The Great Seminary

Chapter 51: Reserve Sage King

As dawn approached, the wind and rain became more severe.

Zhang Gui didn't expect Song Huawen to be so greedy for life. He laughed dryly and pulled him up from the ground.
"Mr. Song, I have always respected the elderly and the virtuous.

Besides, in our True Dragon Country, everyone is equal. Unless in special circumstances, there is no need to perform such a grand ceremony as kneeling.

I also believe in the philosophy of governing a country where 'the holy emperor rules with ease, and the ministers regulate yin and yang'.

Another way to put it is running the country.

In a country, the emperor is the boss and the prime minister is the chief manager.

The emperor usually does not take care of state affairs and only decides major policies, while the prime minister manages daily state affairs.

Of course, I can’t be called the ‘Holy Son of Heaven’ now, and you are not the Prime Minister, but that’s what I mean.

The army is commanded by me personally, and is usually under the charge of Sang Gui, the head of the "Training and Weaponry Department".

Our True Dragon Nation will implement a 'universal military service system'.

Citizens between the ages of eighteen and thirty-five are obliged to serve for eighteen months, during which time they will receive preferential pay.

Of course, the age structure of domestic citizens is special now, so it is impossible for them all to serve in the military.

Therefore, a lottery system is adopted, with one in ten winning.

This matter is hosted by the military, and you, the civil affairs department, will cooperate.

In a while, I will grant all officials of a certain rank the method of 'transformation and longevity'.

Those serving in the military will also be granted transformation skills in batches.

Don't be anxious.

In addition, the judicial system will be composed of the Supreme Court to hear cases, the Supreme Court to bring public prosecutions, and the Ministry of Public Security to ensure public safety.

The first two yamen will operate independently, and I will arrange Kuilongji and Xiongshana from the Stone Corpse Army to be in charge.

The Weimin Division belongs to the administrative hierarchy, with Wei Huya as the head of the division and is under the management of Song Gongni.

You may not understand some of my choice of words and sentences.

It's ok.

I wrote a booklet explaining the usage of vernacular Chinese, you can learn from it.

I also gave written instructions on temporary arrangements for the new citizens' food, clothing, housing and transportation.

In addition, we, the True Dragon, govern the country by law.

There is criminal law for crimes, civil law for managing the people, tax law for collecting taxes, election law, administrative law, and so on for how to be an official.

Especially the election law. The practice of me temporarily appointing officials now is a special matter in the early days of the founding of the country.

When the national situation stabilizes, all leaders from the central government to the local levels must be elected directly or indirectly by citizens and replaced every few years.

Of course, the court must also have long-term officials, who will be selected through the imperial examination system.

Those who passed the imperial examination and became officials could no longer be elected as officials, so they could only take care of one of the two.

This is all for later.

It will not be implemented in the short term, everyone just wants to know about it.

In short, all the laws were created by me alone behind closed doors, and they are still very imperfect.

So I compiled all the dharmas into a book, printed 20,000 copies and stored them in the warehouse.

I will send one copy to each person later.

We don't do the "if the law is unknowable, then the power is unpredictable" approach.

We are 'what is not prohibited by law is permitted'.

If the law is not perfect, it will be improved gradually, and everyone can participate and offer suggestions.

Finally, the calendar.

Tomorrow is the first day of the Ming Song Dynasty, which is also the first day of the first month of the 'Shenlong Year'.

The next twelve months were slightly different from the Ming and Song dynasties.

Some are thirty days, some are thirty-one days.

A week consists of seven days, with work from Monday to Saturday and rest on weekends.

I also printed 20,000 calendars and will distribute one to each person later.

In addition, we divide the day into twenty-four hours instead of twelve hours.

One hour is divided into sixty minutes, and one minute is sixty seconds.

I have prepared a mechanical watch worth 20,000 yuan that can tell time. I will give it to each of you one yuan later.

Also, the working hours are limited to eight hours a day, which is mandatory.

Only 'self-employed' people, that is, those who employ their own employers, can work overtime.

We have the support of the miraculous object "Heavenly Creations", which can definitely make life better for the people.

Of course, we cannot raise a group of social parasites who just eat and wait for death. You must grasp the right measure, Mr. Song.

I'll grant you administrative privileges for 'The Exploitation of the Works of Nature' shortly, and you'll be in charge of it from now on. In short, Duke Song, you regulate yin and yang, and I'll manage the administration.

Our population is only about 10,000, so your talent is totally wasted.

But a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and it is very important to get the governance model right at the beginning…”

He talked on and on for a long time, talking about everything he thought was important.

Zhang Gui patted the shoulder of Song Huawen, who was lost in thought, and smiled at Old Sang Gui. He used the elemental rules and divine power to teleport back to Mushroom Valley.

Looking up, I saw that the wind and rain were gradually subsiding and the east was slightly brighter.

Zhang Gui had a look of regret on his face, thinking to himself, "It's over. I wasted time by talking too much."

He flew hurriedly towards Pingyang Town.

After rushing for a long time, I finally returned home before the distant relatives and neighbors who were staying up all night went out to pay New Year's greetings.

The copper brazier that had been burning hot in the tile-roofed house was now only warm.

Zhang Gui dried his body, climbed onto the bed, and finally relaxed.

After a night of running around, killing people and robbing, winning over people to establish a country, and arranging political strategies, he was physically and mentally exhausted after the excitement.

Soon after my head hit the pillow, I started yawning.

At this time, the door was gently pushed open.

Yang Duojie walked in quietly.

Seeing Zhang Gui already lying on the bed, her frown relaxed and she asked in a low voice, "Gui'er, you're finally back.

I didn't close my eyes the whole night, paying attention to what was happening in your room.

I'm afraid your aunt and cousin will find out, so I can't come over.

What on earth have you been doing, you damned brat? Why don't you confess the truth?"

Zhang Gui opened his eyes and said weakly:
"Em, I really don't have any energy at the moment.

Let me sleep for a while, and I'll tell you when I'm full."

Seeing her son's haggard appearance, Yang Duojie felt distressed and overwhelmed her anger.

She kept nagging, “What’s the point of having a disobedient child?

He only makes people angry, not filial.

Just wait, you naughty kid, mom will make you a bowl of noodle soup with "Xiashanhu".

Eat something hot before you go to sleep." Then she went out to prepare breakfast for the child.

"Xiashanhu" is a local slang in Pingyang, which refers to the leftover food from the banquet.

People who are particular about this kind of thing don't eat it.

But Zhang Gui started from scratch in his previous life, and was naturally not particular about food and drink expenses.

All my life, I was raised by my mother who sold stinky shrimp paste, and I was never picky about food or clothing.

It was like this when we were poor, and it is no different now.

After a while, Yang Duojie walked into the house carrying a large bowl of soup noodles with difficulty.

Zhang Gui hurriedly stood up and took it, mixed it with chopsticks and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

The mixed basket of pork head, pork elbow, and boneless lamb is steaming hot and full of flavor.

Seeing his son eating happily, Yang Duojie finally smiled, touched Zhang Gui's head and said:
"Eat slowly, eat slowly, no one is taking it away from you.

Aren't you going to dominate the world? How come you enjoy eating people's leftovers so much? "

Zhang Gui raised his chopsticks and said, "Mom, I heard a story.

In ancient times, there was an emperor who asked craftsmen to make chopsticks for him out of ivory.

As a result, his virtuous ministers were deeply worried when they learned about it.

It is believed that if chopsticks are made of expensive ivory, then in order to match them, ceramic cups and plates cannot be used, and they must be replaced with exquisite utensils made of fine jade.

If you use jade plates and bowls, you can no longer eat beef and mutton, and you have to enjoy delicacies from mountains and seas such as dragon liver and phoenix marrow.

After enjoying fine food, people would pursue silk and satin, and then start building palaces.

The country will gradually fall into chaos.

So I will never dislike the 'descending tiger'.

And I will tell my descendants in the future that even after I became successful, my mother still gave me "descending tiger" to eat and taught me the virtues of an emperor.

May your virtue be remembered for generations to come."

Yang Duojie was stunned after hearing this, and after a long while, he murmured:
"My son, your mother is a fake virtuous woman, but you could become a wise ruler.

Is Zhang Siwei of the Pingyang Zhang family, the Yuanzu patriarch of my Shishi tribe, such an outstanding figure!

Otherwise, how could she give birth to a child who spoke strangely and only loved to eat pig heads a year ago, and then gave birth to a child who looked so great a year later?

(End of this chapter)