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Chapter 122 0119 [Poor officials]

"Since that's the case, I will go and inform the soldiers."

Nie Dong cupped his hands and turned around to let the soldiers assemble.

The soldiers had just sat down, and before they had time to take a breath, they heard the sound of the drum.

For a while, the soldiers returned to the school field with sad faces and dragged their tired bodies.

Han Zhen stepped up to the high platform and said loudly: "The whole army obeys the order, and the drill in the afternoon is cancelled. I give you half an hour to pack your luggage and move to the new barracks later."

Relocated?
The soldiers were stunned for a moment, and then they were overjoyed, so today's drill should be avoided.

At this time, Han Zhen winked at Nie Dong.

Nie Dong immediately understood, and added: "Practice in the afternoon, make up for it at night."

Got it!
White was happy.

But it's also good to practice at night, at least you don't need to be exposed to the hot sun.

Thinking of this, the soldiers walked out of the school grounds in twos and threes with dreams of the new barracks, and began to pack their luggage.

One sings the red face and the other sings the bad face, this set is especially useful in the army.

Nie Dong is the governor and is in charge of daily drills, so he is naturally stricter.

And Han Zhen, as the real commander-in-chief, has to play a bad role at this time. If he is more friendly, he can win the respect and love of the soldiers.

This is human nature.

This set is the most slippery for the troops of later generations.

When a soldier fell asleep on guard at night, and the company commander or other leaders bumped into him, instead of blaming the soldier, he would take off his clothes and cover it up for the soldier.

Finally, call the soldier's squad leader.

Class monitor, are you asleep?

Didn't sleep?Your soldiers are all asleep, but you haven't slept yet?

Afterwards, no matter how the squad leader punished the soldiers, the soldiers would not resent the leader who covered him with clothes.

Seeing the soldiers disperse, Han Zhen asked, "How is Wei Da's self-cultivation?"

"I haven't recovered yet. Two days ago, I was arguing to come to the military camp, but I was persuaded by a certain family to go back. I guess I'm still sullen at the moment." Nie Dong smiled wryly, with helplessness in his tone.

"I'll go back and persuade you."

Patting Nie Dong on the shoulder, Han Zhen comforted him.

……

Taking advantage of the time when the soldiers were packing their luggage, Han Zhen rode back to Xiaowang Village.

The market at the entrance of the village is deserted.

It was afternoon, and the villagers were either working or busy carrying water to irrigate the farmland, so there was no time to go shopping in the market.

Right now, there has been a severe drought for many days, and there has been no rain for a long time. If the fields are not watered again, I am afraid that at the end of autumn, the corn will not be harvested.

In the evening, this place became the busiest place in Xiaowang Village.

In the grocery store, An Niang was standing at the counter, holding a pen in one hand to write and draw on the ledger, while the other hand was crackling with the abacus.

She raised her head when she heard footsteps.

Seeing that it was Han Zhen, An Niang's moist peach blossom eyes immediately burst into a smile.

Han Zhen smiled and said, "Did you miss me these days?"

"Humph!"

An Niang tapped the brush in her hand a few times, and said in a resentful tone: "My family misses you in my heart, it's good for you, a dead ghost, to be happy in the county with my little sister-in-law."

Hearing this, Han Zhen raised his eyebrows and said, "When did you see it?"

"Your sister-in-law, the eyes that looked at you a few days ago were almost watery, do you really treat the slave family as a fool?"

Thinking of Han Zhang's usual cautious and secretive appearance, An Niang couldn't help covering her mouth and snickering.

They are all women, Han Zhang's careful thinking, how can he hide it from her.

"She's thin-skinned, don't make fun of her in the future."

Han Zhen walked into the counter and patted her round and plump grinding disc lightly.

"Well!"

An Niang let out a soft cry, and said angrily, "You care about your little sister-in-law, and you only bully my servant."

Han Zhen hid under the counter with one hand, and asked calmly, "How are the days in the village?"

"Everything is fine, yesterday there was a newcomer who ran away and made trouble, he was caught by Xiao Chong on the spot, he was beaten twenty boards... ah... he was locked in a cell." An Niang replied.

"I've wronged you these days. After a while, after you find someone to take over the market, you can also move to the city."

"Actually, it's okay... The slave family likes such a busy day. If... if you are free, you will feel uncomfortable."

Perhaps the weather was too hot, and An Niang's melon-seeded face was blush.

The slender waist twisted a few times from time to time, and even the huge round millstone kept shaking.

The two chatted for a while, and An Niang's body suddenly trembled a few times.

Blinking those peach blossom eyes that seemed to be dripping, she asked in a weary voice, "When will Erlang return to the county?"

"Leave later."

Han Zhen withdrew his big hand hidden under the counter, picked up the rag on the counter and wiped the water stains on his hands.

Seeing that An Niang looked a little disappointed, she couldn't help laughing and said, "If you miss me, then go to the county town to find me."

"Ok!"

An Niang nodded.

The business of the grocery store is very good, and they have to go to the county to buy goods every few days.

"I am leaving."

"Erlang, let's go."

Although An Niang was reluctant, she was not an ignorant little girl.

Know the depth, understand the severity.

After leaving the grocery store, Han Zhen went all the way to the salt factory site.

Today, the four big salt ponds have almost been built, and it is estimated that they will be completed in seven or eight days.

Looking around the construction site, more than [-] workers are managed in an orderly manner with a clear division of labor.

Seeing him coming, the monkey immediately came up to meet him: "Second Brother Han!"

I looked the monkey up and down a few times, and found that he had lost some points recently, but he was more energetic.

His face was tanned and his eyes were piercing.

Han Zhen smiled and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It's okay, I'm not as flustered as before."

After the monkey answered modestly, he seemed to have thought of something, and said, "By the way, Second Brother Han, the [-] jin of coarse salt that was brought in a while ago has been refined and piled up in the warehouse of the house. "

"All right?"

Han Zhen's eyes lit up.

During this time, Zhu Ji led Gu Song to open up many channels outside, and he could sell the goods as soon as they arrived.

I have to say that the names of Zhao Ting and Liu Mi are really useful.

Such a lucrative business naturally attracted many officials and wealthy gentry to have a wrong idea, but whenever Zhu Ji took out the post with the official seal of the prefect of Qingzhou, all of them immediately put on smiling faces.

Even if there are some wealthy gentry and people in court, they will not intentionally offend Zhao Ting.

Make money with peace.

In such a situation, Zhu Ji will often reciprocate and give up a little profit.

Everyone makes money and everyone is happy.

Han Zhen's goal is to use the sugar and refined salt business to connect officials and gentry gates throughout Shandong into an airtight network.

If that time comes, the officials of each state and county will be their own advocates.

Even if the flag of rebellion is raised, I am afraid that these officials will help him cover it up and try their best to whitewash the peace in front of Song Huizong.

It's interesting to think about.

As for the Black Mountain Li Tianwang...

A little brains, but not much.

Saying goodbye to the monkey, Han Zhen went to inspect the lime kiln and brick factory again, and finally returned to the house, and chatted with Zhu Zhengze.

When we found Wei Da, he was wiping the knife in his hand bored in the house.

"The county magistrate!"

Seeing Han Zhen, Wei Da immediately put down his knife and gave a military salute.

Han Zhen asked concerned: "How is your self-cultivation?"

"County magistrate, I have recovered, when can I go back to the barracks?"

During this period of time, he felt that his idle time was almost moldy.

Wei Da is a few years older than Nie Dong. He joined the army at the age of 15. After all these years, he has completely gotten used to life in the army.

It is really a kind of torture for him to be so idle right now.

The point is that he never missed a penny from his monthly salary.

This made him feel even more guilty.

Han Zhen waved his hand: "No hurry, I have an errand for you."

After getting along for so many days, Han Zhen already knew his character.

Wei Da is very principled and trustworthy, even a little too pedantic.

This kind of character has good and bad.

For Han Zhen, the advantage is that he doesn't have to worry about betraying him, and he is trustworthy.

The downside is that you don't know how to adapt.

"What's the matter?"

Hearing that there was an errand, Wei Da's eyes lit up immediately.

Han Zhen said: "The military barracks over the county has been repaired, and the army will move there later. Xiaowang Village has to be guarded. Therefore, I plan to let you serve as the instructor temporarily, and recruit three hundred township braves to guard the village. .”

Wei Da clasped his fists and said: "The county magistrate is relieved, he will do his best in a humble position!"

Although he is only the coach of Xiangyong, it is better to have something to do than to be idle and moldy.

"Xiangyong's monthly salary is three hundred renminbi, and he has two meals a day. Zhu Zhengze and I have already said hello, and once the expenses are settled, you can ask him to get them when the time comes."

Since it is a reserve service, the treatment cannot be compared with that of the regular army.

"Humble job, let's go."

After receiving the errand, Wei Daxing hurried out the door.

He ordered people to load the [-] jin of refined salt in the warehouse into the ox cart, and Han Zhen rode a horse and led a long ox cart out of Xiaowang Village.

On the other side of the barracks, the soldiers had already packed their luggage.

In fact, they didn't have much luggage to pack, the only thing that took some effort was the copper coins in the warehouse.

When Han Zhen came back, Nie Dong immediately went forward to report: "The county magistrate, the lieutenant officers and soldiers have packed up. The humble officer left two small teams. After recruiting Qi Xiangyong to take over the cottage, he left for the new barracks." .”

"good."

Han Zhen nodded in satisfaction, and then waved his hand: "The whole army is going!"

……

……

"Come and taste my prime minister's tofu. Don't underestimate this tofu. The method is my combination of methods from the north and the south, and I figured it out."

"Peel the tofu on both sides. After drying the water, burn it with lard and sprinkle with salt. After turning it over, add a cup of Huangfeng wine brewed by Guanglu Temple, 18 river prawns, and roll it with Sanqian soy sauce. Roll, add a pinch of sugar, and roll again. The shallot should be half an inch, cut into one hundred and eight sections, and then slowly put out of the pot."

In the mansion academy, Liu Mi was enthusiastically introducing his newly researched dishes.

Apart from his love of money, he also loves to eat.

There are only cooks in the family, there are 16 people, all of whom are famous chefs hired at high prices from all over the world.

Not only loves to eat, but also likes to study food, and often claims to be Su Dongpo's confidant from another generation.

In comparison, Zhao Ting was much purer.

Think of nothing but money.

"Well, it's really delicious."

After a perfunctory sentence, Zhao Ting asked, "Have you read Han Er's letter?"

Liu Mi unhurriedly picked up a piece of tofu, put it in his mouth, closed his eyes and savored it carefully, with a look of enjoyment on his face.

Then, he picked up another glass of fruit wine with ice fish, took a sip, and said with a regretful expression: "The official is poor, what can he eat, nothing more than some yogurt and roasted meat, how can he know the real delicacy!"

In the four corners of the study, there are brass-cast ice mirrors, and the cold air continuously overflows from the holes of the ice mirrors.

It was as hot as a steamer outside, but it was extremely cool inside.

Zhao Ting frowned slightly: "Did you watch it?"

"Looked."

Liu Mi put down her wine glass, and said in a casual tone, "I just want to buy some armaments, I just want to sell them to him."

"Is this Han Er trying to rebel?"

Zhao Ting looked confused, he was very sensitive to things like rebellion now.

"Ah."

Liu Mi shook her head and smiled, and reminded: "Those rebels are suffering because they can't survive haha. Who have you seen who rebelled and wanted to make money?"

"Indeed."

Zhao Ting thought for a while and nodded in agreement.

From ancient times to the present, people rebelled only if they could not survive.

Who will rebel if they have money?

Zhao Ting asked again: "Then why did he buy arms?"

Hearing this, Liu Mi murmured, "Perhaps Li Heihu and Zhang Wanxian were frightened by the rebels."

Zhao Ting thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up: "Tell me, is it possible that Han Er is trying to recruit security?"

"hiss!"

Liu Mi was taken aback, and took a deep breath: "Such a Chang Yukun, you really have a good plan, you want money, and you also want political achievements. The more powerful Han Er is, the more credit he will have for recruiting security at that time." Big, if there are more than [-] people gathered, I am afraid that Chang Yukun may enter the Longtu Pavilion directly."

The two of them are not mediocre, and they analyzed everything in a few words.

In fact, Han Zhen did have the idea of ​​recruiting security at first.

At that time, take the money and take office, be your own official and master, and live a happy life.

Later, the reason why I changed my mind was because I found that the treatment in Zhaoan was really bad.

According to Changzhi County, after the recruitment, the imperial court will give an idle military officer of the fifth rank to serve as a regiment training envoy of a certain state army.

A fifth-rank military officer sounds pretty good, but this is the Northern Song Dynasty.

Not to mention officials of the same level, even if they see the seventh-rank magistrate, they have to take the initiative to salute.

If he accidentally angered Zhizhou and Tongju, he would kill him as soon as he said it.

Scholar-bureaucrats don't kill scholar-bureaucrats, but scholar-bureaucrats kill warriors, but they never show mercy.

When Di Qing came back from a great victory, his general Jiao Yong charged Han Qi and was beheaded by Han Qi on the spot.

What about Di Qing?
Don't even dare to put a fart.

Even Han Qi's concubine and maidservant called Di Qing "Ban'er" in public, and Di Qing had to smile when he satirized Di Qing with tattoos on his face.

You must know that a concubine has no status, and is just a piece of goods to the master's family.

Even a concubine has such an attitude, one can imagine how humble the general's status is.

It's better to be a bandit and become the king after all!
After thinking about it, Zhao Ting felt ecstasy, and said in a low voice, "With such a great contribution, how can he, a mere magistrate, be able to bear it. In the end, isn't it cheaper for us?"

"That's it."

As Liu Mi spoke, she picked up her wine glass.

The two looked at each other with a smile, clinked glasses, and drank it all in one gulp.

"At present, the town's navy is rotten and useless, and it is a waste of ordnance to stay in the warehouse."

Being able to make money and get political achievements, when did Zhao Ting encounter such a good thing.

At this moment, he was thinking about how much the ordnance should be sold for.

(End of this chapter)