Looking at Dou Yun, who would be wrong, Yang Jia had no choice but to explain: "No, the ancestral assassin will not draw up the county by himself." "Dou Yun and the subordinate officials couldn't help but be curious when they heard it, the officials didn't tie up the candidates, and Zu Ti didn't plan it, so who would be the county commander, it wasn't who wanted to be the one who could be it, right?

"What's going on?" It's not about themselves, although the subordinate officials are curious, they are silent, and the only one who says this can only be Dou Yun, the county order.

"When Yang Jia first came to Qian County, he heard people say that Dou Qing is diligent in politics, persuading the fields to irrigate, and transferring the army evenly, and the people rely on it. Is there such a thing? Yang Jia avoided Dou Yun's questioning and found an irrelevant topic to ask.

Hearing Yang Jia's praise, Dou Yun was not too humble, just smiled and waved his hand: "Xia An Limin, Xia An Limin, I, Dou Yun, can only do some of this." ”

"The Superior King, the Superior Monarch. In his position, seek his government. Dou Qing can do what the people rely on, and Yang Jia admires it to the extreme. Yang Jia secretly sighed that Dou Yun's heroic ambition can be seen. The infinite Danqing hand in the world can't be painted with a sad heart. This is the real reader's heart for the world, worried about the country and the people.

"Since the people rely on it, then Dou Qing, do you think you can be qualified to let the people of Gongxian County choose the county order by themselves?"

"Of course you can!" I, Dou Yun, have been an official for several years, with a clean breeze on my sleeves, dedicated to the people, and dare to say that I am not filial to my mother at home, but I will definitely not be ashamed of the people of Gongxian County. Dou Yun, who had just said the words, immediately reacted to Yang Jia's meaning before and after, and asked nervously: "Mingxin doesn't mean to let the people choose the county order by themselves, right?" ”

Yang Jia nodded and said: "Not only the county order but also the county officials, eighteen officials, and the local people in each village are required to choose by themselves, of course, the scattered officials are not needed!" ”

Just now, when he was still wandering in the world, the subordinate officials of the old monk heard Yang Jia's explanation, and all of them stared at Yang Jia and Zu Jian with worried faces, isn't this? I've never heard of this method of selecting officials.

Faced with the people's top priority for him, Dou Yun asked in detail: "Please tell the star about the specific matters." ”

These Yang Jia all have abdominal cases, and they will tell the story when they open their mouths.

When the time comes, according to the number of votes, the person with the most votes will be in office, and the people in each village can only choose by themselves, and other villages cannot interfere, but the county officials will be elected by several villages in Gongxian County. There are seven counties in the county, a total of more than 1,000 households, the number of households owned by the seven counties is almost the same, about more than 140 households in each county, each household is more than 1,000 people according to seven people, excluding the young people There are more than 800 people, of course, only Zhengding has the right to vote. Organizing a ballot of more than 800 people, Yang Jia is confident that it can still be carried out smoothly.

When Yang Jia said the number of households in the county, the faces of several people present were not very good-looking, if the number of households in the county was more than 3,000 in the peaceful and prosperous times, from the chaos at the end of the Han Dynasty, to the unbridled conquest of the Three Kingdoms, and then to the rebellion of the eight kings of the Western Jin Dynasty, the chaos of the five Hu Hua, the rebellion of Yongjia, and the chaos every year, which directly led to the fact that there is no one in the world, and the people who died in the war are all young and strong men, all of them are productive forces, and they are the cornerstone of the country's prosperity.

After listening to Yang Jia's explanation, Dou Yun, who was seated, felt that it was slightly inappropriate, but he couldn't find anything wrong, and letting the people elect the best officials in their hearts was indeed much better than those 'idlers' who used the officials to play excessively and eat vegetarian meals, but he always felt that this matter did not make sense, so he had to raise an objection: "Mingxin, this matter is not proper, and those who can learn from ancient times have not tried to ask!" This kind of thing needs to be calculated a lot, and you can't rush into it. Moreover, there is some truth in the ancient precept that it does not seek the public. ”

When Yang Jia heard this, his heart that had been calm finally became angry, I can give in to other things, but this thing is absolutely not okay, in the face of his own governance philosophy being questioned, Yang Jia did not let it go: "The past is harmful to the present, and the truth is to be false." The land has been broken for a long time, and the people of all villages know each other, so why can't they vote for officials? Dou Qingmo is not afraid that he will not be re-elected, right? ”

In the face of Yang Jia's irritation, Dou Yun was not angry at all, this kind of agitation did not take Dou Yun to heart at all, I Dou Yun said this all for the political affairs of Xuan County, where is there a trace of selfishness. Looking at Yang Jia, who was unrelenting, Dou Yun could only sigh secretly and nodded.

Since Dou Yun nodded in agreement, Yang Jia took out the notice that had been written in Qian County from his sleeve, handed it to Dou Yun and said: "Please ask Dou Qing to let someone transcribe a few points, and send it to the five counties of Chengfu, Yu, Shansang, Longkang, and Qi in turn, and also send a copy to each of the five villages under the jurisdiction of Hao County." ”

Dou Yun nodded and beckoned to the master Bo on the side, signaling for the master Bo to transcribe, and the Lord Bo who didn't want to cry and mourn refused to come forward, isn't this a way to cut off his life, just a few virtues that he usually deceives and conceals, can the people vote for him? Seeing that the lord was unwilling, Dou Yun immediately shouted angrily: "Don't come soon!" The drinker Bo was excited, and quickly took the notice in Dou Yun's hand, and lay down on the table to transcribe it.

These local county officials are really funny, relying on the fact that their families have land and property, and they are on an errand in the county government, so they deceive their superiors and subordinates and run rampant in the township. Such a big thing even dared to push back, and I didn't want to think that Yang Jia came with a notice, he must have discussed it with Zu Ti a long time ago, and he came here just to inform us, do you really think that he came to discuss with us. You don't transcribe that tomorrow the three thousand armor soldiers stationed in Qian County will hold your neck and ask you to write!

"Dou Qing, let the notice be posted in front of the county yamen for three days, and wait until the old and young in the county are familiar with the election, and then we will start voting for the election." After speaking, Yang Jia and Zu Jian left the table, stepped out of the county office, and rode east.

Going east is naturally for the craftsman, in a few days Jiangdong's 30,000 foot soldiers will arrive, Zu Ti Yang Jia has a headache, 30,000 elite that is a lion pawn, but that is also 30,000 mouths, in the county of Tuntian and the number of taxes in the county of the county is far from enough, it is impossible to let the people increase taxes, this is Zu Ti's promise, that can only be developed to the north of Liang or Peiguo, can only hoard more land. There are also weapons and armor that are in short supply, where can the craftsman group of only two hundred people catch up with the supply and demand of weapons for so many people, craftsmen still have to recruit, the old way craftsmen are still recruited from criminals, slaves, and homeless, and give them the promise of free bodies and the identity of tuntianhu to lure them to become craftsmen, although Yang Jia dealt with a large number of homeless people last time, but the water cannot be clear, there are still homeless people in Qiaojun, and take this opportunity to settle another group of homeless people.

It would be at the end of the afternoon, the sun was setting in the west, and most of the farmers who went out to farm took heavy steps from the field, a large area of land was divided into dozens of square small fields by a slender and long earth dam, and suddenly Zu Lian pointed to a vague farmer in the distance and said strangely: "Mingxin, you see that person has been standing in the field for so long, and he doesn't work or go home, so it's strange." Yang Jia looked in the direction pointed by Zu Lian, and Le's laughter avoided talking: "The monks said that rice is born from the vat. ”

"This novice is also strange, the rice is scooped from the vat, but it is born from the soil." Zu Jian was laughed at by Yang Jia, and retorted a little weakly.

Seeing that Zu Jian was pampered and completely ignorant of farming, Yang Jia had to explain that it was not a farmer, but a scarecrow placed by a farmer in the field to prevent the from spoiling the grain. Zu Jian was so embarrassed by the joke he made that his face turned red and explained that because the sky was a little dark, he was dazzled, but he forgot to ask Yang Jia about the novice.

It is said that the four dynasties of Jiangdong after the Eastern Jin Dynasty promoted Buddhism, which led to the prevalence of Buddhism, and the life in the Buddhist temple became luxurious. ”

The other novice had never seen the rice planters, so he said, "It must have come out of the scoop." ”

The first novice retorted, "Wrong! It is born from the inside of the jar, and I always take a scoop from the jar, and the rice should be born from the jar. ”

However, Buddhism was not as prevalent as in later generations, and the novice's life was not as pampered as it was, and it was still very hard. It was Zu Jian who didn't think that Yang Jia was alluding to his pampering.

Realizing that there was no light on his face, Zu Lian had no time to enjoy the scenery of the fields, so he hurried to the craftsman's residence. Yang Jia had no choice but to speed up.

The hundred craftsmen near the mine in the north of Huixian County were teaching, and on an open flat land, Yang Jia's acquaintance Han Laozhang was standing on a small earthen platform at the very front, talking in his mouth, and constantly gesturing with his hands. And under the sits dozens of young craftsmen who are still lacking in experience.

The young craftsman below sits without a seated figure, with nothing in his hands, and sits on the ground with his legs and buttocks. And the old man Han in front of him didn't look like a pedant, saliva flew in his mouth, and his words were mixed with swearing words from time to time, which caused the young craftsman to laugh.

"After talking about the base part of the catapult, I'll tell you about its most important thing, the throwing handle of this catapult is also made of exquisite, just the handle is thick, you have to choose a thick wood" said that Mr. Han made the action of holding the object, which led to a burst of laughter below, "There is also a long handle and a short tail." When fighting, as long as dozens of people press the tail of the handle together, the stones loaded on the handle can be thrown."

Before Mr. Han's words were finished, he saw someone shouting below: "Why do you want to hug it thickly, can't you hug it halfway?" Saying that, the man also learned from Mr. Han to make a hug motion, and there was a bigger laugh from below.

"! There is no hug thickness, and the stone on the handle body does not talk about throwing the handle and crushing? The angry old man Han shouted loudly.

One person spoke, and immediately more people followed suit.

"Then why is the shank long and the shank tail short? Can't it be the other way around? ”

This question asked Uncle Han's sore spot, how could he know why, so he had to say vaguely: "This is how the ancestors passed down, we can just do this, where are there so many problems." ”

Mr. Han had never been a pedant in a private school, and those young craftsmen did not know how to respect teachers, the scene slowly got out of control, and more and more 'idiot' problems followed, and the anxious Mr. Han broke out in a hot sweat, and the sweat particles kept crossing his forehead and dripping on the yellow earth under his feet.