Liu Xiang guessed what was going on in the Han Palace and then put it behind him. It had nothing to do with him. He was not qualified to go into that kind of muddy water.
Hiding in Youzhou and developing with peace of mind is the right way.
It is now the eleventh month of the lunar calendar, no, the correct term is the eleventh month of the Qianxiang calendar. The calendar compiled by the sage Liu Hong has been promoted in Youzhou. Due to the reason of personal worship, there is no resistance at all to the calendar Liu Xiang called for promotion.
, the scribe went to the countryside to explain it for a year and a half, and the matter was completed.
All the 165 scribes who completed this task were promoted and assigned to various county offices, either as clerks or planners, which greatly supplemented the vacancies of grassroots officials, and retired veterans supplemented the cadres.
, Youxiu, Qiangfu and other positions, officials at the township and county levels only lack some county magistrates, county magistrates, and county lieutenants.
Liu Xiang has been seeking talents among the people for more than three years. Many children from poor and poor families are attached to him. After being selected and recruited as scribes, his character and ability will be examined. The outstanding ones will naturally stand out. Some of them will be placed in various government offices, and some will be sent to the army.
Serve as a meritorious officer and record affairs.
He was both civil and military, and his performance was excellent and he was admitted to the pro-army cavalry.
It has been three years and seven months since Tiqi was established. The establishment has been expanded to 8,000 people, 5,000 for open patrols and 3,000 for covert inspections. Internal monitoring and external investigation are becoming more and more impressive. This is his
A great help in controlling Youzhou.
The fly in the ointment is that there is a lack of a person who can coordinate supervision and be trusted by him. He must be resourceful, thoughtful, and responsive. Finally, he must be cautious in his words and deeds and be low-key. Such talents are hard to find. Take your time.
Well, this position belongs to Ning Que's mother.
Liu Xiang yawned. He was a little bored in the Nuan Pavilion. He found that he had nothing to do today.
It is not yet the season for farming, the burning of wasteland has been completed, and all projects have been stopped. The mines and workshops are proceeding step by step. Although there are many hard labor, there is also a lot of supervision. There is also the law of formation and continuous sitting, so all the hard labor camps are quite stable.
The armies returned to their respective base camps, and the states were in chaos, Jizhou was weak, Xianbei was divided, Fuyu, Lelang, and Goguryeo were fearful of being beaten by the Anping army, and the Wuhuan people were counting the days to calculate when they would become Han people.
All around, no one was looking for trouble.
It’s November, the harsh winter has arrived, and it’s the time of cat winter.
I am bored!
Liu Xiang felt uncomfortable without tormenting, and he felt uncomfortable. He had never been idle since he came to the Han Dynasty.
He hugged the little black cat playing next to him. This little guy was only more than three months old, less than a foot long including the tail, and his hair was a little fluffy. It must be that the nipple hair has not gone out. People in the Han Dynasty called this
A black cat without stray hair is called a black cat, which is an auspicious animal. It is believed that it can control the house and ward off evil spirits.
Liu Xiang thinks it can only act cute and probably can't even catch mice.
This was given to Cai Yan by Yuan Huan's wife, Xunshi. Unfortunately, Miss Zhaoji didn't know how to feed a kitten. She almost starved to death by making pancakes in rice soup all day long.
He really couldn't bear it anymore, so he ordered people to find goat milk, cook lean meat, tear it into shreds and feed it, and then he came back to life. From then on, he was especially attached to Liu Xiang, following him wherever he went. Cai Yan was extremely envious of him.
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After playing with the little black cat for a while, I still felt bored.
"Zilong, Dianwei, come with me to go out and see the people in Zhuo County."
Before Zhao Yun and Dian Wei responded, Zhao Jing advised: "My lord, we are both in Maodong. I'm afraid I can't see you. It's too cold outside. Don't freeze your body."
Liu Xiang said nonchalantly: "Winter wars don't happen once or twice. You can get cold even if you go out for a walk. How can you be so delicate?"
"My lord eats too little and his body is weak. It's better to pay more attention." Zhao Jing is Liu Xiang's subordinate. In his impression, his lord is still the frail sixteen-year-old boy. If something goes wrong,
There will be no one to take him to the heaven with him.
Liu Xiang rolled his eyes: "I can't feed so many people with your appetite."
But Zhao Jing was right. The weather was indeed too cold. It was catching up with the cold wave. It was freezing outside. Liu Xiang felt that it was minus 20 degrees. There might really be no one walking on the street. Fortunately, briquettes were promoted last year.
, the price is cheaper, and it is more resistant to burning than firewood. Most people approve of it, and it is estimated that many people will freeze to death.
This was the case during the Han Dynasty. The people had little food and clothing, and there were no measures to keep out the cold in winter. Every severe winter was a test, and every winter the population would decrease.
Therefore, the Spring Festival is the most solemn festival, because spring is coming and the hope of survival is at hand.
But now Youzhou is different. There are underground cellars and adobe houses to keep out the cold. There are honeycomb briquettes, fire walls, and fire pits for heating. There is food in the stomach, jackets on the body, vegetables in the cellar, and grain in the store. From time to time, it can still be restored.
Eat a piece of salted fish to improve your diet.
If someone freezes to death like this, it’s God’s fault. No one can blame him.
This kind of good life has never been heard of in several lifetimes. It is all thanks to the general. This is a great kindness. You must be grateful. The old people in Youzhou kept chanting such words. They know how to do this.
Emotions are passed down from generation to generation, just like their ancestors passed down debts from generation to generation.
Until one more person comes along and changes their current life, then I don’t know what will be passed down.
The traditions of the Han people, both good and bad, must be passed on to the next generation. This is called inheritance.
After Zhao Jing's persuasion, Liu Xiang gave up the idea of going out to endure the cold, but he didn't want to go back to the back house for the time being. After marriage, a man always wants to have some space of his own. This is natural.
He was looking for trouble and said: "Dianwei, let me give you a name. You are now an official, so you need a name."
This is a good thing. How could Dian Wei refuse? He cupped his fists and saluted: "Please give me the words, my lord."
Liu Xiang pondered for a moment: "Wei means wei, guarding, and soft skin. The upper and lower parts are like leather bundles, which can be used to tie Wei's back. "Book of Rites and Music" says: Five tones and six rhythms, Yiwei
Xi Zhao, mixed changes come together, and the elegant sound is far away. It means that the music for worshiping gods conforms to the five tones and six rhythms, the sound must be clear, and the music must be complex and changeable, so that the elegant and upright sound can spread far and wide. In this way, it takes the son
Let’s call it Zhao.”
Dian Wei was illiterate, so he didn't understand, but he felt that the master must be very powerful if he recited such a long paragraph.
He didn't expect that his name was so important, so he thanked him gratefully: "Thank you, Lord. I will also be a scholar who chooses my name from now on."
Dian Wei grinned endlessly, making Zhao Jing sour.
"My lord, I don't have a character, so please give me a character."
Anyway, idle time is idle. Liu Xiang nodded, thought about it and said: "Scenery means big, bright, like, and light. They all have the meaning of grandeur and grandeur. "Zuo Zhuan" says: "The light one"
Far away means that there is light from others. The sun and the moon are all external lights, and wherever the light is, everything has a shadow like a mirror, so it is called a scene. Is it better to use the word Ziyuan?"
Zhao Jing thought it was very good. Although he didn't know what was good about it, the words chosen by the Lord must be good.
He also grinned and thanked: "Thank you, Lord."
After Zhao Jing thanked him, he raised his eyebrows and showed off to Dian Wei, "You have the character chosen by the lord, and so do I."
Ever since he was slapped to the ground by Dian Wei, he and this strangely powerful man have been friends and enemies. He recognized Dian Wei's appetite and strength, but it hurt his pride so much that he would have to make up for it one day.
Liu Xiang felt a toothache. Ever since Zhao Jing became superstitious about him being a descendant of heaven and humans, he became more and more innocent, to the point of being childish.
Is this the legendary heart as pure as a child?
Alas! I have ruined a good young man. It is a sin.
Zhao Jing and Dian Wei showed off their new names to each other again, Liu Xiang was confessing, and Zhao Yun looked on with a smile like a middle-aged old father.
Su Wei came in and reported: There was someone outside the Yamen who called himself Dong Zhuo and asked to see the general.