For the first time, the boy left the newly renamed Zhongxing City and went to a small village a dozen miles away. This small village was simply and crudely named "Twelfth Village" on the map drawn by the fugitive court.

Originally, a nerd like himself would not get the opportunity to go to the countryside to become an official with these "rough people", but Zhu Youlang felt that most of the people who dared to be so bold in reading Confucian books all day long were probably a material that could be made. So, the boy was stuffed into the team to go to the countryside.

The boy had never traveled so far, and although his mother gave him a brand new pair of cloth shoes when he went out, he was unfortunate enough to wear out the soles of them, so the blisters soon broke out on his feet.

"Take it!" Zheng Dashi, the acting village chief who traveled with him, took out a brand new pair of straw sandals from his baggage. "Wear this."

The boy took the straw sandals and put them on his feet awkwardly. "Thank you."

In this era when there was no rubber, tougher straw sandals were more suitable for walking in such rotten ground. The boy endured the pain and finally did not fall behind.

Wisps of smoke rose in the distance, and we were about to reach our destination. The soldiers escorting them tightened their grip on their weapons and raised their alert.

It's the slack season, and there is not a single person in the field next to the village, only the stubble of the harvested crops is left in the field. Occasionally, people who were active at the entrance of the village saw dozens of soldiers walking in the distance, and they were so frightened that they hurriedly ran home.

Sure enough, the roads in the village were empty.

"What should I do?" Everyone looked at each other.

"Liu Xiucai," Zheng Dashi said with a smile. "Walk with me and shout for the old man to come out. If you can't say it, kill them all. ”

"My name is Liu Kanshan, not Liu Xiucai." The young man seriously "corrected his mistakes": "Wait, you said kill them all?" ”

Zheng Dashi ignored him, but shouted in Burmese, which was quite proficient: "The old man in the village came out to speak, and if he didn't come out, he would kill someone!" ”

"The old man in the village came out to speak, and if he didn't come out, he would kill someone!"

After only shouting twice, Liu Guanshan heard a door open at the entrance of the village, and an old man on crutches and his teeth had lost his teeth came out: "Xiao Lao'er is the oldest person in this village, fifty-three this year." If you want the village to entertain, you can say anything. ”

"The city has been returned to the Ming Dynasty, and from now on, this place is the territory of the Ming Dynasty. I am a village official sent by the Ming Emperor, and I am in charge of your village. ”

The old man was surprised for a moment, and then his face returned to calm. "Little Lao'er has seen the village chief." Although this old man didn't know what the Ming Dynasty was, nor did he know what the emperor was, it was indeed visible that there were so many soldiers in his hands. If it's a robber, he'll be beaten away soon, and if he can't run away, isn't it the government?

"Good. Call all the men in the village out, I have something to say. Zheng Dashi asked two soldiers to "escort" the old man to go door-to-door to call people. He stood at the entrance of the village and arranged for the soldiers to disperse to the "traffic artery".

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Zheng Dashi said to Liu Guanshan: "Liu Xiucai, it's time for you to say the following words, I am a rough person, and I don't speak very well." ”

Liu Kanshan replied and said the things he wrote down in Zhongxing City as popularly as possible. But looking at these people's wooden eyes, Liu Kanshan suspected that they didn't understand a word, he was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and he didn't know what to say, so the two sides stared at each other with such big eyes.

"What, what. These people don't seem to understand what we're saying. ”

"What a useless scholar!" Zheng Dashi looked helpless. "Okay, okay, then let's not talk about it, wait for the team!"

The so-called task force is similar to the land reform task force of later generations. However, in this era, the work was naturally greatly simplified - the countryside under Zhongxingcheng was similar to serfdom, the serf owners had been slaughtered by the Ming army, and the rest of the natural villages were all serfs.

It's easier said than done, not to mention satellite maps in this era, even an ordinary map is the same as a landscape painting. It is too much trouble to ensure the accuracy of the land area count. Even if Zhu Youlang had people copy dozens of math manuals and send them out, it would only allow them to barely get started---- and after counting the land area before spring ploughing, they could go to the land temple to burn incense.

Not only the village where Zheng Dashi and Liu Kanshan are located has encountered this kind of problem, but other villages are also similar. Losing the happy link of beating the landlords, the villagers look at them like aliens. In this case, disrupting the field redistribution is the only way.

"Liu Xiucai, don't get rid of the yellow book!" Zheng Dashi greeted Liu Guanshan on the donkey, and the donkey was naturally "borrowed" from the villager's family.

"No, it won't!" After staying in the village for almost ten days, Liu Guanshan also learned to speak as loudly as the people in the village. Before, he always felt that speaking loudly was a sign of unculture, but when he came to the countryside, he realized that if he didn't "make a loud noise" in the countryside, other people wouldn't be able to hear what you said from dozens of steps away.

"Drive!" Liu Guanshan gently whipped the donkey's back with a whip, and the thin donkey, who had been working all day, trotted obediently. Liu Guanshan tightly held the yellow book that counted the household registration data of the whole village with his arm, if he accidentally lost it, this time would be in vain.

Riding a donkey is naturally faster than walking, setting off in the morning and returning to the city before noon. Liu Guanshan rode the donkey to the door of the house, and went to the county office to hand over the yellow book first. It is said that it is the county office, but in fact, it is just the gatehouse of the palace, and the county government officials are only one county order---- and even the county order is not a serious jinshi background, but an officer with a higher level of education was selected from the army. Zhu Youlang wrote him a manual and asked him to "do things according to the rules" first.

Liu Guanshan knocked on the small door of the concierge and walked in, only to see that the county magistrate who had made a cameo appearance was spreading out the manual given to him by Zhu Youlang in front of him, obviously looking at it just now.

"Xiaguan Liu Kanshan, deputy head of the twelfth village. I came to hand in the yellow book. Liu Guanshan took out the yellow book from his baggage.

The county magistrate took the yellow book and flipped through it, and praised: "You are really neat in your work, after so many days, your twelfth village is the first to hand in the yellow book." ”

"How can it be said that it is Lisuo, these foolish people, they can't even understand what we say, and it took a long time to finally get one thing done."

"This is what you don't know, since I was a child, I haven't seen the village, there will be officials, only the tax collectors come to the village. If you can be an official in the village and do things, you can be considered a good official. ”

"Xiaguan Xie, Lord praise!" Hearing the county master's praise, which sounded very reasonable, Liu Guanshan couldn't help but be a little excited.

"Those who can work hard, I heard that Deputy Village Chief Liu is a talent, so let's help the official explain it, Your Majesty's manual." If the leader praises you in the workplace, he will often immediately "add a burden" to you.

Looking at the wrinkled smile on the county master's face, Liu Guanshan had no choice but to suppress his thoughts about his relatives and be a master who didn't want money for the leader.