soon as possible. The Generalissimo said that he will write a separate book on this matter later, so the manual doesn't say much about it. The last thing besides this... is to encourage students to learn."<
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Wang De smiled, put away the manual and said: "This is also an important task in the future."
Ga Ma sighed. It was quite worrying to say that the county magistrate was responsible for many things, so he was not very happy to accept it.
But he couldn't help but accept it, not because of Liu Chengzong's ideas, but because of the reality.
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Huang Shengxiao is stationed in Nangsuo Qianmo Palace. All the slaves in Nangqian's territory have gone to Basana to serve as soldiers. The nobles in the east are no different from commoners without their estates. The nobles in the west have become polished lords one by one. With his name
King Nangqian on the throne only has a title left.
If he is not Liu Chengzong's magistrate, he can't do anything else except go to Uzang and become a monk.
Ga Ma shook his head helplessly, asking for help, it would not be good if the reinforcements he found were too capable.
He waved his hand towards Wang De and said: "Okay, let's wait until the generalissimo comes to see me about the county magistrate's affairs. What did you do just now?"
Wang De smiled and raised his hand, pointing his thumb behind his back: "Go and see the county school. There is a manor in the east that is very well built. The nobles and their families fled to make room. It is especially suitable for the county school."
"Have you found a good place to study in the county?"
Ga Ma's mood is extremely complicated, perhaps because of the centuries-old history of chieftains. He cares about history more than many officials in the Han Dynasty, and even takes the initiative to think about his current historical position.
When the war ends, Duokang Liugang will surely be launched into a massive reform by Liu Chengzong.
Liu Chengzong is not special. This happens every time there is a change of dynasty. It is just a matter of intensity.
Gama has already seen the beginning of reform. A county in Makang has a county government and a county school, and other counties will soon have it. With Confucianism, many things will be different.
These things originally had nothing to do with Ga Ma, but history is like a forgetful old man. He is always vague about the process, but he can always remember the beginning and end clearly.
Ga Ma is the end.
He suddenly felt that being a county magistrate was not a bad thing, at least he would have the opportunity to participate in a new beginning.
Like a little lamb that has survived the wind of doom blowing through the world, it carefully explores its head towards the new world.
Wang De didn't know what Ga Ma was thinking in front of him. He was just laughing at Ga Ma - the establishment of county schools was far from fast. All township heads had already started work in the local area, and the land and population in each township were almost finished.
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Baili is different from Nangqian. Baili's territory is vast and borders Hezhou and Sichuan. The nobles and people in many places are very familiar with the Ming Dynasty officials and soldiers, especially the military discipline of the officials and soldiers.
The government and soldiers are treated very well in this land. When many people see the village team entering the vicinity of the manor, their first thought is whether they can annihilate them all.
There is no personal grudge, and it has nothing to do with avenging King Baili Dunyue Duoji. It is the intimidating power of the army.
In recent years in the northwest and southwest, many Xifan tribes were forced to rebel by border generals, and many were disgusted by officials. In short, there were many battles.
The vast majority of nobles and common people living in the hinterland of Baili have no ability to distinguish between the Lion Army and the Ming Dynasty official army. To them, they are all the same, they are the official army.
They don't know anything else, they only know that the officers and soldiers have strict military discipline.
Because the officers and soldiers have strict military discipline, they are better than them in marching and fighting.
Because of the strict military discipline, it was better than them to set fire to houses, rob property, and kidnap women in an organized manner during the war.
When seeing the army, every qualified head of the family will spontaneously want to annihilate them all.
Fortunately, the people's livelihood was in decline, and the tribal leaders, together with seven or eight officers and soldiers, wearing armor and riding tall horses, were able to defeat them, so they had to do enough psychological preparation to lose money and avoid disasters.
Who knew that these people were here to conduct a census, and told them that your child would go to school in the future.
The work was completed very smoothly and everyone was happy.
The county school site selection is, at best, just ancillary to this huge task, simple.
Monk Wang thought about this and patted his head: "I'm not talking to the magistrate of Ga County anymore. I'm going to ask Mr. Wai to learn Chinese. They all say that I can't speak Chinese well. I'm afraid I won't be able to be a lecturer."
"Wait."
Ga Ma stopped him and asked: "I haven't seen the Generalissimo in the past two days. Have you returned to Nangqian?"
"Yes, but I will be back soon. The generalissimo's teacher came from the north and fell ill in Nangqian. The generalissimo went to see him."
Yang Dingrui came from Juerwan and fell ill in Nangqian, which made Liu Chengzong very worried. However, by the time he ran back to Nangqian in a hurry, Yang Dingrui had recovered as before under the treatment of the mute Daiben Awang.
When he found out the reason for his illness, Liu Shizi laughed angrily.
Based on Liu Chengzong's experience, the likelihood of falling ill if they take the route they took south is very low. The chance of falling ill if they take the route from Sichuan is higher, after all, the slope there is not gentle.
That's why Liu Chengzong felt strange that nothing happened to his soldiers while fighting here, but Yang Dingrui came over easily and fell ill instead?
The reason why Yang Dingrui fell ill is very simple, two points.
First, this is Nangqian with a very high altitude; second, Yang Dingrui has a small hobby, mountain climbing.
To put it bluntly, I did it myself.
In the manor by the Zaqu River, Yang Dingrui was wrapped in a fur robe, shaking his head and smiling bitterly: "I heard that the war was over, and said that you might need help here. Who knew that I would give you some trouble first?"
Liu Chengzong waved his hand. He only found this matter funny and said: "I was really shocked when I heard the news. Fortunately, there was no danger. I hope your husband is in good health."
Yang Dingrui laughed, then changed his tone and said: "The news of the victory in the south spread to Juerwan. Not only are we excited, but all the tribes in the sea are also excited. How about it, have you thought of a name for the mansion?" p>
"Name of the mansion?"
Liu Chengzong was stunned for a moment: "I am only planning to establish seven counties and set up prefectures... Why are the tribes around the sea so excited?"
It's not that he hasn't thought that far ahead, it's mainly because he doesn't understand the structure of prefecture-level administrative units. As for prefectures, for the time being, he just thought of his own Qinghai Marshal's Mansion.
"They are afraid that the market will not be able to open after the defeat, so they still want to set up a government."
Yang Dingrui raised three fingers and said: "My Fourth Master and I have discussed that at the moment, we can set up three mansions from north to south. The northernmost one can be called Xining Mansion, starting from Xining City in the east, Daguidan in the west, and Qilian Mountain in the north.
, south to Chaka Salt Lake...the main direction is to swallow up Ganzhou and Liangzhou."
"The southernmost one is the seven counties you captured. It connects Sichuan on one side and blocks Uzang on the other. It is also a good place."
Yang Dingrui said: "With these two prefectures settled, only Huang Nanguoluo, which is controlled by the Western Fans and Tatars, has no opponents who can be our enemies. It is only a matter of time before we can win over and cannibalize them."
"These three prefectures are connected in a line and command hundreds of thousands of people. This is the foundation of the generalissimo."
The blueprint drawn by the teacher was quite beautiful, but Liu Chengzong was a little depressed. He could never show his pressure in front of his generals, and always looked like he was sure of victory. When he saw Yang Dingrui, he suddenly felt a little tired.
He shook his head and said: "I am very poor, sir. I am worried about this matter now. Let's just say that in these seven counties, the three kingdoms of Nangqian, Baili and Lincong, I roughly estimate that there are 200,000 people.
It is urgent to govern, disperse the garrison, and pay the sergeants, but this place cannot even afford to pay."
Yang Dingrui's eyes widened: "How is that possible?"
Liu Chengzong smiled bitterly and spread his hands helplessly: "You can use the same stuff as the aristocrats to raise soldiers, but that's too... I want to make a little progress, but if the tax increases after the land is equalized in the Han Dynasty, the land can be equalized according to the production capacity here.
I’m afraid I won’t be able to collect much money in the future.”
After that, he asked Yang Dingrui: "Sir, do you think it is better to pay sergeants with silver or lion tickets?"
Yang Dingrui listened quietly, shook his head and suddenly became happy: "It seems that the Qinghai Generalissimo has a big misunderstanding about progress. It seems that I have come to the right place. Lion tickets are available in Xining Prefecture, but it is more difficult in the south. If you plan to use
It’s not impossible, just be prepared for the people to pay taxes and you to pay a bunch of lion stamps.”
"As for the silver, I will take care of it. You don't have to worry. What is progress? Even the methods of robbery have improved. Just this... The generalissimo should give this mansion a name first."
Liu Chengzong was not in a hurry to refute, he just said: "Then let's call it Kangning Mansion, Kang District is peaceful."
"Okay, just for this Kangning Mansion, the Generalissimo thinks this place is too poor. The population is wealth."
Yang Dingruixin picked it up and counted it with his fingers: "Twenty thousand people, six thousand tons of salt a year, according to the official salt price, 159,600 taels of silver, and the army pays them, there is absolutely no problem."