As soon as the chubby little mole started working from side to side, its claws flew together, a passage dozens of feet long was dug out in a short time.
Qiu Ping watched from the side, but he secretly admired it in his heart.
It seems that we have underestimated the creatures in the East. The moles are capable of digging holes, but they are not as good as our loaches.
"In the future, we will have to recruit more temporary workers like that, get less, and work very hard."
After all, the area of the three southwest prefectures is vast. If we want to dig out a ground network covering so many prefectures and counties in the east, can the time be calculated in years?
Therefore, temporary workers must be found, and the cost of hiring a mole is one-fourth of that of a normal loach soldier. Then you can find any excuse and apply for a batch of funds, and the account can be settled.
The most important thing is that temporary workers don’t need to be established, and they don’t take up Shinto quotas. So what a cost-effective deal.
Qiu Ping smacked his lips, wondering if that plan was feasible, and asked the little mole to introduce all his relatives and friends.
If the little mole now gets a wisp of incense every month, then others will be paid half a wisp of incense, and if they are willing to work, they will get a meal.
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"Prince, things are different now. When we enter the land, we should be careful.
In the clouds above Qingzhou, there are rolling waves outside, and eight sea horses are pulling a chariot, moving quickly through the water with lightning speed.
Outside the chariot, an old man wearing tortoise shell and a mustache was exchanging words with the young man next to him.
The young man, wearing a golden robe, with two horns on his forehead, looked very mysterious. But at this moment, his brows contained evil spirits, and he was obviously in a bad mood.
"Turtle-like, he is bright red."
The young man nodded, suppressing the dissatisfaction in Dongwai's heart.
If Qiu Ping were not here, he would naturally recognize that this young man is Ao Cang, the Thirteenth Prince of the East China Sea.
Ao Cang was upset in his heart. He was not the thirteenth prince respected by the East China Sea, but a few months ago, the former dynasty's son Long Sun suddenly raised a new banner and went out of the East China Sea.
Although Donghai tried its best to suppress it, it turns out that the more they hit the wrong side, the stronger they became. Even if they deployed several of Donghai's Immortal-level high-legs, they had no effect. Instead, an old crab among the rebels killed one of the high-legs, causing his own side to suffer heavy losses.
Morale plummeted.
At that critical moment, his father, the Dragon King of the East China Sea, could not suppress his injuries and was in seclusion. The other dragon clans of the three seas asked for help, but there was a fire in the backyard and they were too busy to take care of themselves.
At that time, the Meiling King of the Human Shinto agreed to send troops to assist Donghai, but at no cost. He asked Donghai to send some real dragons to the land to serve as Shinto officials.
Although Donghai seriously suspected that the remains of the mysteriously missing Suiguan Emperor were stolen by Shinto, they had no evidence, not to mention that at the moment Donghai was facing foreign troubles, no one wanted to provoke a powerful enemy.
There was no other way, so they had to agree to Shinto's request.
He sent some of the [Holy Fetus] and even the true dragons from the Edom realm to enter the land. Ao Cang also sent one of the true dragons.
Any true dragon in the [Yuan Shen] realm cannot be the backbone of the Dragon Clan, nor can it be the main force in destroying the rebels. Naturally, they cannot leave the East China Sea, so they can only look for those juniors.
"Prince, we are here."
The waves in the sky stopped, the tail of the seahorse pulling the cart swung, and they all fell to the ground.
"Prince, the world is barren and spiritual essence is lacking. It was a hard time for you during that time. Once we quell the rebellion, we will take you back as soon as possible."
Turtle Xiang looked at the low thatched house, the dusty road, and the palm-sized pond in front of him, and he couldn't help crying.
The Thirteenth Prince grew up in fine clothes and fine food, how could he endure such hardships?
Is King Mingling really cruel? Since he invited our prince to be an official, how could he be granted a title in such a remote place?
When I get back, I have to ask someone to bring a message to King Minngling, or at least find another job.
"There is a passage between the two realms ahead, let's get there quickly." Ao Cang didn't think so. Although the situation in front of him was a little worse, he would go to Abi Hell to serve as a transport envoy, and then he would live in the Yin City, and
No, I live in a thatched house.
Turtle Xiang wiped the corners of his eyes, then the waves piled up, and the chariot continued to move forward.
They soon stepped into the passage between the two realms, the chariots and chariots rushed quickly, and they arrived in the Yin City in a blink of an eye.
Against the black and red background, the continuous Yin City crawls like a giant snake on the flat and desolate plain.
Where the city gate is, the name of [Ninth Transportation Department] suddenly pops into view.
Although that city is far inferior to Dragon Palace, it is still much better than that remote rural area.
Just as he took off the sedan chair and walked out of the passage between the two realms, a banner was suddenly pulled up in front of him, with the words "Abi Hell Welcomes You" written on it.
Then, groups of little loaches with dull eyes and silly expressions on their faces walked up with their heads held high, waiting for the inspection of the new officials.
Seeing that scene, Ao Cang's head actually felt a "buzzing" sound, and the deepest string in his brain was pried.
His body trembled slightly, and everything he saw was like a loach.
Loach, loach, no loach...
He suddenly felt like the world was spinning.
"We sincerely welcome the transfer envoy to take up his post. All our colleagues in the Ninth Transfer Department in the east are waiting here." Judge Cui, who was tall and wore a half-red mask on his face, walked forward at this moment and turned to Ao Cang respectfully and said.
.
"welcome!"
A group of loach soldiers started beating gongs and drums with great enthusiasm, but no sound could be transmitted in Abi Hell. Ao Cang saw the group of little loaches beating like a bunch of fools.
Ao Cang twitched the corner of his mouth. What the hell is that? Did he poke a loach into the loach's nest? Very likely, whose shrimp soldiers and crabs will be taken over by loaches? Does that thing have combat effectiveness?
Of course, he soon realized that loaches were not only capable of fighting, but also very ferocious.
Whether he met them in [Wan Loach Garden] or this time in [Shuiguan Disaster Relief Conference], they were all fierce.
Ao Cang nodded stiffly. He had already made up his mind. After he officially took office, he would be sure to replace all those loach soldiers with his cronies.
Otherwise, how can we manage the transportation department well if we stay with those loaches all day long?
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"What? There are officials here asking Dong to come and inspect?"
Ao Cang had just taken control of the power of the transshipment envoy when he heard Cui Fan brought him a piece of news.
He looked a little uncomfortable. He had always respected the noble Thirteenth Prince of the Dragon Palace since he was a child, and now he was asked to serve them with humility, and he couldn't pull that look off his face.
"According to the rules, would you like to come out to greet me? The [Titing Department] is the senior yamen of our transportation department, and the [Zhuolongguan Tifting] is also your direct official. If it makes the official dissatisfied, I'm afraid
There will be problems with the assessment."
Judge Cui now transformed into a newbie's assistant, teaching Ao Cang, the newbie in the officialdom, how to cope with the things in the officialdom.
If it doesn't pass, and Ao Cang himself doesn't care about Nao Shizi's evaluation and can't do well in the transshipment department, he can go back to the East China Sea to become the prince and inherit such a great family business.
But if Ming Donghai is in crisis, Ming Ling King needs to intervene. If he is not willing to cooperate, I am afraid that the situation in the East China Sea will continue to deteriorate.
"What should he do?"
Ao Cang took a deep breath and clenched his legs slightly, but he did not refuse to compromise with reality.
A smile appeared on Judge Cui's face, and he patted his legs gently, and then the loach soldiers rushed in holding a tray.
A banner is placed on the pallet.
【Abi hell welcomes you】.
Qiu Ping walked out of the passage between the two realms with a swollen belly and a square step.
He looked forward at a slanted angle of forty-five degrees. Although every plant and tree in front of him was familiar, it still felt like he had lived there for many years.
After being apart for several months, when I came back, my mentality was already different.
I had been greeting them before, but now it was finally my turn to be the leader. That feeling...
It’s really, really cool!
Little Loach looked up at the banner at the door, and felt a sense of emotion in his heart. Could he be an old actor?
"I've seen... I've seen..."
Among the crowd, Ao Cang was originally preparing to welcome his boss according to Judge Cui's instructions.
But when he saw that it was Qiu Ping, his words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say a single sentence.
He looked around and then looked ahead. There were loaches everywhere, which made him feel even more uncomfortable and dizzy.
"I have seen Master Tiju. Master Tiju will enjoy immortal blessings forever, and his life span will be as long as the heavens!"
At this moment, a high-pitched voice came from the east to his right.
Ao Cang saw a mouse the size of a palm, bowing its body with a flattering smile on its face and delivering a welcome speech in a loud voice.
The little mouse's body is almost touching the ground, and its buttocks are raised high. The more respectful you are, the more disgusting it will be.
Ao Cang felt a chill in his eyes.
"Huh? My name is... Qu..."
"Little God Qu Jingjing. Just call him Xiao Qu. I used to work for your old man as a servant." The little mouse was very discerning and hurried to get closer and said.
"Not bad, not bad. Little Qu is a good seedling. Our Shinto needs a group of young and energetic gods." The little loach looked around and saw no one answered, so he stretched out his legs and patted the little mouse on the head.
shoot.
The shrew's neck was wet with fluid, its face was red and its ears were red, and its body was trembling slightly, as if it had received a great honor.
"The little god is willing to do his best to lift you up!"
He assured loudly that as a member of a bureaucratic family whose ancestors had been serving as officials outside the Shinto system for generations, he had some insight.
Qiu Ping nodded. It seemed that the little shrew was a bit unqualified to be a B-level resource point. He had to be promoted to the first level again, at least to the seventh level.
Only in this way can he continue to control the [Ninth Transportation Department].
After all, it is your base camp, so you can't lose it.
"Hey, that young man looks new to me, what kind of job does he have?" Qiu Ping took a few steps forward, as if seeing Ao Cang for the first time, and asked curiously.
Ao Cang clenched his fists, and his face turned red and blue. Last time at the [Shuiguan Disaster Relief Conference], he had just been beaten by the loach in front of him, so he forgot about himself in the blink of an eye?
"Dongguan...the transfer envoy of the Ninth Transfer Department...Ao Cang, I have seen Mr. Tiji...the...sir."
Ao Cang had never been so angry in his life. Please consider sending someone to Lidong. Please kill that loach in Bu Nao. He was really mad.
"Oh, it turns out that if you are a stammer, our Shinto selection of officials is becoming more and more casual."
Qiu Ping's gentle words made Ao Cang so angry that he begged to vomit blood.
Love the loach!
"Can you please follow his admission method and simulate the imperial examination in the human world? First take the written test to test your merit. Then take the interview to see how you look and what you say."
"We Shinto shepherds and hunts all the people, so we should be more cautious in selecting officials and candidates."
Qiu Ping was talking casually, but as a leader, he always wanted to give some opinions that were relevant or not, so as to reflect Yidong's own sense of existence.
His words were not intentional, but they made Judge Cui next to him feel moved.
Although the imperial examination had already started in the human world a hundred and twenty years ago, there has never been such a measure in Shinto. At most, it is possible to mark some reading seeds in advance and extradite them to Shinto after their death.
Well, what Qiu Ping just said provides a new way of thinking for Shinto.
"Sir Tiju, in the Shinto, most spirits are born ignorant, and most of them can't even write their names. If the assessment is not started, I am afraid that not many people in this county can pass."
Judge Cui bowed slightly and asked his doubts.
"Then let the little monsters go to school to study after imitating private schools in the world? Anyway, after the monsters become spiritually enlightened, their innate wisdom is no weaker than that of human children. Please tell them that they can become officials after studying. There must be many parents forcing the little monsters to do so.
Come and study.”
"Besides, it's not up to us to decide what to teach in the school. Not only can we teach magic, we can also teach morality, benevolence and righteousness, even if we teach the wrong Shinto and loyalty. Only when they are unified at the ideological level can they truly
Be of the same mind as our Shinto.
"Please tell him, if we don't arrest the thought position, they will occupy it... Uh-huh..."
Little Loach casually said that since he had already entered the establishment, he didn't have to worry about the exam, so he just dug holes for his juniors.
No, he didn't finish what he said, his mouth suddenly became mushy and he couldn't get out a single word.
"Okay, no need to say any more. This matter is planned for me. Give me a chance then."
A voice echoed in Qiu Ping's mind. When he recovered, he found that he could shut up.
Who! Who just plotted against him?
The little loach was talking happily when someone suddenly pinched her mouth, and she was not happy at all.
"Sir Tiju is really a talented person. With just a few words, he gave him some guidance. If this method is not really feasible, there is no way it will increase his luck in Shintoism in the future."
"No, Ming Yue's words are very important. Please don't pass them on to outsiders."
Judge Cui spoke respectfully. Although he seemed to be shutting up with Qiu Ping, he was actually secretly warning the others that Mingyue's words should not be spread.
Although Qiu Ping's method seems simple, if it is really implemented, it will definitely bring the Tiandong people, ghosts, and monsters back to their hearts, and make the foundation of Shinto deeper.
Being wrong about Shinto has a huge impact.
The little loach's eyes were a little confused. What did he just say? Did he say a few words about the train? Is it that exaggerated?
It’s not like what he proposed is something shocking to the world, so isn’t there already an imperial examination in the world?
Qiu Ping couldn't understand it.
However, he himself is not a rough person, so when he encounters such incomprehensible things, he jumps directly over them.
Anyway, he remembered very well that the voice in his head promised him an opportunity.