Zhao Xing sat in front of the fire pit and asked the three elders: "So how many people are left in this Zhuangzi of yours and the area under your jurisdiction?" ”

The three elders are equivalent to the township chiefs of later generations, and when Zhao Xing asked this, he pinched his fingers bitterly and calculated, and finally reported a number: "The township we manage, the original population was 3,000, but now it is less than 1,000, and they are all old and weak women and children who can't escape, so they are waiting here to die." ”

Three thousand is left with one thousand, what kind of loss is that? Zhao Xingdu was speechless to describe his current mood.

In this era, talent is the greatest productive force, and without population, everything is in vain. And this damn county order actually destroyed eighty percent of his own family and cooked him, should.

"Where have all those people gone?" That's the crux of the matter.

In this era, the escape of the population was a very serious sin, and the officials of the bailing away were responsible, and the officials who accepted these escapees were also guilty. The 80% of the population that disappeared out of thin air is very shocking, and you should see it on the way you came.

As a result, this thing is the opposite, I didn't see those homeless people on the road at all, which is a strange thing. If something goes wrong, it's a demon, and there must be something strange in it.

"If you want to live, go to Kuan County." The three elders said together.

Zhao Xing thought for a moment, and then said to Xu Jie: "Go to Kuanxian tomorrow." ”

Kuan County and Guang County are bordered, but as soon as you enter Kuan County, it is immediately very different.

The fields are staggered, the fields are crossed, the chickens and dogs from far and near smell each other, and the villages are full of vitality. Zhao Xing stood on the wheel and looked into the distance, this is the time of the morning food, in the chimneys of the new houses and old houses that have just become popular, there are curling smoke rising, a pastoral scene.

Jumping out of the car, stomping on the feet, the same road, is newly rammed and repaired, on both sides of the road, the crops are growing well is enviable, and the people who are diligently waiting for the crops sing to each other, although the singing is monotonous, but it contains happiness and contentment.

Ren Tian still rolled up his trousers, went directly to the field, carefully pulled out a few wheat seedlings, observed them carefully, and then smiled with satisfaction and showed them to Zhao Xing: "Lord, the wheat here is growing very well, this year, it must be a bumper harvest year." ”

Zhao Xing couldn't tell the difference between wheat and leeks, so he carefully pretended to observe, while asking: "According to such a growth, if there is no natural disaster, what is the yield per mu?" ”

"The lowest can produce five wheat, and the highest can produce six."

Zhao Xing was pleased that during the Warring States Period, one hu was equal to forty-seven catties, and one mu of land could produce 250 to 300 catties of wheat, which was already quite good and could be regarded as a bumper year.

On the way, a man carrying a plow and an old man pulling an ox came over, and when they saw these convoys, they immediately avoided the roadside.

These smiled and nodded: "Please come and talk." ”

The old man had no choice but to hand over the ox to the man, and told him to go back first, and then walked up to these people tremblingly, but he didn't know what to call them.

These smiled and said: "The old man doesn't have to be formal, let's talk about it by chance." Then he asked, "I see that this place is densely populated, and chickens and dogs smell each other, so I don't know what's going on." ”

The old man was frightened, but he only made amends but did not say anything practical.

These understood, and ordered to take out a piece of cloth from the car and offer it with both hands: "The old man said, no matter what, I should be over-the-ear and not really." ”

After receiving these promises, the old man was relieved and said: "Since Mr. has made such a promise, then I will solve my husband's doubts." Then he pointed to his own Zhuangzi: "The neighbors of Guangxian Township are suffering, and there is no way to run for help, so they let go of the county boundary, risk the punishment of the future monarch, accept the refugees of Guangxian, and then take out the food prepared for the famine, and build houses for those displaced people to resettle, and those new houses are." Then we were asked to hire those homeless helpers to help with the fields, promising to deduct it from the taxes we paid this fall, so that the homeless people were relieved that there was no chaos, and we had more manpower to take care of the crops. ”

These nodded: "Your county magistrate is a good official." ”

Seeing these county orders that boasted about themselves, but did not say anything about taking in the homeless people privately, the old man was even more relieved: "Who said no, our county order has promised those Guangxian homeless people that as long as the autumn harvest is over, he will go to the capital of the country to face the king, please punish the officials of the county order of Guangxian County, and let everyone go home again." Then his expression darkened: "Go to the country to find out this matter, although the cool officials of Guangxian County can be punished, and the people can go home, but our county order will also be punished for accepting homeless people privately." ”

These solemn promises: "You can rest assured, I will ensure that your county order will not be punished." Then he rewarded the old man and pedaled off.

Xu Jie asked: "Lord, there are still seventy miles of road in the county here, shall we continue to move forward, or shall we inspect on the spot?" ”

"Don't look at it, let's go back." Zhao Xing didn't plan to look at it anymore, this was enough to explain the problem.

Xu Jie stepped forward quietly: "This county order should be killed." ”

Zhao Xing looked at this guy in wonder, "Are you crazy, the county order of Guangxian County should be killed, this county order is governed so well, why kill him?" ”

Xu Jie said confidently: "If you dare to pick up the escapees, you should be killed according to the law." ”

"Tell the truth."

"Tian Dai Qi." Xu Jie said close to Zhao Xing's ear.

"Get your foul mouth out of the way." Zhao Xing said after pondering for a long time.

Then Zhao Xing turned the carriage around and ignored Xu Jie. However, when he went back, in the swaying hypnotic carriage, Zhao Xing never fell asleep again.

The prefectural order of Guangxian County was boiled, and 10,000 people celebrated. The county order of Kuanxian County was promoted to the court by Zhao Xingbao because of his meritorious service in governing the place, and the people were grateful to Zhao Xing for this.

Zhao Xingbao cited the two scholars he had recruited to make the county orders of these two counties, and Zhao Yong accepted it without any hesitation.

Of course, the new county order must have a new group of subordinates, so the two county orders reprimanded all the original subordinates and personally arranged a new group of Zhao Xing's subordinates to the positions of the two counties. Everything is so taken for granted.

In the gratitude of the two scholars, Xu Jie Yue took the place and explained to them with a serious face: "Whose retainers are you?" ”

The two of them replied without hesitation: "We are Xingjun's retainers." ”

"Who gave you the opportunity to govern one side by giving you the position of prefectural magistrate?"

"Xingjun."

"Who will give you a bigger stage square in the future, so that you can play a greater ability?"

"Xingjun."

"Remember, remember."

"Never forget until you die."

Zhao Xing leaned on the window of the car and listened, then lowered the curtains without saying a word, and fell into idleness again.

Guangxian and Kuan counties are just between Daijun and Handan, and they are also at the junction of the plains from the Daijun mountains.

It's a good location. In the future, he will use business to prosper the county, and he needs to take this road to transport his own goods in the north to Handan, the largest market now, where he can transit.

And the goods that were transported from the Central Plains to their own territory through Handan, or through Handan, could also be transported to the north through these two places.

He needs to open up a fellow road, according to the standards of the highway, from his own territory, to Handan, and then to the Central Plains, and in these two counties, set up a guard to ensure the safety of his caravan.

These two county orders are their own people, and after three years, they will be transferred to their own side, and then they will send their henchmen over-

Just thinking about it like this, I feel that I seem to be thinking too far and going off-topic.