Duan Mingyu paused and said seriously: "Xiao Niang, you are not young anymore. You can't always listen to stories. This top scholar thinks this habit is bad, very bad, and is not conducive to your growth and development. So, in order to help you complete your evolution from a teenager as soon as possible, I am going to bear the pain of giving up and not telling you stories!"

"Wuwuwu... You are called love!" Yang Zhaoniang said angrily.

"There is a kind of love called letting go, I hope you can understand!" Duan Mingyu sighed earnestly and said in great pain.

"Puchi!" Wan Yanyan couldn't help laughing, "Okay, Zhaoniang, don't forget the real purpose of our visit this time!"

"Oh, what's the purpose?" Yang Zhaoniang asked like a curious baby. It turned out that she had forgotten it completely.

"Forget it, I hope you don't know what kind of trouble will happen. Officials, Lord Cheng Zhiyuan, asked me to bring you a word and ask you to go to the yamen, saying that there is something important to discuss!" Wan Yanyan glanced at the silly Yang Zhaoniang, and seemed to admire Cheng Zhiyuan's foresight and asked herself to follow her, otherwise, the matter would have been postponed indefinitely.

"Oh, since that's the case, I'm going now. Madam, thank you for your hard work. With the company of Zhao Niang, it's really rare to remember the important things!" Duan Mingyu said that, shaking the armor leaves on her body, and walked out of the big tent with the unique eight-character steps of a scholar. She left Yang Zhaoniang who was thinking hard: "Is he harming me?"

Duan Mingyu and Wang Aiqing led their soldiers to the yamen. After seven or eight turns, the group finally arrived at the gate of the yamen. The yamen looked quite grand. Although the stone lions on both sides of the gate were dead, they still exuded the impossibility of the king of the jungle, and they looked powerful and fierce. Above the gate painted in vermilion, the word "yamen" written in official script was hung, which was strong and powerful. However, in broad daylight, there was not even a yamen on duty, and there was a loud quarrel inside.

"Damn, is this swelling?" Duan Mingyu couldn't help but curse.

My go, a group of scholars quarreled in the lobby of the yamen.

"Hmph, I think Lord Cheng's strategy of raising troops is not worthy of action. It is the right thing to do with Confucianism to govern the country and pacify the world!"

"Yes, if the military power is too heavy, we will not do things for adults!"

"Yes, if the adults don't cut the troops, I will write a letter to find General Duan!"

Grandma, if you don’t have heavy troops to protect Songzhou, can you scholars live a peaceful life?

Duan Mingyu was extremely angry, "No need to look for it, this general has arrived!"

The scholars looked sideways and saw a young general with silver-light armored armor walking in, and dozens of personal guards followed closely behind.

Cheng Zhiyuan thought it was not good, and the conflict between the scholars and Duan Mingyu was directly drawn to meet. The old fox Cheng hurriedly said, "Oh, it turns out that Brother Duan is here. Please come to the back hall with Brother Wei!"

Duan Mingyu said with a straight face: "Okay, Brother Cheng, please!"

Under the gaze of everyone, the two of them entered the back hall one after another. Cheng Zhiyuan said straight to the point: "Brother Duan, don't do it impulsively. This group of scholars is of great use to me. Although they are a little pedantic, Songzhou is now short of manpower, and it is time for them to work hard."

Not to mention the prefecture level, even in the county government, the court will set up four to five people-friendly officials, including magistrates, county magistrates, chief clerks, county magistrates, county magistrates, county magistrates, and county magistrates, and only one or two people are placed in small counties. However, in a county, the matter is complicated, and it is far from what the three or five administrative officials can do. Naturally, a large number of clerks are needed to complete the various missions entrusted by the court.

These clerks are mainly responsible for the specific government affairs, clerks, records, etc., called officials; as well as prisoners, yamen runners, city patrols, etc. that are driven by officials.

However, in addition to the regular amount, local officials will also recruit some non-staff servants as needed, among which the person responsible for the accounting affairs is called the "Titian". The status of these servants is lower than that of the "officials", and the state will not pay wages, but will be raised by the local government. However, if there is a vacancies in the "officials", they can be promoted to "officials" in order and become formal state employees.

How could such a large Songzhou be comparable to a small county town? There were even more people needed. Cheng Zhiyuan felt extremely embarrassed.

"Brother Cheng doesn't need to say much. If you ignore the safety of Songzhou for some chores, you really want to take the blame and take the final action. I think it's a big mistake. A group of people who claim to be elegant, holding pen holders as guns, aiming at their own chats and chatting. Coupled with the boring cheers of some so-called fans, they are just going to start up a series of melee and make their reputation even more. Isn't they all come out to make a mess? Is it necessary to turn a clear pool into a sewage pool? Why don't you do some serious business when you have time? They are full and full..." Duan Mingyu said angrily, despising the integrity of these people.

"Since that's the case, everything is up to you, just rely on my brother's instructions, and I will naturally support you for you!" Cheng Zhiyuan stroked his beard and said lightly.

"Yeah, OK!"

...

"My brother, this is Zhao Feng, the assassin of Chenzhou... His father, Zhao Hongxin!" Cheng Zhiyuan introduced slowly.

Duan Mingyu glanced at Zhao Hongxin, who looked smart and capable, and bowed: "It turns out that it is Mr. Zhao, I am disrespectful, I am disrespectful!"

"How dare! How dare!" Zhao Hongxin hurriedly got up and returned the favor, looking flattered. This old man was cunning. This was Duan Mingyu's first impression after seeing Zhao Hongxin. The reason was that the old man taught a son of an assassin who was quite literary and had a vague attitude among the literati.

But just now, the scholars were quarreling and couldn't get along, the old man just closed his eyes slightly and watched the words and actions of the people as if he was sleeping. He also saw the changes in his expression. He didn't say a word, nor did he express his attitude, and he looked like he was sitting firmly on the Diaoyutai.

"Duan Zhuangyuan, young actor Nie Fan, we think that Songzhou does not have to be self-respecting. We also ask General Duan to disband the Yingtian Army's headquarters, and the cavalry army should also be cut halfway. Otherwise, we will definitely not take action to govern Songzhou!" Nie Fan shouted straight to Duan Mingyu, with a very arrogant expression. He had the pride that he would finish his game without our Songzhou. Suddenly, he joined Duan Mingyu's army, and his wishful thinking was very loud!
Chapter completed!