Please Do Not Disturb My Cultivation

As for the collected grain, he can return it in various names, which is a good thing that kills multiple birds with one stone.

In the eyes of people who really do things.

If you can do a good thing smoothly and smoothly, you are already an excellent official.

If a good thing can be done continuously and prosperously, then it can be called a virtue.

If one good deed can be accomplished into many good deeds that continue to prosper, then one is a great talent in the world.

Although Lin Wen is a bastard who doesn't do anything, he understands the truth, and can only sigh, Wolong is really a great talent.

Because more than 9,000 people came, Shangxi Town became very angry. Lin Wen didn't bother Zhao Minggong, but smeared a few lumps of mud on his face, tore off his clothes, and mixed into it.

Zhao Minggong explained in detail the specific implementation guidelines of the "Shangxi Town Land Reclamation Measures" to the backbone of the Democratic Party on the fountain square in the center of the town. The surrounding area was full of farmers and Democratic Party cadres who came and went. They were cleaning and repairing their newly assigned homes full of hope for the future.

The allocation is flexible, if you are not satisfied, you can change it, but you cannot choose infinitely.

The better ones are more expensive, and the poor ones are cheaper. Everyone has a scale in their hearts, and most of them can choose the ones that suit them, and they won’t be jealous because other people’s ones are better. After all, his ones are also expensive, right?

There is room, but not too much, which is Zhao Minggong's consistent principle of doing things.

The valuation of the house is done by the cadres of the Democratic Party, which is quite fair. This has another advantage. If there are people who fled famine in the future, the government can compensate them according to the price, which saves a lot of tangled troubles.

The Department of Civil Affairs also sent staff to register or change property rights, and keep a backup for future needs.

Lin Wen drove the [Wang Qi Guan Ren] around, but found no suspicious candidates, and there was no high point near here, and the conditions for sniping from a distance did not exist.

Then, there should be no assassin, but he was too worried.

That's right, he is the key person, he did all the things to incite hatred, and the assassination should only happen to him.

Thinking of this, the big stone in my heart was put down.

Lin Wen came to stand beside Zhao Minggong for a while, and then three cadres came to him in succession to ask him if the house had been allocated.

Lin Wen nodded and was about to register, shook his head and was about to be dragged to see the house, so he had to pretend to be deaf and dumb. Unexpectedly, after a while, several experts from the Democratic Party surrounded him.

Lin Wen was about to explain, but they had already identified him as a spy, so they rushed forward.

Lin Wen dodged sideways, and seeing the backs of the three of them's necks exposed, instinctively activated, and subconsciously gave each of them a slap, but without any effort, they fell down and shouted on the ground: "There are spies! There are spies! Protect Mr. Zhao!"

With a whoosh, the people around him ran away, and a large group of backbones jumped up, protecting Zhao Minggong behind him. A few powerful men were about to charge up. Lin Wen hurriedly wiped the mud off his face, and shouted: "Misunderstanding, it is a misunderstanding!"

Zhao Minggong in the crowd said in surprise: "Mr. Lin, why are you here?"

There was a bang in the crowd, as if the name had a strange magic power.

Lin Wen scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "I'm just visiting in private."

Most people here have never seen the real Sheriff Lin, but his reputation has long been heard. When they heard that Sheriff Lin had come, a large group of people surrounded him with fiery eyes.

When Lin Wenzheng didn't know how to speak, someone suddenly shouted in the crowd: "County Lin is dead!"

A group of people turned their heads and stared angrily. The person's face flushed red and he stammered: "I, I, I want to say that Sheriff Lin will live forever."

"Fart!" A fiery red-haired woman jumped over and slapped him on the back of the head: "You can't talk, don't say it."

The man said angrily: "Red Fox, don't keep beating me on the head! Why can't I speak anymore? What's wrong with eternal existence?"

The red fox crossed his hips and stared angrily: "Okay, pheasant, you have learned to talk back, tell me where you saw it last forever?"

Pheasant's momentum suddenly weakened: "When a respected old gentleman passed away, it was written on his mourning hall... Ouch, don't hit me!"

The red fox cursed: "Fart, it was written in your mourning hall, I wrote it for you myself."

The crowd roared with laughter, and the inside and outside were full of joy. Lin Wen also laughed and said, "If I die, I don't need anything else, just give me a sticker that lasts forever."

The red fox was very angry, and chased the pheasant and beat it fiercely, driving the latter to the ground.

Lin Wen hurriedly said: "I just came to check on the situation. Everyone is working normally. Don't let me interfere with the order."

Only then did the crowd reluctantly disperse, Yan Yan walked up to the three people who first discovered Lin Wen, and patted their shoulders: "The acting skills are good, why didn't you notice it before?"

The three looked at each other, not knowing what the rock was talking about.

Lin Wen came to Zhao Minggong's side and said with a smile, "Go ahead, I'm just listening."

Zhao Minggong also smiled and said: "That's just right, if there is anything wrong, please ask Lin Junchang to correct it."

He turned his head, waited for the backbone of the Democratic Party to sit down again, and continued: "As I said just now, land reclamation must be well planned. You can't reclaim one area in the east and the other in the west. You can't just reclaim the good and not the bad. Today and tomorrow, you should quickly clear the land and divide the land into equal pieces, leaving aside water conservancy channels and roads."

Lin Wen nodded slightly. As expected of Wolong, he only mentioned one direction, and Wolong could fill in all the details.

The key members of the Democratic Party below all lowered their heads and wrote down Zhao Minggong's words in their notes seriously, with a rustling sound.

Zhao Minggong continued: "The reclamation of wasteland is a contract system. The principle is to contract as much land as you can. If you don't do the contract, that's not okay. You will have to be punished. You must agree with the villagers in advance about this. Some land is particularly difficult to cultivate, and you should also be given help or compensation. If someone has a special reason, such as illness, you can also give some help. This needs to be adjusted by you."

Lin Wen was not going to speak at first, but he suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly said: "I would like to add a suggestion. You can set up a farmers' association and come up with a set of rules and regulations to deal with these public affairs, so as not to always ask individual people to donate for free."

Zhao Minggong clapped his hands and said, "That's right! I think this idea is very good. Apart from helping each other, the construction of water conservancy is also a big project. There are no rules and regulations, and many things are a mess. I agree with this peasant association."

The backbone of the Democratic Party looked at each other, still unable to understand the purpose of the peasant association, Zhao Minggong began to explain in detail, from ensuring order, maintaining fairness, mobilizing enthusiasm, uniting farmers' strength, resisting unfair exploitation, and so on.

Lin Wen didn't expect that he would only mention the peasant association. Zhao Minggong could think of so many things at once, and Lin Wen couldn't even understand many of the things he said later, but Zhao Minggong added a sentence at the end: "As expected of County Chief Lin, he has deep thoughts and insight into everything. In fact, I just added some details."

So everyone applauded Lin Wen together. Fortunately, Lin Wen had a thick skin, otherwise he would definitely fall into the cracks of the ground on the spot.

After dealing with the affairs of Shangxi Town, Lin Wen prepared to return with Zhao Minggong. Several backbones of the Democratic Party came to see them off. They talked and laughed along the way. Everyone was full of longing for the future and eagerly hoped to bring more people here.

Zhao Minggong smiled and said: "Don't worry, you have settled down and straightened things out before you can accept the people behind. The conditions in Shangxi Town are actually quite good. There are many places, and there are water sources up and down, left and right. The land can't be said to be fertile, but it is also within the arable range. As long as the water conservancy and other public facilities are repaired, the output will definitely not be less. The only thing is the lack of people."

At this time, the evening was approaching, the sun was setting, and the red sunset glow was burning in the sky, like their fiery future.

A female cadre suddenly sighed: "It would be great if there were more officials like Sheriff Lin in the empire."

Rock sneered and said, "Then the empire can be renamed Paradise on Earth."

Lin Wen corrected the wording: "I think it's a fairyland on earth."

Rock scratched his head, he didn't understand the difference, but he still said: "Sheriff Lin is right."

Just as Lin Wen wanted to forcefully explain, suddenly, there was a strange numbness in his body, followed by a huge tingling sensation in the back of his heart.