Upon seeing this, Huang An directly changed the topic to the management of Feng'an City.
"Feng'an City is neither too big nor too small. We may not be able to handle it just with the manpower we have in Xialin Village. Senior sister, do you know how many people the master will send here? Are there any available people?"
Zhao Yan frowned when he heard this.
She bit her head and said:
"Dad said something last night that there won't be many manpower, and they won't stay in Feng'an City."
Zhao Yan's words made Huang An frown.
He pondered for a moment, pursed his lips and said:
"Since there is a shortage of manpower, things will be difficult to handle!"
Without waiting for Senior Sister Zhao to ask, he directly explained the reason.
"The big families in Feng'an City are intertwined. The people from the aristocratic families control the entire Feng'an City. They are all their people inside and outside. Now we have wiped out all the leaders of the big families. Those positions can no longer be left vacant.
People hold office!”
Huang An then explained, with a cold face, he said directly:
"In Feng'an City, the administration is extremely poor, the management is extremely chaotic, and the corruption is even more shocking. The previous managers must not be used again. We need to replace them with our own people!"
Zhao Yan frowned when he heard this.
In fact, her management ability is not weak, and she quickly discovered the difficulty of things.
Junior brother is right.
There is no reliable manpower under the two of them.
Although the Ming Dynasty is said to be the world of the Zhu family, it is also the world of a family, a world of aristocratic families.
These aristocratic families can go up to the court and down to the countryside.
They control the place and are the last and most important line of communication for the imperial court.
Whether it is an order in the court far away in Kyoto or an order in the Lord's Mansion of Feng'an City, these people must be relied on to convey and implement it.
They have unparalleled influence at the grassroots level.
Although Huang An has not been in Feng'an City for a short time, at least half a year has passed, and he still has some understanding of their style.
Especially after he took charge of Xialin Village, he heard more and more things that destroyed his outlook on life.
In the past, he was too lazy to take care of it and didn't have the energy to take care of it, but now, he had to take care of it.
The tentacles of the aristocratic family are too long and too dark.
If you want to firmly control Feng'an City, you cannot avoid these people.
It's not impossible if we continue to use these people.
It even had a huge speed-up effect on their plan to conquer the entire Feng'an City and earn profits.
But in this way, her original intention of going to Feng'an City to become the city lord, gathering all the forces in Feng'an City, and making the most profit went against each other.
Huang An naturally knew this too. He thought about it and frowned:
"The position of this group of people may seem inconspicuous, but it is actually very important. We have to do things in Feng'an City, no matter how big or small, we cannot avoid them! We have to find a way to replace them."
Huang An narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking of Yang Chengwu and the others, and asked tentatively:
"Master, is there anyone you can trust?"
When there was a problem, Huang An immediately thought of asking his master to solve it.
Zhao Yan shook his head, spread his hands, and said helplessly:
"Dad suddenly rose to a high position, and my Zhao family is very small. The only people who can be relied upon are some old people in the martial arts hall in Feng'an City, a dozen people in and outside the village, and some of the disciples that the master has accepted over the years.
But now, they all have corresponding arrangements and cannot spare the manpower to follow us to Feng'an City!"
Zhao Yan had obviously thought about this question and she answered quickly.
Now that the Zhao family is in a period of rapid development, people are needed everywhere. She and her junior brother have almost no helpers.
"Dad said that someone will come to help us in two days. I do know about this.
But these helpers are of very limited help to us. Luo Feiyao took over the position of her second brother and will bring people from the Firearms Department to Feng'an to help us maintain order to prevent the wealthy families in Feng'an City from jumping over the wall.
!
But after all, they are not my father’s people. When the situation in Feng’an stabilizes, Luo Feiyao will go back to resume his life!”
Huang An's eyes lit up at first, then darkened again.
Luo Feiyao?
That young lady with a bad temper?
Really can't be of much help.
The masters have reached the point where they use official tools for private use. It seems that there is really no one left to use them.
This matter is very difficult to handle!
Huang An, who managed half of Xialin Village, fully realized the difficulty of the task assigned to them by their master.
Xialin Village manages less than 1,000 people and has to work hard. How can we talk about a county with 300,000 people?
Moreover, within the county, the various forces are complicated and complicated, and it is not possible to kill them all.
It is difficult to conquer a country, but even harder to defend it!
When he thought of this, his head got big.
Seeing Huang An's sad face, Zhao Yan felt pain in his heart, but comforted Huang An and said:
"Junior brother, don't be anxious. If you can't find a way to solve them, it's better to stabilize them first and continue to use them. In this process, we can slowly train our subordinates in Feng'an City and figure them out gradually.
We still have a long time to live in the future!"
Hearing Senior Sister Zhao's comfort, Huang An's face froze, he smiled, and had no choice but to agree.
His foundation is still unstable.
There are too few people available to the master.
"The number of people I can use is only twenty-two. We can't lose them in Xialin Village. We can draw up fifteen people at most!"
Huang An slowly considered it, thinking about the pros and cons, trying to find a way to break the situation.
He is familiar with Marxism-Leninism-Maoism and knows that everything can turn around, and the key is to grasp the key points.
Zhao Yan wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw that Huang An was thinking seriously, he gave up and stood aside quietly in a daze, trying to find a way to break the situation.
After all, Huang An has experienced the bombardment of dragon-slaying skills in his hometown, his ideas are different from ordinary people, and he is calmer and wiser than most people.
After digging around, I quickly discovered a breaking point.
It seems that there is really something going on!
"What we lack now is nothing more than talents, talents who can read! It doesn't matter whether you are a martial artist or not. It doesn't even matter whether you are a warrior or not!"
He found the point to break the situation and his eyes became brighter.
"Today's Feng'an City must be facing a storm. It looks peaceful on the surface, but in fact there is an undercurrent surging underneath. If you are not careful, big chaos will occur!"
Huang An narrowed his eyes slightly and tried his best to analyze.
Since the last Xiantian ambush, all the heads of wealthy families in Feng'an City have been wiped out in one fell swoop.
This news will definitely make the whole Feng'an City tremble, especially the wealthy families, who may not be able to sleep peacefully at this moment.
This is the world of warriors, and strength is more important at the grassroots level.
After these aristocratic families entrenched in Feng'an City lost their leaders, they actually became hollow carrots and paper tigers.
They are now a group of defenseless prey, trembling under the gaze of the hunter, and are in constant panic.
As a hunter, he had no one available.
From this point of view, all problems are attributed to talent issues.
"Talents? We only need literate talents! Where can we find them? How can we trust them?"
As his thoughts deepened, Huang An was only one step away from finding a way to break the situation.
In the entire Feng'an City, except for Old Man Ding, the manager of the Martial Arts Department, who is a bronze-skinned master, there is no other martial arts master!
As for managers, force is not necessary. Being able to read and calculate accounts is a must!
"There are definitely not a few people practicing martial arts in Feng'an City. Their current masters are all dead, and they must be eager to find new backers! As for the pure literati, most of the people who can read and write are in the city lord's palace.
For office, these people can be used selectively."
Huang An's eyes suddenly shot out a ray of light.
He stood up suddenly, faced the confused Senior Sister Zhao, and said with a smile:
"There is a way!"
Zhao Yan looked happy and asked in surprise:
"any solution?"
"In the name of master, recruit disciples from major martial arts schools and forces in Feng'an City. These disciples are all warriors. Most of them are available!"
As soon as Huang An finished speaking, Zhao Yan thought carefully and quickly came to his senses.
She was in the dark just now and couldn't clearly see her own advantages.
After all, Feng'an City is a county town. There are only four or five top wealthy families with bronze-skin realm warriors in the city.
Most of them are small households that can only support one disciple to practice martial arts.
Just like Pang Han, Yang Chengwu and others.
The disciples from these small families are their targets, the talents they can win over!
She drew inferences from one example and said excitedly:
"There are hundreds of people in this group. Although they are good and bad, rectifying Feng'an City cannot be completed in a short time. We can definitely train and search for reliable talents in this process! Moreover, as long as they are literate,
Or anyone who can settle accounts, we can use them!"
After Zhao Yan finished speaking, he looked at Huang An and laughed.
Before, they were blinded by the real talent that was right in front of them.
Feng'an City has a large population, so it is not difficult to find suitable management talents.
Isn't the power vacuum period of aristocratic families the best time for them to take advantage of it and take advantage of it to cultivate their own power?
"In the name of my father, and in the name of me, the Lord of Feng'an City, we are recruiting guests, masters, and the like, and there will definitely be many applicants. We also need to formulate a charter to prevent the crooked melons from coming in and spoiling me.
Wait for the reputation!”
Zhao Yan quickly calmed down.
The two of them were eating and discussing animatedly.
After lunch, most of the people gathered in Luoyangpo had already left.
They packed up their luggage, took their families with them, and headed towards the sky.
The people leaving this trip are the escort team in the village and their customers.
As for those poor people who have no money, they also want to go with them and stay safe.
But after being scolded and punched, he had no choice but to stay where he was.
Following the escort team can ensure safety, but they have no money, so they can't even hang behind the escort team and take advantage of the escort team's remaining power.
This is almost an ironclad rule for the escort teams in the three villages outside Fen County.
They will not allow poor people to follow them, because once such behavior occurs, the clients who pay them escort fees will be cut off directly.
In order to ensure normal revenue from daily tasks, it is necessary to prohibit this kind of following behavior.
Although Huang An had only been escorted once and had never met such a person, he had heard of many different ways.
The escort team is very overbearing. Not only can these people not follow behind, they can't even go beyond the horizon before tomorrow morning.
They can only stay here at Luoyangpo and wait for the escort to leave tomorrow before they can continue walking.
There were about fifteen or six such individual travelers, all gathered together, looking around with vigilant eyes, and holding fist-sized stones at hand that could be thrown to hit someone.
Even seven or eight of the men had shabby-looking weapons at hand.
Now is the most dangerous time.
Because the escort team has already left.
People like them, who are helpless, are no different from unarmed people when faced with bandits who have martial arts at their side.
Large groups of bandits rarely attack teams with escorts.
But there are more small groups of bandits, and they rely on this hundred-mile-long mountain road to make a living. Their targets are lone people and poor people like them.
This group of individual travelers were very vigilant, and Huang An and Zhao Yan naturally noticed it.
However, the two of them were not affected at all and continued to sit and chat.