Earth Immortal Righteous Path

Chapter 339 Beichen County

Beichen County.

The drizzle is misty, and the people are sad.

It was cool, cold wind, cold rain.

On the quiet official road, the chariots and horses moved forward slowly.

"Beichen County is an upper county, with [-] households and a population of [-]. Of course, this is the statistic three years ago."

"There are laws in Daliao, with audits every five years, and going to Luoyang every 30 years. The counties and prefectures all over the world have to send people to the bus department. Remote counties often have to send people months in advance to make sure the deadline is met."

"If we extrapolate based on the growth rate of population reproduction, it will be close to 7 people in three years. Counting the black households that have been hidden by various big families, there will be another [-]% more. It may not be impossible to count it as [-]."

Ding Dang sat in the carriage, lit a small stove, heated tea, and ate snacks.

Ding Yuchen on the opposite side was flipping through a volume of books.

This is a gift from the official, the geographical documents about Beichen County, including "Beichen County Chronicle".

As a national policy established when the Daliao Dynasty was founded, county governments in various places were ordered to regularly write county annals, recording some anecdotes and even local events.

So far, it has become a tradition.

By consulting the county annals, one can learn about the local human geography and even major events in the past.

It can't be said that it is useless to the locals, it's just better than nothing, it's just that scattered officials like Ding Dang from other places have an extra channel to quickly understand the area under their rule.

It is necessary to mention here that it is a small official who is beaten with iron, and a loose official with flowing water.

Similar to those petty officials who have no rank, most of them are of local origin, and their sons inherit their father's business, and a position has been passed down for several generations.

This is to facilitate the actions of these petty officials. It is still convenient for the locals to deal with the locals.

Discrete officials like county magistrates are different. First of all, there is a term limit.

This is to prevent local officials from becoming bigger and detrimental to the central government.

There has always been no shortage of county magistrates who have been emptied by their subordinates.

For example, those officials who only know how to dance and write, but don't know anything about current affairs, are very often kept in the dark.

"I'm here to rebel this time, so none of the people in the sixth house of the county government want to stay, and it's only a matter of time before they are replaced."

"The only thing that annoys me is that no one is available."

"I don't have any staff, nor do I have any talents supported by my family. For a while, I can't find any capable officials who can run the county government and handle government affairs."

Ding Dang looked at his sister and put down the cup in his hand.

"Sister, why don't you help me for a while, with my sister's ability, it's more than enough to be a housekeeper."

The county magistrate, respectfully titled Xianzun and Bailihou, holds the administrative, judicial, judicial, taxation, military service and other powers in the area under its jurisdiction.

Under the county magistrate, there are county magistrates, master books, county lieutenants, and Dian Shi.

Again, it is Liu Cao, that is, the small official, the knife and pen official, the small official who used a knife to carve words on bamboo slips in the past.

Hu Cao, Li Cao, Li Cao, Bing Cao, Xing Cao, Gong Cao, a total of six Cao.

Although the county government is small, it has many functions, so there is also a saying that "the county government is a small court".

Ding Yuchen's ability, not to mention acting as a householder, is more than enough to directly enter the cabinet.

Do not believe?

This is not blowing.

Ding Yuchen is literate and has read books with no less than 500 million words, which is better than [-]% of the people in the world.

These days, it is rare for someone to know a thousand commonly used characters, at least from a wealthy family.

Most people only know how to write their own name all their lives.

Secondly, even the children of aristocratic families have limited access to books.

At this time, books are family heirlooms.

Often in many aristocratic families, there are only a dozen truly valuable books handed down from generation to generation.

The aristocratic family passed on books to the family, keeping them secret and not letting outsiders borrow them easily.

As a result, most of the books circulating on the market are miscellaneous books such as poetry, poetry and fu.

For many officials, the books they have access to in their lifetime are only tens of thousands of words, or even 10,000+ words, which is not a lot.

At this time, the book writers are not long, and the words are concise, and a book is only a few thousand words.

In terms of reading volume alone, Ding Yuchen is much more diligent than Ding Dang.

She works under the Xianxi Goddess, and she borrows books in her spare time, which is less than five or six million words.

Shinto does not focus on time, often a water god has a long lifespan, and can collect many rare ancient books, and naturally there will be more books after a long time.

Among them, there are many works by famous ministers and good ministers, and even the Taizu of a country wrote his own handwriting, telling the exposition of the way of governing.

These bits and pieces were all regarded by her as readings to relieve boredom when she was bored, and she didn't know how many times she read them.

It was precisely because of this that Ding Dang made fun of her.

"Hmph, dare to make fun of my sister, do you want to beat me!"

Ding Yuchen didn't even raise his head, just hummed softly.

The tea on the small table vibrated violently, turning into water swords and piercing towards it.

Then, half a foot in front of Ding Dang, it stopped suddenly, turned back to tea, returned as it was, and fell back into the cup.

Anyone in the martial arts world will be shocked when they see it. This is already the realm of a great master of martial arts among mortals.

Since ancient times, immortals and martial arts have not been separated, or in other words, the way of immortality is deduced from martial arts.

In this world, there are many people who have entered the Tao through martial arts, but they often live in seclusion in the countryside and are seldom known by people.

Martial arts and divine channeling are originally two aspects of one body.

As for martial arts or magic first, this is like asking who was born first, the chicken or the egg, and no one can tell.

Before they knew it, the convoy had already entered Beichen County.

The golden autumn has passed and winter is approaching, and the fields are full of wilderness after harvest.

In the black oily land, from time to time, someone is holding farm tools, turning the soil, and burying the roots of rice in the soil, which can increase soil fertility.

"Hey, here in Beichen County, it seems that the farming methods are different."

Ding Dang pointed it out to his sister.

"This is recorded in the new agricultural book handed down by a county magistrate Liu Song when he encouraged farming 60 years ago. If the roots of rice are buried in the soil, it will increase the yield by one bucket in the spring."

Ding Yuchen found a record from the county annals.

"Why hasn't such a good farming technique been popularized?"

Ding Dang asked in surprise.

"Heh, it's not that easy to promote new technologies, even Liu Song only promoted a dozen households when he was in office... It doesn't mean that if you say something good, you will be recognized by others. "

Ding Yuchen said quietly.

"Sigh, the people are so stupid, and it's really not easy to do something practical. This county magistrate Liu Song really has a heart."

Ding Dang sighed.

"This Liu Song served as county magistrate for two terms, and then he went back to his hometown. He was in office, and he passed the evaluation every year, and the promotion of farming techniques did not work, so he quit in a fit of anger."

"However, 60 years later, the seeds he planted in those years finally bloomed. Compared with other places, the yield per mu in Beichen County has generally been higher by one point in recent years."

"Unfortunately, he can't see..."

(End of this chapter)