After the public announcement phase of marine policy, the usual inquiry process began.

Various departments in the capital were linked to send more than a dozen working groups to visit the streets.

Each working group is composed of the Inspector of the Censorate, the Secretary of the Executive Yuan’s Secretariat, the Researcher of the Policy Research Office, and the Ming Pao reporter.

The inspector and the censor are responsible for supervision to prevent favoritism, fraud, deception and concealment of subordinates.

You should know that the possibility of such a thing happening is too great. In the past, those officials relied on these two skills to spread the officialdom.

The Executive Yuan’s secretary is responsible for recording the content of the inquiry, while the Policy Research Institute is responsible for collecting opinions from the people to improve policies.

The job of Ming Pao reporters is very simple. They just write down what they encounter when they ask about time and spread the attitude of the people to the Ming Dynasty and what level of the process they have.

So the inquiry began in full swing.

Under the guidance and protection of the five cities' military officials, these working groups entered the streets and alleys, fields, and made contributions to the court's next work regardless of the wind and rain.

"My fellow villagers! My fellow villagers! Don't be afraid! Don't run away! We are good people!"

"Membersman! Membersman!"

A working group arrived in a small village below Hejian Mansion. As soon as they entered, they saw a little old man weeding in the field. The city officials of the Wucheng Military Police who were opening the way ran up enthusiastically, showing an unprecedented kind smile.

Don’t ask him why he became so kind. It’s actually very simple. He didn’t see so many people here. There are also reporters, of course he has to be very kind.

But this damn old man, why are you running away! I can still eat you!

The city official looked at the old man who was running faster than a rabbit with a hoe and couldn't help but curse and spit on the ground with thick phlegm.

The working group behind also trotted over, looking at the little old man with flexible legs and feet, with puzzled expression.

"What did he run away? We haven't asked yet." A secretary of the Executive Yuan asked in confusion.

The city official quickly explained: "Sir, you don't know that these farmers are all mud legs who have never seen the world. They run faster than anyone else when they encounter something, and the timid ones are younger than rabbits."

"Or why we go to the city to ask the rich families. They are easier to talk to and can chat with than these mud legs." The city official said with a slight movement of his eyes and suggested.

"No, no, this is not possible. Policy implementation requires understanding of people of multiple classes, and we need to understand the opinions of wealthy families, but we also need to understand the opinions of ordinary people, and we also need to understand them, because the main body of our Ming Dynasty is still ordinary people." The researcher in the Policy Research Office held a notebook in one hand and held a pen in the other, and nodded firmly.

He was ready to go up and make records, but the civilian ran away. It was such a pity. Why did you say he ran away? He was not a human-eating tiger.

When the city officials saw that his proposal was rejected, they were immediately embarrassed.

In fact, someone came to him two days ago and told him to pay attention and try to bring the Executive Yuan working group to the city as much as possible.

It is best to take them to ask the wealthy families, and don’t let them touch these mud legs. Let those people come to us, so that we can control the policies.

The city officials have benefited from it, so naturally they have to do things for others. So when the people from these working groups ask to go to the village, the city officials led the team brought them to this village that has never seen the world.

This village is Niujia Village, with only more than fifty families in the village. There are no scholars or any prominent figures. Therefore, the villagers are relatively closed and belong to the kind of village that is very honest and cautious about the outside world.

The city officials brought them here to make it impossible for these working groups to continue. Even if you ask a few people, they can't make a fuss for a long time.

But since they want to waste time, I will accompany them. Anyway, I can receive an additional fifty cents of subsidy every day with them. It’s nothing big.

Such formal and clean money is worth more than the city officials.

So the city officials led the team led them into the small village.

"My fellow villagers, open the door. We are from the Executive Yuan! We are from the Executive Yuan!" The secretary of the Executive Yuan knocked on the door of the family.

In fact, this is really a big door, a dilapidated small courtyard, a pile of yellow mud, a fenced gate, three books and five bamboos tied together.

To be honest, this thing is just a gentleman's door, which means that people come to stop. Not to mention theft protection, even children can get in through this gap.

An old man and an old woman inside were hiding in the innermost room with a grandchild, trembling.

The situation outside was too big. There were soldiers, city officials, and so on. There were dozens of people. Although the old man didn't know who those who were officials, he knew the might of the city officials. He immediately changed his face and thought he had done something.

"Don't be afraid of fellow villagers! We are here to bring you warmth! We are from the court, regular court officials!" The secretary of the secretariat stood in front of the fence and shouted into it.

They did come to give warmth, so His Majesty personally paid out of his pocket to prepare daily necessities such as rice, flour, salt and other daily necessities for these people, and asked their working groups to give this thing to the people being questioned after inquiring.

Of course, it is for those people in the more difficult situation. If you have a good life, you can give a bunch of salt.

So there is nothing wrong with them coming to give warmth, because they do come with warmth.

But the old man and his family were even more scared. Officials, and those who are all slapped without blinking. Are they going to enter that dark age again?

The old man was in tears. He had a saint in the past two years and his life had just passed. Why is the official now coming again?

After shouting for a while, no one came out. The city official stood by and held his chest with his hands in his arms and looked lively. He shouted, "You're going to scream, it's useless to scream if you break your throat."

"What should I do? No one wants to come out?"

"Yes, the villagers in this village seem to be unwilling to cooperate very much. They seem to be afraid of us." The policy researcher in the research room said the truth.

"What should I do? I finally came. Could it be that we can't leave? You forgot the instructions of Your Majesty before leaving." The secretary said anxiously.

Just when the officials of these working groups were worried, Ming Pao reporters could no longer bear it.
Chapter completed!