Zhenguan Chang'an Xiaofangzheng

Wherever the locust plague passes, the world is filled with wounds.

Yongzhou has a solid foundation, there are a lot of things in the clothes, and with the preparations and the unity of the government and the people, it is not that tragic.

Even Tongzhou had experienced the locust plague together with Huazhou before. Now that it had experience, it was not that miserable. However, the governor Chu Suiliang took advantage of it.

Although it was a bit troublesome, it was not impossible to overcome the difficulties. Chu Suiliang's credit during the exams was essential, and with Changsun Wuji's response, it would only be a year or two before he could return to the court.

This was the first time that Chu Suiliang became a local official since he joined Xue Ju, and it also made him feel how difficult it was for local officials who had been criticized by him many times.

He didn't feel like complaining. It wasn't that Chu Suiliang was well-educated, it was just that he was busy.

How to balance emotion, reason, and law among the three is a big problem.

The Ministry of Household Affairs clearly stipulates that if there is damage caused by water, drought, insects, or frost, rent will be exempted for four out of ten damages.

In actual practice, will a loss of [-]% be exempted from rent?

To some extent, some officials have calculated the damage from [-]% to [-]%, and will they correct it?

Logically speaking, this slight deviation should be allowed.

However, once such a mouth is opened, don't those who are [-]% or [-]% want equal treatment?

Do you know what it means not to worry about scarcity but to worry about inequality?
Chu Suiliang, who had a strong temper, withdrew [-]% under pressure. When he went down to Feng Yi's field, he was jumped and scolded by several peasant women.

The peasant woman's scoldings were very unpleasant, and they had never been the same since the eighteenth generation of Chu Suiliang's ancestors.

Holding the knife and trying to drive away the peasant woman, Chu Suiliang sighed and waved his hand to indicate that it was okay.

The peasant woman was right, and so was Chu Suiliang. If you want to be a prime minister, you must first develop the stomach of a prime minister.

At this point, Chu Suiliang was not good enough.

If those who scolded him were officials, they would have been given a taste of what it was like to be an official thousands of miles away.

But this is a peasant woman, an ignorant village woman!

If nothing else, Chu Suiliang would make all the princes in the court laugh at him if he argued with him.

After a major disaster, it is inevitable for the common people to have complaints. How is it possible to satisfy everyone?

If someone insults an official in normal times, it would be a serious crime, but this is after a disaster. Is he trying to force Li Shu to rebel by not letting Li Shu vent his emotions?
Feng Yi's husband, Meng Xiwang, was far behind him, and from time to time he let out a cold snort from his nostrils.

Do you really think that once you have been a prime minister, you understand local affairs and can be picky?

Go ahead and scold me, scold me, Fengyi County won’t offend anyone because of your words. Hasn’t my husband, Simon Meng, been scolded in the same way?
Originally, Tongzhou was relatively poor, and the people affected by the disaster were counting on the officials to be more skilled and reduce the rent to survive. If you, the envoy, don't try to fight for some welfare for the common people, you will be scolded lightly.

If you really meet an extreme banker, you will have no worries and shout "I can't live anymore". If Chen Shengjin from the past comes again, what should you do?
At that time, Lei Yongsheng was in Tongzhou, selling large amounts of salt and making a small fortune. Unfortunately, when the people of Huazhou collapsed, the good salt factory was allowed to be destroyed.

Huazhou is not short of money, but Tongzhou is really poor!
The anxious peasant woman cursed her even if she wanted to be cut into pieces.

This is because of poverty!
Isn't it because we are poor that we are poor?

Anyway, there is nothing to worry about, nothing but a dead life.

"Your Majesty, the villagers have this knowledge, so there is no need to get angry with them." Fumeng Xiwang followed Chu Suiliang and applied eye drops intentionally or unintentionally. "Your Majesty once controlled the province of Shu, so it shouldn't be difficult to ask for some relief from the imperial court, right?"

The little knife kept piercing Chu Suiliang's heart.

What's so cool?
If you write the order in the hall, won't you be thrown into the mortal world?

Relief, based on Chu Suiliang's virtue, the Ministry of Revenue would not give him face.

Chu Suiliang narrowed his eyes and looked at the courageous Feng Yiling.

"Do you also think that it is inappropriate for me to stick to the laws of the imperial court?" Fumeng Xiwang smiled dryly: "I dare not have any opinions on the laws. However, since the imperial court has appointed us as local parents, it is not practical for the children to suffer. It doesn’t seem appropriate to give him some benefits and just whip him so that he won’t cry.”

Chu Suiliang was silent.

Husband Xiwang's words were incompatible with his deep-rooted ideas and made him extremely uncomfortable.
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In the DPRK, the appointment of Xicuan also came out.

As Fan Zheng said, if every word is correct, Kunzhou will be divided equally.

Yining County and Jinning County were combined to form Dongkun Prefecture, with Yining City as its administrative seat and Cuandongjing as the governor;

Anning County and Qinzang County were combined into Xikun Prefecture, Anning County was governed, and Cuanxi Tu was the governor.

Anning County was chosen for governance because of its salt mines and its wealth.

As for the ghost lords of the capitals, the big ghost lords, and the small ghost lords, each chooses his own master, and all will do as he pleases.

Anyway, it is a great good thing that Xicuan cannot fight internally.

If we separate, it doesn't mean that we won't have the chance to get back together in the future.

Cuantang Lang unexpectedly chose the position of governor of Western Kunzhou instead of Eastern Kunzhou.

This end of East Kunzhou is called Pingcuan;

The other end of West Kunzhou is called Shan Cuan.

This distinction is based on Pingba and Shantou.

Fan Zheng felt really strange: "The choice of Chaoji Envoy is a bit strange. Why didn't you choose Dongkunzhou?"

"Isn't it good to go to Dianchi Lake? If you want to eat golden barbel, you can just fish by yourself."

Cuantang Lang smiled with a hint of cunning: "Someone has taken the position of Changshi of Dongkunzhou. Besides, it is not a good thing to be on the edge of Dianchi Lake. The water rises from time to time, which makes it uncomfortable."

This is not nonsense. Before Saidianchi in the Yuan Dynasty, the waters of Dianchi Lake had mixed advantages and disadvantages. After Saidianchi was overhauled, it was much better, but it was still flooded from time to time. After heavy rain, you can sing "Go to Yining to see the sea in winter."

But the main reason is still that Cuantang Lang can go further when he reaches Shan Cuan.

No one is a fool, do you really think he is thinking of that little bit of salt or fungus?
Fan Zheng blinked and chuckled: "If this is all Cuan Changshi wants, Fan will look down on you."

Cuantang Lang chuckled: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you. When we get to Shan Cuan, as Cuan Xitu's younger brother, I naturally have the right to inherit."

"Cuan Xitu is a good man, but he is fond of drinking, greedy for sex, poor health, and has no children."

Fan Zheng understood in seconds.

One day when Cuan Xitu drank too much and passed away in bliss, Cuan Tanglang naturally became the leader of Shan Cuan.

Firstly, there is no harm done, and secondly, there is no deliberate intention, no one blames me, and there is no psychological burden. How wonderful!
If Cuantang Lang wants to be with Jin Chunqiu, he must cherish each other's feelings and cannot help himself. He burns yellow paper, chops off chicken heads, and sings "this worship".

The two people have roughly the same idea, they want to get the benefits, not to bear the bad reputation, and the pie will come to the bowl soon.

"Has Chang Shi ever thought about what will happen to the Cuan clan in the future?" Fan Zheng nodded at Cuan Tanglang.

Cuantang Lang said with a smile: "I can't do anything about the entire Cuan clan, but it is still possible to send one or two sons to the Imperial Academy of Chang'an, ask the court to appoint one or two assistant officials, integrate the old customs of Shan Cuan with the laws and regulations, and pay a certain tax every year."

Relying on the wealth of Anning County, Cuantang Lang had the confidence to say this.

Sending one's children to study and appointing an assistant is a sign of betraying one's sincerity.

The Cuan tribe has its own governance system, which is very different from that of the Tang Dynasty, and the ghost owners may not be willing to make changes. (End of chapter)