Qian Yuan has always been able to position himself accurately, in the criminal police team, he was assigned to the propaganda department, and later he went to the sea.

Professional people are responsible for professional things.

There is no doubt that commanding operations is very professional, so Qian Yuan did not interfere, and entrusted it all to the officers and generals headed by Lu Bin, who are professionals.

But the experience of running that company from scratch in his previous life gave Qian Yuan a strong ability to organize and deploy, so Qian Yuan was in charge of logistics.

From the number and armament of all soldiers and village warriors, to the distribution of daily rations per person, and the reward of different posts......

From the arrangement of personnel for cooking and cooking, the composition of the materials transported, to the organization of the local government officials and white servants who are familiar with the local martial law city to act as a reserve at the same time......

Qian Yuan arranged everything in an orderly manner, and even made various countermeasures according to different follow-up developments.

Although Chongde County is small, and the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty has always had a tradition of not cultivating the government, this county government is not small, especially the lobby is extraordinarily broad.

But now, except for a circular path that only allows one person to pass, the rest of the place is densely packed with tables and bookcases.

"I don't bother to care how greedy you are!" Qian Yuan, who was sitting in the center, still looked at the books on the table, and said lightly: "You just need to make sure that no one comes to make trouble." ”

Although he was called a sitting tiger by the county people, Liu Zhutou knew the weight of the person in front of him, bent over and cried with a sad face: "I really didn't ...... this time."

"Then you can explain." Qian Yuan took a piece of paper and quickly wrote and painted, "A total of sixty-five houses were demolished, according to the size and number of people, it should be four hundred and fifty-seven taels of silver, but why did you report three hundred and sixty-five taels of silver?" ”

Liu Zhutou's eyes are straight, save you money and accidents?

Qian Yuan beckoned him to stand aside and don't stand behind, he knew in his heart that it might not be a problem to make the account bigger, and it might not be a problem to make the account smaller, and sometimes the latter was not easy to be detected.

Glancing at Liu Zhutou, Qian Yuan took the paper handed by the next person, and looked down, "There is no need to give another reward for cooking, just let the women and children who have taken refuge in the city do it, they only need to eat enough to be satisfied." ”

Here Liu Zhutou was still dumbfounded, Qian Yuan had already dealt with four or five cases in a row, and signed his name to let the scribe lead people to the treasury to move the reward to the soldiers.

Chongde County is a small city, and there is not even a main book, and there are not many people in the six rooms...... Qian Yuan was quite skeptical about how the previous magistrate managed the city.

On the other hand, the scribes and clerks in the lobby watched Qian Yuan arrange everything so skillfully and orderly, his mouth kept and his hands did not stop, and they were dumbfounded for a long time, they thought of it and thought of it, and those who didn't expect it still thought of it.

Last year's post-war experience in Jiading County gave Qian Yuan experience, and he handled it calmly, looking like an old bureaucrat who had been immersed in political affairs for many years.

Skillfully signing his name, Qian Yuan found a trace of the feeling of sitting in the general manager's office in his previous life, and glanced at Liu Zhutou, "I picked those sixty-five families to demolish the house, but I didn't choose it casually." ”

Defending the city requires a lot of wood, masonry and stone, and Qian Yuan went around the city in a big circle to select sixty-five houses, which were naturally not selected at random.

Liu Zhutou looked dazed, and his lips opened and closed.

"Let's go and have a look." Qian Yuan cleaned up the table, got up and shook his head: "It's normal and proper for geese to pluck their feathers, but I'm still useful for those dozens of families." ”

Seeing that Songjiang Xiucai and Liu Zhutou came out of the county office, the atmosphere in the lobby eased down for a while, and the clerks and scribes exchanged their heads one after another, and the noise made the two people in the corner frown.

"Ah, Master Xiang...... No, Uncle Xiang. A scribe saw Xiang Dushou coldly, and hurriedly got up and greeted loudly.

Xiang Dushou bowed slightly, walked along the circular path to Qian Yuan's case, looked down a few times, and looked blank...... Well, Arabic numerals, as well as tabular records, in the Ming Dynasty were naturally wordless heavenly books.

A servant stared curiously at the old man behind Xiang Dushou, who was not tall, with a furrow on his face like an old peasant, but his back was as straight as a green pine, and his eyes were shining, as dazzling as a sheathed sword.

Several people recognized it, it was the old man who helped the officers and soldiers kill the widows at the city gate the day before yesterday, and a spear in his hand was like a snake, very sharp, but now he changed into a Confucian shirt.

Xiang Dushou handed the paper to the old man, "I have heard for a long time that Jingchuan Gong knows all the six arts......"

The so-called six arts of the gentleman, etiquette, music, archery, royal, calligraphy, mathematics, from ancient times to the present, there are not many people who are proficient in the six arts, since the Tang Dynasty, the civil and military are distinct, and there are very few, each of which is a big man who is famous in the world.

The old farmer-like old man in front of him is also one of them, and maybe even the only one now.

But after looking at the ghost drawing on the paper, the old man was also confused, and after hesitating for a moment, he asked the scribe on the side a few words in a low voice, and took the abacus and snapped it up.

The scribe on the side twitched the corners of his mouth, he had been in the house for most of his life, and his abacus was not as skilled as this old man's, and he was about to fly!

After a long while, the old man stopped before nodding to Xiang Dushou, "It's indeed four hundred and fifty-seven taels of silver." ”

Xiang Dushou couldn't help grinning, Qian Yuan only wrote a few strokes on the paper and calculated it, and Jing Chuangong used the abacus for half a burnt incense time.

In Xiang Dushou's mind, that Brother Qian is already mysterious and unpredictable, aside from the scriptures, Jingchuan Gong is also famous in arithmetic, but he can't compare to that one.

Walking out of the lobby, the old man's eyes flickered, and after half a ring, he asked in a low voice: "It is said that Zhenchuan Gong praised him?" ”

"That's true." Xiang Dushou replied cautiously: "It is reported that last year's victory in Jiading, it was presided over by the Qian family, and after the war, the county magistrate hung up the seal and left, and he also cleaned up the mess and rectified the city. ”

"Jiading victory is presided over by the Qian family?" The old man was surprised: "At that time, the old man was in Nanjing, and I only heard that it was Lu Bo's young son and Zhenchuan Gong in the city. ”

"Zheng Ruozeng, the brother-in-law of the Duke of Zhenchuan, is also in the city, and he is also familiar with the contempt family." Xiang Dushou felt sorry when he thought about it, he was really a good marriage partner, "Jingchuan Gong also saw it, and the young tiger of the Lu family bowed down to him. ”

The two of them walked out of the county office, and the chaos of the previous two days was lost on the street, and everything was in order.

The women carrying lunch boxes marched along the left side of the road under the command of the officials, which was to deliver food to the soldiers everywhere.

On the right side of the road, not far away is the garden of the Xiang family, and the integrated villagers are desperately smashing the wall with sledgehammers, sending the demolished bricks and stones to the head of the city wall.

Three or five horse-drawn carriages were in the middle of the road, carrying all kinds of timber, the ends of the long logs brushing the ground and making a creaking noise.

More than a dozen men with waist knives in their hands stood in the middle of the road, scolding from time to time to drive back the people who walked out of the ranks.

The old man glanced at the west gate not far away, then turned his head and glanced at the east gate in the distance, thinking in his heart that the lane left in the middle of the road should be used to transfer troops.

Seeing the old man smiling at his beard, Xiang Dushou also smiled: "Don't talk about the rest, it is enough to go to the Ministry of Industry to be a principal and a foreigner." ”

Just as he was about to praise a few words, he heard Xiang Dushou's words and heard the word "Ministry of Industry", the old man pulled his face and said in a low voice, "Clever, good at deployment, fortunately, there is no relative who is an old man!" ”

Xiang Dushou on the side couldn't cry or laugh when he heard it, "Jingchuan Gong, why is this so, the Qian family's poetry and books are heirlooms, and they are famous in Songjiang." ”

The old man's words are very clear, and Xiang Dushou, who has always had the heart of a high-ranking person, naturally understands that today's Ministry of Industry is Yan Song's brother-in-law Ouyang Bijin, and Yan Song's son Yan Shifan has just been promoted to the left waiter of the Ministry of Industry, and even Emperor Jiajing has added the title of Ministry of Industry.

And this old man hated Yan Shifan very much, and he once named him many times in the book.

However, although Yan Dang has a very bad reputation in Nanzhili and Zhejiang, Ouyang Bijin and Yan Shifan Xingjin were mostly criticized by Shilin this time, but their abilities were recognized in the minds of the old man.

The old man is saying, fortunately, there is no relative like Yan Song who can cling, otherwise he will be the second ...... of Yan Donglou in the future.

Although Xiang Dushou was frightened at the city gate the day before yesterday, he admired Qian Yuan quite a lot in his heart, and he couldn't help but slander at this time, and he didn't know where Qian Yuan provoked your old man......

Walking along the right side of the road to the West City Gate, I saw Qian Yuan shouting something hoarsely with a high voice from a distance, and his arm pointed to the ground from time to time.

Under the command of Liu Zhutou, more than 100 men and women hesitated and waved hoes and began to plow the ground.

"See?" Qian Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat on his forehead, "If you don't give enough money, will others be willing to work?" ”

Liu Zhutou bent down and laughed a few times, "Yes, yes, but it also gives too much......"

"That's how I do things, according to the rules, I always have to make others willing, besides, I can still use them later." Qian Yuan looked up at the somewhat gloomy sky, and prayed in his heart that it would not rain......

Xiang Dushou and the old man, who had already walked closer, heard the last sentence, and their faces were different, the former was only thinking about what these people were digging.

And the latter was thinking in his heart, using money to control people, but it is really a bit of Yan Donglou's style.