Chapter 542 Nanxiang Ranger
The governor of Yuexun received the instructions from the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, and ran back to Yuexun, conveying the central government's intention to the chief historian of Yuexun.
“Five hundred grain and grass officials?!”
When Feng Yong learned the meaning of the Han Prime Minister from Meng Yan, he immediately shouted, "Meng Taishou, are you sure it is five hundred? Not fifty?"
“Naturally five hundred.”
Meng Yan said with certainty.
When Feng Yong heard this, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he almost lost his breath.
This is not just about drawing blood?
It's basically like digging a hole in your chest, preparing to install a water pump, and pumping yourself into a mummy!
The best talents in Nanxiang are naturally the students who can graduate from the school.
After all, they are young, it is the time to study, and the closed nature allows them to concentrate on learning without other interference, which is the fastest way to learn knowledge.
In addition, they themselves also know that they must pass the school assessment and graduate normally in order to get the best way out.
So they have a strong willingness to learn.
After they come out of school and go to various places to intern for two years, they will open their eyes, understand the grassroots, and accumulate practical experience, and they will become the best grassroots backbone talents in the future.
Most of the staff who now help handle various government affairs according to their own instructions are the best students who have graduated from the school.
Even if this group of people cannot become local officials in the future because of their background, they will definitely be qualified to serve as aides to county magistrates and magistrates.
withsmoke rising from ancestral graves and accidentally slipping into the official establishment recognized by the imperial court, that's not impossible.
But the number of students coming out of the school is only a minority after all, and the direction of their flow is also firmly controlled by Feng Yong: If he himself doesn’t have enough talent like this, who the **** would be an idiot and give it to others?
As for the second-class talents in Nanxiang, they are Nanxiang soldiers.
Nanxiang soldiers are professional soldiers, and they are usually closed-minded. After training, they are also forced to learn to read and write.
Compared with the students in the academy, Nanxiang soldiers have a sense of quick success. Most of them will definitely not be as successful as the students who graduated from the academy in the future.
Except for a few people who not only have a good life but also have a hard life, and can achieve great results on the battlefield.
The rest will either serve as camp commanders or the like in the army, or after retiring, they will work as small stewards under Feng Yong's property, or as they do now, within Feng Yong's jurisdiction, Become a local chief or something like that.
Being able to be the head of the bodyguard of a big shot is the highest achievement.
It is difficult to go further.
After all, he only knows 500 commonly used words and the most basic arithmetic, so he can only be regarded as the most basic talent.
But fortunately, they have received strict training, are organized and disciplined, and can be used in emergencies.
Why does Feng Yong still have more than a hundred Nanxiang soldiers by his side?
That's because they haven't even learned the 500 commonly used words, so it's useless to send them out?
Nowadays, the official documents sent to the township pavilions from the three counties in the Sunshui River Valley look very strange to outsiders, because the white words written on them are all very white.
The reason is that he can’t understand the big-headed soldiers at the bottom of official documents that are written in a slightly more formal language!
As for the third-class talents, they are the workers in various workshops and mines in Nanxiang.
They have a certain degree of organizational discipline, but their literacy rates vary. Most of them cannot even read the most basic 300 characters, let alone 500 commonly used characters.
At most, he can only memorize a multiplication table.
Except for the backbone of the management team, which must be compulsorily literate, there is not much hope for the rest. Therefore, in Feng Yong’s eyes, the first generation of employees are simply expendables.
Only in the past four or five years, when the second generation who have gone through compulsory baptism in schools accounted for at least half of the factory employees, did Feng Yong dare to let go of the flow of talents.
Now Zhuge Yao Yao wants five hundred grain and grass officials as soon as he opens his mouth, basically wiping out the barely qualified talents in Nanxiang. Why doesn't this make Feng Tubou furious?
How much food do you have? You actually need five hundred grain and grass officials? Are you going to let them count the grains of rice?
“Five hundred is not available. Is two hundred and fifty enough?”
Feng Yong covered his chest and asked tremblingly, planning to pay the money back on the ground.
Meng Yan’s eyes were wandering, “This, Feng Changshi, is just a messenger…”
Pass it to your mother!
Feng Yong almost wanted to jump up and beat the honest-looking Nanzhong barbarian in front of him to death.
You ran back to Jincheng without any problems, and then suddenly you came back and told me this. If you say this has nothing to do with you, I will take off your head and play it as a ball on the spot!
It seems that the foundation he has accumulated for several years has finally been discovered by Zhuge Yao. The person who informed him is obviously the guy in front of him.
Thinking of the old demon Zhuge sharpening his knife and preparing to cut his own leeks, Feng Tubou felt heartbroken.
Damn it, Old Demon Zhuge and I are destined to be at odds with each other. I have always been the one cutting leeks on others, and whenever I meet Old Demon Zhuge, he cuts leeks.
“Prime Minister, didn’t you say anything else?”
Feng Yongyong asked reluctantly.
"The Prime Minister also said that Feng Changshi's method of restoring the capital to the three counties of Qiongdu Suqi was something that had never happened elsewhere in the Han Dynasty, so we can treat it with tolerance. Feng Changshi can serve in these three counties. Leave it to yourself.”
When Feng Yong heard this, he said "poof" in his heart. What's the use of such a useless compensation?
In today's Han Dynasty, except for the few governors who can mobilize their own troops within a certain range, the remaining county guards, although they are in charge of the army in name, they are also under the control of the county magistrate, Sima and other ministers, and they do not expand the army at will. power.
Yuexun was considered a border county, and the real power was in the hands of Feng Yong, the chief historian. At the same time, according to the rules, the position of captain was added.
The captain is actually the person who controls the military affairs of the border counties.
But among the four captains of Yuexun...two were Feng Yong's younger brothers, and two were recommended by Feng Yong.
The reason why Meng Yan, the nominal governor, was able to control part of the army was actually to check and balance Feng Yong.
Now the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty gave Feng Yong the right to serve as a soldier in the three counties, which is equivalent to giving him the power of a small-scale governor, and he can expand his troops in the three counties at will.
That was already a sign of great trust in him, and in the eyes of Han officials, it was a coveted treatment.
But is this of any use to Feng Yong?
I have no intention of rebelling.
Besides, I just want to rebel. No matter how the three counties expand their troops, what can they do? That’s not enough!
This is simply because Old Demon Zhuge wanted to see what effect the restoration method could achieve, so he gave himself an excuse to let go.
“The Prime Minister has a long history, but he attaches great importance to it.”
Meng Yan has a dark face and a simple and honest face, and his flattery is direct and straightforward. "Being able to serve as soldiers for three counties, except for those governors, only Feng Changshi has such exclusive power among the Han Dynasty."
What about simplicity?
Where is the simplicity of the sons of the Nanzhong Yi people?
Feng Yong looked at Meng Yan and was speechless for a while.
Whether Feng Yong wants it or not, Nanxiang’s blood draw is inevitable.
In October of the fourth year of Jianxing, Nanxiang County conducted another major transfer a few months after Feng Yong transferred personnel.
Following rumors, this time he will be transferred to Jincheng as a guard.
It is normal for the local strong men to take turns to serve as guards in Jincheng.
But for Nanxiang County, this is the first time.
Not only did the Nanxiang County magistrate personally select the soldiers, he even prepared a banquet for the soldiers to eat and drink before allowing them to set off.
“This is the proper rule!”
Watching Xiongjiujiu's soldiers leave, an old man sighed, "I haven't seen such rules in many years."
So someone asked out of curiosity, "What kind of rule is this?"
The old man shook his head and said, "The rules of the Han Dynasty are like this. When local soldiers come to the capital to serve as guards, when they first arrive in the capital and when they retire at the end of their term, the government must prepare a banquet. No one understands this rule now! This The Nanxiang government officials who hold banquets are the ones who really understand the rules."
“The old man has a long life?”
The passerby asked curiously.
“I was born in the first year of Xiping.”
The passerby was startled, and after thinking about it for a while, he remembered that Xiping was the reign name of Emperor Ling. He was shocked and said, "It turns out that the old man is fifty-six years old. It seems that he has really seen such a grand event."
The old man glanced sideways at the passers-by and said, "Emperor Ling tried every means to collect money, and even sold his official position to make money. How can there be such a grand event? Do you think he would spend money to hold a banquet for his soldiers?"
The passerby was a man in his thirties. When he heard this, he was choked and speechless on the spot.
On the other hand, a young man next to the man heard this and couldn't help but said, "You old man is so unreasonable. Since you haven't seen it, how can you make it sound like it's true?"
The old man walked over with a stick and yelled, "You're rude! I've never seen it before, haven't I heard about it? Of course I heard about it from the elders, so I learned that there are such rules! Ignorant people are ignorant. Disciple, are you ashamed or not?"
The young man was scolded for being uneducated and incompetent. His face turned red and he looked ashamed. He even suffered the old man's abduction without evading it. He couldn't speak.
"It turns out that big men still have such rules. It seems that we are ignorant. Thank you for your advice."
The man quickly bowed.
The old man glanced at the two people and saw that they were all wearing long swords. Although they spoke politely, they had a strong sense of quackery. He muttered, "They are not good people..."
Then he shook his head and left.
Only two people were left looking at each other.
“Master, where should we go now?”
The young man asked.
The man pondered for a while and then said, "To find out the whereabouts of Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, we naturally have to start with things related to him. The most obvious relationship with him is Xinhua Bookstore and the storyteller. "
"The Xinhua Bookstore is a place for scholars. It's hard to get in with the way we are now, so we first went to find the most famous storyteller in the city. Just as we were walking along, I saw a few people who were of the same faith. We’ll find a chance to ask then.”
“Master, this Nanxiang is really different from other places. It’s not in vain that we traveled thousands of miles to come here.”
"That's natural. It makes sense for people like Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng to choose to live in seclusion here."
“I don’t know what kind of person this Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is, who can actually write such secrets..."
“I think he must be a master among his peers.”
“I just don’t know if he wants to see us?”
"Those fellows who appeared here seem to be here for this master. Since others can have such intentions, why can't we give it a try?"
“This is what the master taught me.”
The two of them continued walking, whispering, not wanting to attract anyone's attention.
In the legend of outsiders, there are four characteristics that must be known when coming to Nanxiang.
The first one is not to mess with women easily.
There are many families in Nanxiang where women are the masters of the house. If there are outsiders who dare to disobey the rules, they will basically have to spend the rest of their lives in the mines in the mountains.
The second is the most direct evidence that Nanxiang is the presence of evil spirits: thick smoke billows during the day, and the fire is bright at night, and the kilns are open day and night.
At the same time, it is now also a wonder in Nanxiang.
When outsiders come to Nanxiang for the first time, they will stop and watch for a long time.
The third one is Nanxiang Xinhua Bookstore, which is free and open to all readers.
It is because of it that many people from poor families are willing to travel across mountains and rivers just to find their favorite books.
But after all, there are only a few people who can read and read, so the most popular one is the last one, the unique storyteller of Nanxiang.
A table, a chair, a gavel, a storyteller, a bowl of boiling water, that's all.
But it is an indispensable thing for all restaurants, guesthouses and other business places in Nanxiang - no one is willing to go to restaurants or guesthouses without storytellers.
But the storyteller’s time arrangement also has a certain skill.
Every time I talked for too long, there were a lot of customers in the shop, but they were all here to hear about the book. They didn't leave after eating, so it was just a free prostitution.
There is no room inside, and people from outside cannot be welcomed in, which affects business.
But if the time is too short and the guests are not satisfied, the grumpy man will not even want the unfinished meal and just turn the table over on the spot.
Also, the details of storytelling are different in different places.
For example, in places where there are many slave laborers and coolies, you can use your imagination to make the intimate details more explicit and simple and straightforward, the better the effect will be.
The common people in Guizhou like to hear this.
But in more elegant places, most people rely on their status, so they have to speak more elegantly, speak in a subtle way, or use metaphors, and then everyone will smile in understanding.
It not only maintains face, but also allows the spirit to be happily satisfied.
This situation also results in the same biographical novel, except that the outline is roughly the same, the various plots are very different in the mouths of different storytellers.
This biographical novel is not only enjoyed by adults, but also by children.
When the two masters and apprentices arrived in Nanxiang for the first time, they saw children on the street holding wooden knives, swords, or sticks and sticks, fighting with each other.
This one shouted, "Look at my Xuanyin Finger," and the other shouted, "Eat my Xuanyin Divine Palm."
What's more, he took off his clothes directly and said, "Nine Yang Magic is invincible in the world. If you don't believe it, come here and beat me..."
Then a woman rushed out from the side, picked up a set of Luo Ying Divine Palms with his hands, and shouted, "Have you finished your homework?"
Jiuyang Magic was instantly broken, and the baby cried and said, "Not yet..."
"I went wild during the holidays. I worked hard to find many ways to send you to school, but you actually went to imitate those rangers, who couldn't beat you to death!"
…
The master and the disciple's eyelids twitched when they saw it. This woman from Nanxiang really lived up to her reputation!
I'm just a ranger. I didn't offend you, right?
“Hurry up and get dressed and go home!”
The woman became the leader of the martial arts alliance and left with pride.
The masters in the martial arts world did not dare to say anything. They could only watch in despair as the leader sobbed, found his clothes, put them on, and prepared to go home.
“Little brother, I am being polite, can you ask me a question?”
The man stepped forward, clasped his fists and asked.
The leader, who still had tears on his face, saw the swords in the waists of the two men. His eyes lit up, and he raised his fist at the man and said in a decent manner, "I wonder what this brother wants to ask?"
“I want to find the most famous storyteller in this city. Do you know him?”
When the leader heard this, he immediately patted his chest and said, "Why is this so difficult? The most famous storyteller in Nanxiang is none other than Bai Xiaosheng from Xia Ke Xing..."
Before I finished speaking, I heard a "lion's roar" coming from the other side of the corner, "Where are the people?"
"coming!"
The leader trembled with fright and ran away quickly.
(End of this chapter)