Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 420 Wang Ci

Not only does he have ice cubes, but just like the monthly allowance, ice tickets are distributed to the county government according to their ranks, but no one else in the county seems to have such worries.Wu Ya, who had the most negotiations with the thieves in the county, ate and drank in the government office every day.What this old oily man drank was some kind of Langmu wine from the bandit. Wu Ya fell in love with this wine and its strange drinking method after going to Bairen City once, and mixed it with some bubbling sour water , with crushed ice.Sometimes a few mint leaves are added.It is said that it is very comfortable to drink to quench the heat and thirst.He also recommended it to him many times. Wu Mingjin felt that this kind of drinking method, where water and fire intersect, and ice and fire attack each other, is unavoidably incompatible with the way of health preservation. Thank you for not being sensitive.

As for the classic history, it is even more serious, Wu Mingjin thought angrily: I don't know whose official he is working for.Master Dian Shi lived in the government office, and he was always there for the thief's request.It's a joy to be busy in front of the saddle and behind the horse.When the thieves went to Nanbao to open a mine, Dian Shi led the yamen servants all the way to clear the way, busy in front of the saddle and behind the horse, doing paperwork when they said they wanted to do documents, and doing land deeds when they said they wanted to do land deeds.

Why didn't you work so hard in the past!Wu Mingjin thought resentfully.Judging from Dian Shi's family's increasingly generous food and clothing expenses and the fact that every "week" - this is the calculation method of the thieves - they have to go to Dongmen City, the so-called money can make ghosts pervert Really good.

The county's Jiaoyu Wangci is the most upright teacher.Wu Mingjin didn't expect that he would also ask the Kun thief for help.Now the hundreds of acres of school fields outside the west gate have changed hands.He sneaked a few times on the city wall—Xuetian's appearance had changed a lot, which made him both happy and worried. He was happy because he wanted to help Lingao's Wenqi, but he couldn't come up with any money.Now that Xuetian has undergone such rectification, the funding for the county school has been settled.What is worrying is that with this hand, the Kun thief will inevitably intervene among the scholars.

Wu Mingjin didn't care much about the thoughts of ordinary people with mud legs.Although he also knows such words as "the people are more important than the ruler", "water can carry a boat and overturn it", "the people's hearts are against each other", but the attitude of the scholars is what worries him the most. He also has a good impression of the Kun thief, and even has a few treacherous people who betray the famous religion, which is difficult to handle.Although the ancients did not have a clear "ideological" theory, the basic truth is still clear.So he was always worried about that.

Wu Mingjin hadn't read too many historical books, but he always read books like Zi Zhi Tong Jian.Whenever there is a rebellion, once a scholar is involved in it, the poisonous scourge will be a hundred times and a thousand times that of a few mud legs.

Since ancient times, there are many examples of scholars and thieves.It is said that there are quite a few scholars in the false hair—what a gentleman!Wu Mingjin suddenly became alert—would this Wang Jiaoyu also be unable to withstand the temptation of the Kun thief?This is a big deal!Lingao is a small county, and there are no more than [-] students in the county, as long as there are a few scholars who sell themselves to join...

Wu Mingjin didn't dare to think about it anymore. It seems that a scholar has become a thief. It seems that this dynasty has never set a precedent for this.Thinking of this, he was restless, and hurriedly ordered someone to find Wang Jiaoyu.

Wang Ci was coming into the city from outside the west gate at this time——along the way, he sighed from time to time.

He was going to pay homage to Xiaode.A student member of the "affiliated school" in the county has just passed away.As a teacher, this is a must.Fortunately, the Australian road is now well repaired, and the family's house is not far from the main road, so it only took one day to come and go.In the past, I had to go back to the county the next morning.

Although the road is easy to walk, Wang Ci's heart is very heavy.The deceased student was only in his early forties.When he went to offer condolences, the deceased left a pair of orphans and widowed mothers who were very pitiful. The family's situation was very miserable-it turned out that they just relied on opening a private school and taking a few children to study to make ends meet.The tuition money in the county has not been paid out for many years-if he can be subsidized with money and rice, maybe he will not die.

Here in Lingao, the literary spirit was weak, so another one died. Although the quota is empty, someone will be admitted as a substitute, but there are not many scholars in this county...

Generally speaking, in ancient times, anyone who embarked on the road of studying and taking exams would not be in a state of extreme poverty. In rural areas, at least they had to be above the middle peasants.But as soon as a person reads the book, the family loses a strong labor force. If the family has a small population, or encounters some disasters or six diseases, it is easy to fall into a state of poverty.

There are many scholars in Lingao County who are not in a good economic situation.Not only are scholars poor, but those who don’t have tuition and money are even poorer. During the last county examination, many of the students were dressed like beggars. Root seedlings also need to be subsidized.

Naturally, the county couldn't afford any more money, and the gentry's donations were almost used up, and Wang Ci really had no face to go again after asking them too many times.It seems that only after the autumn harvest, the autumn grains in the school fields come down, can I learn more money and rice.Wang Ci thought.

When he walked outside the west gate of the county seat and saw the newly renovated Xuetianzhuang, he would murmur—is his step right or wrong?

In terms of the situation in the field, the appearance of this school field is the best since Wang Ci took office in Lingao. There are green seedlings, neat ridges and canals, and the newly built fences in the garden and the entwined trees are in full bloom. He had never seen such a beautiful pastoral scenery in the school field—all he saw was a large barren field and half-dead crops.

But look at the road that was repaired to the west gate, and the fortress-style house that just stood outside the city gate. This house was built by Australians for the tenants of the school field.The house is very well-built-it is actually a house of bricks and tiles!Wang Ci has been there several times. There are drying yards, toilets, barns and wells inside. Not only are there all kinds of living facilities, but also the layout is reasonable and the convenience of use is unprecedented for him.Of course, there are not only tenants living there, but also long-term workers recruited by Australians from the mainland in batches, and they are also planting school fields.

Although Wang Ci couldn't see what was wrong, he always felt uneasy when he saw this small village standing upright less than half a mile away from the city gate.

Just as I was thinking about it, I met Lu Da on the road, and I saw that the tenant of the school field, Zhuangtou, was pushing a brand new trolley on the newly paved mechanical farming road, and there were two large wooden barrels with sealed lids on the cart.An indescribable smell floated from a distance, a bit like manure but much more pungent.

Seeing Wang Jiaoyu approaching, Lu Da hurriedly stopped the car, stood respectfully by the side of the road and called: "Master Wang."

Wang Ci originally had nothing to say to such a mud-legged person, but he wanted to inquire about the movements of the Australians, so he smiled and said, "Okay, are you sending dung to the ground?"

"If you go back to the master, it's not dung, it's ammonia." Lu Da said.

"An Shui?"

"Yes, it was transported from Bopu. It is used to fertilize the fields. It is said that it is better than feces and bean cakes."

"Is that so?" Wang Ci is no longer surprised by the new gadgets of the Australians.Presumably this is their new gadget.

"How are the crops?"

"Very good!" Lu Da's face blossomed with a smile, "I've been planting fields for decades, and I've never seen such good crops! Amazing!"

Lu Da enthusiastically talked about many new things about Australian farming, some of which Wang Ci had heard of, and some of which he had not.He listened with great interest to the Australians' whimsical ideas and their various novelties.Sometimes I feel curious, and sometimes I am surprised by their grandiose writing.

Wang Ci vaguely felt that the strength of the Australians was not only because of their many "ingenious skills" that he didn't understand, but also because of their execution and courage.

Hundreds of acres of school fields were transformed as soon as they were mentioned, the land was upturned, and all the canals were rebuilt.In just one month, the appearance of Xuetian has taken on a new look - he estimated that if the county came to do it, even if the money and food were abundant, Wu Daling himself would not be able to do it in half a year.As for the road under his feet, it was even more unthinkable.

Not only dare to do it, but also can do it.This made Wang Ci feel sincere admiration.

"You are a scholar who is useless!" Such a sentence suddenly flashed in his mind.Whether it's me, Wu Daling, anyone in the county who has a reputation, who is not a person who has read poetry and books and is familiar with the four books and five classics?Why is it that there are many things to be done and problems to be solved in the county, but they still can't be done?The problem of Guangtian has been in his hands for seven or eight years, and he can't figure it out after much deliberation; Wu Daling has repeatedly called the gentry to solve the bandits and roads in the county, but it has not been solved.

When the Australians came, it seemed as if a typhoon had blown up, and in an instant, everything was wiped out.

Be the first to open up.Wang Ci sighed.He already had a premonition that what Australians do in Lingao is not just in Lingao.

Wang Ci also inquired about the internal affairs of the Xuetianzhuang. Lu Da said that the tenants in the Xuetian, children under the age of 13 were sent to school, and the board and lodging were all paid by Australians. Not only did they eat three meals a day, but even their clothes Daily necessities such as clothes, quilts, and shoes are all provided by them.Babies basically just go with their buttocks open and their mouths open.

"What?!" Wang Ci exclaimed in shock, "They are running a school?"

This greatly stimulated Wang Ci's nerves.As the top leader of the education department of Daming Lingao County, he was worried about the county school every day. This Australian actually started the school quietly--from Lu Da's tone, it seemed that it was running very well!

"Yes," Lu Da looked at him strangely, "Master, don't you know? The little monkey cubs have been studying for several months."

(End of this chapter)