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Fu Tinghan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "You'd better take it slow, you still have to beg Zhao Ming for your status."

"How do you know he agreed?"

"Looking at you coming over so happily, I guessed it."

"My guess is quite accurate," Zhao Hanzhang said: "I originally wanted you to be the county magistrate for me, but your status is not suitable for you to come to the stage at the moment, so we all have to shrink back for the time being."

Fu Tinghan held the booklet in his hand and gestured, "Then this..."

"Keep it for now, and we'll talk about it after a while." Zhao Hanzhang was very patient and didn't want to make people unhappy now.

The top priority is to save people and appease the people.

The effect of Zhao Hanzhang's personal appearance to appease him was quite good. The people in the city saw that the rebels had been driven away. Zhao Hanzhang brought so many people to live in the county government office. I heard that even Zhao Ming from Zhao's Wubao came to help her. , my confidence immediately doubled and I no longer thought about running out.

Zhao Hanzhang kept his promise, and after roughly counting the number of survivors in the city, he began to open a warehouse to release food. Everyone could receive three days' rations at a time.

Before Song Zhi and Chen Siniang who came to report could introduce themselves, Fu Tinghan directly asked Qiu Wu to take them to the relief point, "Everyone who registered yesterday had their number plate, and today they will use their number plate to receive the relief food. Your task is to draw the names of people who are going to receive relief food. People over the age of fourteen are considered adults, and their three-day ration is two and a half kilograms, and those under fourteen years old are counted as two kilograms."

This is the booklet Fu Tinghan asked yesterday when he compiled the list of survivors. For this purpose, he also took a lot of paper from the county government and cut it into number plates.

I told you when I gave it to you that if there is any relief in the future, you can get it based on your number plate. If you lose it, you can report it.

So he thought they should be very careful about their number plates.

It is also because of this that the county government is particularly short of people who can read. After all, whether it is counting survivors or distributing relief food, it needs to be checked.

No wonder Zhao Hanzhang wanted to draw a literate person to him when he saw him.

Song Zhi took a booklet to the relief office. There were four rows of people there. In addition to the two of them, there were two officials. They also held a booklet in their hands. One of them was wearing a filial piety. Song Zhi looked carefully and saw that some He looked familiar, and it took him a while to recognize him, "Geng Rong?"

The expressionless young man raised his head, saw Song Zhi, paused for a moment and then raised his hand to salute, "Mr. Song Liulang."

Song Zhi looked at the white linen tied around his body and hesitated, "In your home..."

"My father died in the city together with Magistrate Fan."

Song Zhi sighed and said: "I am sorry and accept the change."

Geng Rong glanced at Chen Siniang, who was also wearing a mourning hat next to him, "You guys too."

The four people stood silently in front of the relief platform. Each of them was assigned two steps, one beside them was responsible for weighing the food, and the other went to the front to maintain order and had people line up according to the section with the number plate.

"The rows with numbers from one to five hundred go here, the rows from five hundred to one thousand go to this row, the rows from one thousand to one thousand five go over there..."

Most people can't read, but the man told them when they got the number plate yesterday. Many people remembered it, but some couldn't, so they went to find Buqu to learn how to read.

Bu Qu didn't know, so he could only lead him to the front to identify Song Zhi and others.

Song Zhi took one look and said, "No. 589, please be in my row."

So Buqu took people back to line up.

The relief office was well organized. Zhao Ming stood aside and watched them compare the number plates to find the names of the people in the book. Generally, the whole family is placed in one place, so one person can come and collect the number plates of other people in the family. In the book, It is also recorded in the books that they were one household.

At first, Zhao Ming only thought that this was very orderly. Although it was a bit time-consuming, it still required fewer people than direct relief.

But when he saw people who had not been registered running to register because they could not receive relief food, he slowly came back to his senses.

Zhao Ming silently turned back to find Zhao Hanzhang. She was meeting with the heads of various families in the county. They reported the list of casualties in their families today. The most dead were their servants and long-term workers.

Seeing Zhao Ming, all the family heads were shocked and saluted quickly.

Zhao Ming returned the greeting with a smile, walked to Zhao Hanzhang, and lowered his voice: "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Zhao Hanzhang raised his head and smiled at the heads of each family and nodded. He and Zhao Ming stepped aside and whispered, "Are you asking people to register and create a register to check for hidden households?"

"Of course not," Zhao Hanzhang categorically denied: "Isn't the biggest hidden house in Xiping County our Zhao family? Why would I do such a thing?"

Zhao Ming: "...I thought you didn't know. If you don't register, you can't get relief food. Do you know how many hidden households will be found in this way?"

Zhao Hanzhang said: "Uncle, we have rules in Wubao. For those who come to seek refuge, the tenants who rent their fields will be given the lowest rent in Xiping. Those who are not on the county government rolls will have to pay taxes to Wubao every year." They are all less than what is given to the county government, but it is different outside. The people who are hiding quietly do not pay much in asylum fees at the beginning, but as they continue to plant, they will find that their fields are gone."

"I am short of people now, but to be honest, in today's troubled times, if I just ask people to go to Yingchuan or Luoyang and take them away, I can bring back a lot of people. I will not compete with them for a while in the hidden house. ."

Zhao Ming's heart moved, "Are you fighting for land?"

Zhao Hanzhang gave him an approving look and lowered his voice: "What do people live on? How else can they live on the land? If I have the land, I will naturally have people. If I have people, I will naturally be able to protect the entire Zhao family's Wubao and Xiping." ”

Zhao Ming: "If everyone knows your sinister intentions..."

"It's already too late," Zhao Hanzhang said softly: "After today, many people who can't survive will come to register. It's useless even if they are dissatisfied. Aren't you still behind me?"

Zhao Ming: ...It’s really sinister and he regrets coming here.

Zhao Hanzhang comforted him, "Don't worry, as long as our Zhao family treats those tenants and hermits well, they won't think twice about coming to the county to receive relief grains."

The Zhao family was not poor. All those who died in the war, whether they were servants, long-term workers, tenants or hermits, received pensions and their families were taken care of. They couldn't look down on the few kilograms of rice in the county.

Zhao Ming asked: "How many days will your food be enough to provide relief?"

Zhao Hanzhang reassured him, "I have thought about it. Each number plate can receive six days of free rations. After six days, I will work for relief."

Six days were enough for her to understand the situation in Xiping County and make arrangements at the same time.

Zhao Ming looked at her, "Are you so confident?"

Zhao Hanzhang urged, "Uncle, please write a letter to Luoyang, firstly to inform you about Xiping, and secondly to appoint the county magistrate and chief register."

Zhao Ming took a deep look at her and nodded slightly. He turned his head to look at the heads of various families standing not far away, and asked in a low voice: "Should I go back to Wubao first?"

Zhao Hanzhang nodded, "Leave the county town to me. Uncle, please go back to Wubao first. I can't leave you there either."