Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

From one to ten, the host was exhausted from talking.

The common people below the stage were also suffocating, but when they thought about being able to redeem their prizes soon, they勉强坚持了下来 (勉强坚持了下来 is kept as is because it is unclear what the author wants to convey, but it is kept to mean that they barely insisted to stay).

After learning, most people began to gesture in the air, practicing the characters they had just learned.

Even more people were傻乐 (傻乐 is kept as is because it is unclear what the author wants to convey, but it is kept to mean that they were foolishly happy), feeling that they could actually write, even if they didn't know many characters.

But how could ordinary people know how to write?

Many people didn't remember well and were afraid of missing the chance to win, so they started whispering to each other.

When Fang Zheng saw this, he quickly hinted for the host to take a break.

Always shouting so hoarsely, no normal person could stand it, even a storyteller who speaks all year round.

The host glanced at Fang Zheng gratefully and said loudly again: "Okay! I think everyone has some experience now, you can communicate and learn from each other."

"Now, let's have a performance to relax everyone, please listen to the poetry recitation."

"Long live the Emperor!"

"Author: Loyal Subject Sai."

After speaking, the host slowly retreated, and another performer took over, immediately launching into an emotional performance.

"Oh! Your Majesty, you are a ray of light in my life...."

"Spring nourishes all things, Your Majesty nourishes........"

Listening to the straightforward and cheesy words on the stage, the three Grand Secretaries all had black lines hanging down their foreheads.

The goodwill that had just risen towards Fang Zheng disappeared instantly.

Face! Where is your face!? Can a person really have no shame at all?

The three old men couldn't help but want to仰天长啸 (仰天长啸 is kept as is because it is unclear what the author wants to convey, but it is kept to mean that they wanted to howl at the sky), cursing this beast, who really used all means to achieve his goals, with no bottom line and no integrity as a scholar!

Of course, the instigator didn't care about this at all.

Everything is for the people!

A thousand wears, ten thousand wears, flattery never wears out. As long as I, Fang Zheng, flatter every day, day after day, one day I will be able to transform into Pavlov.

If I can teach the Emperor to smile when he hears me speak, then I can do whatever I want!

I ask, who in the world doesn't like to wear a tall hat? Moreover, how can the ancient people resist my, Fang Zheng's, advanced 21st-century workplace experience!?

Heh heh, what Half-Mountain Square is just a stage for me, Fang Zheng, to display my talents.

"Hey! Look, Fang Zheng is over there!" Zheng Qiao suddenly spotted Fang Zheng in the crowd and pointed.

Zhang Dongxiang immediately glared: "Damn it...."

He rolled up his sleeves and rushed towards Fang Zheng, the other two quickly following.

Zhang Dongxiang angrily pushed through the crowd and walked straight towards Fang Zheng, reaching out to grab Fang Zheng's collar.

Suddenly, a burly man with a murderous look blocked him.

Zhang Dongxiang讪讪的 (讪讪的 is kept as is because it is unclear what the author wants to convey, but it is kept to mean that he awkwardly) lowered his hand, and Li Yansong and Zheng Qiao were also慌得不行 (慌得不行 is kept as is because it is unclear what the author wants to convey, but it is kept to mean that they were panicking so much).

Fang Zheng saw Zhang Biao suddenly flash behind him, so he turned around and took a look.

This look made him laugh: "Oh, the three seniors are here too? Zhang Biao, we're on the same side, quickly step aside."

Li Yansong and the other two quickly hid the lottery tickets in their hands behind their backs, and said with a straight face: "Well, just taking a look!"

"Where is... where is Young Master Li?"

Hearing his question, Fang Zheng also wondered, Li Yuanzhao has been having a crazy time these past few days, curious about everything, and seems to have a special liking for fines.

Although he is fined only a dozen or twenty coins each time he is caught, he still enjoys it.

Even later, there were very few people in the street who urinated or defecated indiscriminately. This guy chased after people who seemed to be holding it in, whistling, which Fang Zheng despised.

Today, because there were many people, and most of them gathered in the square, Fang Zheng specially ordered the night soil workers to work earlier and clean up the latrines in the neighborhood.

In the past, these tasks were done in the early morning, Li Yuanzhao heard about it and was curious about how the night soil workers worked, so he ran to watch them carry night soil.

It stands to reason that he should have returned long ago.... He hasn't returned at this point, could he have fallen into the cesspool!?

But there shouldn't be any problems, he has several guards assigned to him, so there shouldn't be any problems.

He's probably just having too much fun. People of this age have strong hands-on abilities. Maybe he went up to scoop out the dung himself.... After all, the Prince has a way with playing with poop.

Fang Zheng said: "Young Master Li has gone out to play and may come over later."

"What brings the three seniors here today?"

Zhang Dongxiang couldn't wait to jump out, pointing at the stage with a flushed face and saying: "Fang Zheng, I think you have some talent, why are you so shameless!"

Fang Zheng glanced at the stage, shrugged, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, I just said what others wanted to say but didn't dare to say."

"Why should I become the way you like, go against His Majesty, say some honest but unpleasant words, and make His Majesty unhappy? Then collude with some mediocre officials?"

"What a joke! I, Fang Zheng, only care about the results, not the process. It's all for the people. Three seniors, am I right?"

The three were silent. To some extent, what Fang Zheng said was right.

After all, they are all in the same circle, and it is inevitable that they have the urge to舔 (舔 is kept as is because it is unclear what the author wants to convey, but it is kept to mean to lick) , but isn't it a bit too much to舔 (舔 is kept as is because it is unclear what the author wants to convey, but it is kept to mean to lick) so blatantly?

But considering that you are capable, I will spare you this time!

Li Yansong asked curiously: "How did you think of teaching the common people these strange numbers? You could use some other characters to replace them. Your method is refreshing, but it's not as good as teaching some benevolence, righteousness, and morality, the words of the sages!"

Fang Zheng asked back: "Can the words of the sages be eaten?"

"You!!" The three glared at him immediately. It's okay if you don't have integrity, but you don't even want the identity of a scholar?

Fang Zheng was too lazy to argue with them, waved his hand, and said: "There's no other reason, isn't this simple and easy to learn! This group of people has never attended elementary school, what words of the sages are they going to read? Are you going to draw a lottery or not? Can they learn it in a short time?"

The three讪笑 (讪笑 is kept as is because it is unclear what the author wants to convey, but it is kept to mean that they awkwardly laughed) twice and didn't speak, admitting that he was right.

In a moment of impatience, they forgot that the common people basically hadn't read books.

Numbers are very important. Although the common people are illiterate, it doesn't mean they don't know how to count. They are more shrewd than anyone else when buying vegetables in the market.

The more important reason why Fang Zheng chose numbers is this.

After the common people know the basic numbers and number rules, they can set price tags in the market.

Nowadays, market transactions, the price of goods is all up to the common people's one-mouth price, and then bargaining.

It can be said that the whole process is not transparent.

What Fang Zheng likes most is starting from small things, low cost, high return.

If the vast majority of the common people know numbers, he can start to forcibly order the setting of price tags on goods in the market.

In this way, the common people can compare prices when buying things, and the competition between merchants will be more intense, and the common people will benefit from it.

Clear and transparent prices often lead to better circulation of goods.

Seeing the three old men standing there傻傻的 (傻傻的 is kept as is because it is unclear what the author wants to convey, but it is kept to mean that they foolishly) without saying anything, Fang Zheng enthusiastically took out three strips of paper from his sleeve.

"Come, come, come! Three seniors, everyone who comes to the lottery today gets a share. I also have lottery tickets here, let's play together."

Then, without saying a word, he grabbed Zhang Dongxiang's hand and slapped the lottery ticket in his hand. Fang Zheng had sharp eyes and saw another lottery ticket in the palm of his hand at a glance.

He said jokingly: "Oh! So the seniors already have them! Then I'm really sorry."

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