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The morning breeze on the treetops and among the willow leaves is still so refreshing and pleasant.

"Bang bang bang", a rapid and loud gong sounded in the open space outside the yamen.

Up close, a man dressed in red and black official clothes was carrying a large gong, and in his right hand was a baton tied with a red cloth, and he was striking vigorously on the surface of the gong.

After a while, more than a dozen men and women ran out of the yamen, seemingly chaotic, but they quickly lined up in two rows.

A row of men and a row of women looked like they had been practicing for a long time, and in a moment they formed a queue.

Mo Qian, who was dressed in a cyan robe and held a folding fan to show his scholarly atmosphere, appeared on the steps in front of the gate of the yamen.

With a "swish", as soon as the folding fan was closed, his face became serious, and he shouted at the bottom: "Report the number." ”

The number of people in the two rows below was completed in an instant, and then the first person in the front row ran up and said to Mo Qian: "Report to your lord, there are a total of fifteen people, all of them are here." ”

Mo Qian nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, it's much better than before, keep working hard." ”

Thinking of the first rehearsal, Mo Qian really felt the urge to hit his head against the wall.

Let them count, and they will literally seven or eight men running to a decades-old tree with their mouths pouted and hugging them together.

And the important thing is that this is still a group of martial arts masters, this joint force is amazing, directly uprooted the big tree, and brought a big pit to the yamen.

This made the old man Li who was sweeping the floor at the door anxious, and he picked up the broom used to sweep the floor and ran towards this group of young men who had practiced martial arts, and it took Mo Qian to stop him for a long time before he calmed down.

After calming down, he said to the officials below, "Go on." ”

"Yes." When the official heard Mo Qian's words, he turned to a dozen people and said, "Now start doing exercises, stretch ----- first session, get ready!" ”

Another official next to him shouted the beat, and the people below really started to do it one by one.

The left arm is turned forward to the side, and the head is turned to the left, and the left hand is lowered, and the head is turned forward to an upright ......

That's right, this is the peerless martial arts mastery that makes countless people in the future generations shame in the morning----- let their ideals fly!

It may be a little unfamiliar to say "Flying Ideal", but it actually has another amazing name----- the third set of broadcast gymnastics......

Mo Qian looked at the people below, a little jumpy.

When I think of the primary and secondary school students in Huaxia, whenever the voice on the radio sounds, regardless of the spring and autumn, they have to be kicked out of the classroom by the teacher, and then line up one by one, listening to the broad trumpet gestures.

Well, awkward, this is Mo Qian's biggest idea, although they do it extremely seriously, and every movement is extremely standard.

But Mo Qian's feeling is still awkward.

A group of heroic people with long hair and military uniforms, doing radio gymnastics?

However, there is no way, Mo Qian also thought helplessly.

At this time, half a month has passed since the last martial arts turmoil in Ningyuan County.

Those martial arts masters left one after another, and their expressions when they parted were also different, some were wooed, some were envious, and some people hated it.

However, what really made Mo Qian tremble was Gu Yushi's eyes when he left with the blood book, there was panic, relief, annoyance, and a trace of ...... in his eyes Shy?

Mo Qian secretly said that she was going to suffer, this little girl wouldn't take a fancy to herself because she saved her and helped her, right?

In short, Gu Yushi is leaving, leaving the sect for two months, and he always has to go back to recover his life.

As for when she will come back again, it depends on her mood, because Mo Qian can see it from the smile on the corner of her mouth.

I am, the monk can't run the temple if he runs.

And the group of people below are the disciples of the Chiyun Sect last time.

Han Bikong, who is in the late stage of mental illness, has been sent by Mo Qian to the Criminal Department of Jian'an Mansion, and if nothing else, he has already gone to reincarnate at this time.

Qiu Cheng, one of the other masterminds, was left behind by Mo Qian, and after the strong suppression of the Bai Dao people, as well as Mo Qian's coercion and temptation, he has now become Mo Qian's loyal dog.

And the people below naturally did not investigate as thoroughly as he said, but all became their own team, after all, the masters of this era are so rare, how can Mo Qian be willing to send them to prison.

This set of radio gymnastics, which is taken out for them, is done once a day in the morning, although it is nothing more than a showmanship for them, but it is a great help for discipline and collectivity.

Compared to the unruliness when he first stayed, it has been greatly improved.

Of course, Mo Qian never thought that he could retain people's hearts just by relying on this, so Mo Qian spent a lot of effort on them.

The usual training was very hard, but Mo Qian's attitude towards them was very good, and he didn't treat them like prisoners at all.

And food, clothing, and housing are all done by Mo Qian, which will definitely make them inseparable from Mo Qian in the future.

After a set of radio gymnastics, everyone's bodies were slightly sweaty, and then Mo Qian took them to run around Ningyuan County in the morning.

During this time, many people in the city already knew Mo Qian, and the pedestrians on the street were not surprised to see Mo Qian jogging all the way with a large group of people, they were all used to it during this time.

This new prefectural magistrate treats people mildly, and will neither severely punish the people under his rule if they disagree, nor will he impose excessive taxes on them, as the previous prefectural magistrate did.

Within a few days of taking office, the lives of the people in the county have reached a new level, and the handsome appearance is deeply loved by women from three to eighty years old, so everyone's impression of this prefectural order is good.

Seeing Mo Qian trotting over, he was a little bold and joked with Mo Qian.

"Xiaomo County Order, I came out to run again today!"

"My lord, remember to come here for a steamed bun when you come back in the morning, I'll have a treat."

"Adults have worked hard, pay attention to rest."

Mo Qian was at the front of the team, and when he heard everyone's words, he greeted them with a smile, turned his head and said to the people behind him in high spirits, "What is our goal?" ”

"Serve the people of Ningyuan County."

"Boom", the person behind said neatly.

"What is our goal?" Mo Qian continued to shout.

"Pledge allegiance to His Majesty Daqi." Still answered passionately.

Mo Qian was satisfied: "What is our highest ideal? ”

The people behind the "......" were stunned, and their footsteps couldn't help but be stunned.

"Huh?" Mo Qian glanced back suspiciously.

I saw that their faces were full of entanglement, and under the gaze of Mo Qian's eyes, they finally closed their eyes and shouted out in shame.

"Mo County Ling is the most handsome!"

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When Mo Qian took them back to the county office, it was already about eight o'clock in the morning, and a group of sweaty people had just walked into the yamen, and a government official came up to them, "My lord, the carriage is ready, when will it leave?" ”

"Okay, let them go back and rinse first, and we'll leave in half an hour." Mo Qian commanded.

As a county order, it is a very important responsibility to persuade farmers to teach mulberry.

Ningyuan County is also located in the south of Daqi.

In previous lives, it was a subtropical monsoon climate, and rice could be harvested twice a year.

It's July, and it's time for the second round of planting.

Therefore, Wang Yan, the chief bookkeeper, arranged this visit to the countryside to inspect the planting situation of various villages in the county, which is equivalent to the county magistrate in the previous life going to the countryside to investigate.

The main purpose is not to guide anything, but to give the people an incentive role. (To be continued)