Spring and Autumn I Am King

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When I heard that the gentleman returned, Ji Qiao, Cheng Wu, Dou Pengzu and other village officials who were handling official business at the village temple naturally went out to greet him.

Wu Xie greeted everyone and introduced them to Zhao Guangde one by one, showing great trust and closeness to him. This kind of attitude made the little fat man, who had always been disliked by Da Zong and other Zhao clan children, very useful, and regarded himself as a member of the cousin camp.

Ji Qiao has lost a lot in the past half a year.

Since the debate about whether the lord should interfere with the farming and craftsmanship, and the initial results of the Daitian method, once Wu Xian has any new "invention", Ji Qiao will no longer hinder him, but actively help him. be improved.

Every time, Wu Xie came up with an idea, described the general situation, drew a sketch, and then handed over all the heavy tasks such as calculation and planning to Ji Qiao. After going back and forth, Ji Qiao was tired out of thick bags under the eyes, which made Wu Xie feel a little guilty. A year later, if you can only rely on Ji Qiao alone, and want to extend the Chengyi model to the entire Zhao family’s territory, It's like a fool's dream.

This also strengthened Wu Xie's determination to quickly let Ji Qiao unload his burden, retreat to the second line to open a school to teach, and cultivate some young mathematics talents.

Since the rebellion of the princely dynasty, it has become the norm that "the emperor loses his official position and learns from the four barbarians; the princes are disrespectful and learn from the four fields". Great nobles, such as the concubines of Pangong, who belonged to Qin, even had to rely on the poor scholar Deng Fei for their knowledge.

The overall rise of the scholar class has become the general trend. Even if Ji Qiao learns from Confucius' school-running model, Wu Xie will openly set up a mathematics school in Xinjiangcheng. With Zhao's protection, no one would be full of food and try to trouble him, and he could even bring most of the young poor men who swim in Xinjiang to the lower palace tent.

Of course, it's just a thought for now.

At this meeting, Ji Qiao sighed in front of everyone: "Qiao heard about it, the wise see things before they are budding, and the fools are secretive. The wise person refers to people like the gentleman. Last winter solstice, I tried to hinder the gentleman from promoting the winter. To this day, the method of planting the field has been so wrong that I have almost missed the important affairs of a gentleman and the people's livelihood, it seems that I am the real fool!"

Zhao Wuxi bowed solemnly to Jiqiao of the Chao Dynasty: "This statement is not good, if there is no Mr., then it is Wucheng Town today."

His words are quite right. Ji Qiao is no longer the traditional planner who fills a second yard with chip sticks in order to calculate pi. The mathematical knowledge of later generations in Zhao Wushe's stomach has basically been digested and digested by him, and it has become his own. The new concepts such as composite pulleys, axles, keel waterwheels, etc., are perfected under the overall planning of Ji Qiao, and then handed over to the craftsmen, so that everything can become a reality.

Just like this, one by one, in the past six months, Wu Xie and his staff have done a lot for Chengyi, which has quietly changed the most barren and backward township near the former lower palace. Dou Pengzu once exaggeratedly described it, saying that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a high platform.

Winter planting, disaster relief, people mixing, Cuju, a predictable harvest... Whether it is a village official, a Chinese, or a savage, they have already felt that their quality of life has improved significantly.

The only thing that hasn't changed is probably the village temple that entered the courtyard three times.

The black tiles are still those black tiles, which are more outdated by the wind and rain, and the rammed earth walls are still those loess, but a lot of grass grows in the corners of the walls when winter comes to spring. Even more simplistic.

When the group walked to the Xiangsi Temple, the third village elder Chengwu pointed at the two peeling wooden doors of the Xiangsi Temple and said with emotion:

"Gentleman, I once heard Mr. Ji talk about the deeds of Zheng Zichan's destruction of the Jin Pavilion. At that time, Zichan said that when Duke Wenzhi of Jin was the leader of the alliance, the palace was low and small, and there was no room to thank him, but he took the place where the guests were received. It was built very tall, the treasury and stables were also well built, Sikong leveled the road on time, and craftsmen repaired the pavilion on time. Those who have insufficient food and clothing. Then the guest is like returning home, the country is peaceful, and the traveler at night does not have to be afraid of thieves.”

"Wu Ben thought that in this life he would never see a prosperous world like the time of Duke Wen, but now I know that the city ruled by a gentleman is almost the same as that of Duke Wen! Well-off. Benefiting this China, to the Quartet!"

Zhao Wuxi was overjoyed. This witch has not seen him for two or three days, but he is good at flattering. The conversation on this call was very eloquent, arrogant, and he really deserved to be the "foreign propaganda minister" he had cultivated.

But most of what he said is true. Indeed, Wu Xie has been focusing on improving people's livelihood for the past six months, but he doesn't care much about his living room, which is very different from the Cheng family who has only known how to squeeze money and enrich his manor for decades.

Moreover, it’s impossible to think about it, if it wasn’t for Zhao Wuqing to be frugal and spend all of his personal expenses as private donations, I’m afraid the treasury would have been unable to sustain it long ago, and he wouldn’t even be able to buy a few potters’ coins and silk. .

So, including the upright Wang Sunqi, everyone nodded in agreement.

Zhao Wuchun said humbly: "This statement is also bad. The people in the wild mangli have no clothes and no brown, and they can only eat saffron to satisfy their hunger. It is my fault. After the wheat is ripe and harvested next month, I will be able to speak. 'Xiaokang', I ask you all to work hard with me, and please be careful."

Everyone agreed, but Wu Xie said so verbally, and in his heart he was still very pleased with Cheng Wu's flattery.

The people also work and stop. Fen Ke Xiaokang means that the people have worked hard enough, and they should be able to enjoy a little health. So today, I decided to give myself a good treat for the unsympathetic decision that I didn't take a breather for half a year!

When he arrived at the Xiang Temple, he asked Dou Pengzu, "Xiang Situ, before I go to Xinjiang, can I finish what I ordered?"

The post of the township chief is responsible for sowing the autumn harvest, collecting taxed grains, and submitting them to the plan. Although Dou Pengzu's own abilities are limited, and many responsibilities are actually taken over by Ji Qiao, but Wu Xian also arranges some things for him from time to time, so that he does not feel that he is empty and cranky.

Dou Pengzu, who is as fat and round as Zhao Guangde, smiled and said: "Don't worry, gentleman, everything has been done. Those craftsmen have already made six or seven stone tools painted by Mr. Ji according to their appearance, and put them in the village temple. Gongtian. All the beans in the store have been collected, most of them are put into the treasury, and the rest have been shelled and washed by the wives and daughters of the savages who hired them, and they are placed in the gentleman's courtyard."

"Shan, everyone, go and do your own thing. Let's have dinner tonight. Wu Xie will treat you well! Cousin, please, Mu Xia, come in with me too."

The small courtyard where Zhao Wuxi lived was behind the Xiangsi Temple. After Zhao Guangde followed him in, he looked around and saw that the bluestone slabs on the ground had been in disrepair all the year round and were somewhat broken. The green onions and leeks, sunflower vegetables, and **** sprouts were not seen.

Recalling his residence in Wendi, not to mention how good it was, it could be regarded as a carved beam and a pillar~www.wuxiahere.com~ was served by a slave in clothes and clothes, and a maid of beauty and luxury.

Comparing the two sides, the little fat man felt that this place was rather desolate and shabby, even simpler than the front hall, and was no different from ordinary corporal and common people's residences.

If there is any difference, it is only that there is an additional stone-made utensil in the center of the courtyard. It looks like a stone drum, but it is divided into two upper and lower fans. The structure is much more complicated. Through the keel waterwheel he saw on the road today, Zhao Guangde felt that this must be a strange thing that his cousin asked the skilled craftsman to make.

Zhao Guangde was still a little puzzled by the simple life without shirts, until a maid in plain clothes and black scarves walked slowly out of the kitchen holding a clay pot, and his eyes lit up.

Because she is so beautiful, she has a melon face, fair skin, a small nose, and watery eyes. Seeing Wu-shirt in the courtyard with a happy expression on his face, and seeing Zhao Guangde's unfamiliar face, he restrained his emotions and hurriedly bowed his waist to give a salute, his voice faintly inaudible.

"My concubine has seen a gentleman, a respected guest..."

The sight of this woman made the originally crude courtyard radiate light, which further reflected her goodness.

Yesterday, the female prostitutes Zhao Guangde met in Nulu in Xinjiangnan City were simply mediocre compared to this female servant. He also understood that it was no wonder that his cousin would pass through the gate of the nun and not enter, and he would not be tempted in the face of hundreds of delicate bodies. It turned out to be because there was such a pure woman like a cloud and a bald eagle hidden in the house!

He suddenly realized that his cousin Xindao can really live a good life. With such a beautiful maid, why is this yard so ugly?

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