Back To The Beginning Of Ming To Do Charity

The mobility of the population is very strong in troubled times. In order to survive, people will keep migrating until they find a foothold.

Then continue to live, multiply, and work.

But people are loyal at the same time. They are loyal to their homes and to the land where they work hard.

The word "home", in addition to family, is also the endorsement of the house.

When the "loan" comes out, people will stay there if they can buy a house.

The people are the foundation of a city and even a country.

Lin Yuan thought of many ways, and even hollowed out the granary of big households and the court in the early stage, so that the people had confidence in him.

It is not easy to balance income and expenditure by relying on taxes alone. The taxes Lin Yuan now collects together are only one-third of the initial investment.

But after all there was a gain, Lin Yuan was not too much relieved.

He has been in Gaoyou for three years. During these three years, Gaoyou has been turned into a city that belongs to him. The rules are set by him, and people’s living habits are changed by him. Lin Yuan experimented while adjusting his direction. , Until the outcome of each move is close to his expectations.

In the spring of the sixteenth year, Lin Yuan left Gaoyou and went to Pingjiang. The people saw them off along the road. Some people even dragged their families to follow Lin Yuan’s motorcade and wanted to follow Lin Yuan to Pingjiang. Lin Yuan’s motorcade was there. The bandits and bandits dare not move them.

Lin Yuan also knew that Zhang Shicheng went to Pingjiang from Gaoyou in history, and designated Pingjiang as the capital. The following year, the Miao general of the Yuan Army defeated Zhang Shide's brother Zhang Shide. Zhang Shide was escorted to Nanjing and died on a hunger strike.

But going to Pingjiang is Lin Yuan's best choice now.

The Miao general of the Yuan army was a tragic figure. His original name was Yang Tongguan. After defeating Zhang Shicheng, he was not only promoted, but also bestowed by Emperor Yuanshun. He was first the leader of the peasant uprising and was later recruited as an official. At first he was just a thousand households. The highest official title is Marshal.

In the end he died, no matter how powerful he was on the battlefield, he was forced to hang himself in the end.

People always decide their heads by their butts, and standing on the court is holding high the banner of orthodoxy.

Standing on the side of the rebels is just shouting for the people.

Most of the truths in this world are not black and white, but the big men turn the truth around in their minds, and what they say becomes black and white again.

This time it was Chen Baisong who escorted Lin Yuan to Pingjiang. Chen Baisong rode a horse, and Lin Yuan rode a carriage-he didn't want to try to feel the skin on his thighs anymore, so he indulged himself once in a while.

But at this time, the roads are all dirt roads. Even the official roads in the past are full of mud pits. Sitting on the carriage, Lin Yuan was turned into a nausea, and he was afraid of pulling down the journey. He was in the carriage. Take it alone.

Chen Baisong was still talking to him beside the carriage, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

Lin Yuan: "...When you get to the place... I'll talk to you again."

He was really vomiting.

Chen Baisong could only shut up and escorted Lin Yuan over quietly all the way.

Lin Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief when he arrived at the gate of Pingjiang City. Pingjiang was down for less than a year, and Chen Baisong was in charge of almost all of the year. All the generals in Lin Yuan's hand controlled the army by tiger charms. Soldiers He only recognizes tiger characters but not people. Chen Baisong doesn't know how to manage people, so he stationed the barracks in Pingjiang.

Lin Yuan thinks this is a good method.

Without too many twists and turns, it's bigger than anyone's fist.

Chen Baisong did not care about the matter, and asked the original officials and officials to take care of them. Faced with huge fists, these people did not dare to give birth to any other thoughts, but did things well, so Pingjiang changed the master for one year, but there was no What has happened.

Pingjiang is richer than Gaoyou, and this wealth is reflected in the small people. Even if there are endless refugees and famines today, the people of Pingjiang have not been hungry-but their food reserves are almost empty, and their money has bottomed out. Now, if it is later, then maybe the next thing will happen.

Compared with other places, Pingjiang is not too chaotic. People live and work in peace and contentment, but life is harder than before.

There are also many scholars in Pingjiang. This is where the money is. People with money can afford to train scholars.

It's like a poverty-stricken country deep in the mountains. It is impossible to train a scholar with the strength of a clan.

Lin Yuan went directly to the government office. It was cleaned every day and it was well maintained. People filed in and started decorating the government office according to Lin Yuan’s habits and hobbies. Even Lin Yuan’s favorite paperweight was brought along with the lantern cover. Lin Yuan loves to see the patterns on the picture. In short, the government office has changed drastically after a day. Looking at this high efficiency, Lin Yuan has to admit that capitalism is corroding people's hearts, and he will be corroded thoroughly.

——Although he is not on the path of capitalism.

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"Master Zhang." The little official caught up with the person in front of him and followed him three steps behind him.

The person called Master Zhang was originally just a petty official. He belongs to the kind that no one manages. He has no real power, no right to speak, and no access to Pingjiang's core political group.

Now that Ping Jiang has fallen into the hands of the anti-thief, he has the opportunity to display it instead.

Master Zhang smiled at the little official. He got up early, and at this time he was still holding a biscuits made by his wife himself. There were meat fillings in his hands. He ate while walking, barely mixing half full. He didn't dare to eat too full today. Otherwise, the stomach is not comfortable when discussing matters, it is really indecent, and it may be contemptuous.

The little official smelled the scent of cooking cakes and swallowed gluttonously. He ate a bun in the morning. He thought he was full, but he smelled the meat again.

"I don't know where the gods came." The little official sucked, and asked a little strangely, "The adults were told to go with us."

How can an official and a small official be in the same room for discussion? That's not too particular.

Master Zhang chuckled and said, "The Nan Bodhisattva of Gaoyou is here now."

Xiaoli: "That's terrible!"

They have all heard of the name of Nan Bodhisattva of Gaoyou, which is very popular among the people.

A little ignorant, sincerely believe that the South Bodhisattva is a god.

Those who are more lucid, naturally know that this is just a means, but those who are lucid will not say it.

So the stupid is even more stupid.

The son does not talk strangely and forcefully.

Among the ancients, there were actually atheists.

But only those who read poems and books well and have a high level of intellectual consciousness can become atheists.

It is impossible for ordinary people.

The little official said excitedly: "I heard that the Nan Bodhisattva can bless a man to make merits. I offered a deity at home. Now that the real body is here, I have to smash my head."

Lord Zhang smiled, looking like a nice man.

What is the fun of being alone when everyone is drunk? Why not get drunk together?

The little official turned his head and looked at: "Isn't that Master Zheng? What wind is blowing today, it actually blows all the adults."

This Master Zheng is notoriously slippery, not doing business, unwilling to offend people, sleek, and corrupt with the previous Shangguan, he was very beautiful, and then the Shangguan fell, and went to do other things, and with colleagues Mind together, push your own affairs to colleagues, and go to meet each other every day, life is very relaxed and comfortable.

Basically, he flees as long as he can. If he sounds good, he doesn't want fame and fortune. If he sounds bad, he is unwilling to take responsibility and cannot bear the burden.

Said it was a minister? The only way to curry favor with the boss is to flatter.

You said it was Chunchen? He can't do it again.

When Mr. Zheng said these three words, everyone knew who it was, even if he was more than one named Zheng among the officials.

Lord Zhang continued to be happy.

Seeing the little official's incomprehensible expression, Zhang Dahua answered his questions: "Today's morning meeting, Nan Bodhisattva is coming."

The little official's eyes widened and his mouth was so big that he could swallow a fist. He blushed: "Come today? I, I haven't changed into new clothes! Hey! Can I go back now in time?"

Master Zhang looked at him.

The little official slapped his mouth lightly: "I am confused again."

The so-called morning meeting is a new rule after Chen Baisong took over Pingjiang.

Officials will report on the work of the previous day at the morning meeting, what they have done, what they have summed up, and what they need to analyze and help.

This method is indeed effective. Officials can't talk about it, they can only ask questions and solve them honestly.

After all, there are records of small officials next to it.

These records will eventually be summarized on Lin Yuan's case.

Although the court fell, they still had to eat and dress, serve their parents, and raise children.

Master Zhang glanced at Master Zheng who was walking not far away, and he was not without envy in his heart.

Everyone said Master Zheng was a strange official, but they had to admit that Master Zheng lived better than most people.

It's a strange person to be so lazy that he can make him a personal mark.

They walked into the government office from the side entrance and found that the people of the government office seemed to have changed a group of people. Compared with the original people, they looked more orderly, with no expression on their faces, neither flattery nor closeness. It feels a little rusty and indifferent, but the actions are carried with full respect, and the actions are vigorous and vigorous, and there is more than one, but they are all like this.

Master Zhang looked away-don't think about things he shouldn't think about.

The servants took them to the cleaned up hall. Lin Yuan was already sitting on his head, with chairs placed horizontally under his head. It was just like a meeting. It was indeed a meeting. Lin Yuan didn’t have much time to learn about these officials. Such simple and violent means to understand them.

Lin Yuan saw that the people were almost there, so he said, "Starting from here, we will continue to talk about what we have done during this time, what troubles we have encountered, how we can solve them, and what experience we have gained."

Everyone in the audience, look at me and I look at you: "..."

South Bodhisattva! Do you really not give us time to be official? We are all ready!

Lin Yuan said strangely: "Why? Can't understand what I'm saying? Go from here to the right and say in turn?"

Is this group of people indifferent?

Isn't it? How do they become officials? Is it so demanding?

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I, regardless of left or right, for many years.

Every time someone talks about left and right, I have to think about which hand I hold the pen [cover my face and cry]

Thanks to the mines of Ju Ziyi, Mang Yao, and Ashe