After the fall of the six border states, although the imperial court successively issued edicts to the states to march north, there were few responders.

The lives of the people in the border have not been affected by the situation at the border gates, and the only people who need to worry are the displaced people who are spreading with the disaster.

Just as Xiao Jiu was planning how to use this gap to plan for the future, a middle-aged man dressed as a Confucian was riding a donkey and preparing to enter Lingshui County.

"Stop."

Outside Xiaogang Village, a Lingshui County militia stopped a middle-aged man riding a donkey.

"Master Jun."

The middle-aged man showed the merchant's philistine and saluted the militia in front of him.

But the militia on the other side didn't appreciate it, and said coldly: "Name, hometown, what are you doing in Lingshui County?" ”

Then he said: "Also, I'm not a military master." ”

"I'm Gou Sheng, the captain of the militia brigade in the jar village, you can also call me Captain Gou."

Hearing this, several big question marks popped up on the middle-aged man's head.

"Dog leftover, is that what someone called?"

"And the militia captain, what is it?"

Although I had doubts in my heart, I couldn't say it, so I had to honestly report my identity.

He was then denied entry.

The reason is also very simple, now that there are many displaced people, in order to prevent thieves from entering the country, only poor people with women and children are currently accepted to take refuge in the family.

Listening to the militia Gou Sheng's detailed words, the man became more and more curious about this Lingshui County.

He understands the refusal to allow the entry of the victims, but what can he do if he accepts women, children and children into the country?

Now he really wanted to enter this mysterious Lingshui County to see what kind of person was in charge of it, but the militia in front of him stopped him to death.

Looking at the militia captain Gou Sheng and the unkind eyes of the militia on the side, the man who was worried about being beaten could only give up.

Just as he was about to turn back, a voice stopped him.

"Sir, wait."

The man followed the prestige and saw a young man in plain clothes waving to him from afar.

And the militiaman Gou Sheng also moved out of his position at this time and motioned for the man to step forward.

"Sir, but you're from Jizhou?"

"Mr. I look at the dress appropriately, isn't there civil unrest in Jizhou?"

Before the men could reach him, the young man questioned him.

The middle-aged man identified himself and stated what he saw and heard on the road one by one, including one or two comments.

Listening to the middle-aged man's well-founded words, the young man also aroused a trace of interest, stepped forward and whispered a few words to the militia Gou Sheng and took him away directly.

At this time, he was able to enter Lingshui County, and the middle-aged man had doubts about the identity of this unattractive young man.

The middle-aged man's name is Zhou Jin, who was born in a poor family in Jizhou but is full of wealth, and became famous at a young age and became an official in the court.

During his tenure, Zhou Jin saw through the corruption and incompetence of the Daxia officialdom, resigned and returned to his hometown to become a teacher.

For example, if the people are in turmoil and the border passes have fallen, there have been preliminary signs of chaos.

Unwilling to be mediocre, he naturally wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to assist a master to make contributions.

But along the way, the really high-ranking and powerful people never took him seriously, and most of the rebels were short-sighted, so this time he wanted to try his luck in Qingzhou.

But as soon as he arrived in Lingshui County, he was blocked by the previous militia Gou Sheng, thanks to meeting a young man with a good identity.

The young man who brought Zhou into the realm was Li Fu, the eldest son of Li Gui of the Lingshui caravan.

Now Li Fu has begun to gradually learn the management of caravans under the arrangement of his father.

However, it happened that the trade route to Jizhou and Yuzhou could no longer be passed, so he came to Xiaogang Village every now and then to see if he could get some useful information.

At this time, he got what he wanted from Zhou Jin, and after a few words of greeting, he left directly.

However, Zhou Jin was curious that he was not like a person in the army, but he could take people in and out at will, and couldn't help but ask out loud.

Li Gui was just a sentence about his father Li Gui, so he easily prevaricated, leaving only the confused Zhou Jin riding a donkey and looking around unhurriedly.

After Zhou Jin entered Lingshui County, his heart gradually changed from initial doubts to shock.

Because he has traveled all the way, he has never seen any place so quiet and peaceful as Lingshui County.

Especially when I passed by some villages, the faces of those rural people were not numb to life, and their clear eyes were full of yearning for the future.

Out of curiosity, Zhou Jin entered the village he was passing by and asked some villagers about the customs of Lingshui County.

When he heard the county order that Xiao Jiu divided all the cultivated land in Lingshui County equally, his open jaw was enough to swallow an egg.

The cultivator has his own land, what a simple wish, at this time everything has become a reality in Lingshui County.

Zhou Jin is not the kind of old-fashioned reader, and he knows very well how much resistance there will be if he wants to divide the land equally.

In today's Great Xia, as in any previous dynasty, although the peasants made up the majority of the population, the land was always in the hands of a small number of people.

Everyone knows that distributing land to the poor can win the hearts of the people, but how can those officials in power who are themselves the biggest landlords give what belongs to them to others?

All the things in front of him made Zhou Jin more and more convinced that Xiao Jiu, the county commander, was a virtuous person with a kind heart.

"The mountain bandits are born but can perceive the aspirations of the people, and their intentions must be not small."

Zhou Jin made a conclusion to Xiao Jiu in his heart, and the more he wanted to see this "mountain bandit county order" with his own halo.

Later, Zhou Jin heard that Xiao Jiu had opened a Lingshui School in the county town to let the children of the farmer's family study for free, so he was ready to go to see this holy place in the hearts of the people.

After Zhou Jin walked out of the village, he went straight to the county seat and went to the school.

When Zhou Jin arrived at the county seat, it was already dark, but fortunately, the coil he brought was not looted on the road, and he could find a place to stay at the inn.

At night, Zhou Jin couldn't sleep, and he wanted to see this legendary Lingshui School as soon as possible.

Just as Zhou Jin was losing sleep in the inn, Xiao Jiu in the Yali of Lingshui County was looking at the table full of documents in a daze.

Perhaps because of the lack of knowledge in this era, the difficulty of territorial governance has been infinitely magnified.

Although Lingshui County is only a palm-sized place, it is now in the time of agricultural harvest, and it is necessary to collect tax statistics on the townships and towns under its jurisdiction.

Before Xiao Jiu beat the local tyrants to divide the land, he copied the homes of many landlords and wealthy households.

But after dividing the land equally, almost all of his subordinates were illiterate reckless men.

Xiao Jiu let them farm and cut people, but it was more difficult for them to compile the collected grain into a book than to take their lives.

In the past, the county would collect grain according to the number of people in each village, and most of them were assigned by the county government to the local gentry.

But now that the land has been distributed to the poor, it needs to be accounted for according to the number of acres of cultivated land.

The master in the school still has to teach the children, Xiao Jiu is not ready to use it, and there are only a handful of other candidates who can do this job.

Looking at the flawed final settlement papers, Xiao Jiu had a big head for a while.