“It can be trusted, it can be trusted.”

The county soldier nodded quickly and said, "If even His Majesty and the Prince can't believe it, no one in the Great Zhou Dynasty can believe it."

"You guy is pretty good at talking."

Mo Zizai felt comfortable being flattered by the county soldier. He couldn't help but pinch his chin and ponder for a while, then asked the county soldier, "What's your name?"

"Go back to the prince, the name is Liu Changgong."

When Liu Changgong heard Mo Zizai ask his name, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Being able to know the name by the prince is not only a kind of honor, but also a capital for promotion and promotion in the future.

"Based? Have you read a book?"

Mo Zizai was a little surprised. Ordinary soldiers only called themselves me or me. Those who could claim to be marked were either trained or had studied.

If Liu Changgong had been trained, he would not have been just an ordinary big-headed soldier until now, so Mo Zizai would guess that he was a scholar.

"Yes, Prince."

Liu Changgong did not hide it and replied: "I have worked as a student at Yunshan Academy for three years."

If you can be a student in a college, you will generally have a good family background, and at least you are a poor family, otherwise you will never have the chance to enter the college gate.

Unfortunately, Liu Changgong really had no talent in studying, but rather liked to read more miscellaneous books. This led to three years of hard work and failed to get the title of a scholar. In addition, his family was in decline, so in order to make a living, he had to choose to leave school in the academy and become a county soldier.

Mo Zizai looked at Liu Changgong's sad look and knew that he must be a person with a story. However, with more people with a story, Mo Zizai was too lazy to learn about it one by one. He just needed to know that he was a scholar.

"Just be a scholar."

Mo Zizai nodded slightly, "Since you have read, you will be the first supervisor among the soldiers of the Nanjun County, right?"

"Supervisor? Me?"

Liu Changgong was stunned for a moment. He was asking Mo Zizai what this supervisor was, but in the blink of an eye he became a supervisor. Although things in the world were impermanent, they did not change so quickly!

"Prince, isn't it appropriate for me to be this supervisor?" Liu Changgong replied carefully: "Although I have been studying for several years, I don't even have the reputation of a scholar. I'm afraid I can't be the supervisor."

Liu Changgong was so scared that he didn't even dare to claim himself. Although he didn't know what rank the supervisor was, judging from the things Mo Zizai said about supervising and supervising, this official must be small, while he was just a small soldier, not even the reputation of a scholar. The leap between them was too big, which made him a little scared.

"There is nothing wrong, you don't have to think too much."

Mo Zizai didn't feel it was inappropriate at all. He said to Liu Changgong: "This supervisory position was initially established, and is now temporarily set to be the seventh rank, the same level as the county magistrate, but he has no power. You can only supervise military affairs, but you cannot interfere."

"Because this position is also experimental, so don't feel stressed. I will train you to formally take office. If you can do well, continue to do it. If you don't do well, then go back to be your big boss."

"Of course, if you rely on this official position to do something wrong, then your head may be left in this position."

Regarding this official position, Mo Zizai's idea was to build a kind of instructor similar to his previous life, but due to different national conditions, the two will definitely be different, so Mo Zizai prepared to test it first and let Liu Changgong try it.

If he can do it well, then formally establish the supervisor position and begin to be implemented in the army. If he does not do it well, then forget it.

As for the Beijing Control Institute, the function of this thing is similar to the petition bureau in the previous life, which allows local people to have a way to go directly to the heavens and not have nowhere to reach the wrong.

Of course, these things will only be useful when the government is strong, so Mo Zizai is not in a hurry. Now he just builds the framework first. In this way, when he pacifies the aristocratic family, he does not have to build it from scratch bit by bit, which can save a lot of time.

In addition to these, Mo Zizai has even thought about how to reform the land policy. It is just that those big families are more sensitive to land reform and can easily cause unnecessary rebounds, so Mo Zizai is not in a hurry to do it, and will talk about it when the people arranged by Yang Weishang come.

When all the officials who can take over the lower-level things are in place, Mo Zizai will start reforms drastically. By then, there will be those officials stable places, and those aristocratic families will rebound, and even if they dare to say something wrong, Mo Zizai will cut them down.

Liu Changgong, who had reached the sky, heard Mo Zizai say that this position was confirmed, which made him feel confused and happy. He quickly said thanks: "I am humble to Liu Changgong, thank you for the gifts of the prince."

"Okay, no need to be polite, hurry up and search the house."

Mo Zizai looked at the plaque hanging on the door of the Wu Mansion and said meaningfully: "When I finish copying these, there are still people waiting for me to copy them."

Liu Changgong didn't hear the profound meaning of Mo Zizai's words. He bowed deeply to Mo Zizai, and then retreated to the county soldiers. He has not taken office yet, so he is still the big-headed soldier. However, the eyes of the people next to him are completely different from those before.

There are a total of 67 large households here. Except for the five households who were willing to lend the house, the other 62 households were arrested and their property was collected and transported to the county magistrate's office.

These houses were just villas of some wealthy families, but they collected more than 20 million taels of silver. These factors, combined with various treasures, were used to transport them to the county magistrate's mansion until noon.

The news of Mo Zizai's search of his home here was naturally not hidden from the aristocratic families in Nanjun. However, even though the head of the aristocratic family who received the news knew that the raided house had their own family, no one dared to touch it.

Because Mo Zizai's intention to establish his authority was already very obvious, he was now eyeing the army of tens of thousands of people. Whoever dared to jump out would be a death.

So the things like houses and silver are gone. Those arrested families can look back and find ways to see if they can be saved. If they cannot, they will die. How can a person's safety be compared with the survival of the entire family?

And let alone the family's children, even if the person arrested is the head of the family, those families will not make any moves.

But those families thought that Mo Zizhai had just copied these, but he didn't expect that he had no intention of stopping. He turned his head and pointed the butcher's knife at the Wu family, which immediately made the families of all and big and small in Nanjun panic.

The families of all families who were afraid that Mo Zizai would drive them out of their way began to connect for a while and discussed with each other how to protect themselves. The situation in Nanjun County suddenly became a little confused.
Chapter completed!