"If the people can't be given a place to live in peace, what if the Eight Banners throw themselves into the Yangtze River to feed Wang Ba!"

Old Zhang Xingshi's appearance of asking guilt made Wang Wu uncomfortable, which was not a style he could accept.

I'm even more unhappy that someone uses the Eight Banners to suppress him.

He can have today, relying on playing the Eight Banners.

Otherwise, can the Ao Bai brothers and Da Yu'er's grandchildren soothe him so much?

"I know that you don't really submit to my Qing Dynasty, but now that you have shaved your hair, you have to do more or less superficial work, right?"

Seeing that Wang Wu, this kid doesn't eat hard, Lao Zhang can only give up his old face and grind.

Jingzhou is a big project, it will definitely not be completed in a year and a half, and the court will not blame it for a longer time and use more silver, but the premise is that the families of the officers and soldiers of the Eight Banners must live in first.

It's like building a house, you should at least lay out the foundation first.

Emptying the city of Han people means laying the foundation.

Without a foundation, it is impossible for the Qing court to agree, nor can it sit idly by.

Wang Wu thought about it, his attitude softened, and he said with a look of embarrassment that it was not that he refused to lay the foundation, but that the imperial court had too little compensation for the relocated households, and there were too few vacant houses in the outer city of Jingzhou that could accommodate the relocated households, and most of the relocated households had to live in temporary wooden shantytowns.

What's going on in this shantytown, don't you know it in your heart?

In summer, mosquitoes and flies fly everywhere and the smell is stinking, and in winter, it is everywhere to breathe, where is the place where people live.

"This is all an expedient measure, and when the imperial court funds are allocated, Jingzhou Mansion will be ordered to build a number of houses."

Lao Zhang has long been familiar with the relevant situation, and he also fully understands the difficulties of the relocated households, and the problem is not that he, the governor, does not want to do things well, but that the imperial court cannot tolerate delays.

That is, the question is whether to relocate or resettle first.

The premise of resettlement is that the house is built for the relocated households to live in, but this is obviously impossible.

Building houses for tens of thousands of households at a time may not be completed in three years.

You can only move first.

In this way, you can only grieve the relocated households first.

"To tell you the truth, this is a good year for the people of Jingzhou to catch up, in other words, ten years ago, there was so much nonsense, and if you don't go to the soldiers, you have to kill people."

"According to what you say, the people of Jingzhou still have to thank Ling Daqing?"

"It's our Daqing."

"I don't care about the Qing Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty, I only know that being an official is not for the people, so it's better to go home and sell sweet potatoes!"

Wang Wu has a tough attitude, he doesn't care how many Eight Banners soldiers come from Yanjing, anyway, if he doesn't settle the relocated households in Jingzhou, it will be difficult for anyone to come.

In order to force Lao Zhang to be soft, he slapped the king on the table: "It's a big deal that I will go back to Maolu Mountain, and I have the ability to call your court and call you Eight Banners to beat me!" ”

Lao Zhang is really helpless, I have never seen such a horizontal general when he grows so big!

Last time, he told himself that if he didn't make a fortune as an official, he might as well go home and sell sweet potatoes.

Compared with Wang Yaowu, everything else is trivial, so I have to ask Wang Wu what he wants.

"It's not what I want, it's what the people want!"

Wang Wu gave three opinions.

First, the housing compensation given by the imperial court to the relocated households was too low, and it should be at least doubled;

The second is to give a monthly subsidy of one or two or three yuan to the relocated households, and mention two or five yuan to the high school.

The third is to give the relocated households double the original residential area of the homestead in the outer city.

Lao Zhang calculated the accounts, and according to 10,000 households, the housing compensation that should be given is about 300,000 taels more, and the rental subsidy is about 200,000 taels more, which is 500,000 taels.

It's a lot of money.

Doubling the amount of land used to build a house is a trivial matter.

With a horizontal heart, he gritted his teeth and agreed first, no matter what, he couldn't let the Eight Banners have no place to live.

Wang Wu put forward an additional condition, that is, to give some actual benefits to the relocated households in relevant policies.

Lao Zhang asked which ones were specific.

Wang Wu said that for example, if there are children studying in the relocated households who take the Xiucai exam, can they be given a first-class promotion, similar to adding points.

The second is that if there are children and talents who have studied but have not worked in the relocated households, can they arrange a job in the yamen of Jingzhou Prefecture and County?

The third is that the relocated households are doing small business in the outer city in order to make a living, or running freight or something, whether the yamen can also give some relevant care.

Probably seven or eight were mentioned.

It is quite a beneficial policy for the relocated households, and it can be done within the scope of Zhang Changgeng's power.

Harmless kind.

"It's all up to you, it's all up to you."

Lao Zhang was anxious to ask Wang Wu to send troops to assist in the demolition of the government, and agreed to it.

"And,"

"And?!"

"Yes, this matter is the most important, if you don't agree, I won't agree."

"Say!"

Wang Wu said, Zhang Changgeng's face turned green, but in the end he gritted his teeth and agreed.

He still understands the urgency of the matter.

The Eight Banners could not enter Jingzhou, and he, the governor of Huguang, had to step down immediately.

So, someone in the crowd of relocated households who surrounded the prefect's yamen suddenly shouted: "Listen to me, the prefect is a Han official, what he said doesn't matter, we have to find the Eight Banners official for this matter!" ”

Someone asked: "Where did we come from Jingzhou with the Eight Banners?" ”

"Yes, why is it gone?"

The man pointed somewhere outside the crowd, "Lord Yaowu, the commander of the Han Army and the White Banner, is in our Jingzhou!" ”

What kind of official is Dutong, the people don't know, but he must be a big official.

Under the word of mouth, the crowd immediately rushed out of the city excitedly, all to ask the Eight Banners King to be the master of the people.

Wang Wu, who was entering the city with his attaché, was surrounded by the crowd on the spot, and in the face of the people's cries and appeals, Wang Wu couldn't help frowning slightly and said to the crowd: "The folks already know what happened to the city, but the construction of the city is a major policy of the imperial court, not something that the city can stop or change, and please go back to the city to negotiate with the magistrate."

The crowd listened to Wang Wu's words, not only did not disperse, but surrounded Wang Wu more tightly, saying that the magistrates didn't care about their lives at all, and it was useless to beg, and now there is no one else in Jingzhou who can make decisions for the people except you, Wang Dutong.

"Ask Lord Dutong to call the shots for the people!"

I don't know who took the lead, so he suddenly knelt down for Wang Wu, and looked from above the city gate in the dark, afraid that there were more than 10,000 people.

"Ask Lord Dutong to call the shots for the people!"

Looking at the crowd kneeling in front of him, Wang Wu's heart was moved, he couldn't ask about it several times, but every time he wanted to speak, he was swallowed by the pleading eyes of the people.

Yes, in this Jingzhou, he Wang Yaowu doesn't call the shots for the people, who else can there be!

Thinking of this, he couldn't help gritting his teeth and shouting: "The Governor is about to go to Jingzhou, and I, Wang Yaowu, will do everything to be the master of this for everyone!" ”

After that, he had to petition the governor on behalf of the people.

Immediately, someone in the crowd raised their arms and shouted: "The king is all for everyone to ask for the governor, everyone can't let the king unify the people to go, all go, all go!" ”

Suddenly, the crowd of black oppressors followed Wang Wu and headed towards the east of the city.

Somewhere in the east of the city, Xu Lin saw that it was almost over, and stepped forward to remind the iron-faced governor: "My lord, it's time for you to appear." ”