Not only does he have ice cubes, but just like the monthly allowance, ice coupons are also given to the county government according to the level, but no one else in the county seems to have such worries as him. The county has the most negotiations with the thieves
Wu Ya eats and drinks in the government office every day. What this old man drinks is some kind of Langmu wine from Kun Ze. Wu Ya fell in love with this kind of wine and its strange drinking method after going to Bairen City.
Mix some sizzling acid water with crushed ice. Sometimes a few mint leaves are added. It is said that drinking it to relieve heat and quench thirst is very comfortable. Wu Mingjin also recommended it to him many times. Wu Mingjin thought this way of drinking
, water and fire intersect, ice and fire attack each other, which is not in line with the way of maintaining health, so it is not sensitive.
As for Dian Shi, it was even worse. Wu Mingjin thought angrily: I don’t know whose official he is. Mr. Dian Shi lives in the government office, and his requirements for the thieves are simply to be on call. He is busy in front and behind the horse.
Happy. The thieves went to Nanbao to mine. Dianshi led the government servants to clear the way. They were busy in front of and behind the horse. If they were asked to do documents, they would do the documents. If they were asked to do the land deeds, they would do the land deeds.
Why didn't you work so hard in the past! Wu Mingjin thought resentfully. From the recent increasing accommodation of food and clothing expenses in Dianshi's family, he had to go to Dongmen City every "week" - this is the calculation method of the thieves -
Look, it's true that money can make you go around.
Wang Ci, the county magistrate, is the most upright master. Wu Mingjin did not expect that he would also ask for help from the thief. Now the hundreds of acres of school land outside the west gate have changed hands. He secretly looked at it on the city wall.
Several times - Xuetian's appearance has changed greatly, which makes him happy and worried at the same time. He is happy that he has the intention to support Lingao's literary style, but he has been unable to come up with the money. Now after Xuetian's rectification, the county school's funds are
Now that I have found a solution, I am worried that the thieves will inevitably get involved among the scholars by relying on this hand.
Wu Mingjin didn't care much about the thoughts of the mud-legged common people. Although he also knew that "the people are nobler than the king," "water can carry a boat but also capsize it," and "the people's support is against them," etc., these were the opinions of the scholars.
Attitude is what worries him the most. If people who are well-educated and sensible also have a good impression of Kun thief, or even a few evil people who betray the famous religion, it will be difficult to deal with people's hearts. Although the ancients did not have a clear "consciousness"
"Form" theory, but the basic principle is still clear. So he has been worried about it.
Wu Mingjin has not read many historical books, but he has always read Zizhi Tongjian and the like. Whenever there is a rebellion, once a scholar gets involved, the evil and disaster will be a hundred times, a thousand times more than a few mud-legged people.
Since ancient times, there have been many cases of scholars turning into thieves. It is said that there are also quite a few scholars among the fake concubines - what a shame! Wu Mingjin suddenly became alert - could Wang Jiaoyu also be unable to withstand the temptation of concubines? This is
What a big deal! Lingao is a small county, with only thirty students in the county. As long as a few talented people work there...
Wu Mingjin couldn't bear to think about it anymore. It seemed that a scholar was a thief. This dynasty seemed to have never set a precedent. Thinking of this, he felt restless and quickly ordered people to find Wang Jiaoyu.
Wang Ci was entering the city from outside the west gate - sighing from time to time along the way.
He was going to pay homage to Xiaode. A member of the "affiliated school" in the county had just passed away. As a teacher, he had to go. Fortunately, the roads in Australia are now well repaired, and the family's home is not far from the main road.
Once we went there, it only took one day. If we had gone there, we would have had to go back to the county the next morning.
Although the road was easy to walk, Wang Ci felt very heavy. The deceased was only in his early forties. When he went to pay his condolences, the deceased left behind a pair of orphans and a widowed mother who were very pitiful. The family's financial situation was very miserable -
It turned out that he was just making a living by opening a private school and enrolling a few children. The county had not been able to pay out the tuition money for many years - if he could have money and rice to supplement it, maybe he would not have died.
In Lingao, the literary spirit is already weak, so another person died like this. Although the quota is empty, someone will naturally be admitted as a substitute, but there are not many scholars in this county...
Generally speaking, in ancient times, those who took the road of studying and taking exams would not be in extreme poverty at home. In rural areas, they must be at least a middle peasant or above. But as soon as a person goes to school, the family loses a strong labor force. If the family
If the population is small, or if one encounters one of the three calamities or six diseases, it is easy to fall into poverty.
There are many scholars in Lingao County who are in poor economic condition. Not only are the scholars poor, but also the children who do not receive tuition money are even poorer. During the last county examination, many children were poor.
, just like beggars - in addition to scholars who need relief, children are the root of scholars, so they also need some subsidies.
Naturally, the county couldn't come up with any more money, and the gentry's donations had almost been spent. Wang Ci had asked them too many times, and Wang Ci was too embarrassed to go back. It seemed that he had to wait until after the autumn harvest, and the autumn grain from the fields came down.
I can earn more money by studying, Wang Ci thought.
When he walked past the west gate of the county seat and saw the newly renovated school farm, he would murmur to himself - was his move right or wrong?
Judging from the situation in the fields, the appearance of this school field is the best since Wang Ci took up his post in Lingao. The green seedlings, neat ridges and ditches, and the newly built fences and winding trees in the garden are in full bloom.
He had never seen pumpkin flowers, this beautiful pastoral scenery in the school field - all he saw were large areas of barren fields and half-planted crops.
But look at the road that has just been built to the west gate, and the fortress-like house that has just been erected outside the city gate. This house was built by Australians for the tenants of the school field. The house is very elegantly built-it is actually made of bricks and tiles.
It’s a house! Wang Ci has been in it several times. It has a drying area, a toilet, a livestock shed, and a well. Not only are all the living facilities needed, but the layout is reasonable and the convenience of use is unprecedented in his life.
Of course, there were not only tenants living there, but also people like long-term workers recruited in droves by the Australians from the mainland, who were also cultivating the fields.
Although Wang Ci couldn't see what was wrong with it, he still felt uneasy when he saw this small village with a brand new look standing less than half a mile away from the city gate.
Just as I was thinking about this, I met Lu Da on the road. I saw Zhuangtou, the tenant farmer of the school field, pushing a brand new handcart on the newly paved tractor road. There were two large wooden barrels with lids on the car. It was far away.
An indescribable smell wafted over, a bit like feces but much more pungent.
Seeing Wang Jiaoyu coming, Lu Da hurriedly stopped the car, stood respectfully on the roadside and called out: "Mr. Wang."
Wang Ci originally had nothing to say to such a mud-legged guy, but he wanted to find out what the Australians were doing, so he smiled and said, "Okay, are you sending shit to the ground?"
"Sir, this is not feces, it's ammonia," Lu Da said.
"An Shui?"
"Yes, it's brought from Bo Pu. It's used to fertilize the fields. It's said to be better than excrement or bean cakes."
"Is that so?" Wang Ci is no longer surprised by the new gadgets of the Australians. I guess this is their new gadget again.
"How's the crop?"
"Very good!" Lu Da's face blossomed with a smile, "I have been farming for decades, and I have never seen such good crops! It's amazing!"
Lu Da talked enthusiastically about many new things about Australian farming, some of which Wang Ci had heard of, and some of which he had not. He listened with interest to the various whims and novelties of the Australians.
Weird things. Sometimes I feel curious, and sometimes I am surprised by their grandeur.
Wang Ci had a vague feeling that the greatness of the Australians was not only their many "skillful and obscene skills" that he didn't understand, but also their execution and courage.
Hundreds of acres of school fields were renovated as soon as they were asked to be renovated. The land was plowed up and all the water channels were rebuilt. In just one month, the appearance of the school fields was completely new. He estimated that if the county came to do it, even if there was plenty of money and food, Wu Daling would be in charge personally.
He couldn't do it in half a year. As for the path under his feet, it was something he couldn't even imagine.
Not only did he dare to do it, but he was also able to do it. This made Wang Ci feel sincere admiration.
"A useless person is a scholar!" Such a sentence suddenly flashed in his mind. Whether it was him, Wu Daling, or anyone with a good reputation in the county, who had not read poetry and books, and was familiar with the four classics?
A person with a narrow heart? Why can’t the county accomplish many things that need to be done and problems that need to be solved? The problem of Optical Field has been in his hands for seven or eight years, and he has been unable to find a solution after thinking about it;
Wu Daling repeatedly summoned the gentry to solve the problem of bandits and roads, but to no avail.
When the Australians arrived, it was like a typhoon blew up, blowing away everything in an instant.
What a pioneer. Wang Ci sighed. He already had a premonition that what the Australians did in Lingao would not just be in Lingao.
Wang Ci asked about the internal affairs of the school farm again. Lu Da said that the tenants in the school farm currently had children under the age of 13 sent to school. Australians paid for their food and lodging. Not only did they have three meals a day, but they also had clothes.
, quilts, shoes and other daily necessities are all provided by them. Children basically just go there with their buttocks naked and their mouths open.
"What?!" Wang Ci exclaimed, "Are they running a school?"
This greatly stimulated Wang Ci's nerves. As the top leader of the education department of Lingao County in the Ming Dynasty, he was worried about the county school every day, but this Australian actually opened the school quietly - Ting Luda
The tone seems to be doing pretty well!
"Yes," Lu Da looked at him strangely, "Master, don't you know? The two younger ones have been reciting it for several months."