Under the roar of the manager, the discordant voices were immediately controlled.

Seeing this, Zhu Youxiao felt that what his ancestors said was right. County officials were not as good as taking charge. These farmers were not afraid of me, but they didn’t know how to be afraid. Yes, they didn’t know how to be afraid. The difference between themselves and them was like a natural barrier, just like the same gap between the boss and the first-class trumpet in the end.

"How are you good at eating?" Zhu Youxiao's mouth raised and made himself kinder.

"Thank you for your grace!" At this time, someone suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to Zhu Youxiao and thanked him.

These people were arranged in advance by the eunuchs in charge of the affairs, to deal with this kind of cold situation. Most of these farmers are foreign inhabitants. The biggest official they have ever met in their lives is probably the minor official, and even a few county officials have seen them.

So if you don’t arrange these people in advance and find some people to take the lead, they will definitely not know what they should do when they are panicked.

Sure enough, with the leadership of some people, the people in these farms fell to their knees and expressed their gratitude to Zhu Youxiao.

But these people have all the names.

Some are called Saint Master, some are called Emperor Master, and some are called His Majesty.

But what does it mean to call Emperor Laoer!

This title made Zhu Youxiao feel a little strange.

In fact, Zhu Youxiao also understood the reason for the chaos in this title. This is the result of the imperial power not going to the countryside. The people below knew that the biggest person in the world was the emperor, but most people did not have an accurate concept of the emperor. They only knew that the emperor was the son of heaven and the largest official in the world, and even greater than the magistrate whom they feared the most.

But when you asked him to tell him what the emperor was, no one could tell it. This is because there was nothing in their minds that could be compared with the emperor.

They even knew that worshiping Gods, they would worship Buddhas or the Three Pure Ones, because they knew that this was the greatest god, which had been deeply rooted in people's hearts, and these things were with them every day.

When you have any wishes to worship God, you will know how to do it, how to burn incense and kowtow to pray.

Because there are often monks and Taoist priests around them to promote them, they understand what the Buddha's Three Pure Land masters are.

However, no official is willing to promote the emperor to these people, and the gentry in the countryside is even more unwilling to promote the emperor. They are not even willing to mention the emperor. They hope that their territory is a native emperor and have the power of life and death over the villagers. How can they tell the villagers that the person who really governs them is actually the emperor?

The disadvantage of the imperial power not going to the countryside is to separate the passage between Zhu Youzhai and the people. Whatever policy Zhu Youzhai introduced will be at most the county and then it will not be able to continue.

Because after arriving in the county, the county magistrate must have summoned the gentry to implement these policies, but are those gentry willing to implement them?

Of course, it will be implemented if it is beneficial to you, but what if this policy is not polite to you, it is harmful to you?

Needless to say, it must be blocked. Anyway, the tentacles of the court cannot be extended to the countryside. I just don’t implement what you can do to me if I don’t implement them.

In this way, the actual power of these gentry in the countryside is greater than that of the court. In fact, the people are afraid of gentry, but they are afraid of imperial power. They don’t know what to fear. They only know that the emperor can control the gentry, but no one knows that this is the matter.

This is a kind of helplessness. One of the biggest problems Zhu Youxiao faces at this time, or a problem he will face in his entire life.

Henan official reform is an attempt he wants to make, trying to extend the tentacles of imperial power to the whole province.

Zhu Youxiao suddenly smiled silently on the stage. As expected, this is not good to be an emperor. Even if you fart, you can think of countless things. When several farmers see the emperor, they can think of the disadvantages of the imperial power not going to the countryside.

As expected, the older the leader thinks more, and he becomes like this at any time.

"All subjects are exempted from courtesy." Zhu Youxiao pointed at the front and helped him.

But the farmers below, look at me one by one, and you don’t know what Your Majesty means.

"Get up and the ground is cold!" Zhu Youxiao shook his head. If you communicate with these farmers, you can't be very literary. You have to be popular and understand them.

This time, these farmers understood what Zhu Youxiao meant, and stood up one by one and lowered their heads, as if they had made some mistakes.

In fact, this is the influence of status and status. How can lower-ranking people look directly at the superiors? This can be regarded as provocative.

Zhu Youxiao felt that it was not intuitive at all to perform a one-man show on it, so he pointed to a farmer and asked him to come up. The eunuch in charge immediately went down as if power was on and pulled the farmer up.

"Is this subject delicious?" Zhu Youxiao asked.

The farmer who was dragged up was about to cry. When did he experience this scene? He saw that he kept trembling between his thighs, gritting his teeth to prevent himself from peeing, and standing there tremblingly ready to let Zhu Youxiao mercy.

"What's the name of a fellow villager?" Zhu Youxiao tried hard to make himself more kind.

"I...my name is Erluzi."

At this time, there was a lot of fun on the stage. A thin black man in his thirties shrank his head and feet, poking in front of Zhu Youxiao like a young wife.

"Where is the Daming?" Zhu Youxiao really couldn't shout at Erluzi.

"Zhang Erlu."

"Do you think this potato stew is delicious?" Zhu Youxiao asked.

"It's delicious." Zhang Erlu nodded repeatedly. This is indeed true. The potatoes are sweet and pasty. It's really delicious, and it's much better than wild vegetable dumplings and mixed noodles.

"Then do you want to eat like this in the future?" Zhu Youxiao asked again.

"I want to eat, I want to eat." Zhang Erlu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice again.

But he also thought of one question, that is, can he eat it again? No matter how stupid he is, he knows that today is a special situation. If they are usually not qualified to eat it, they are planting those potatoes, but no one dares to eat them without permission. If the person in charge knows that it is a fatal thing.

"We... can we eat again?" Zhang Erlu shrank her head and asked pitifully.

"I'll ask you if you're full of eating this potato?" Zhu Youxiao continued to ask. He wanted to guide the farmers below step by step to stimulate the inner yearning for a better life.
Chapter completed!