Shandong, Yuncheng County.

County magistrate Yan Yingyuan dressed in official uniform, brought ginger soup, and came to the road construction site to inspect. Nowadays, cement roads are being built everywhere throughout the Ming Dynasty, and Yuncheng County is no exception.

A large number of civilian laborers were recruited and employed, and with the support of money, they began to work hard. They dug mountains and blasted rocks, excavated sediment, and built roadbeds.

Although the road construction was planned from the prefectural city, in order to save time and speed up the progress, after the route was determined, the prefect sent the engineering drawing to the county magistrate, and then uniformly started to break ground. As for the money for road construction, it has been approved by the finance department.

The measures were transferred.

"Weidou, how is the project going?" After Yan Yingyuan came to the construction site, he took a look and was very satisfied. It was orderly and orderly. Then he went to chat with Yang Tingshu, Yang Tingshu, the prime minister of Zuoxian County who was responsible for the construction management.

Come.

Of course, he would never admit that Yang Tingshu, who was the on-site construction manager, had a house that was sheltered from the wind.

"It's not bad. The people are very motivated. After all, they have a lot of money and food is included. They work very hard." Yang Tingshu said with a smile.

"That's good, that's good." Yan Yingyuan found a chair and sat down, moving his stiff hands and feet. Road construction is a major job. Although he is not on site, he still has to run around in various ways behind the scenes. The county

The coordination between the various houses, the supply of materials, etc. all need to be nodded by him as the county magistrate.

"It's just that in the next few days, the construction work may have to slow down a bit, and the people will have to go back to spring plowing." Yang Tingshu raised a question.

"That's okay. The government issued an order a few days ago that spring plowing must not be delayed. This is the top priority." Yan Yingyuan smiled and nodded, saying that he didn't need to worry about it.

Using this topic, the two started chatting. The county magistrate deliberately avoided the cold wind under the guise of understanding the project. Yang Tingshu was happy to accompany him. It happened that his friend had left work soon, so he was too lazy to spend the last little time.

Went out to get some air.

"The real hardship is how to collect business tax. It's 10,000 taels a year and 1,000 taels a month. It's really..." While chatting, Yan Yingyuan began to complain.

"It shouldn't be difficult, right?" Yang Tingshu asked doubtfully. He didn't know much about the economy, but he thought that a county in Noda could always collect tens of thousands of taels in tax revenue.

"Oh, you don't know. When did we in Yuncheng collect commercial taxes in the past? Now that we start collecting them, it will cost tens of thousands of taels. I am really worried about this." Yan Yingyuan's face was full of sorrow, "But this one is still fine.

To be included in this year's assessment, not only this, but also the road ahead and the land reform team that has arrived in Jinan are all included in the assessment. I really want to exhaust myself to death."

"Yes, yes, your Majesty really wants people to die, leaving so much work behind." Yang Tingshu agreed with a haha, but he kept guessing the other party's purpose in his heart.

"Yes, there are a lot of assessments this year. Not only these, but also the preparation of the school, the recruitment of teachers, and even the establishment of the Tiandi Temple are all my responsibility." Yan Yingyuan looked like he was in pain, and then suddenly grabbed

Yang Tingshu raised his hand as if asking for help, "Weidou, please save me. Thank you again."

"Your Majesty, your words are serious, your words are serious." Yang Tingshu struggled twice before taking his hand out. But deep down, he had a sudden feeling that he was here for Song Xiance.

He also met Song Xiance by chance. He heard that he had a great reputation in Henan. At that time, he was worried about the construction work of this organization, but the other party took the initiative to ask for help and took over the initial work, so that the construction of the entire Yuncheng County could be completed.

The team was well organized and nothing went wrong.

Obviously, Song Xiance's reputation has spread to the ears of the county magistrate. More importantly, he looks like a Taoist priest. Now that His Majesty respects Taoism and builds the Temple of the Emperor of Heaven, the status of Taoist priests has greatly improved.

, However, after the establishment of the Zongren Mansion, the review of aspects became stricter.

Therefore, Yang Tingshu did not dare to guarantee whether Song Xiance would stay or go, "I can't help much with the county magistrate's difficulties. Taoist Song is just here to help, and other officials can't be driven."

"It doesn't matter, this is a new order from the clan, ordering the Taoist priests who have not yet obeyed the order to worship God Haotian nearby and not to wander again." Yan Yingyuan took out an official document and smiled happily, "As long as Wei Dou is on your side

Just let him go."

"Master Yang." He said that Cao Cao was about to arrive. At this moment, Song Xiance suddenly pushed the door open and entered.

Looking at the immortal Song Xiance with a strange appearance, Yan Yingyuan showed a smile like a wolf grandma, stared at him, and kept looking at him. With him, he has completed another part of this year's assessment, and he can afford it.

After getting a good evaluation, you can be promoted as long as you get one.

However, Song Xiance, who was stared at, suddenly shuddered and had an unknown premonition in his heart. Of course, his premonition was correct. Under the order of the Zongren Mansion, he became the abbot of the Tiandi Temple in Yuncheng County.

Temple blessing. In this regard, his idea of ​​becoming an official was strangled to death before it could be realized.

However, who can predict the fate of life accurately?

Soon, while the three adults were talking about things, the peasants who were constantly digging and building roads finished their ginger soup and began to pack up and go to work.

Among them was a middle-aged man, who looked ordinary and honest, and was dressed in ordinary clothes. He was no different from other people. He had a satisfied expression after a lot of work, chatted and laughed with the people next to him, and walked towards the village.

However, when he returned home, he was startled. He looked carefully at the person sitting in the room, and then shouted in confusion, "Leader?"

"It is this leader." Wang Haoxian, who was sitting upright, nodded slightly.

"I see you, the leader." After confirmation, the middle-aged man seemed to have a different face. He knelt down with a fanatical expression and paid homage.

"Get up." Wang Haoxian nodded and asked the other party to get up. "The work of accepting believers here is going well."

After Xu Hongru's death, his hometown, Yuncheng County, naturally went through some cleaning, but how could this religion thing be thoroughly investigated? After all, there were still many Wenxiang Sect members who remained in Luanzhou.

Wang Haoxian from Zhouzhou was jealous of the power here, so he hired a middle-aged man to take over.

"Master, this..." The man looked embarrassed, which immediately made Wang Haoxian feel bad.

"Is it not going well?"

"Master, it's not only going well, but no one cares about Wenxiang Cult anymore." The man smiled bitterly and said, "The Haotian God, the believer that everyone is thinking about now, is looking forward to being able to divide the fields into households day and night. For this sect,

, almost no one paid attention to it, and even several times, the subordinates almost leaked their identity and revealed the truth. "

"Damn it, I didn't expect it to be the same here!" Wang Haoxian slapped the table and his face was full of anger. He was like this in other counties. Throughout Shandong, as the land reform team arrived in Jinan to plan the division of land to households and the establishment of household records,

Almost everyone started talking about God Haotian.

As for the Innocent Old Mother, no one believes in such things as the Vacuum Hometown. Can the Innocent Old Mother give me some land?

This is true in the counties where the Wenxiang Sect has the strongest influence, which undoubtedly makes Wang Haoxian very frustrated. He secretly asked, "Is the Wenxiang Sect going to be annihilated just now?"

This is really a good joke. A cult has not been eradicated, but has no one to inherit and believe in it, so it just disappears. It is really ridiculous.

Next to him, the middle-aged subordinate looked at the leader's frustrated look and was speechless. In fact, even he didn't want to preach anymore. Life is so good now. There is work in the winter, and the fields will be divided soon. Moreover, the roads are now

With smooth traffic, there are many more traders coming and going, and more people come to buy cloth and raw silk. The people's livelihood is much better than before.

Maybe it would be good to live like this.

Yanzhou Prefecture, Qufu.

At this moment, the Kong family is also holding a clan meeting to discuss the arrival of the land reform team. Kong Yinzhi, the contemporary head of the Kong family, is sitting in the high hall, and the two rows below are the elders of the clan and the heads of each house.

"Let's talk about what to do!" Kong Yinzhi shouted feebly.

The Kong family was also involved in the last killing incident on the street. Of course, their degree was not serious, so after spending some money, they were not implicated. However, they did not wait for how long they were lucky, and Cui Mingji

Led by the North Korean land reform team, they came.

Just a few days ago, hundreds of North Korean officials came by carriage and entered the governor's office in Jinan. The Kong family, which has been deeply rooted in Shandong for generations, got the news quickly, so there was such a meeting.

Anyway, Kong Yinzhi didn't know what to do, and he couldn't make the decision, so everyone had to discuss it.

After he spoke, the following naturally started to discuss, and the buzzing discussion was non-stop. However, after a long time, no one could come up with a decent solution, and instead, the noise gradually became quieter.

"What? Are you all dumbfounded one by one? Stop talking?" Looking at them, Kong Yinzhi shouted angrily.

"I don't have enough knowledge about such a big matter, so it all depends on the head of the family." A kind-faced and doughy boss said with a smile.

"Hey, let me make the decision this time. Why didn't you let me make the decision in the past?" Kong Yinzhi said sarcastically. It's just that the people below can say such things, and they are naturally thick-skinned. His sarcasm has no effect.

"There is nothing I can do!" In the end, Kong Yinzhi sighed helplessly, "King Lu would rather be slaughtered than start a rebellion. Although we are a thousand-year-old family, if we want..." He shook his head at this.

, the meaning is self-evident, if the Kong family started to do it on their own, no one would be willing to follow.

"Damn Imperial Daily." A voice shouted bitterly, "If it weren't for this newspaper and the orders above weren't for us to say whatever we wanted, we would be as passive as we are now. If there was any disturbance in the imperial court, the untouchables below would be

You know everything, and if you don’t follow your instructions, they can still gather together to cause trouble for you.”

After saying this, everyone was silent. Yes, the common people all know that the land is going to be divided. The maids and slaves at home know that they can leave the house to divide the land without paying any price and live a free life. If they rise up to rebel at this time, who will follow?

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In the end, the Confucius meeting ended without any problem and dispersed. In the end, there was no unified opinion.
Chapter completed!