Zhao Fuxiang left the branch office and returned to the prefect office. After seeing Cai Sichun, he told the story. Cai Sichun was relieved to hear that the matter was successful. In this way, it is a win-win situation. Both the prefect office and the branch office can be promoted and make a fortune, and Zhao Fuxiang also gets

The refugees were grateful. As for those unlucky boat gang leaders, their whole families were going to be beheaded, so who would care about their lives?

Zhao Fuxiang chuckled: "Sir, there is one more thing. After the common people argued hard, Mao Jiao vomited out all the property of those leaders. Please send your family to check it out!"

In fact, Mao Jiao was given to the prefects Zhou Shuguang and Cai Sichun, but Zhao Fuxiang saw that Zhou Shuguang was about to be buried, and Cai Sichun in front of him was in his prime. In order to make friends with Cai Sichun, he privately decided to give all his property to Cai Sichun.

Cai Sichun was very surprised to hear that there was foreign money. He originally thought that all the benefits went into Mao Jiao's pocket. After all, what happened last night was the result of the branch office's great efforts. Mao Jiao should be the only one to benefit. Now he heard that he can still make some money.

Cai Sichun was extremely happy to see the benefits.

"Okay! I will send someone to seal up the prisoner's property. We will discuss it after a clear inventory!"

After Cai Sichun finished speaking, he glanced at Zhao Fuxiang. He was very satisfied with how Zhao Fuxiang handled the matter today. He didn't expect that his senior brother could make such a philistine friend. It was really surprising. Since Zhao Fuxiang did a good job, Cai Sichun naturally wanted to do it.

expressed something.

"Brother Zhao, you have done a good job on this matter. I am very satisfied with it. Let me know if you have any difficulties. I will try my best to help you solve it!"

This is what Zhao Fuxiang was waiting for. After listening to Cai Sichun's words, Zhao Fuxiang smiled and said: "Sir, the grassroots hope that you can provide more food for the refugees. There are also grassroots people who are planning to move all the refugees outside the city to the deserted island at the mouth of the river. Can we

I don’t ask you to find some craftsmen. After all, you need to build some shacks to protect the refugees from the wind and rain! And the last thing is that the ordinary people have sent invitations to the gentry and wealthy households in the city, inviting them to gather on the tenth day of February. If you are free, can you

Sir please attend?"

These requests were very simple. After hearing this, Cai Sichun agreed: "It is the responsibility of the local officials to resettle the refugees. Brother Zhao, please rest assured. I will arrange for the household to provide 1,000 shi of food to the refugees in a short while, as well as arrange for 100 craftsmen."

Go help you! As for the party, I will definitely attend!"

After hearing this, Zhao Fuxiang was overjoyed that a thousand shi of grain would cost several thousand taels of silver. This would solve his big problem.

Zhao Fuxiang thanked Cai Sichun repeatedly, and then followed the manager of the household to go out to collect food.

Hufang Jingcheng is an old man in his fifties. Zhao Fuxiang has been in the system for a long time and knows that the King of Hell is easy to see but difficult to deal with. When he followed Jingcheng to a deserted place, Zhao Fuxiang stopped Jingcheng and asked: "

This man, what’s your surname?”

The old man was stunned and said: "Your surname is Liu, what can you do with Mr. Zhao?"

Zhao Fuxiang laughed and said: "Why don't you master me? Zhao Fuxiang is forty-two years old this year. If Mr. Liu thinks highly of Zhao, just call him brother!"

Among the 159 prefectures in the Ming Dynasty, except for Shuntian Prefecture and Yingtian Prefecture, which are the two capitals and have excellent systems and the rank of the officials of the prefectures is the third rank, which can be regarded as special-level prefectures, the remaining 157 prefectures were divided according to the regulations of the sixth year of Hongwu.

The prefectures in the world are divided into three levels. Those with a tax revenue of more than 200,000 shi are called Shangfu, and the prefects are from the third rank. Those with less than 200,000 shi are called Zhongfu, and the prefects are from the fourth rank. Those with less than 100,000 shi are called lower houses, and the prefects are from the fourth rank.

Although Qiongzhou Prefecture has the largest territory under its jurisdiction and a good population, because the land is poor and the taxes paid are small, only 65,000 dan per year, it can only be appointed as a lower prefecture. The prefect Zhou Shuguang is from the fourth grade.

There are two Zuoyin officials in the prefecture, Cai Sichun, who is a fellow magistrate of the fifth rank. From the general magistrate of the fifth rank, in addition to these officials who need Jinshi, there is also the Experience Department, which has similar functions to later government offices.

There is a deputy governor, one person who is a ninth-grade officer; the Zhaomo Institute, which has similar functions to the personnel bureau in later generations, has one person who is the chief officer, who is a nine-grade officer; there is also the Director of Prisons, which manages the prison, and one person who is the chief officer is a prisoner, who is a nine-grade officer.

Unlike later generations of governments that constantly provide financial support to tens of thousands of people, a local government in the Ming Dynasty that managed 470,000 Hainan Island only had public officials supported by these seven countries. All other people in the yamen were local food stamps.

According to later generations, it means self-reliance.

The old Liu in front of Zhao Fuxiang was Fang Jingcheng of the magistrate's office. He was responsible for the taxation, finance and civil affairs of the prefecture. He was treated according to the proper seventh-grade director-level treatment in later generations, but in the Ming Dynasty he was a subordinate official without even a grade.

Old Liu was very happy when Zhao Fuxiang called him Master Liu, but he said: "Brother Zhao, please don't call me that. I'm just an errand boy, but I can't be called an adult!"

"Master Liu, you are in charge of the money and food of the whole government. What a great responsibility and responsibility you have. Without you, the operation of the whole government will come to a standstill. How can you be just an errand boy?"

Zhao Fuxiang's flattery made Lao Liu very comfortable, and he asked with a smile: "Brother Zhao, please ask Lao Liu for anything you want!"

Zhao Fuxiang secretly cursed in his heart that this old guy was really smart. He knew that he had something to ask him for. Zhao Fuxiang smiled, took out a hundred taels of silver from his arms, handed it to Old Liu and said, "Master Liu, I know you have worked hard.

The money is for the brothers in the household to drink tea. You know that Lord Tongzhi gave the villain a thousand shi of food to help the refugees. Do you think you can give more?"

Seeing that he had the money, Old Liu said with a smile: "Since Brother Zhao has this intention, I will inform them later, but there are still many people in Yicang, and these money..."

Hearing what Lao Liu said, Zhao Fuxiang cursed in his heart. This is one hundred taels of silver, which is enough to buy the best Yangzhou thin horse. This guy is really greedy if he doesn't think it is enough. But Zhao Fuxiang has nothing to do. He knows that as long as he

If you don't satisfy these evil spirits, the food you will give yourself will not only be short of a pound or two, but will also be mixed with half of the sand.

Zhao Fuxiang had no choice but to take out another 100 taels of silver and give it to Lao Liu. Mao Jiao gave him the 200 taels of silver as a thank you gift without even warming it up.

"Master Liu is absolutely right, but the villain is not familiar with the people in Yicang. Please transfer these money to the brothers in Yicang!"

Old Liu took the one hundred taels and said with a smile: "Brother Zhao is indeed interesting, don't worry! I will say hello to Yicang, so I don't have to follow Old Liu, just wait outside the city!"

Sure enough, it worked after sending the money. Now there was no need to pick up the goods, and they were delivered directly to the door. Zhao Fuxiang left the prefect's Yamen with a lot of gratitude, and then went outside the city to wait for the food to be delivered from the charity warehouse.

When they arrived at the private camp outside the city, Zhao Fuxiang was so overwhelmed by the smell that he really didn't want to go in, so he had to find a child to let him in and notify Meng Decai to come out.

Meng Decai spent this day in real fear. He hid when he returned to the refugee camp, fearing that he would be caught by the government officials. Just now a child came in to find him, saying that there was a tall, fat man outside looking for him. Meng Decai still didn't believe it.

First, he secretly ran to the door and took a look. It was indeed Zhao Fuxiang himself. At the same time, no government officials followed him, so he dared to come out to meet him.

Seeing that there were no strangers around Zhao Fuxiang, Meng Decai dared to walk out, came to Zhao Fuxiang, and asked eagerly: "Chief rudder, you are here! How is the government?"

Seeing Meng Decai's virtue, Zhao Fuxiang cursed angrily: "Old Meng, Old Meng, do you know how much I spent spitting today? Not only did I go to see the prefect and the magistrate, I even met the commander Mao.

Only then will we clean up the bullshit you did!"

When Meng Decai heard what Zhao Fuxiang said, he couldn't believe that he was okay. He quickly knelt on the ground and asked: "Chief Captain, are you really okay?"

When Meng Decai saw Zhao Fuxiang nodded affirmatively, he was so happy that he kowtowed repeatedly, thanking Zhao Fuxiang for helping him.

Zhao Fuxiang helped Meng Decai up and said: "Old Meng, your method of controlling these refugees is too poor. They dare to do such a thing. You must keep them in check in the future. Don't keep those who took the lead last night."

If you catch it, just sink into the river and forget it!"

Meng Decai was just a small landowner in the past and had no management philosophy. He said in a stern voice: "Chief Captain, there are too many refugees. The villain only has more than 20 people under his command, so he really can't manage them!"

Hearing what Meng Decai said, Zhao Fuxiang was really angry. He cursed: "Don't you know how to use your brain? Send more than 20 people out to be a small leader, and let them take care of more than 20 people each. Isn't that right?

Are there four or five hundred people? By analogy, when you control five thousand people, the other refugees will follow your lead. You need to learn more from Kong Shouzhen on this, and ask him for advice if you have nothing to do, you know?"

Meng Decai didn't dare to reply when Zhao Fuxiang scolded him, so he had no choice but to agree. Zhao Fuxiang said again: "The government will send a thousand shi of grain soon. What are you going to do?"

When Meng Decai heard that so much food had been transported, he smiled and said: "Now, the refugees can finally have a full meal!"

Hearing what Meng Decai said, Zhao Fuxiang didn't even have the energy to get angry. He said: "Old Meng, this is exactly how you control the refugees! Don't distribute the food equally, otherwise no one will remember your benefits. You have to be close to yourself.

Give more people, for example, to the more than 20 people who follow you, give each of them one stone of food, and for other insignificant things, give porridge once every five days, so that your men can work for you with all their heart, do you understand?"

After hearing what Zhao Fuxiang said, Meng Decai suddenly realized that it was wrong to do the averaging in the past, so he repeatedly promised that he would do it according to the wishes of the chief helmsman in the future.

Zhao Fuxiang knew that the man in front of him, Meng Decai, was not suitable to be the incense owner, but now he was really short of people, so he had to rush the ducks and put them on the shelf. At worst, he would ask Kong Shouzhen to take more care of him in the future.

"Lao Meng, prepare a thousand strong men for me tomorrow. Let them have a full meal and send them to Haidian Island. I will be useful! And the boat gangs on the dock have been killed by you. Don't use the vacant positions.

Outsiders have robbed us. From now on, the shipping on the Nandu River pier will belong to us, Tiandihui. If any locals come to rob our business, come to me and I will find the government to take action!"

Meng Decai was overjoyed when he heard this. Although the shipping on the Nandu River was not as good as the big rivers on the mainland, more than 100,000 people in the counties in the upper reaches of the Nandu River depended on this river. Now that shipping has returned to Tiandihui, the lives of tens of thousands of refugees will also change.
Chapter completed!