Chapter 258: The county talks about young men

Yang Jiao, who was busy outside, had to go back to the county government office, but on the way, he happened to meet Qian Sanca, who was also in a hurry, so the two of them walked together.

When he arrived at the county government gate, Qian Sancca suddenly stopped, "What's wrong?" Yang Jiao, who was thinking about the matter, understood the reason as soon as he looked up.

In front of the county government gate, the county magistrate Tang Chengzhu stood at the gate. Yang Jiao understood the reason why Qian Sanchuang was like this. He was not because he saw the county master suddenly stopping. The county master was not scary, but what was scary was that the county master was actually in a daze!

It's so deadly! The county master who has always appeared in front of people these days has always been calm and concise, even in the most difficult time. In other words, this Tang county master is simply a typical young man.

Can you imagine such a person being in a daze? Not to mention that this is still at the front of the county government office in public. Then, Lao Zhang, the doorman, didn't hide in the doorman and secretly look at Tang County Zun, with a novel and strange expression on his wrinkled face.

Such an image is not very good for a county magistrate. Yang Jiao walked forward a few steps, "My Lord Mingfu is..."

"Ah, Mr. Yang is back. Chief Qian, why are you stupid when you stand?" Tang Cheng withdrew his eyes from the side of Yaqian Street. The car of Ashidezhi had already run away. Naturally, the ten-year-old An Lushan had no sign, "Nothing. I just sent Ashidezhi away."

Ashidezhi was just a merchant, and he was born in a nine-subject Zahu. What could he do to make County Magistrate Tang so tragic? This thought flashed through Yang Jiao's mind, "Oh, what do he say about him coming here this time?"

"He is our great God of Wealth. He needs money, food and food." Tang Cheng shook his head and temporarily threw the shadow of An Lushan aside. He laughed and said, "What he said this time is too big, and it can't be decided by just one trip. But sir, you have to be prepared. Once the New Year is over, you will have to be very busy. If you want to resettle the tens of thousands of people from the surname Hu who have moved here, this is not an easy job."

Yang Jiao, who was walking side by side with Tang Cheng, was frightened when he heard this. Qian Sanchai, who was half a step behind, also grew a mouth. This... the county master is really not shocking to speak.

"Ten thousand people? Or the nine-subject Hu people?" After being shocked, Yang Jiao Pingfu caught up with Tang Cheng who was waiting for him with a smile on his face. "Sir, the nine-subject Hu people are not as good as other clans, let alone tens of thousands of people. Think twice! Not to mention anything else, it is the limit that the yamen can support the current situation, and they have no spare energy to take on such a big thing."

"The people who can come this time are some family property, the nine surnames Hu. They are here to pay taxes and spend money. Don't worry, the county government only has benefits that cannot add any burden." Longmen has only 50,000 people, even the 20,000 people who are from Tianchengjun's family are only 70,000. If the 70,000 miles are subtracted from more than 20,000 Longmen Xi on the grassland, the remaining ones are 40,000 to 50,000 people. A county with 40,000 or 50,000 suddenly pours into a county with huge consumption capacity. So what should this county look like? Thinking of this, Tang Cheng showed a sincere smile on his face, "Mr. Yang, give me another three years, maybe... it takes less than three years to build Longmen into the north pearl, and Jiangnan outside the pass."

Yang Kuo could feel the passion in Tang Cheng's words, but he still said in real life: "The one who is going to move in is the nine surnames Hu, I'm afraid of the local people..."

"That's why I want to find a place for them to live together. They will not live with the people of the Tang Dynasty, and they will not be able to buy and sell the land of the Tang Dynasty within five years. Even the taxes are 20% higher than those of the people of the Tang Dynasty. This can be comforted and comforted the people. After five years, the Tang Dynasty has more contact with the nine surnames Hu and the interests are more integrated. Perhaps they will no longer hate these nine surnames Hu people." At this point, Tang Cheng smiled, "Even if he still hates it, he has to endure it for money and a good life."

"grown ups……"

Seeing that Yang Jiao wanted to say something else, Tang Cheng shook his hand with a smile, "This matter is not a conclusion. I have something to say when I have to do it after the New Year. I am in a good mood now and I really don't want these trivial matters to disturb you."

With a smile, Tang Cheng, who was walking towards the yamen, did not look at the road under his feet, but instead bet his eyes on the vast sky in the house ahead, which made his long voice also bring a few distant and vast artistic conception, "I want to make Longmen's fertile fields thousands of acres and caravans come in; I want to make Longmen Road not pick up the remains, and do not close the door at night, those who wear clothes have clothes, and those who eat food can eat. Even widows and widows and orphans can still maintain peace of life; I want everyone who comes to Longmen to be amazed at the prosperity here, and I want every Longmen people to know that they remember everything a county magistrate named Tang Cheng did here."

"As soon as you enter the dragon gate, it is heaven!" Tang Cheng said this with a high spirit, suddenly stopped his slow steps, turned around and stared at Yang Jiao with his bright eyes, "Mr. Yang, you said! Can this official do it?"

Before Yang Jiao answered, his eyes turned to Qian Sancca and looked, "You said, can this official do it?"

Tang Cheng's words were passionate and passionate, and Qian Sancai was very passionate and passionate. Longmen is his hometown! "Yes, if you say yes, you can!" This answer was fierce, as if someone was holding his breath and comparing with him.

Tang Cheng was calm, but the more he could not help but feel the passion when he could reveal his heart, he could touch people's hearts. Looking at the face full of longing and listening to this high-spirited ideal picture, Yang Jiao also felt something hot in his heart, but he did not answer Tang Cheng's question directly, but he just chanted a familiar sentence that he could not be more familiar:

Select virtuous and capable people, be faithful and harmonious, so that friends do not only care about their relatives, not only their sons, but also their sons, so that the elderly can have something to live, the strong can have something to use, the young can have something to be good, the widows and lonely, and the sick can all have something to be raised. Men have a share, women have a return. If goods hate them, they don’t have to hide themselves; if strength hates them, they don’t have to do it for themselves. Therefore, they will not be able to keep their plans, and they will not be able to make progress, steal and thieves will not be done, so they will not be closed outside the house, which is called great harmony.

He recited a passage from the "Book of Rites. Rites and Fortune". It was this passage that established the highest ideal of life for Confucian scholars who read in the future, cultivate themselves, manage their families, govern the country and pacify the world. This is the direction of Confucian scholars' efforts rather than the goal. Their goal, at least when studying, was to achieve the great harmony described in this passage.

There is no way to pick up the leftovers on the road, no doors are closed at night, there is a place for old age, there is a place for strong people, and there is a place for young people to raise them. Even widows, widows, orphans can also raise them in peace! The memories of youth are always the most profound. Time is changing. In this process of change, perhaps I have long understood that the ideals of the past will never be realized, but when it comes to this ideal that I can never imagine, who can not be shaken? After all, it was once so innocent and so beautiful.

And the ideal that Yang Jiao recited is so similar to what Tang Cheng said!

"The Book of Rites. Liyun" Chapter?", Tang Cheng shook his head, "In the age of great harmony? No, I am not for this."

"Yes, the era of Datong is too far, too far away." Yang Jiao sighed and sighed with regrets, confusions, and remembrance of the youth's study era. "The "Zuo Zhuan. The Twenty-Fourth Year of Duke Xiang" said: "The Supreme Master has established virtue, followed by merit, and secondly, made words. Even if these three are not abandoned for a long time, they are called immortal. Who is selfless? The Ming Mansion has the idea of ​​immortalizing merits in Longmen, and it is also a common human nature, and the welfare of the people."

"Immortality in making contributions?" Tang Cheng smiled again and shook his head, "I'm not for this."

"oh?"

"Life is short, and it's hard to do something mediocre." When Tang Cheng said this, he was talking to himself, and his voice was so low that he couldn't hear it clearly. "I just don't want to be sorry for this dress... I don't want to be sorry for my living boss for decades."

"What did Mingfu say?"

"Nothing." At this time, Tang Cheng had escaped from the excitement arising from Ashide's branch, waved his hand with a self-deprecating smile and said, "I was so arrogant just now! It's easy to say but hard to act. What is not important. What is important is what you did? How about sir? This yamen also has to take the annual holiday according to your progress."

"At the age of Mingfu, there is nothing wrong with giving out the youth's anger occasionally." Knowing that Tang Cheng was not used to taking out the things in his heart and making people think about it. Now that he himself was unwilling to say it, Yang Jiao laughed and said nothing, he did not ask more questions, "It is a big trivial matter to distribute relief grain to the families of thousands of farmers, and it will take four or five days to finish it at the earliest."

"Well, it's the 20th day of the twelfth lunar month in five days. Let's calculate the time they are on the way. If it's faster, it's just not too late to get home on the day of the New Year. Just do it like this. Sir, don't be too anxious, everything is safe first."

Yang Jiao nodded when he heard this. At this moment, the bell of the scattered yamen rang. Tang Cheng nodded to the two and then returned to the inner yamen without mentioning it.

In the following days, Tang Cheng became a little more leisurely. The affairs of Yanei and Donggu had already been clearly assigned to Yang Jiao and others. They have become familiar with each other over the past few days. It doesn’t take Tang Cheng much to worry about it. So he went back to the back yamen when he arrived at the yamen.

When he first took over as the county magistrate, Zheng Lingyi was always waiting for him in the house, but now it is all the opposite. It is rare for him to be free these days. Zheng Lingyi, who took over the food affairs of Donggu, was very busy. He won’t talk about it at noon. She had no time to come back at all, and even at night, she had to wait for the merchants to finish their meal before she could go home. If the time on the road was counted, it would be dark when she got home.

In this way, whether in the yamen or at home, he has become the most idle person. Tang Cheng likes to enjoy a leisurely life, but when the people around him are very busy, he has to be a different matter when he is free.

It was in this context that only two days later when the yamen went to the study room to read books, Tang Cheng specially asked Xiaoqing to explain it before going to the yamen. In order to avoid being unable to explain it, he even lay on the desk and drew two pictures.

After the yamen was dispersed that afternoon, Tang Cheng did not go into the study after returning to the inner courtyard. Before he could change his official clothes, he started asking Xiaoqing, "Can you find someone to make the two things he told you in the morning?"

What are they? Not to mention seeing each other before, I haven't heard of it before. Xiaoqing hasn't figured out why my son-in-law suddenly thought of these two strange things. At this time, he was serving Tang Cheng to change his official clothes and replied, "The pot with the handle is made. The blacksmith knows that it was made by the official. He specially used the best Bailian Steel in the store. It was also just delivered and is now placed in the kitchen. The other two-layer pot with charcoal canister will take a few days."

Tang Luli did not forbid the people from wearing swords, and even had a lot of encouragement. Therefore, the blacksmith shops in the folk usually use some good steel for autocratic swords. This is the case for Bailian Steel. I heard that the wok he wanted was made of blacksmith master Bailian Steel. Tang Chengzhen was a little amused and confused. Now it is not as good as later generations, which is too wasteful.

Just waste it once, you can't return it again. "Remember, it's called hot pot, what kind of two layers with charcoal cylinders sounds so awkward." After saying to Xiaoqing, Tang Cheng, who had changed his clothes, went out and headed straight to the kitchen.

When he arrived at the kitchen, he was shocked by the woman on the stove. He thought something was wrong in the kitchen. When he heard Tang Cheng say he wanted to cook, the woman was stunned at first, and then tilted her hands like the palm fan in summer. No, no, how can this be done? Although the woman didn't know the saint's words "a gentleman stayed away from the kitchen", she also knew that men should not enter the kitchen, let alone cook. How could even those poor and small-sized men do not do anything, so how could the dignified county magistrate make it?

Tang Cheng first told her with a smile, but it didn't work. In the end, he could only give orders with a stern face, and at least he invited the panic-tempered woman out of the kitchen. Seeing that he started touching the pot with a knife, the thick girls who were still in the kitchen were at a loss, look at me, I looked at you, I didn't know what to do.

The vegetables of the Tang people were already poor, not to mention that this was the north of winter. Tang Cheng found only three vegetables, namely cabbage, radish and tofu, and there were a bunch of mutton.

For Tang Cheng, who was very interested in showing off his skills today, the ingredients in front of him were really disappointing. After looking around for a while, he turned around and asked unwillingly: "That's all?"

Hearing the question, the maid closest to him looked at both sides in vain and then suddenly became bold and replied: "Reply to the master, there is still a fresh fish in the small tank."

"No, this is a good thing." After lifting the tank head and looking inside, Tang Cheng smiled and waved backwards, "Okay, go out and rest. It's cold this day. You can find a place to roast the fire, go quickly!"

After all the maids went out, Tang Cheng lit up several oil lamps and simply closed the door of the kitchen.
Chapter completed!