The prefect of Yuexun got the instruction from the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, and ran back to Yuexun, conveying the central government's intention to the chief historian of Yuexun.

"Five hundred grain and grass officials?!"

When Feng Yong learned the meaning of the Han Dynasty Prime Minister from Meng Yan, he immediately shouted, "Meng Taishou, are you sure it is five hundred? Not fifty?"

"Of course it's five hundred."

Meng Yan said with certainty.

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

This damn thing is more than just drawing blood?

It's basically like digging a hole in your chest, preparing to install a water pump, and pumping yourself into a mummy!

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

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

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

So they have a strong willingness to learn.

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

Nowadays, most of the staff who help handle various government affairs according to his instructions are the best students who graduated from the school.

Even if this group of people cannot become local officials in the future because of their background, they will definitely be able to serve as aides to county magistrates and magistrates.

If someone has bad luck and smoke comes out of his ancestral grave, and accidentally sneaks into the establishment officially recognized by the imperial court, it is not impossible.

But after all, there are only a few students coming out of the school, and the direction of their flow is also firmly controlled by Feng Yong: He himself doesn’t have enough of this kind of talent, so who the hell would be an idiot and give it to others?

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

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

Compared with the students of the academy, the soldiers of Nanxiang have a sense of quick success. Most of them will definitely not be as successful as the students who graduated from the academy in the future.

Except for a few people who not only have a good life but also have a hard life and can achieve great results on the battlefield.

The rest will either serve as camp commanders or the like in the army, or after retiring, they will work as small stewards under Feng Yong's property, or they will be like now, within Feng Yong's jurisdiction.

Become a local chief or something like that.

It's difficult to go further.

After all, he only knows 500 commonly used words and the most basic arithmetic, so he can only be regarded as the most basic talent.

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

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

Is that because they haven’t even learned the 500 commonly used words yet, so it’s useless to send them out?

Nowadays, the official documents sent to Xiangting from the three counties in the Sunshui River Valley look very strange to outsiders, because the white words written on them are all very white.

The reason is that he can't understand the big-headed soldiers at the bottom of official documents that are written in a slightly more formal language!

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

They have a certain degree of organizational discipline, but their literacy rates vary. Most of them cannot even read the most basic 300 words, let alone 500 commonly used words.

At most, I can only memorize a multiplication table.

Except for the backbone of the management team, which must be compulsorily literate, there is not much hope for the rest. Therefore, in Feng Yong's eyes, the first generation of employees are simply expendables.

Only in the past four or five years, when the second generation who had undergone compulsory baptism in the school accounted for at least half of the factory employees, could Feng Yong dare to let go of the flow of talents.

Now the old demon Zhuge wants five hundred grain and grass officials as soon as he opens his mouth, basically draining away the barely qualified talents in Nanxiang. Why doesn't this make Feng Tubiao furious?

How much grain do you have? You actually need 500 grain officials? Are you going to let them count the grains of rice?

"No five hundred, is two hundred and fifty enough?"

Feng Yong covered his chest and asked tremblingly, intending to pay the money back.

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 kill the honest-looking Nanzhong barbarian in front of him.

You ran back to Jincheng without any problems, and then suddenly came back and told me this, if you want to say that this matter has nothing to do with you, I can take off your head and play it as a ball on the spot!

It seems that the foundation he has accumulated for several years has finally been discovered by Zhuge Yao. The person who informed him is obviously the guy in front of him.

Thinking of the old demon Zhuge sharpening his knife and preparing to cut his own leeks, Feng Tubiao felt heartbroken.

Damn it, Old Demon Zhuge and I are destined to be at odds with each other. I have always been the one cutting leeks on others, and whenever I meet Old Demon Zhuge, he cuts leeks.

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

Feng Yongyong asked reluctantly.

"The Prime Minister also said that Feng Changshi's method of restoring the capital to the three counties of Suqi in Qiongdu was something that had never happened elsewhere in the Han Dynasty, so it can be treated with tolerance. Feng Changshi can serve as soldiers in these three counties.

Take it upon yourself."

When Feng Yong heard this, he said "poof" in his heart. What use would I have for such a useless compensation?

In today's Han Dynasty, except for the few governors who can mobilize their own troops within a certain range, the remaining county guards, although they are in charge of the army in name, they are also under the control of the county magistrate, Sima and other ministers, and they do not expand the army at will.

power.

Yuexun was considered a border county, and the real power was in the hands of Feng Yong, the chief historian. At the same time, according to the rules, the position of captain was added.

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

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

The reason why Meng Yan, the nominal governor, was able to control part of the army was 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 a small-scale governor, and he can expand his troops in the three counties at will.

That was already a sign of great trust in him. This was a treatment that was coveted among Han officials.

But this is of no use to Feng Yong?

I have no intention of rebelling.

Besides, I just want to rebel. No matter how much we expand our troops in three counties, what can we do? It won’t be enough!

This is because Zhuge Laoyao wanted to see what effect the recovery method could achieve, so he made an excuse to let himself go.

"The Prime Minister has a long history, but he attaches great importance to it."

Meng Yan had a dark face and a simple and honest look, and his flattery was direct and straightforward, "Being able to serve as soldiers for three counties, except for those governors, only Feng Changshi has such exclusive power among the big men."

What about simplicity?

Where is the simplicity of the Nanzhong Yi people... their children?

Feng Yong looked at Meng Yan and was speechless for a while.

Regardless of whether Feng Yong wants it or not, Nanxiang's massive blood draw is inevitable.

In October of the fourth year of Jianxing, Nanxiang County conducted another major transfer a few months after Feng Yong transferred 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 to serve as guards in Jincheng.

But for Nanxiang County, this is the first time.

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

In recent years, in local recruitment, people have always been selected and left, and they have even been forced to recruit people. It has never been said that the recruiting officials have offered food and drinks. This is the first time in most people's years that Nanxiang has done this.

"This is the proper rule!"

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

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

The old man shook his head and said, "The rules of the Han Dynasty are like this. When local soldiers come to the capital to serve as guards, when they first arrive in the capital and when they retire, the government must prepare a banquet. No one understands this rule now! This

The Nanxiang government officials who hold banquets are the ones who really understand the rules."

"Does the old man live a long life?"

a passerby asked curiously.

"I was born in the first year of Xiping."

Lu was stunned for a while, and after thinking about it for a long time, he remembered that Xiping was the reign of Emperor Ling. He was shocked and said, "It turns out that the old man is fifty-six years old. It seems that he has really seen such a grand event."

The old man squinted at the passers-by and said, "Emperor Ling tried every means to collect money, and even sold his official position to make money. How can there be such a grand event? Do you think he would spend money to host a banquet for his soldiers?"

The passerby was a man in his thirties. When he heard this, he was choked and speechless on the spot.

However, a young man next to the man listened and couldn't help but said, "You old man is so unreasonable. Since you haven't seen it, how can you make it sound like it's true?"

The old man kidnapped him and scolded him, "You're rude! I've never seen it before, haven't I heard about it? Of course I heard about it from my elders, so I learned that there are such rules! Ignorant people are ignorant.
To be continued...