"Set up your mind for heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, carry forward the unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages..."

Just a few days later, Xun Yue, who was in Yingyin, learned about what was happening two hundred miles away.

The head of the Xun family, who was not famous, was a little lost when he looked at the four lines of small characters on the bamboo slips.

And the bamboo slips in your hand also have a loud title:

"Seeking for the wise!"

Chen Fei, the prefect of Yingchuan, used Chen Qun, Guo Jia, Hu Zhao, and Chu Liang as the humerus, Wang Chong, Yang Zhi, Geng Qiang and Yuan Zhong as the minions, issued the most sincere appeal to the scholars and the people of the seventeen cities in the county:

"Those who are virtuous will be educated; those who are talented will be issued government orders; those who are brave will be led by troops and horses to garrison the city. Do not let Yingchuan's great counties in the Central Plains become bandits and bandits who are rampant like Henan and Runan!"

Henan and Runan are both the closest counties in Yingchuan and two extremely important counties in the world. However, they are still in a state of chaos where thieves flock to thieves and government orders are not in line.

In fact, just one or two months ago, Yingchuan's condition was actually exactly the same as these two counties, but with the arrival of Chen Fei, he was slightly relieved of the previous chaos.

The people in troubled times have a strong desire for peace and stability beyond imagination. After they spent the winter of Chuping safely, their sense of identity with the new prefect also reached a new height.

In the specific incident, it is... the number of young and strong people who took the initiative to join the army in several counties centered on Yangdi has suddenly increased!

"According to the number of households reported in each county, Yingchuan currently has 160,000 households, about 820,000 people, and the young and strong men are no less than 200,000. If they are recruiting troops with all their strength according to the ratio of three or one, they can get 70,000 soldiers."

While flipping through the household registration books, Chen Qun explained to Chen Fei:

"Of course, it's the end of the year now. Even if it's a big deal, I have to spend the farming season in spring before making plans."

While drinking, Chen Fei turned to Hu Zhao who had just joined him:

"Kong Ming, how are the preparations for the academy?"

Hu Zhao is actually not old at all. He is only thirty-three years old, only ten years older than Chen Qun and Guo Jia.

He only heard him bow his hands to answer:

"Report to the Fujun, the site selection of the academy is initially set to be five miles north of Yangdi City. This place is close to mountains and forests. It is very convenient to cut wood and dig soil and stones. After the farming season of the first lunar month, idle labor can be organized to start construction. I expect to take shape within three months..."

His voice became less and less, and at the end, he finally stopped.

Because Chen Fei's expression was obviously not satisfied:

"I got rid of my husband's preparation for the academy because I wanted to spread it widely so that all counties in Yingchuan know that our government attaches importance to education and is eager to seek talent, but my husband focuses on site selection and construction. Isn't it contrary to my original intention? Moreover, now that the people are withering and there are still a large number of houses in the city are still vacant. How do you need to work hard and work in the suburbs of the city and then build civil engineering?"

Chu Liang coughed lightly, and was about to come out to smooth things over, but was interrupted by Hu Zhao himself:

"The Lord of the House blamed him very much, and Hu was ashamed of not distinguishing between the master and the second."

Although he was criticized for his first time, his friendship has not declined but increased, which makes Chen Fei appreciate his attitude.

"Mr. Kongming doesn't have to blame himself. Perhaps it was because I gave it a little hasty, which caused me to have a wrong understanding. Well, I will allocate the Zhao family house I had seized before to you. After a simple transformation, I will be able to teach and teach students immediately."

Hu Zhao bowed and agreed:

"Affect the order."

Chen Fei nodded slightly:

"The year is approaching, and you all have families, so you can rest for half a month and enjoy the joy of family."

Guo Jia looked very excited, as if he had eaten three pounds of mutton hotpot alone:

"Thank you, Mr. Fu!"

Chen Qun said righteously:

"The Lord of the Ministry is not allowed. The situation in the Central Plains changes three times a day. How can the county government be left unattended for a long time? If the Lord of the Ministry is polite, he can let his subordinates take turns to rest and go home to visit relatives."

Of course, Chen Fei slapped his thighs on a whim, and he immediately lost his way when he heard the advice:

"What the long article says is extremely true, it almost made a big mistake!"

He glanced at the depressed Guo Jia and added:

"If Fengxiao has something important, you can take a break for two months. Anyway, you are the only one who doesn't need to deal with actual government affairs."

He originally wanted to use slander to inspire Guo Jia's fighting spirit, but he didn't expect that this Yangdi genius would take advantage of the situation:

"The Lord of the Fu is thinking well. Anyway, the Yellow Turbans in Runan cannot organize an offensive for the time being. I will go home and take a break. When the Lord of the Fu needs it, I will turn the tide and save the crisis!"

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The new year has arrived quietly.

In the huge hall, there are only Chen Fei and Yang's mother and son, a total of five, which seems somewhat empty and lonely.

If you follow the etiquette and the New Year's Eve dinner of two thousand stones, you must prepare at least dozens of exquisite dishes and wine, and then set off the melodious and elegant sounds of bells and tripods, and the enchanting and moving dances, to match his identity.

Unfortunately, Chen Fei is not a gentry who likes elegant music, and now he is not in that peaceful and joyful era.

He simply asked Yang to prepare a few side dishes, then gathered them together, cut them into slices of meat... and ate hot pot.

"Toast the Lord of the House!"

The four members of Yang raised their wine glasses together and expressed their sincere New Year's greetings to him.

Chen Fei responded with a smile and drank the glass of Chinese wine in one go:

"There is no difference in identity today. You just eat and drink as much as you want. You can't welcome the New Year on hungry."

He took out a small wooden box from behind and opened the top cover.

"The medieval family of the county has contributed a lot of gifts to me. I have chosen a few at will. I should like to wish you a happy new year. My aunt should not refuse."

He first gave Yang a pair of smooth and exquisite Shu brocade and asked her to do her best to manage the family.

He also gave Yang Zhi and Yang Zhong a treasure knife and a lacquer box inkstone respectively, meaning that the two brothers can assist him well in literature and martial arts.

Finally, he took out an ivory hair comb and gave it to the Yang family's daughter, which was also considered to be thankful to her for her meticulous service during this period.

Yang Lian, who got the hair comb, was actually a little choked. She lowered her head slightly and crystal tears dripped down her cheeks.

Chen Fei did not comfort her, but just looked at the bright red "100" always on her head.

He could probably understand the other person's excitement:

Children from poor families have only been worried about food and clothing since childhood. How could they have the opportunity to receive such a valuable New Year gift?

Chen Fei also opened up his food and drink at this hot pot, and even filled a lot of wine that had been ordered. By the time the cup and plate were in a mess, his consciousness was already a little confused.

He couldn't remember how he returned to the bedroom and how he changed his clothes.

I just vaguely remember that after lying on the bed, a smooth and hot body penetrated into the thick quilt.

His hands subconsciously stroked the green mountains, wandering in the quiet and unwelcome valley, and then immersed himself in a gurgling sweet stream.

He felt that he had lost something, but he seemed to have gained more.
Chapter completed!