As Zhang Wu's grain officer, Zheng Ding basically stayed in the granary and had little contact with the outside world.
So when he appeared, the people didn't recognize him, so naturally they couldn't arouse any hatred.
Being pushed to the front desk, although Zheng Ding was not ready yet, he could only bite the bullet at this moment.
Of course, he also wanted to impress Zhao Yanxun with his performance.
Holding his fists and facing everyone, Zheng Ding said loudly: "Everyone, please obey the prince's appointment. From now on, I, Zheng Ding, will be the agent for food distribution until the new magistrate arrives!"
Upon hearing that there would be a new county magistrate, everyone present felt much more at ease.
Having a county magistrate means long-term governance. The future may not be too good, but it will never be squeezed too hard.
At this moment, most people began to miss the life they had when they were exploited by the government and landlords, which was much better than Zhang Wu's extreme exploitation.
"Before I distribute the food, I have to find some helpers, and they will help me distribute the food. Now... I will start to select people!"
When he called himself an official, Zheng Ding was still a little uncomfortable.
After saying the last sentence, Zheng Ding walked down the steps and started picking among the crowd.
When he was watching just now, Zheng Ding had already carefully observed that the person had actually been chosen.
There were nearly two thousand people present, and Zhao Yanxun temporarily provided only thirty "on-staff" personnel.
The thirty people include twenty soldiers who are responsible for maintaining public order and ten minor officials who are responsible for specific management.
The twenty soldiers selected by Zheng Ding were all tall men. Only these people could effectively intimidate others.
Soon, these twenty people were selected and stood in a neat row at the foot of the steps.
Zheng Ding himself returned to the stage, looked down and said loudly: "Which of you who are literate raise your hands!"
Knowing that he was choosing an "official", all the literate people raised their hands, and there were many who were just pretending to be officials.
Although the hands raised below are scattered here and there, there are more than two hundred people in total. These people certainly cannot accept all of them.
"Those who can read less than 300 words, put your hands down!"
Being able to read 300 words is a hurdle, but it can also select people who are truly useful.
Good guy, most of the people on the scene lowered their hands one after another, and in the end only about thirty people still raised their hands.
"Those who can add or subtract within a thousand, raise your hands!"
Addition and subtraction within a thousand is considered a difficult task in this era. After all, there is no calculation method for future generations.
But at the political school in Yuanyang, Zhao Yanxun was already promoting mathematics to cultivate officials' statistical abilities.
At this moment, there were still only eleven people holding hands under the steps.
At this time, Zheng Ding said in a serious tone: "Let me tell you, I will test you all in a while, and whoever lies will be severely punished!"
After a few breaths, three people withdrew their hands, and only eight people were left with their hands raised.
"Eight of you, come out!"
As a result, the fate of the thirty-eight people selected was different from that of the other companions at this moment.
"Now, you go inside and move the food out, and you are responsible for distributing it to everyone!" Zheng Ding began to direct the newly recruited men to do their work.
Seeing bags of grain being carried out of the warehouse, the people present were so excited that they could finally get their share of grain.
Finally, someone below said: "Your Majesty is a good man!"
"Your Majesty has the heart of a Bodhisattva..."
"Bodhisattva bless you, may your prince be safe!"
While receiving the grain, the people were all saying good things about Zhao Yanxun, and most of them kowtowed into the granary.
"After receiving the food, live well and work hard in the future!"
"With the prince protecting you, life will be better in the future!"
Zheng Ding is a smart man, and through these words to appease the people, he strives to show his value.
And these things were indeed noticed by Zhao Yanxun, who secretly thought that this person was indeed capable of doing things and was worthy of the Tao.
Of course, no additional guidance from Zheng Ding was needed, and the people were grateful to Zhao Yanxun.
Standing at the door of the granary, looking at the skinny people below, Zhao Yanxun said calmly: "If you eat enough every day, maybe you can regain your strength in a month or two!"
Only when you regain your strength can you do more work, and then there will be many people for Zhao Yanxun to recruit soldiers.
"Kowtow to the prince!"
"Kowtow to the prince!"
Seeing Zhao Yanxun appear, the people present kowtowed and showed great respect to Zhao Yanxun.
"No gifts...no gifts..."
In order to avoid trouble, Zhao Yanxun stayed away. His appearance would only affect the speed of food distribution.
Half an hour later, all the food was distributed, and everyone felt happy that they could finally have a full meal today.
For lunch, Zhao Yanxun and Zhang Meng had their lunch at the granary.
The conditions were poor and they could only eat a bowl of porridge, but this was already what the common people dreamed of.
After dinner, Zhao Yanxun was not idle. He summoned Zheng Ding and dozens of others.
"In the next few days, you must keep an eye on the granary and distribute food to the people in rations every day according to their work progress!"
"The grain in the granary will not feed the idle. Those who are unwilling to work will be left hungry. Those who work more will be rewarded extra!"
"You all work hard, the palace will not treat you badly in the future, and your life will definitely get better!"
After some advice from Zhao Yanxun, this newly formed grass-roots team finally gained the collective centripetal force of officials.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, we will do our best to complete the spring planting!" Zheng Ding was the first to express his loyalty.
Next came the newly recruited minor officials. They all have knowledge and have seen the world, and only now do they know how to answer.
As for the "strong men" selected by Zheng Ding, all of them were stunned on the spot, wanting to say something but unable to say it.
The team is set up, but there are many areas that need to be refined.
So in the afternoon, Zhao Yanxun asked Zheng Ding to lead people and organized the people into ten teams according to their residences.
There are about 200 people in each team, and there are about 150 people who are old and weak when they go out. These people are the backbone of the work.
Each team selected the person with the highest prestige, who would lead the people to work, and Zheng Ding sent his subordinates to directly handle them.
In this way, the grassroots organization in Huiping County was established, and Zhao Yanxun truly felt at ease.
Opening the system panel, the actual controlled population has become 73,945, getting closer and closer to the goal of 100,000.
According to the system's requirements, after reaching a population of 100,000, he can not only continue to upgrade himself, but also unlock the upgrade permissions for second-level soldiers.
In this way, Zhao Yanxun stayed in Huiping County for three days. After ensuring the normal operation of the small Yamen led by Zheng Ding, he left with his men.
He left from the south gate in the early morning. There were five to six hundred people working the fields here. Seeing that he was leaving, they all gathered around to see him off.
"My lord, please take care of yourself!"
On both sides of the road outside the city gate, people knelt on the ground and sent the most simple and sincere blessings.
After two days of improved food, although their bodies were still thin, their energy and energy had improved a lot.
"My lord, take care..."
Looking at the people kowtowing on both sides of the road, Zhao Yanxun said with deep affection: "Go back, work hard, earn food for next year, and live a good life... Go back!"
There is such a prince who upholds justice, saves the people from misfortune, and cares about the people. Who can't really love him here?
"Long live the prince..."
I don't know who shouted such a sentence, and the sound of "Long live" suddenly echoed outside the city gate.
In every place under Zhao Yanxun's rule, the people's aspirations were towards King Yong.