"The county school has just been established, and I have taken out a hundred stakes and expanded it more!"

Xiao Shanwen found that this more than 10,000 yuan was too much. Although the local area was 30,000 yuan, it still had a strong financial resources.

It is worthy of being Wang County.

No wonder in the former Tang Dynasty, he lost half of the northern country, but he still survived by relying on the Jiangnan area, and even used his money and food to quell the Anshi Rebellion. Its potential cannot be underestimated.

In the four counties of Changzhou, Jinling County collected 50,000 shi of grain. The roughest estimate in Changzhou can be 200,000 shi, and the money can be 70,000 to 80,000 shi. It is indeed one of the top ten places in the world.

How many can there be in the entire Jiangning Prefecture?

He couldn't help but fall into reverie, but unfortunately this was not something he, a county magistrate, could know.

As the county magistrate, he was undoubtedly happy, because as long as the salary of the clerks was paid enough for the officials, some preparations for disasters were left, and the rest were basically allowed to be ordered by him.

This is the authority of Bailihou for thousands of years. Even if he uses his drinking and playing with flowers, he can only cause criticism and cannot be convicted.

This was not the benefit of the Song Dynasty. All the money and grain were transported back to Beijing from thousands of miles away, and then they took out the money and grain that was only allowed to be operated by the yamen, which made the local area extremely difficult and had no ability to resist when facing chaotic people or disasters.

Therefore, as soon as Tokyo was lost, the entire northern territory fell.

"What the county magistrate does is also very appropriate!" The staff member touched his beard and exclaimed: "Everything is available in all aspects, and even takes into account education. This is the basis of being an official!"

"But this can only be one, not another, otherwise someone will impeach the public and use it for personal purposes, and you will win people's hearts!"

"I should save myself!" Xiao Shanwen said with a smile: "Thousands of households in Jinling County, just 57 people, can they be completely managed? The finances are quite abundant. I decided to recruit dozens of people to gather a hundred people before I could barely control this county town!"

"The countryside will be next year. Let's talk about it when the time comes!"

"Thanks to the strength of the gentleman, I only have a hundred stakes, so I hope I can accept it with a smile!"

"I am ashamed of my abilities, I can only bear the consequences of my size!" The staff member was so happy that he couldn't stop talking.

A hundred stagnant of money is enough to buy dozens of acres of land, and Isn’t it just for money to be an aide?

I worked with the county magistrate for a few more years, saved enough money and got connections, and then I would go home, concentrate on studying, take the exam for scholars, juren, and pass the imperial examination, and accumulate contacts in the officialdom. Even if I am a juren, I can still become a county magistrate.

"Has the di report been released?" Xiao Shanwen asked casually after he had a conspiracy in his heart.

The official newspaper published a ten-day publication, which wrote to the court affairs and the emperor's movements, and there were interesting stories from all over the world, which were popular among the public, and he, as a county magistrate, was a must-read.

He is far away, but his heart is in the court. Although the letters are meticulous, they are troublesome. The best way to understand is naturally to be a mansion. Every time he has to study carefully for several days and observe the trends of the court to feel more at ease.

After all, he is a Jinshi from Hanlin and will return to the court sooner or later. He must understand it. It would be bad to be alienated too much.

"It has arrived!" The staff member picked up a few stacks of thick paper from the desk, and the fragrance of ink was still there.

"There are more and more reports in this residence!" Xiao Shanwen said.

"Of course there are many things in the ten palaces. I looked at it and this time it was about ten, and the money has increased to twelve cents. It takes ten cents to send it to you. The money earned a lot of money!"

The staff exclaimed: "I heard that every time I publish it, there are about ten thousand copies and even if I can't get it, I have to copy and sell it. The next time I think the newspaper will cost 20,000 or 30,000 copies!"

After hearing his story, Xiao Shanwen smiled and took it over and sniffed it. The ink was full of fragrance. This was a special ink made by Changsha Palace. It is usually written for the government affairs hall and the six government offices. It is only lower than the emperor's ink, and it is also a rare ink in the world.

He spent several traffic on his daily life, which was too extravagant and was usually reluctant to use it.

"Call out the tribute?" Looking at the huge font as big as a fingernail, Xiao Shanwen was shocked and felt unbelievable. His eyes immediately gathered on it and could not separate.

After a while, he learned about the whole story of the article. He patted the table, his face turned red, and said excitedly:

"Your Majesty is really a saint king for the ages. Such a harsh rule is even more abominable than a fierce tiger. Every year, no less than hundreds of families will be destroyed because of it. It is really a waste of people and tigers to catch up with the ancient saint king. No, it is equivalent to it!"

"This is definitely a great good policy!" The aide also quickly exclaimed:

"As far as I know, our Jinling County, Jintan paper carved and wild mountain bamboo shoots are all tributes, and hundreds of stones are required every year, but the imperial palace only needs dozens of kilograms, and hundreds of people who lose their money every year!"

"What's the reason for asking for so much?" Xiao Shanwen said indignantly.

"He said that the journey is long and the transportation is a lot of losses, so we can't delay the cost of the palace, so we can't take it in many places, and we can't say it's wrong!"

The staff sighed: "Besides, this is the cost of the family. If we are not good, we are misled by the saints, this is a great bad thing! Now that we are dismissed, the people will suffer less!"

"It is still a saint who is wise and loves the people. This is a benevolent monarch!"

Xiao Shanwen felt that following such a wise and benevolent monarch is definitely the greatest luck in his life. He is full of passion and has a desire to recite poems and write ink.

"The county magistrate, the official newspaper also clearly stated that the use of corvee labor is now a constitution that local governments should not use it in absurd manner!"

"Hmm?" Xiao Shanwen hurriedly looked.

Sure enough, the emperor cherished the people's strength and required that the local corvee service should not exceed one month, and that it could only be employed with money and grain after autumn harvest to spring plowing.

"The Holy Lord of the Eternal One, the Holy Lord of the Eternal One-"

Holding the dibao tightly, Xiao Shanwen didn't think it was a difficult thing.

After all, Jinling County has money, and it is not troublesome to spend money to hire the people. He did not take this amount of money at all. However, judging from this matter, the emperor is indeed a benevolent monarch.

He calmed down, breathed a sigh of relief, and said:

"These two things are in one place. The people of Jiangning and Jiangxi are afraid that they will turn to us in an instant. The people's will, and we county magistrates, can also be smoother!"

"That's the reason!" said the staff member.

"The saints are extremely courageous and the benefits of local tribute are extremely great. But they are abandoned in an instant. It is difficult for ordinary kings to do this. If these newly incorporated places are moved by the scholars and the people, the name of a benevolent monarch will spread!"

...

Wuyue Kingdom, Hangzhou, Imperial Palace.

"The king of the country, the tribute salary to Tang State this year has been fully prepared!"

Prime Minister Yuan Dezhao, Hou stood up and said in a deep voice.

In front of him, Qian Chu, the king of Wuyue, was closing his eyes to rest, listening to his report, muttering Buddhist scriptures.
Chapter completed!