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Chapter 130 0127 [I must have voted for Han Zhen]

The sun rises.

The temperature also rose in vain, scorching the earth.

The corpses outside the county seat exude a stench, and countless flies are flying around.

Hundreds of civilian husbands tied sackcloth around their mouths and noses, resisting the stench, and disposed of the corpses outside the city.

Xie Ding is very busy as the county magistrate. He has to appease the people and recruit more local soldiers and archers to prevent the darechi army from attacking again.

Secondly, the state government began to urge Ding to spend money again.

In fact, Xie Ding knew very well that the people in the north couldn't afford such a small amount of money.

Even if they can pay, they have to sell their children and daughters, and sell their fields and land to barely make up the money.

In the past, when the state government imposed taxes, it was not easy for Xie Ding to take pity on the people, so he always refused.

Although he was only a seventh-rank magistrate, Zhao Ting and others did not dare to trouble him due to the reputation of the Xie family in Fuyang.

But this time it was different, it was the official decree, and Wang Fu handled it all by himself, not to mention failing to collect taxes, even if it was delayed for a few days, he would be punished by military law.

If Xie Ding dared to refuse again, he would be resisting the order.

Bad name, bad words.

Even if the state government officials beheaded him with military law, the Xie family could only pinch their noses and recognize him.

In the lobby of the county government office, Xie Ding sighed after reading the state government's tax urging documents: "Alas, this summer has been drought for many days, and there has been no rain for a long time. I'm afraid that there will be no harvest of corn at the end of autumn. Wang Fu is in a high position. If you don’t solve problems for the government, you just love the people and do things, but you still collect personal money from all over the country, it’s not like adding fuel to the fire.”

Hearing this, Zhuo Ben, who was writing on the side, raised his head and retorted: "Xie Zhixian's words are wrong. Now the treasury is empty, and the land of Yanyun is at a time when money is being used. The officials worry day and night. For the people , When you want to share the worries of your father, the hundreds of millions of people in the Great Song Dynasty can fill the treasury with just one less meal."

Xie Ding didn't bother to pay attention to him, just pretended he didn't hear him.

The two have worked together for more than a year, and Xie Ding has heard more outrageous remarks than this.

At first, Xie Ding often argued with him.

Later, after discovering that Zhuo Ben was extremely pedantic, he stopped arguing.

Arguing with a stupid person will do no good except waste your tongue and increase your troubles.

Seeing that Xie Ding was silent, Zhuo Ben smiled slightly, feeling that he was speechless by what he said.

After dealing with government affairs, it was noon.

Xie Ding didn't eat lunch, but he would eat some pastries and preserved fruits to fill his stomach.

After getting up and returning to the backyard, he suddenly asked, "Where's Zhu'er?"

Zhu'er is Liu Qi's baby name.

The old servant looked puzzled, and asked back: "The little yamen said last night that in case the rebels came again, they took the initiative to go to the city wall to stay overnight. Didn't Alang meet you when he was patrolling the city wall?"

"I went to the city wall to watch the night last night?"

Xie Ding was taken aback for a moment, but when he realized it, his eyes suddenly went dark.

not good!

"Alang, Alang!"

The old servant saw Xie Ding's body shaking, almost fell down, so he rushed forward to hold him up.

Xie Ding said in a trance, "Zhu'er must have voted for Han Zhen!"

Seeing this, the old servant hurriedly comforted him: "Why does Ah Lang need to be like this, the little yamen has a temper, maybe he just went to play around for a few days, maybe he will come back in a few days."

"What do you know!"

Xie Ding scolded, and said with a bitter face: "Then Han Zhenying looks at the wolf, how can he be easy to get along with, Zhu'er has a mellow temperament, I'm afraid it's a sheep in the tiger's mouth."

The old servant was startled, and said in a low voice, "This... what should I do!"

Taking a deep breath and calming down a little, Xie Ding muttered to himself: "Let me write a letter to Chang Yukun, I hope he can sell me some face."

After all, he didn't bother to eat pastries, and hurried back to the lobby.

In the lobby, Zhuo Ben was about to leave with a letter in his hand, Xie Ding just glanced at it hastily, he would have asked him in the past, but now he doesn't have the heart to ask these questions.

……

……

After sleeping until the afternoon, Liu Kai yawned and sat up.

After all, he was a young man, after a day of fierce fighting yesterday, he stayed up all night, and after only two or three hours of sleep, he became full of energy again.

Turning his head to look, he saw Han Zhen sitting cross-legged on the bunk bed, closing his eyes and breathing slowly.

Ok?
Liu Kai raised his eyebrows in doubt, and immediately realized that this might be the secret art of Taoism.

After observing carefully for a while, he found that Han Zhen's breathing was completely different from that of ordinary people, it was long and divided into three sections.

With every breath, there will be faint sounds in the abdomen.

It roars like a tiger, and roars like a leopard.

At this moment, Han Zhen let out a breath of foul air slowly and opened his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Liu Kai's eyes widened and he approached excitedly, muttering in his mouth, "Hubao Leiyin, this must be Hubao Leiyin!"

Han Zhen raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

"Tiger Leopard Leiyin!"

Liu Kai seemed to have discovered something extraordinary, and he was in a state of excitement, explaining: "My master once said that practicing martial arts is actually practicing a qi in the chest. This qi is the life gate of a warrior. In the high depths, when the energy is stimulated, the sound of tigers, leopards and thunder can be emitted from the abdomen."

"Just now, while I was watching your breathing, the embryonic form of the tiger, leopard, and Leiyin was faintly formed."

Hearing this, Han Zhen couldn't help laughing: "Master Ni, I'm afraid you have read too many stories about knight-errants."

He did hear a sound coming from his belly just now, but he only thought it was because he was hungry.

Liu Kai quit immediately, and said with a serious face: "My master is Zhou Tong, a master of martial arts, so he will definitely not lie to me!"

Zhou Tong?

Han Zhen always thought that this character was fictionalized in novels like "Water Margin", but he didn't expect it to exist.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help asking: "Is your master very good?"

Liu Kai immediately replied: "Of course, I am almost 80 years old now, and I can still play a big gun and hold a three-stone bow."

It is indeed amazing that an 80-year-old man can still do this.

Han Zhen said curiously: "Then you let Zhou Tong teach you, so you may not be so surprised."

"Neither will my master."

Liu Kai scratched his head in embarrassment, and then his eyes lit up with excitement, and asked: "County magistrate, did you practice the Taoist secret technique just now?"

"That's right!"

Han Zhen nodded.

"I have also joined the army now, can you teach me?" Liu Kai looked expectant.

"Yes, yes, but I don't have time right now. Let Wei Da teach you in a few days. He is the real successor."

Hearing that there will be a few more days to wait, Liu Kai's heart feels like a hundred claws scratching his liver.

But thinking that Wei Da is the true inheritor of the secret technique, he could only suppress his impatience, nodded and said: "Well, I will wait for a few days."

"From now on, you will join the cavalry battalion and temporarily return to Nie Dong's command."

After explaining a sentence, Han Zhen got up and walked out of the barracks.

When Nie Dong was found, he ordered: "Call the soldiers who participated in the battle yesterday to the warehouse and distribute the rewards!"

"Order!"

Hearing that a reward was about to be distributed, Nie Dong immediately turned around excitedly.

After a while, the infantry and cavalry who participated in the battle yesterday gathered happily on the school field.

What they like most about Han Zhen is that he never delays in distributing rewards.

Basically, after the battle, it will be sent out the next day.

Refreshing enough!
And never withhold reward money, as much as you want, not a single penny is missing.

This alone is enough for the soldiers to fight bravely.

Holding the list of military merits in his hand, Han Zhen read aloud: "Xiao Wu, beheaded at level 23, well commanded, well organized, and rewarded 110 guan!"

"Nie Dong, behead the eighteenth level..."

Whoa!
Under the scorching sun, the golden copper coins reflected the dazzling light.

On the school field in the distance, the eyes of the soldiers who were practicing were all red with envy.

They were stationed in the county seat yesterday, but they waited all day and all night, and they didn't even see a single dare-chi soldier.

Now, I can only watch helplessly as the brothers who went to Qiancheng County receive the reward.

Liu Qi was dumbfounded. Is this how rewards in the army are distributed?
He has been in and out of the army since he was a child, and he has seen only a handful of scenes where rewards are handed out.

And even if it is sent, it means sending a few bucks.

But what about Han Zhen?

Dozens or hundreds of punches are frequently used, without blinking.

Baskets of copper coins were so heavy that these soldiers could barely move them.

This food, this reward, not to mention the domestic rebels, even facing Xixia and Liao, they can fight the opponents everywhere.

After the reward money was distributed, Han Zhen said solemnly: "Don't rush away, just announce one thing."

Hearing this, the soldiers who had received the bounty stopped their smiles and stood up straight.

Han Zhen said loudly: "Nowadays, many brothers have lost their families and live in the military camp for a long time. It is inconvenient to store reward money. Therefore, I decided to open the warehouse for access. You can store money in the warehouse on weekdays."

In the barracks is a Datong shop, and dozens of people are crowded into one barracks.

Those with family members are better, they can take the money home while they are resting.

But what if you don't have a family?
Just like Nie Dong and the Western Army.

It is definitely inconvenient to put it in the barracks, there are many people with mixed hands, and it may be stolen someday.

After listening to Han Zhen's words, the soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, silent.

Seeing this, Han Zhen didn't understand what they were thinking. He sneered and said, "Oh, it's not that I look down on you, I still look down on this little money. It's up to you whether to save it or not, and I won't force it."

These words made the soldiers suddenly realize.

Yes!

The county magistrate's family has a big business, so how could he value his little money.

And even if the county magistrate wants to be greedy, why bother to reward him?
After figuring this out, the vigilance raised in the hearts of many soldiers dissipated in an instant.

"County magistrate, the end will be saved!"

Nie Dong was the first to express his opinion.

In his opinion, the county magistrate has a big conspiracy, so how could he be greedy for these small money, and lose the big because of the small.

So, he wasn't worried at all.

With Nie Dong as an example, Xiao Wu also said: "County magistrate, I also save."

Soon, more than a dozen Western soldiers expressed their desire to save money.

They are deserters and have no relatives or reasons in Linzi County.

During this period of time, a lot of rewards have been accumulated, and it is really inconvenient to store them in the barracks.

At this time, a soldier hesitated and said: "County magistrate, I would like to ask, if I have saved it, can I take it out when I want to use it?"

Han Zhen replied: "It can be used at any time, and you can register with the accountant in the army."

A few days ago, he found craftsmen in the official workshops in the county and made a set of anti-counterfeiting labels.

First of all, when withdrawing money, you need to show a deposit receipt. There is an anti-counterfeiting mark on the receipt, which is the first layer of protection.

The second is to check the identity information, which is the second layer.

The last is the password, which is the third layer.

Every soldier who deposits has a password, which only they and the accountant know.

In this way, it can be guaranteed that there will be no impersonation.

As for whether the accountant will be greedy for ink, Han Zhen has also considered this point.

At that time, he will ask the county government clerk to make a copy of the accounts in the army as a backup.

Check the accounts once a month, and if the accounts are not correct, you have to ask him if the butcher knife in his hand is not good enough.

"Okay, let's go."

After Han Zhen finished speaking, he ignored those soldiers, and after explaining a few words to Nie Dong, he rode on his horse and left the barracks all the way.

This kind of thing can't be rushed, the more impatient, it will make the soldiers feel suspicious.

Han Zhen's attitude of loving and not saving, on the contrary, enhances his credibility.

Besides, Nie Dong and a few people made samples, and after withdrawing money a few times, the rest of the soldiers naturally believed it.

……

After entering the county seat, he first went home and reported to Han Zhang that he was safe, and then Han Zhen rushed to the county government to continue to follow up the progress of the account check.

After sitting in the book hall for less than half an hour, a yamen servant hurried in and handed a letter to him.

Picking up the envelope and glanced at it, and found that it was Zhao Ting's letter, Han Zhen sneered.

Yesterday, he replied to Zhao Ting's letter, picked up the Dragon Slaying Saber and slashed at the price of the ordnance.

A set of half body iron armor has [-] punctures, leather armor has [-] punctures, long knives and spears have [-] punctures, and strong crossbow has [-] punctures.

At the end, it was extremely tough to express, love to sell or not, or not to sell.

After these few days of correspondence, he understood that he had to be tough on people like Zhao Ting, otherwise he could continue to fight for money.

As Chang Zhixian said, Zhao Ting had long since lost his literati integrity.

Therefore, when it comes to money, there is no need to worry about face or shame.

Open the envelope and open the letter.

Sure enough, Zhao Ting was not angry at Han Zhen's words, but was still making a fuss about the price of armaments.

But this time it was more reliable, and each weapon was only charged twice.

Han Zhen thought about it silently in his heart, and he felt that it was acceptable, and the extra two pennies should be regarded as expedited expenses for rushing to work.

He took out a piece of letter paper, wrote a letter with You Long's pen, and ordered the yamen servant to deliver it to the post station, and then continue to concentrate on his work.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting.

Sensing the dimming of the light in the book hall, Han Zhen stood up and said, "It's getting late, you guys should finish reconciling the remaining accounts, and go back on your errand."

"Yes!"

The subordinate officials all agreed.

Apart from the county office, Han Zhen returned to his house in the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Aaron has worked hard."

As soon as he entered the gate, the housekeeper greeted him with a ponytail duster, and dusted the dust off Han Zhen's clothes graciously.

Han Zhen casually asked, "Where's Madam?"

The housekeeper replied: "There are guests at home, and my wife is accompanying me."

guest?

Han Zhen was puzzled.

All the way through the vertical flower gate, you can see Han Zhang and An Niang talking in the living room of the second courtyard.

"Erro is back!"

Seeing him coming back, the two women stood up one after another and greeted him.

Just when they got closer, the two frowned.

He ran around for a whole day yesterday, and fought with the Ganchi Army again. The blood was mixed with sweat, and after being fermented at high temperature, the smell was really offensive.

Han Zhang urged: "Erlang, go and wash."

Han Zhen didn't feel it, but when he raised his arm and smelled it, his complexion suddenly changed.

Good guy!
Just like this, it is really not easy for the subordinate officials in the county government to endure their work.

　PS: I went to the county seat today for business, and I didn’t come back until evening. I wanted to ask for a leave of absence.However, a friend of the author said that even if you ask for leave, you have to send [-] words.

　　I'm really sorry, what I owe will be made up tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)