Chapter 211 Wang Ci

Not only did he have ice cubes, just like the monthly allowance, the ice tickets were also given to the county government according to the level, but no one in the county seemed to have the worry of him. Wu Ya, who had the most negotiations with the thieves in the county, ate and drank in the government office every day. This old man drank some undone of the thieves. After Wu Ya went to Bairen City once, he fell in love with this wine and its strange way of drinking. He mixed it with some bubbled sour water and crushed ice. Sometimes he would add a few mint leaves. It is said that drinking it to relieve heat and quench thirst, which is very comfortable. He also recommended it to him repeatedly. Wu Mingjin felt that this way of drinking, water and fire intersecting and ice and fire fighting, is not suitable for health preservation, so thank you for your respect.

As for Dianshi, it was even more amazing. Wu Mingjin thought angrily: I don’t know who he was. Master Dianshi lives in the yamen office and his request for the thieves was just on call. The thieves were very busy. The thieves went to Nanbao to start a mine, and Dianshi led the yamen runners all the way, and the yachts were very busy. They asked for documents and made land deeds.

Why didn’t you work so hard in the past? Wu Mingjin thought resentfully. From the increasing appetite and food and clothing of Dianshi’s family, which has been increasingly lenient in their family and the calculation method of every "week" - this is the way the thieves calculate - they all have to go to Dongmen Market to see it. The so-called money can make the devil push the grinding is really good.

Wang Ci, the county's teacher, was the most square-minded master. Wu Mingjin did not expect that he would also go to ask for help from the thief. Now the hundreds of acres of academic fields outside the west gate have changed hands. He secretly watched the city wall several times - Xuetian's appearance has changed a lot, making him happy and worried. He was happy that he wanted to help Linggao's literary talent, but he couldn't afford to pay. Now after this rectification of Xuetian, the county's funding has been settled. He was worried that the thief relied on this hand and couldn't help but intervened among the scholars.

Wu Mingjin was not very concerned about the people's ideas. Although he also knew that "the people are the most important, the king is the least", "water can carry a boat and can also overturn the boat", and "the people's hearts are facing each other", the attitude of the scholars is the most worried about him. If a person who is a good person has a good impression of the thief and even has a few evil people who betray the famous religion, the hearts of this person will be difficult to deal with. Although the ancients did not have a clear theory of "ideological", they still understood the basic principles. So he was always worried about this.

Wu Mingjin has not read too many historical books, but he has always read Zizhi Tongjian and other things. Whenever he rebelled and rebelled, once a scholar was in the toilet, the poison would be a hundred times more harmful than a few mud legs.

Since ancient times, scholars have been thieves in the toilet. It is said that there are quite a few scholars in the sham - they are really gentle and sweeping the floor! Wu Mingjin suddenly became alert - will this Wang Zhiyu not be able to withstand the temptation of the sham? This is an amazing event! Lingao is a small county town, with only thirty students in the county, and as long as there are a few scholars selling themselves to join us...

Wu Mingjin couldn't even think about it anymore. The scholar was a thief. It seemed that this dynasty had never set this precedent. Thinking of this, he was restless and quickly ordered someone to find Teacher Wang.

Wang Ci was coming into the city from outside the west gate - he sighed from time to time.

He went to Dianxiaode. A student from the county "attached school" just passed away. As a teacher, he had to go. Fortunately, the Australians are well-built, and the family is not far from the main road. It took only one day to go back to the county in the past.

Although the road was easy to walk, Wang Ci was in a heavy mood. The deceased student was only in his early forties. When he went to pay his respects, the deceased left a pair of orphans and widows, and the family was very pitiful. It turned out that he was just relying on opening a private school to collect a few children to study and make a living. The county's money was not available for many years. If he could have money and rice supplements, he might not have died.

In Lingao, there is originally a weak literary spirit, so another one died. Although the quota is empty, there will naturally be people who will be admitted to the bench, but there are not many scholars in this county...

Generally speaking, in ancient times, those who were on the road to studying and taking exams would not be in a state of extreme poverty. In the countryside, they had to be at least middle peasant or above. However, when people read school, they would lose a strong labor force at home. If the family had a small population or encountered three disasters and six diseases, they would easily fall into poverty.

There are many scholars in Lingao County who have poor economic conditions. Not only are scholars poor, but children who have no money to receive money are even poorer. During the last county exam, many children were covered in quail clothes and knots, just like beggars. In addition to scholars who need relief, children are the root of scholars, and they also have to be subsidized.

Naturally, the county could not afford the money, and the donations from the gentry were almost used. They spoke to them too many times, so Wang Ci was really shameless to go there again. It seems that only after the autumn harvest is over, the autumn grains in the fields will be reduced, and Wang Ci thought.

When he walked outside the west gate of the county town and saw the newly repaired Xuetian Village, he would wonder - is his step right or wrong?

Judging from the situation in the field, the appearance of this Xuetian was the best time since Wang Ci took office in Linggao. The green seedlings, neat ridges and canals, the newly built fences in the garden and the blooming pumpkin flowers were wrapped around it. He had never seen this beautiful pastoral scenery in Xuetian. All he saw was a large area of ​​barren fields and crops that were planted half-dead.

But then he simply built the road at the west gate, and the fortress-like house that had just stood up outside the city gate. This house was built by Australians for tenants of the school field. The house was built very exquisitely - it was actually a brick and tile house! Wang Ci had been in several times, and there were drying yards, toilets, livestock sheds and wells. Not only were there all living facilities, but he had a reasonable layout and convenient use, which were unprecedented. Of course, there were not only tenants, but also people like long-term workers who were collected from the mainland, who were also planting school field.

Although Wang Ci couldn't see anything wrong, he always felt uneasy as he saw the small village standing in a completely refreshed place less than half a mile away from the city gate.

Just as I was thinking, I met Lu Da on the road, and I saw the tenant farm in the school field pushing a brand new trolley on the newly paved mechanized road. There were two large wooden barrels with lids on the car. There was an indescribable smell floating from afar, a bit like manure, but it was much more pungent.

Seeing Teacher Wang coming, Lu Da hurriedly stopped the car, stood respectfully on the side of the road and shouted: "Master Wang."

Wang Ci had nothing to say to such mud legs, but he wanted to inquire about the Australians' movements, so he smiled and said, "Okay, are you sending manure to the field?"

"If you want to go back to the master, this is not feces, it is ammonia." Lu Da said.

"Anshui?"

"Yes, it was transported from the Boshop to use it for fattening fields. It is said to be better than feces, urine and bean cakes."

"So?" Wang Ci is no longer surprised by the Australians' fresh things. I think this is their fresh things again.

“How about the crops?”

"It's so good!" Lu Da smiled and flowers bloomed. "I have planted land for decades and have never seen such a good crop! It's so amazing!"

Lu Da talked enthusiastically about many new things about Australian farming, some of which were heard by Wang Ci, and some did not. He listened to the Australians' strange thoughts and their various novel and strange things with interest. Sometimes he felt curious, sometimes he was surprised by their grand work.

Wang Ci vaguely felt that the power of Australians was not only that they had many "tricky and lustful skills" that they didn't understand, but more that they were their execution and courage.

Hundreds of acres of school land were transformed, and the land was turned up and the canals were rebuilt. In just one month, the appearance of the school land was completely renewed. He estimated that if the county came to do it, even if the money and food were abundant, Wu Daling would not be able to do it in less than half a year. As for the road under his feet, he would never dare to think about it.

Not only dare to do it, but also be able to do it. This made Wang Ci sincerely admire him.

"A scholar is useless!" A sentence suddenly flashed in his mind. Whether he is himself or Wu Daling, whoever has a fame in the county is not a person who is well-read and well-versed in the Four Books and Five Classics? Why can't many things in the county be solved by solving the problems that need to be solved? The problem of optic field has been in his hands for seven or eight years, and he has no choice but to think about it. Wu Daling repeatedly summoned the gentry and the roads in the county to solve, but it has not been solved.

When the Australians arrived, it seemed like a typhoon was blowing, and in an instant, they blew all this clean.

He had a foreshadowing before the trend. Wang Ci sighed. He had already had a foreshadowing that what Australians do in Linggao would not be just in Linggao.

Wang Ci asked about the internal affairs of Xuetian Village. Lu Da said that the tenants in Xuetian are now sent to school, children under the age of 13 have been sent to school, and they are all given food and accommodation by Australians. Not only do they eat three meals a day, but they even provide them with daily necessities such as clothes, quilts, shoes, etc. The children basically just have to go with their butts and open their mouths.

"What?!" Wang Ci shouted in shock, "They are running a school?"

This greatly stimulated Wang Ci's nerves. As the highest leader of the education department of Lingao County, Daming, he was worried about the county school every day. This Australian actually started a school quietly - listening to Lu Da's tone, it seemed that it was doing very well!

"Yes," Lu Da looked at him strangely, "Master, don't you know? The two little monkeys have been reciting for several months."
Chapter completed!