Wear ancient times with a house

Chapter 337

Song Nian was also a little unhappy.

Of course, before coming here, he had considered the three big mountains that weighed on his head as the new county magistrate:
One is the sword of Damocus, which may fall at any time and hangs above the heads of the people in the entire county—foreign enemy invasion.

One is the entangled local forces.You know, according to the policies of the Wei Dynasty, officials at the county magistrate and above were employed in other places, but the following positions were selected from local people, and some were even handed down from father to son, and son to grandson.

Therefore, compared with the county magistrates who passed by on horseback, these people are the real power holders. To put it bluntly, some county magistrates have been in office for four years, and they may be bullied and left without even going out of the county government.

Finally, there is the local garrison.Qinzhou Prefecture is not an ordinary state capital, but a state capital with military deployment, so not only the local governor holds part of the armed forces, but also the garrison, and even more and more authoritative.

With the separation of powers between the military and the government, each has its own position. It is obvious who is the angry little daughter-in-law, and it must be the one whose fists are not hard enough.

For Song Nian, the last item is not a big problem, this is the sphere of influence of King Jin's family - the Zhou family.Song Nian will not covet the manpower of the garrison, nor will he covet not to come, the other party must also give Song Nian a certain amount of respect, and cannot easily interfere in internal affairs.

The first item, Song Nian originally thought it should not be too urgent, after all, Qinxi County is not close to the battlefield, and the army can't easily fight it.

But when he came, he looked at the city wall and became tense. This city wall is not worthy of a large army. When two strong men sated and slammed into it, half of the wall probably collapsed.

This can't work, he wants to make a career, but he doesn't want to die, let alone his family, so he must quickly control the power of Qinxi County to facilitate the advancement of security matters.

This presents a new problem.

Take a look at Zhang Xiancheng's behavior, does it seem that he is willing to let his immediate superior take power?I'm afraid I can't wait for Song Nian to be a mascot to "grow down and rule".

In this situation, the best way is by no means to end up fighting with the opponent in circles. Losing his identity will easily arouse the resentment of the local people.

There is still three catties of iron in the rotten boat, not to mention that the Zhang family is probably in the best of spring, and if Song Nian really wants to fight Zhang Xiancheng, he may not be able to compete with him.

The best way is definitely to support the other side to fight against Zhang Xiancheng to form a balanced state, which will make it easier for Song Nian to control the situation.

Is this game familiar?

When Mr. Lu told Song Yun and the others how to manage their servants, he said this method.

It can be seen that management of this kind of thing is actually interoperable.

Sighing, Song Nian wrote letters to people by candlelight, some to relatives in his hometown, some to his two in-laws, and some to the Tang family in Fucheng.

Song Yun sat cross-legged on a chair, with a thick layer of woolen blanket covering her legs—speaking of which, this blanket has a lot of history:

The people who came to deliver charcoal, food, and water all left with the full selling price. The items they delivered were relatively heavy, and Shen's even added an extra delivery fee to them.

In this way, the people of Qinxi County are less afraid of the new county magistrate, not to mention more trust, at least they are not afraid of being confiscated.

There was a bold one who carried the burden to the back door without waiting for anyone to ask.

As for the Shen family, they never refused to come. On the one hand, they did lack a lot of daily necessities, and on the other hand, they helped Song Nian build a good reputation, and also learned about the people's sentiments by the way.

The old lady Song covered herself tightly, holding the newly bought dry goods, while shopping, chatting with the small vendors who came to her door.

From as small as "how many children in your family, who do your parents live with, and what does your family do for a living", to as big as "how is the county magistrate, how is the master, and have you been bullied by big households".

Like the latter topic, if Song Nian asked, it would be investigation and evidence collection; if Shen asked, the common people would not dare to say more; but Mrs. Song is different.

Her wrinkles, her newly bought rough-made rabbit fur hat, and her plain style of cracking pine nuts in the cold wind, and she also licked the pine nuts all over the ground, made these people think of their old mother too easily.

No one thought she was inquiring about anything, they just thought she was gossiping with the old lady at the entrance of the village, a small trader who had just cleared out her own inventory and made a fortune, holding a piece of caramel sugar and a handful of pine nuts given to them by the old lady Song , and chatted against the wall.

Among them was a peddler who was selling blankets. He pushed a small cart full of handmade blankets, all of which were wrapped up by Mrs. Song and Mrs. Shen.

Who let my family have more, I have to buy it for Master Pei, Master Chen, grandson and grandson, and the few people who came to help, so I bought it together.

The peddler got the biggest sum of income in the whole winter. Faced with the kind and smiling face of Mrs. Song, he was still tempted, and he was not in a hurry to leave, and began to ask and answer Mrs. Song.

No, the situation in Zhang Xiancheng's family was revealed.

For example, he used to be a scholar—this is necessary, what kind of official would he be if he didn't study.

It's just that the state capital where Zhang Xiancheng is located is not prosperous in literary style, and he didn't meet any good teachers, so he stopped at scholar.

The scholar's fame, in fact, can be regarded as a promising talent in this county. In addition, there are people above him, so he just joined the work directly. With his work experience and connections, he is not much worse than Song Nian who has advanced education. Now he has reached the position of county magistrate.

According to the peddler, Zhang Xiancheng is a good person, he does not bully others, and he is not too greedy. In short, he is better than the previous county magistrate.

Song Nian was a little silent after listening to the old lady Song relayed to him. He didn't even care about the dilapidated county government. He went to write a letter first.

Sitting cross-legged, Song Yun felt that the wool blanket was really comfortable and warm, and even the smell of bad smell could be tolerated.

While helping Song Nian grind the ink, she asked:

"Father, is this county magistrate Zhang so difficult to deal with? I think there must be someone in the county who wants to replace him, or who has a problem with his family."

Song Nian put down the pen, gently blew on the wet ink, and signaled to his daughter that there was no need to sharpen the ink, and explained to her in detail:
"There must be people like this, but since they don't take the initiative to appear in front of me, either they have already been subdued by Zhang Xiancheng, or they know that the probability of turning over is very low, and they don't want to show up early.

Judging from the current situation, I really have to come forward in person. At any rate, I will win back first, and only then will someone be willing to believe me and come out on my own. "

Song Yun analyzed with some hesitation:
"I think, since the few people who asked me said that he is not bad, not greedy, and not too bullying, then his purpose should be the same as my father's, to manage the county well, then...

Can you find an opportunity to talk to him, why waste time on internal friction?The potatoes are waiting to go to the ground. "

　This summer is almost over, and I finally had a barbecue...Maybe I'm old, my stomach can't digest the barbecue now...I feel uncomfortable when I go home

　　
　
(End of this chapter)