Shandong, Yuncheng County. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

Yan Yingyuan, the county magistrate, dressed in official uniforms, brought ginger soup and came to the road construction site to inspect. Nowadays, cement roads are being built everywhere in the Ming Dynasty, and Yuncheng County is no exception.

A large number of people were recruited and hired, and with the support of money, they began to work hard. Rock blasting, excavation of sediment, and construction of roadbed.

Although the road construction was planned from the prefecture, in order to save time and speed up the progress, when the route was determined, the prefect issued the engineering drawings to the prefectural order, and then began to break ground in a unified manner.

"Wei Dou, how is the project going?" After Yan Yingyuan came to the construction site, he looked at it, he was very satisfied, orderly, and orderly, and then he found Yang Tingshu, Yang Weidou, who was in charge of construction management, to chat.

Of course, he would never admit that Yang Tingshu, who is the on-site construction manager, has a sheltered house here.

"It's not bad, the people are full of energy, after all, they have a lot of money, and they also have food, and they work very hard." Yang Tingshu said with a smile.

"That's good, that's good." Yan Yingyuan found a chair and sat down, moving his stiff hands and feet. Road construction is a major job, although he is not on the scene, but in the rear there are also all kinds of running, coordination between the various houses in the county, the supply of materials, and so on all need his county order to nod.

"It's just that in a few days, the project may have to slow down a bit, and the people will have to go back to spring ploughing." Yang Tingshu asked a question.

"That's okay, a few days ago, the government ordered that spring plowing must not be delayed, this is the top priority." Yan Yingyuan smiled and nodded, indicating that he didn't care.

With this topic, the two began to chat, the county order was under the banner of understanding the project, deliberately avoiding the cold wind, Yang Tingshu was also happy to accompany him, it happened that his friend would get off work soon, and he was too lazy to go out to blow the wind at the end of the time.

"It's really bitter, it's still how to collect business taxes, 10,000 taels a year, 1,000 taels a month, it's really ......" chatting, Yan Yingyuan began to complain.

"It shouldn't be difficult, right?" Yang Tingshu asked suspiciously, he didn't know much about the economy, but he felt that a county in Nuoda, how could it always collect 10,000 taels of taxes.

"Oh, you don't know, when did we collect commercial taxes in Yuncheng in the past, and this time it started to be collected, it will cost tens of thousands of taels, which is really sad for the official." Yan Yingyuan's face was full of sorrow, "It's just that this one has to be included in this year's assessment, not only this, but also the road in front of you, as well as the land reform team that has arrived in Jinan, must be included in the assessment, I really want to tire me to death." ”

"Yes, yes, Your Majesty really called people to death, and left so much work in a row." Yang Tingshu echoed with a haha. It's just that I keep guessing the other party's purpose in my heart.

"Yes, there are a lot of assessments this year, not only these few, but also the preparation of the school, the recruitment of teachers, and even the establishment of the Heavenly Emperor Temple have to be worried about by the officials." Yan Yingyuan looked in pain, and then suddenly grabbed Yang Tingshu's hand and said as if asking for help, "Wei Dou, you want to save this official, thank you again." ”

"The county magistrate is serious, serious." Yang Tingshu struggled twice before withdrawing his hand. But in my heart, there was a sudden feeling that it was for Song Xiance.

This Song Xiance was also met by chance, I heard that he had a great reputation in Henan, and at that time he was worried about the construction of this organization, but the other party took the initiative to ask for help, and took over the initial work, so that the construction team of the entire Yuncheng County was in order, and there was no mistake.

Obviously, Song Xiance's reputation has reached the ears of the county magistrate, and more importantly, he is dressed as a Taoist priest.

Therefore, for Song Xiance's stay and stay, Yang Tingshu didn't dare to pack the ticket, "The difficulties of the county commander, the official can't help much, Song Daochang, just came to help, and the other officials are also driven to move." ”

"It's okay, this is a new order from the Zongren Mansion, so that the Taoist priests who have not yet been ordered to worship Haotian God nearby and not wander again." Yan Yingyuan took out an official document and smiled happily, "As long as Wei Dou releases people from your side." ”

"Lord Yang." said that Cao Cao Cao had arrived, and at this moment, Song Xiance suddenly pushed the door in.

Looking at the fairy wind and the strange-looking Song Xiance, Yan Yingyuan showed a smile like a wolf grandmother, staring at each other, and kept looking, with him, he has completed another assessment this year, and after getting a good evaluation, as long as he gets one, he can be promoted.

It's just that Song Xiance, who was stared at, suddenly shuddered, and had an ominous premonition in his heart. Of course, his premonition was not wrong, and under the order of the Zongren Mansion, he became the abbot and temple of the Heavenly Emperor Temple in Yuncheng County. At this point, his idea of being an official was strangled to death before it could be realized.

It's just that who can say for sure what happens in life.

Soon, while the three adults were talking about things, the people who kept digging and building the road drank the ginger soup and began to pack up their things and go to work.

Among them was a middle-aged man, who looked ordinary and honest, dressed ordinarily, no different from the others, after a lot of labor, with a satisfied expression, talking and laughing with the people next to him, and walking towards the village.

It's just that when he returned home, he was startled, looked carefully at the person who was sitting in the room, and then shouted in disbelief, "Sect Master? ”

"It's the Sect Master." Wang Haoxian, who was sitting upright, nodded slightly.

"Subordinates, see the sect leader." After confirmation, the middle-aged man seemed to have changed his face, knelt down with a fanatical face, and bowed heavily.

"Get up." Wang Haoxian nodded and asked the other party to get up. "The reception of believers here is going well."

After Xu Hongru's death, his old nest Yuncheng County naturally underwent some cleaning, but how could religion be thoroughly investigated, after all, there were still a lot of people who smelled the fragrance sect left, and Wang Haoxian, who had been in Luanzhou, was angry at the power here, so he patted the middle-aged man to come to receive it.

"Sect Master, this ......" The man's face was embarrassed, which made Wang Haoxian feel bad.

"Isn't it going well?"

"Sect Master, it's not just smooth, it's just that no one is listening to the fragrance anymore." The man smiled bitterly and said, "The believer that everyone is thinking about now is that Haotian God, day and night, looking forward to being able to divide the fields into households, and almost no one pays attention to this religion, and even several times, his subordinates almost leaked their identities and revealed the truth. ”

"Damn, I didn't expect it to be the same here!" Wang Haoxian slapped the table, and his face was full of anger. He was like this in other counties, and in the whole of Shandong, as the land reform team arrived in Jinan, planning to divide the fields into households, and set up files and households, almost everyone began to chant about Haotian God.

As for the childless mother, vacuum hometown and the like, no one believes it, can the childless mother give me the land?

The counties with the most powerful influence of the Wenxiang Sect were like this, which undoubtedly made Wang Haoxian very frustrated, and he secretly said, "Could it be that the Wenxiang Sect is going to be annihilated?" ”

This is really a good joke, a cult has not been exterminated, but no one has inherited and believed in it, and it has died out, which is really ridiculous.

Next to him, the middle-aged subordinates looked at the dejected appearance of the sect leader, silent, in fact, even he didn't want to preach anymore, how good the days are now, there is work to do in winter, and the fields will be divided soon, and now the roads are smooth, there are many more traders coming and going, and there are more people who come to buy cloth and raw silk, and the people's livelihood is better than before.

Perhaps, it's not bad to live like this.

Yanzhou Mansion, Qufu.

At this moment, the Kong family is also holding a clan meeting to discuss the arrival of the land reform team. Kong Yinzhi, the contemporary head of the Confucian family, sits in the high hall, and the two rows below are the elders of the clan and the heads of each room.

"Let's talk about it, what to do!" Kong Yinzhi shouted weakly.

In the last street interception incident, the Kong family was also involved, of course, their extent was not deep, because after spending some costs, they were not implicated. It's just that they didn't wait long for them to get lucky, and the North Korean land reform team headed by Choi Mingji came.

Just a few days ago, hundreds of North Korean officials came in carriages and horses and entered the governor's yamen in Jinan, where the Confucian family had been deeply rooted in Shandong for generations, and soon got the news, so there was such a meeting.

Anyway, Kong Yinzhi didn't know what to do, and he couldn't be the master, so everyone had to discuss it.

As soon as he spoke, the following naturally began to discuss, and the buzzing discussion continued to sound, but after a long time, no one could come up with a decent solution, but the voice gradually became quieter.

"What? Are they all dumbfounded? Stopped talking? Looking at them, Kong Yinzhi shouted angrily.

"We don't have enough knowledge of such major matters, and it is all up to the head of the family." One of the people who faced the amiable dough said with a smile.

"Yohe, let me call the shots on this, why didn't I call the shots in the past?" Kong Yinzhi said sarcastically. It's just that the people below can say such things, and their skin is naturally thick-skinned, and his sarcasm is useless.

"There's nothing I can do!" In the end, Kong Yinzhi still sighed helplessly, "King Lu is willing to be slaughtered, and he doesn't want to make trouble, although I am a thousand-year-old family, but if I want to ......" Speaking of this, he shook his head, the meaning is self-evident, if the Kong family gets up and does it by itself, absolutely no one wants to follow.

"Damn the Reich Daily." A voice sounded hatefully, "If it weren't for this newspaper, the order above wouldn't be as we could say whatever we wanted, it would be as passive as it is now, as soon as the court is a little troubled, the untouchables below will know everything, and if they don't do it, they can still gather to make trouble for you." ”

After saying a few words, everyone said silently, yes, the common people know that the land is going to be divided, and the maids and servants in the family know that they can go out of the house and divide the land without the price and live a free life.

In the end, the Confucian family conference ended without a problem, and it was dispersed, and in the end, there was no unified opinion.

: Hurry up, hurry up, and finally get it out again. It's not well written, so bear with me.