On June 15, Pizhou General Administration Office.

It was just a heavy rain, and it quickly turned into a drizzle, and the eaves dripping rain dripping.

At this time, in the second hall of the bureau, Yang He was frowning and looking at Lian Fangzheng opposite him.

Some days I haven't seen each other, Lian Fangzheng is still so tall and thin, wearing a stern and a serious face.

Yang He called Lian Fangzheng to come, but he asked him to be responsible for the construction of several military camps. There were officials and officials in the Pizhou workshop, but Yang He could not believe in the ethics of these people.

Xin'an Village is now in short supply, and the Works Hall has too much to do. After thinking about it, Yang He thought of Lian Fangzheng in Suining. He once accumulated teachings for Suining Workshops and had rich experience in engineering. At that time, he built Suining City defense and won Yang He's heart.

Yang He’s military camp design is extraordinary. It includes his new concepts and involves very complex mathematical knowledge.

In terms of ability and ethics, look at it, who is more honest and upright?

but……

Compared to before, Lian Fangzheng's temper has changed slightly, but not much.

As soon as he saw Yang He, he couldn't help frowning and said, "I am Suining's Canceled Documents, not Pizhou Literature Office. The Lord summoned his subordinates and did not ask the prefecture government to issue a document. Is this a way of a superior? Is this not taking the court's laws seriously?"

As he said, his voice slowly turned stern, and he had to advise him if he had any disagreement.

The guards beside the hall, Chen Qiuao and others subconsciously stayed away.

Yang He was almost breathless. Although he knew how to use this person, he really didn't want to see him.

He scolded, "You Muyu's head, I am still the General Secretary of the Suining, I am still your Shangguan, you are my official, I am the Secretary of the Central Committee of the State Council. What's wrong with me asking you to come to Pizhou?"

Lian Fangzheng was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "What the lord said is very true, but my subordinates are not saying anything."

Yang He waved his hand: "Okay, let's talk about Suining."

As soon as he saw this person, he was angry. He would have seen this person earlier and give it away earlier.

Lian Fangzheng was the head of Suining County Statistics Office and the Literary Office of the County Police Bureau. He reported on the statistics on wilderness and wilderness in the suburbs and summarizing the waist-baring cards of each county's area.

He said: "From March 18th to yesterday, there were 2,567 households installing door signs, 14,753 households, and more than 1546 pairs of waist signs issued by the age of thirteen. However, according to the calculations of subordinates, nearly three months have passed, and only about half of the people in the county have handled door signs and waist signs, and the rest are still watching. Most of the people handled the county towns, and there are few in the countryside."

Yang He nodded slightly. According to the records in "Huai'an Prefecture Chronicle. Gongfu Chronicle", in the fourth year of Tianqi, there were about 6,000 households in Suining and more than 37,000 households. This is still a taxable population. If there are hidden households, there are more than 40,000 people.

Although there have been natural disasters and man-made disasters in recent years, and the population has suffered a great loss, it is estimated that more than 20,000 people in the county still have more than 20,000 people.

These 20,000 people have been in three months, and only half of them have applied for it. They have installed free door signs and applied for waist signs. They have defeated bandits in Suining City. They have a strong prestige, but the people are still not enthusiastic. It seems that the implementation of this waist sign system has not been very smooth.

He said: "Don't worry about this. I said at the time that there was a period of three months to six months. There was still a three-month period. If there was no waist card in the time, I would grab a group of people and catch a stone yard to smash the stones. They would be enthusiastic. And if it expired, it would be charged for a waist card."

Lian Fangzheng frowned again, and Yang He quickly asked him to shut up and talk about the construction of the military camp. He asked him to go to the Suining Workshop and Pizhou Workshop to select useful people and survey the location he requested. If possible, draw a draft design for himself to see.

At this time, all the city buildings had draft drawings, and even some craftsmen's draft drawings would not be inferior to those of later generations. Yang He was still assured to professional talents like Lian Fangzheng. He was rigid and Yang He could also be assured to the person he chose.

Lian Fangzheng solemnly accepted the order and would be extremely serious when talking about his own affairs.

Seeing his appearance, Yang He was satisfied and said, "You just need to survey the construction, just tell me how much silver and grain you need, and you will definitely not lose your supply."

At this time, it takes about 700 taels of silver and 600 stones to build a castle that is more than Monday. Yang He’s heart is different, and he doesn’t know how much it takes, but Yang He will naturally not be stingy with grain and rice for several extremely important military camps in his future plans.

Lian Fangzheng said, "City and buildings have budgets, so as much as you can. Adults are vague. Do you want to be greedy?"

Yang He rubbed his forehead and said, "Okay, you can survey it first. Try to do as long as possible for the future construction to be set up by our official."

He took out a few drawings and said, "There is a land platform that needs to be built on the canal gathering. It is best to be high in the north and west, and low in the east and south, which is conducive to drainage... Zhongwu Village is an important place to prevent thieves. It is best to build it on the mountain platform, and the village walls are here..."

Lian Fangzheng looked at the drawings and became more and more fascinated. Although he didn't know much about military affairs, he could also see that this kind of military design was one step further than the low wall trench defense line under Suining City. Even if the opponent had fierce artillery, as long as the soldiers dared to fight, they would be as solid as a god.

He looked at Yang He with some admiration and murmured: "I seem to have seen such a military camp somewhere..."

...

The plague god sent Lian Fangzheng away. Yang He had not finished a cup of tea. Chen Qiu Aolai reported: "The Wang Shuban from the Military Weapon Bureau is here."

Yang Hedao: "Oh."

He pondered for a while and said, "Let him come in."

Soon, King Zan Dian of the Military Weapons came in with a big hat and an amber shirt. When he was in Xin'an Village that day, Yang He asked him to copy a mansion every five days and submit it to the village, giving him a copying fee of one or five cents a month.

Even if Yang He was the Suining General Manager in the future, and now he was the Pizhou General Manager, there would be a yamen official who would copy the newspapers from the residence, and Yang He asked him to copy the newspapers from the residence. For Yang He, the higher his position, the fewer friends he had, Wang Feng was a rare friend.

Seeing Yang He, Wang Feng bowed and said with a smile: "Sir, the student is here to send the residence to the newspaper."

He took out the newspaper from the oil bag, Yang He asked Deng Menzi to see the tea, and said with a smile: "I don't know what good news is coming soon."

He opened the palace newspaper and looked at it for a while, and sighed. The palace newspaper was full of bad news about Zhang Xianzhong, Ge Zuo and others conquering the city. Therefore, Emperor Chongzhen officially issued an edict to arrest Zheng Eryang, governor of Anlu, Gao Guangdou, governor of Fengyang, and Ma Shiying was appointed as the left minister of the Ministry of War, the assistant censor, and the military affairs of Fengyang.

Seeing Yang He's expression, Wang Feng also sighed: "What's wrong with the Ming Dynasty? It seems that in the past two years, the thief has been clamoring and powerful. Since Emperor Gao ascended the throne for three hundred years, will our country still have its destiny?"

Yang He looked at the drizzle outside and murmured: "National fortune? The building is about to collapse. How can there be a complete egg when the nest is collapsed?"

Wang Feng had never seen Yang He's expression like this. He was shocked and said, "Not it?"

Yang He still looked outside and said in a deep voice: "The country's power is irreversible, so we must open a bloody road for ourselves, for our subordinates and relatives!"

He looked cold and solemn, with great decisiveness and determination. Judging from his appearance, Wang Feng seemed to understand something, so there was no need to say some words.

He just sighed, "Oh, it's going to die again, and blood is bleeding everywhere."

Yang Hedao: "Die? More people will die in the future. Blood will flow all over the earth and corpses will spread all over the mountains and rivers."

He said quietly, his voice was cold, and it seemed as if the cold wind was howling by. Chen Qiuao and others were all surprised.

When Wang Feng said goodbye, Yang He sent him to the corridor and said to him: "Brother Wang, I know that you are difficult to do with others, but things are inevitable. If there is a next time, I will be enemies, not friends."

Wang Feng apologized and gave a deep bow to Yang He. He left the Lian Zong Mansion, Hu Xingye and others came out of a nearby teahouse and asked anxiously: "Wang Shuban, what's wrong? Did Lord Yang receive the gift list? What did he say?"

Wang Feng touched his arms, and he couldn't take out the gift list at all, and he couldn't speak. Due to the affection of ambassador Nan Chen, he took this trip, but that was the case.

He slowly sent the gift list back, and Hu Xingye and others couldn't help but understand that they all looked ugly.

However, Hu Xingye strongly smiled and still sent a gift box, saying, "This is some thank you, I hope Wang Shu can accept it with a smile."

A long Sui opened the gift box, and there were 100 taels of white silver inside. Wang Feng was moved and finally sighed: "I will not receive any reward without merit."

He looked at Hu Xingye and others: "Everyone, leave, all leave Pizhou, far away from Lord Yang, the farther away the better."

He strides away, getting further and further away from Hu Xingye and others. For some reason, his heart felt relieved.

Hu Xingye and others stood there, their faces looking extremely ugly.

...

On June 16th, west of the city, Guanlanfang, Guanghui Street.

Today is the scorching sun again, but in this "Cuishuitai" teahouse, it is cool and comfortable. The building is three stories high, with flowers and trees in the pond, and nearby are Liuhou Temple and Jishan Bridge. Standing on the third floor, you can clearly look at Bange Mountain on the other side.

This is a teahouse, which only drinks tea, which is not as noisy as a book teahouse, wine teahouse, and flower teahouse.

Yang He sat quietly, watching Lord Qi Shangxian, the head of the Ministry of Works, on the opposite side, showing his tea art elegantly. The teahouse is quiet and elegant, the ancient and mesmerizing Xiangfei bamboo chairs, and the lacquered wood furniture are all filled with elegant Su style charm.

Kunqu Opera and Jiangnan Gardens are the trend that scholars and officials flock to.

"I've been stealing my life for half a day." Lord Qi Shangxian glanced at Yang He and said reservedly, "Mr. Yang, please."

Yang He picked up the scary fragrance and took a sip.

Lord Qi Shangxian also took a sip, put down the teacup and sighed: "It's not easy to be an official. It's hard to do a job every day, and it's hard to be quiet for a while."

Yang He smiled: "Is Lord Qi very busy?"

Qi Shangxian sighed: "It's a laborious job to write a document, and I'm not able to do anything every day. It's just that I was ordered by the General River and the Ministry of Works to assess, inspect, and control the officials along the river to carry out the roads and supervise the construction of gates and dams. They are responsible for their responsibilities, but they dare not slack off."

He said with a slight smug look.

He sighed again: "After all, time has passed, and more than ten years have passed, and he is no longer young anymore. He always wants to be lazy."

He looked at Yang He: "I am envious of Lord Yang, who is in his prime and has great potential. Whenever I see Lord Yang, I will see myself back then."

Yang He said, "Oh? See Xiaguan?"

Lord Qi Shangxian nodded, as if he was in memorial: "Looking back on the past, I was so energetic that I was a judge in the first year. At that time, I was thinking about reporting to the Holy Lord and ease the people. My temperament at that time was even more fierce than Lord Yang."

Yang Hedao: "Isn't it tough anymore?"

Qi Shangxian paused, a little unhappy, and then smiled: "In the officialdom, in the end, the Hundred Refinings and Hardness will turn into softness around the fingers, and the light is the same as dust, and a harmonious atmosphere."

He looked at Yang He, and his eyebrows were filled with evil spirits: "It's like my official, I wanted to do something back then, but this Ming Dynasty has been accustomed to too long. Do you want to do things and know how others will deal with you? They don't even have to come forward. Just start a messenger and make troublemakers unhappy. The good things you do will become bad. If the censor is impeached, according to the rules of the Ming Dynasty, officials will be automatically suspended and waiting for inspection. Once you are impeached, you will attack them in groups and fall down and push them."

"Mr. Yang, as expected, your official fortune will come to an end!"

Yang He said lightly: "Do I really like this official? Are I afraid of impeachment?"

Qi Shangxian's eyes were fixed and he smiled and said, "Young people are always energetic. But if you don't care about yourself, you should also think about Mr. Su who has cited you, and Mr. Shi who has high hopes for you, right?"

He sighed, "Especially Mr. Su, he retired in one or two years. Do you think he would not be quiet before he retired?"

Yang He's eyes became cold. He looked at Qi Shangxian and said, "Mr. Qi called the official and said this? Tell me the purpose of the trip!"

Qi Shangxian looked at Yang He and said condescendingly: "Mr. Yang, you are an official for thousands of miles only for wealth. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. It is better to be harmonious with the light and the dust is better."

Yang He suddenly stood up: "Mr. Qi is a lobbyist for those green-skinned gangsters? This Pizhou's rascal force can actually invite the fifth-rank Beijing officials to lobby! I just dare to ask Lord Qi, are you an official from the Ming Dynasty or those green-skinned gangsters?"

Qi Shangxian also put down his face and said coldly: "Zhu Wan said back then: 'It is easy to steal foreign countries, but it is difficult to steal from China. It is easy to steal from pirates on the coast of China, but it is the most difficult to steal from China's clothing and hats!" After all, young people are a little impatient and do not know the depth of the officialdom. Only when they hit a wall and are crushed to pieces will they realize their regrets. Yang He, I advise you, Xiao Gui Cao is gone, you can't turn the world around in this Pizhou city, and you must not walk alone in the Ming Dynasty."

Yang He sneered: "What a Xiao Gui, Cao Sui, who is Xiao? What is Rui? You, Lord Qi, are you, form a clique for personal gain, and be in harmony with the villain? I am really not ashamed, but proud! As for the bones that are broken, I, Yang He, crawled out of the dead, and I am not afraid of being broken!"

He looked at Qi Shangxian and shook his head in disappointment: "Mr. Qi, your sage book has really been read into the dog's belly. Even a person like you will advise me to interfere with me? I just want to ask, your face is bigger than your butt?"

He looked at Qi Shangxian with cold eyes, brushed his sleeves, and left.

Chen Qiuao and others outside the door looked at Qi Shangxian coldly and followed.

Qi Shangxian stood there, his face turned ashen, and his forehead was full of blue veins, and he said angrily: "How dare you do this!"
Chapter completed!