Chapter 543 Nanxiang Ranger

  The prefect of Yuexuan got the instructions of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, and ran back to Yuejuan again, conveying the meaning of the central government to the chief history of Yuejuan.

   "Five hundred food officials?!"

  When Feng Yong learned what the prime minister meant from Meng Yan, he immediately yelled, "Prefect Meng, are you sure it's five hundred? Not fifty?"

   "Of course it is five hundred."

  Meng Yan said affirmatively.

  When Feng Yong heard this, his face turned pale, his lips trembled, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.

  This **** is more than just drawing blood?

   It’s basically digging a hole in his chest, preparing to install a water pump, and pumping himself into a mummy!

  The best talents in Nanxiang are naturally the students who can graduate from the school.

   After all, they are young, it is time to study, and the closedness allows them to concentrate on learning without other interference, and learning knowledge is the fastest.

  In addition, they also know that they must pass the school's assessment and graduate normally in order to get the best way out.

   So they have a strong will to learn.

  After they come out of the school, they will go to various places for two years of internships, which will open their eyes, understand the grassroots, and accumulate practical experience. In the future, they will become the best backbone talents at the grassroots level.

  Now, most of the aides and staff who help to deal with various government affairs according to their own instructions are the best students who graduated from the school.

  Even if this group of people will not be able to become local chief officials because of their backgrounds, they will definitely be competent as the staff of the county magistrate and county magistrate.

  If someone's bad luck is against the sky, and smoke is rising from the ancestral grave, and accidentally sneaks into the establishment officially recognized by the imperial court, it is not impossible.

  But the number of students coming out of the school is small after all, and the direction of flow is firmly controlled by Feng Yong: This kind of talent is not enough for himself, who the **** would give it up to others?

  As for the second-class talents in Nanxiang, they are the soldiers of Nanxiang.

  Nanxiang soldiers are considered professional soldiers, and they are usually closed. After training, they are also forced to read and write.

  Compared to the students in the school, the Nanxiang soldiers have a quick success. Most of them will definitely not be able to compare with the students who graduated from the school.

   Except for a few people who are not only lucky but also hard-fated, and can make achievements on the battlefield.

For the rest, they can either be some kind of village commander Qu Chang in the army, or after retiring, be a small steward under Feng Yong's property, or as it is now, under Feng Yong's jurisdiction, Be a village chief or something like that in a local area.

  Being the head of the personal guard of a big man is the highest achievement.

   It is difficult to go further.

   After all, they only recognize five hundred commonly used characters and the most basic arithmetic, so they can only be regarded as the most basic talents.

   But fortunately, they have received strict training and are organized and disciplined, which can be used in emergencies.

  Why does Feng Yong still have more than a hundred Nanxiang soldiers by his side?

   That's because they haven't even read the five hundred commonly used characters, so what's the use of sending them out?

  Nowadays, the official documents issued by the three counties of Sunshuihe Valley to the Xiangting Pavilion are extremely strange to outsiders, because the words written on them are too white to be white.

  The reason is that he can’t understand official documents with a little bit of classical Chinese!

   As for the third-class talents, they are the employees in various workshops and mines in Nanxiang.

  They have a certain degree of organizational discipline, but the literacy rate is uneven. Most people can't even reach the most basic 300 characters, let alone 500 commonly used characters.

   At best, you can recite a multiplication formula.

  Except for the mandatory literacy of key personnel like the captain in charge, there is not much hope for the rest, so in Feng Yong's eyes, the first generation of employees are simply consumables.

   Only in the last four or five years, the second generation who have undergone the compulsory baptism of the school accounted for at least half of the workshop workers, did Feng Yong dare to let go of the talent flow.

  Now that the old monster Zhuge asks for 500 food and grass officials, he basically takes away the barely qualified talents in Nanxiang. How can this not make Feng Tubie furious?

   How much grain do you have? Want five hundred food and grass officials? Are you going to let them count the grains of rice?

   "Five hundred is not enough, is two hundred and fifty enough?"

  Feng Yong clutched his chest and asked tremblingly, planning to pay back the money.

  Meng Yan's eyes were very erratic, "This, Feng Changshi, is just a messenger..."

   Pass it on to your mother!

  Feng Yong almost wanted to jump up and beat the simple-looking Nanzhong barbarian in front of him to death.

  You ran back to Jincheng all right, and then ran back suddenly, telling me this kind of words, if you say that this matter has nothing to do with you, I can take my head off and kick it as a ball on the spot!

  It seems that the background that I have accumulated for several years was finally discovered by the old monster Zhuge, and the person who informed me was obviously this guy in front of me.

  Thinking of the old demon Zhuge sharpening his knife and preparing to cut his own leeks, Feng Tubie's heart ached.

  Damn it, Zhuge Yaoyao and I are destined to be mutually exclusive. I have always been the one who cut leeks on other people, and whenever I met Zhuge Old Demon, he would cut leeks.

   "Prime Minister, didn't you say anything else?"

   Feng Yong asked unwillingly.

"The Prime Minister also said that the method of Feng Changshi's re-capital test in the three counties of Suqidengtai, Qiongdu, is something that has never happened in other places of the Han Dynasty, so we can be tolerant. Feng Changshi can serve as soldiers in these three counties. Let it be."

  When Feng Yong heard it, he felt "bah" in his heart, what use would I make of such a weak compensation?

Today's big Han, except for the few governors who can independently mobilize their troops within a certain range, the rest of the county guards, although they are in charge of the army in name, but there are county officials, Sima, etc. under the control of size, and they have not expanded the army at will. power.

  Yueyu is regarded as a border county, and the real power is in the hands of Feng Yong, a long history. At the same time, according to the rules, there is an additional post of captain.

  The captain is actually the person who controls the military of the border county.

  But the four captains of Yuejuan... two are Feng Yong's younger brothers, and two are recommended by Feng Yong.

  The reason why Meng Yan, the prefect in name, can also control part of the troops is actually to check and balance Feng Yong.

   Now the prime minister of the Han Dynasty gave Feng Yong the right to serve as a soldier in the three counties, which is equivalent to giving him the power of the governor in a small area, and he can expand the troops in the three counties at will.

  That was already a sign of great trust in him, and in the eyes of the officials of the big man, it could be regarded as the dream treatment.

   But for Feng Yong...is there any use?

  I have no intention of rebelling.

   Besides, I just want to rebel. No matter how the three counties expand their troops, what can they do? That's not enough wow!

   This is simply because the old demon Zhuge wants to see what kind of effect can be achieved by the method of restoring everything, so he uses an excuse to let himself go.

   "The prime minister has a long history, but he values ​​it very much."

  Meng Yan's face was dark and honest, and his flattery was direct and straightforward, "Being able to serve as a soldier in the three counties, apart from those few governors, only Feng Changshi has such exclusive power."

  Simple?

  Southern Zhongyi people... What about the simplicity of their children?

  Feng Yong looked at Meng Yan, speechless for a while.

  Whether Feng Yong is willing or not, Nanxiang's massive blood draw is imperative.

  In October of the fourth year of Jianxing, Nanxiang County made another major mobilization a few months after Feng Yong mobilized personnel.

   According to folk rumors, this time he will be transferred to Jincheng as a guard.

   It is normal for local strong men to take turns serving as guards in Jincheng.

   But for Nanxiang County, it is the first time.

   Not only did the magistrate of Nanxiang personally select the soldiers, but he even prepared a banquet for these soldiers to eat and drink before letting them set off.

In recent years, the conscription in the local area has always been to pick people and leave, and even forcibly pull people. I have never heard that the conscription government also invites food and drink. This Nanxiang practice, in the eyes of most people, is the first time .

   "This is the serious rule!"

  Watching Xiong Jiujiu's soldiers leave, an old man sighed, "I haven't seen such rules for many years."

  So someone asked curiously, "What kind of rule is this?"

The old man shook his head and said, "The rules of the big man are like this. The local conscripts go to the capital to serve as guards. When they first arrive in the capital and when they retire, the government will prepare a feast. No one understands this rule now! This The Nanxiang government hosts a banquet, which is the one who really understands the rules."

   "The old man lived a long life?"

  passers-by asked curiously.

   "The old man was born in the first year of Xiping."

  Passers-by were startled, and after thinking for a while, they remembered that Xiping was Emperor Ling's reign, and were shocked, "It turns out that the old man is actually fifty-six. It seems that he has really seen such a grand occasion."

  The old man squinted at passers-by, "Emperor Ling tried his best to plunder money, even selling his officials to collect money. How could there be such a grand occasion? Do you think he will spend money to hold a banquet for the soldiers?"

  The passer-by was a man in his thirties. Hearing this, he was choked and speechless on the spot.

   But a young man next to the man heard it and couldn't help saying, "You old man is so unreasonable. Since you haven't seen it, how can you talk like it's true!"

The old man rode over as soon as he was kidnapped, and shouted, "Boy is rude! I haven't seen it before, haven't I heard of it? Naturally, I heard about it from the elders, so I learned that there are such rules! The ignorant Disciple, are you ashamed or not?"

  The young man was scolded for being unlearned and incompetent, his face turned red and he was ashamed.

   "It turns out that big men still have such rules, it seems that we are ignorant, thank you for your guidance."

  The man saluted quickly.

  The old man glanced at the two of them, and saw that they were all wearing long swords. Although they spoke politely, they had a strong sense of quackery, so he muttered, "Not a good person..."

   Then he shook his head and left.

   Only the two of them were left looking at each other.

   "Master, where should we go now?"

  The young man asked.

The man pondered for a while, and then said, "If you want to find out the whereabouts of Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng, you must start with things related to him. The most obvious relationship with him is the Xinhua Bookstore and the storyteller. "

"The Xinhua Bookstore is a place where scholars go. With our current appearance, it is naturally not easy to enter, so we first went to find the most famous storyteller in the city. I just walked along the way, and I saw a few people who are of the same way. When the time comes, we will find a chance to ask.”

   "Master, this Nanxiang is really different from other places, it is worthwhile for us to travel thousands of miles away."

   "That's natural. People like Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng choose to live in seclusion here, which makes sense."

   "I don't know what kind of person this Lanling Xiaoxiaosheng is, and he can write such secrets..."

   "I think he must be an expert among his colleagues."

   "I just wonder if he would like to see us?"

   "Those fellows appearing here seem to be aiming at this expert. Since others can have such intentions, why can't we give it a try?"

   "Master taught me that."

  The two continued to move forward, whispering, not wanting to draw attention from others.

  According to the legend of the outsiders, coming to Nanxiang, there are four characteristics that must be known.

  The first one is not to provoke women easily.

  Nanxiang women are the masters of the house. If there is a wanderer from outside who dares to break the rules, the rest of his life will basically be spent in the mines in the mountains.

  The second is that Nanxiang is the most direct evidence of the presence of evil spirits: a kiln with billowing smoke in the daytime and bright lights in the night, day and night.

  At the same time, it is also a wonder of Nanxiang.

  When foreigners come to Nanxiang for the first time, they will be attracted to stop and watch for a long time.

  The third is Nanxiang Xinhua Bookstore, which is open to all readers free of charge.

  Many children from poor families came here because of it, just to find their favorite books in it.

  But after all, there are only a few people who can read and read, so the most popular is the last one, the unique storyteller in Nanxiang.

  One table, one chair, one gavel, one storyteller, one bowl of boiling water, that's all.

  But it is an indispensable thing for all restaurants, guest houses and other business places in Nanxiang-no one wants to go to restaurants and guest houses without storytellers.

   But the storyteller's schedule, there is a way.

  Every time I talk too long, there are many customers in this store, but they are all patronizing and listening to books, and they don’t leave after eating.

   But there is no place inside, and people outside can't greet them, which affects business.

   But if the time is too short and the guests are not satisfied, the grumpy man will even refuse the unfinished meal, and just overturn the table on the spot.

   Also, in different places, the details of the storytelling are also different.

  For example, in places where there are many laborers and coolies, it is to use all kinds of imagination, and the more explicit, simple and straightforward the intimate details are, the better the effect will be.

  The people in Qianshou like to hear this.

  But in a more elegant place, most people rely on their status, so they have to speak more elegantly, implicitly, or allusively, and then everyone will smile.

   It not only maintains face, but also makes the spirit happy and satisfied.

  This situation also resulted in the same biographical novel, except that the outline is roughly the same, but the various plots are quite different in the mouths of different storytellers.

  This biographical novel is not only liked by adults, but also by children.

  The two masters and apprentices who first arrived in Nanxiang saw children on the street holding wooden knives, wooden swords, or wooden sticks, humming and haha ​​fighting.

   This one shouted "Look at my Xuanyin finger", and the other shouted "Eat my Xuanming palm".

   What's more, he just took off his clothes, "Nine Suns Magic Art, invincible in the world, if you don't believe me, come and beat me..."

   Then a woman rushed out from the side, picked him up and "cracked" a set of Luoying palms, and shouted, "Have you finished your homework?"

  Jiuyang Shengong was broken in an instant, Wa'er cried and said, "Not yet..."

   "I went wild when I was on vacation. My old lady worked so hard to find ways to send you to school. You actually went to learn from those rangers, and I can't beat you to death!"

  …

  The eyes of the master and the apprentice twitched. This woman from Nanxiang really lived up to her reputation!

   It's just a ranger, didn't provoke you, right?

   "Hurry up and get dressed and go home!"

  The woman became the leader of the martial arts alliance, and left with arrogance.

  All the masters of the rivers and lakes did not dare to say anything, they could only look at the leader in despair, sobbing, retrieved his clothes, put them on, and prepared to go home.

   "Little brother, I'm being polite here, can I ask you something?"

  The man stepped forward, clasped his fists and asked.

  The leading brother with tears on his face saw the swords in the waists of the two men, his eyes lit up, and he clasped his fists at the man, looking decent, "I don't know what this brother wants to ask?"

   "I want to find the most famous storyteller in this city, do you know?"

  The elder brother who took the lead immediately patted his chest and said, "Why is this difficult? The most famous storyteller in Nanxiang is 'Bai Xiaosheng' from 'Xia Ke Xing'..."

   Before he finished speaking, he heard a "lion's roar" from the corner, "Where are people?"

"coming!"

  The elder brother who took the lead trembled with fright, and ran away in a hurry.

  (end of this chapter)