When he left the Kaifeng Prefecture Office, it was already around the afternoon. He walked on Liangmen Street, walked westward, and headed straight to the street yamen several miles away.

On the way back to the street yamen, Wang Hao thought that thanks to his high school, he learned Chinese grades well, especially the compulsory courses for Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and at the same time, he also expanded the extracurricular reading of ancient Chinese, which finally came in handy.

Of course, Wang Hao also felt fortunate that Li Qingzhao lived at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty and the beginning of the Southern Song Dynasty. In front of Bao Zheng’s family of four, he shook his head and recited the five-character quatrain poem that Li Qingzhao missed Xiang Yu’s residence, which was passed down, and finally got away with it.

Wang Hao, who left the Kaifeng Prefecture Office, walked for about two minutes and then came to the street yamen. He immediately threw away the matter of eating and drinking tea at Bao Zheng's house, because next, there were more important things waiting for him to do.

After opening his office room, Wang Hao sat upright in front of the desk, thought for a moment, sorted out his mind, and immediately called the mailman who cleaned the floor outside the office room and passed his orders. At the moment of Youshi, he gathered in the backyard while having dinner. While eating, he had to give a number of tasks that he would go to tomorrow.

The servant did not dare to slack off at all. He put down the broom in his hand. In less than a cup of tea, he conveyed Wang Hao's instructions to those who stayed in Siyanmen on the street without saying a word.

At the same time, the servant also reminded everyone who stayed in the street yamen to communicate it again when the people who went out to patrol the streets returned. They passed it on word of mouth. In less than half an hour, the people who worked in the street yamen had almost reached a level well known to everyone.

Taking advantage of this time, Wang Hao was not idle either. He sat in front of the office desk, took out a piece of rice paper that he would not want to use on weekdays, and then called a servant to bring a piece of charcoal that had not been completely burnt from the kitchen.

After latching the office room from inside, Wang Hao stood in front of the desk and lowered his head. With his skillful sketching and painting skills he had learned from elementary school to college, he wrote and painted for about half an hour in the piece of rice paper that he wouldn't want to use on weekdays, and finally he was done.

As it was about to reach the moment of Youth, Wang Hao did not dare to fold the rice paper he drew in the form of simple sketches, but rolled it up and placed it in the pen holder on the table.

Wang Hao didn't want this matter to be unrest and it was inconvenient to leak it out in advance. He only hoped that he would know that, including his best brother Zhang Sanmu, in the street yamen, had to be kept in the dark.

At this time, it was dusk and night fell. Wang Hao opened the door, pushed the door out, and locked the office room he used from outside, and did not hold the light inside.

After Wang Hao walked quickly and walked to the backyard of the street department, he found that there were about 100 brothers from the street department gathered in the backyard. They were originally five hundred people, but later, through the coordination of the Kaifeng Prefecture Prefecture, he sent an additional number of five hundred people.

According to the rules set by Wang Hao a few days ago, there were about one thousand people, and they were very consciously arranged in twenty rows, each with fifty people according to their height and length.

Wang Hao, who walked to the front line, first asked the people standing in the first row to report the number, from left to right, "one, two, three, four, five... twenty."

After listening to the report, Wang Hao carried his hands on his back and asked loudly: "The queue looks very neat today. I wonder if everyone has arrived?"

Faced with Wang Hao's inquiry, the ten centurions standing in the queue were changed to captains by Wang Hao. Each captain was under the jurisdiction of 100 people. Starting from the captain of the first team to the captain of the tenth team, they reported to Wang Hao in turn.

If it were in modern society, the street department under Wang Hao's control was the Urban Management Bureau, and he transformed from an unknown urban management team member to the current Urban Management Bureau director.

The ten captains appointed by Wang Hao are ten urban management team leaders. Of course, if the street officials do not regard the urban management bureau, but the urban management brigade, then Wang Hao will naturally be the urban management brigade.

After listening to the reports of these ten urban management team leaders, Wang Hao, the urban management team leader, learned that today there were more than a dozen people who were sick and ill, some were lying in their backyard dormitories to recuperate, and several Tokyo locals were staying at their homes to rest.

Wang Hao is not a cruel official, and he doesn't want to dress himself up as a cruel official. Wang Hao is still very open about the dozen people who are asking for leave today and will immediately give them three days of sick leave and pay as much as possible.

If some of them are sick and unable to recover after three days, they will continue to stay in their back bedroom or recuperate at home. Their wages will be paid in half during the rest period.

Since Wang Hao became the new Si Cheng of the Street Department almost half a month ago, he has either cancelled the many harsh regulations established by the former Si Cheng Sun Youcai, or relaxed the restrictions. It is one of them when it comes to the issue of paying wages for the soldiers of the Street Department during their illness.

Next, Wang Hao communicated the facts and traffic rules and regulations in Tokyo from the near future to the near future to convey to nearly 1,000 people present, and selected 500 of them to be responsible for implementing the matter.

But what surprised everyone present except Wang Hao was that Zhang Sanmu, who usually calls him a brother in private, was excluded.

In the past, whenever Wang Hao ordered anything, he would bring Zhang Sanmu with him, or even let Zhang Sanmu take the lead. But this time, he never mentioned the name "Zhang Sanmu".

Therefore, among the five hundred people who were called by Wang Hao, many people believed that they had changed from patrol streets to station streets before they were nowhere to be seen, and they were all crossroads or crossroads. Without Zhang Sanmu's share, it would definitely not be a good thing.

Just as many people at the scene were confused, Wang Hao's final conclusion was that Zhang Sanmu and 200 people were responsible for patrolling the streets, and another 200 people were responsible for cleaning the streets.

To be honest, the degree of hard work is more than a little better than patrolling the streets. Patroling the streets is about walking around the streets and detecting people who invade the streets and occupying the roads, marking illegal buildings, and sometimes, they will inevitably have some quarrels with people.

If this were in the past, according to the rules set by the original Si Cheng Sun Youcai, if anyone dared to speak rudely to them or took the lead in taking action, they would fight back without hesitation, hitting the other party with a bruised nose and swollen face.

After all, these people are all from the army. Although they do not have very strong martial arts skills, they naturally have ordinary punches and kick skills. Fighting between civilians and soldiers is like hitting stones with eggs.

However, since Wang Hao took over as the post of the street chief, he actually asked those who patrol the street to not fight back, scold him, and do business directly to the Kaifeng Prefecture Office for the law.

It was not until Wang Hao announced that Zhang Sanmu would continue to patrol the streets that those who had concerns were chosen to be the streets were dispelled and secretly complained to Zhang Sanmu in his heart, feeling that Zhang Sanmu had met such a direct boss as a brother, which was really a disaster for eight lifetimes.

After the announcement of the regulations, it was almost four minutes later, Wang Hao let the team disband and began to queue up for food in the kitchen of the street department.
Chapter completed!