Different from Gaoyou, all the policies of Pingjiang were changed by Lin Yuan slowly and subtly. He is used to calling a group of people over to discuss matters, and then choose to adopt the opinions that suit his own heart. This will not look like a dictatorship, but in fact Still a dictatorship, it just came out of another person's mouth.
Lin Yuan now finally understands why the person above will not listen to the opinion of the person below.
The eyes of the people at the bottom are easily limited to one-third of an acre of land. There are only a few people who have an overall view. Everyone has a mouth, has his own reasons, and has the right to fight for it.
If you really want to achieve results, you have to think in one place, work hard in one place, and perform their duties without asking too many questions, so that things can be done quickly and beautifully.
Lin Yuan knew that he was walking on a very dangerous road. Once he made a mistake, the people who would pay for his mistakes would be the people who didn't know anything, but he also knew that he had to take such a road, and he must also A firm belief that you are on the right path.
Recently, Lin Yuan has become more and more taciturn. The more he thinks about it, the more he thinks, the more his feelings will change.
Song Shizhao faced Lin Yuan every day, and his feeling was the sharpest. In Song Shizhao's words, Lin Yuan was "introverted".
"In the past, you were like a knife. Although it was sharp, it was also fragile." Song Shizhao said while pouring tea for Lin Yuan, "Now you have a scabbard."
After washing away the impetuousness, Lin Yuan became more and more calm.
Lin Yuan took a serious look at Song Shizhao. He hadn't looked at people so seriously for a long time. Is Song Shizhao so old
"Thank you sir for these years." Lin Yuan said seriously.
Song Shizhao has also changed recently, his temper has improved, and Lin Yuan can feel it. Last year, Song Shizhao was not as kind as this year. At that time, he probably regarded everyone as an imaginary enemy. Tear it up, leaving only one useful for him.
But Song Shizhao's loyalty is beyond doubt.
Lin Yuan took the tea handed over by Song Shizhao, and the ruler and minister sat by the window drinking each other. There was a square table under the window sill with a chessboard on top. Lin Yuan had recently become fascinated with Go and played it occasionally.
Song Shizhao put down Heizi and said without raising his head, "The north has been settled. Whether it's the imperial court or anything else, there has been no trouble in the past few years, but not in the south. Several forces are eyeing it."
Lin Yuan nodded, dropped Bai Zi, and the two sides competed, back and forth.
Song Shizhao said with a smile: "Your chess skills have become more and more superb. Given time, it may be difficult to find an opponent."
Lin Yuan laughed out loud: "This flattery is beautiful."
Song Shizhao also laughed.
Song Shizhao sighed: "I just don't know when that Xiaoming Wang will be able to communicate with Liu Futong..."
Most of the rebels in this world have the name of the Red Turban Army. Where did the Red Turban Army come from? From the White Lotus Sect, who is the orthodox of the Red Turban Army? Of course, it is King Xiaoming. Although Han Shantong is dead, his father and son will continue, and King Xiaoming is the continuation of the orthodoxy. Even if Liu Futong now holds the right to speak to the regime represented by King Xiaoming, he would not dare to kill Queen Xiaoming and take the throne.
The reason is simple, even the so-called orthodox can kill it if you say it, so he is not orthodox, isn't he more capable of killing
Just like the Yuan Dynasty, after the first rebellion appeared, the subsequent rebellions emerged one after another.
If Liu Futong himself set an example of killing the monarch, there will be many people who want to replace him.
In addition, there is another point that Liu Futong also suffered resistance, and some of the people who followed Xiao Ming Wang should also be for Han Shantong and the so-called orthodoxy.
Once King Xiaoming falls, the Red Turban Army will no longer be a "famous teacher". Although those who hold power will not let go of their authority, the people do not understand this. At least in a short period of time, the Red Turban Army will suffer heavy losses.
That's their chance.
The more Song Shizhao thought about it, the more he wanted to rush to Liu Futong or King Xiao Ming and tell them to kill each other.
As long as he can get past, he will definitely encourage the ambition of one of them and ask them to fight the other side to death!
Why! If it weren't for the fact that there were too many things in Pingjiang at that time, he would have left by himself, why would he have called An Laosi to go
Song Shizhao lowered his head, it seemed that the matter should be assigned, he suppressed the people below him to prevent them from coming forward, and when there was really something that needed to be done, the next one could not bring it up.
Lin Yuan looked at Song Shizhao's expression, knew what he was thinking, and gloated: "Now you know that one person can't do everything?"
Song Shizhao shyly said with an old face: "That's also your distressed minister."
Lin Yuan also said seriously: "Then don't be spoiled."
Song Shizhao was also excited: "Hey, this gentleman's heart is like an untouchable wind, and the minister is old, and the color of the flowers and plants outside is not as good as that of the flowers and plants outside. If you don't use any means, how can you keep your heart?"
Lin Yuan took a sip of tea and was as still as a mountain: "You wish you were the only person in the world who could use it, but you are at this age, so you have to combine work and rest, otherwise you will get tired and lie down, People will not jump out yet, when I use it, you will be jealous again."
Song Shizhao suddenly stopped talking.
Lin Yuan's joke fell to his heart when he heard it, and his nose was a little sore.
He found that Lin Yuan had really been accommodating him and loving him all the time. He occupied the seat next to him. It wasn't that Lin Yuan didn't know it, he just let him go.
This is called Song Shizhao's emotional agitation, and it is difficult to calm down.
Lin Yuan asked him, "Do you have anyone under your command who can be used now?"
Song Shizhao didn't hide it this time, and said: "I've seen them all, some can only be small officials, and I have found them alive, but there are some good ones, but they are too tough and need to be polished. ."
Lin Yuan nodded, and he suddenly said, "I remember a man named Zheng Qingfeng, how is he?"
"A person who has been frustrated for half his life." There was a little pity in Song Shizhao's eyes, but this pity was nothing, "It's enough to be a civil servant."
"It's a clean official."
Lin Yuan: "That's fine, just need a district chief."
Pingjiang re-planned administrative units, village heads, town heads, county heads, district heads and mayors.
As for Lin Yuan, he still does not have a clear political title. Everyone calls him Lord, and the common people call him Nan Bodhisattva.
Although ambiguous, it's not a bad thing either.
Song Shizhao also agreed.
According to Song Shizhao's words: "Even if your lord has not yet become an emperor, what you hold in your hand is already imperial power. As long as you have power, the title is nothing."
The district mayor seems to have little power, but in fact he is half a prefect. The mayor looks big, but his power is divided.
In general, the mayor has more real power than the mayor, but the mayor has the power to supervise.
"Zheng Qingfeng is also considered lucky." Song Shizhao thought to himself, if it were another person, who would use such a minister? Just what he did in the past was enough for him to be left out to death.
Lin Yuan left his last son: "The people in your hands, find a seat for them as soon as possible, and make the best use of them, otherwise the food will be wasted."
Song Shizhao responded quickly, "Yes."
"And Wu Changqing." Lin Yuan showed no expression, "Go and beat him, so that he doesn't have a big heart."
Song Shizhao lowered his head with a smile on the corner of his mouth.
Wu Changqing was unlucky, but he was happy!
Wu Changqing is talented, but he also has disadvantages. Lin Yuan uses him because of his talents, and he can't believe him because of his disadvantages.
He has the common problem that ordinary scholars have, loves power, and also has the common problem that all the ministers have, loves to play with power.
Now that Wu Changqing has a certain reputation among scholars, he is eager to fight Song Shizhao in the ring.
And Lin Yuan was not willing to help him.
To be precise, Wu Changqing's place in his heart is not as important as Song Shizhao's.
He can be sure that Song Shizhao will not betray him no matter what the situation is, even if he dies, as long as he still has his bloodline alive, Song Shizhao will be loyal to his bloodline.
He was not sure whether Wu Changqing could do it.
Besides, Song Shizhao only has one, but Wu Changqing has ten million.
Without Wu Changqing, he would feel sorry for him at most, and he would forget about the gifts to his family during the New Year and festivals.
But without Song Shizhao, he may have a headache for a long time, and he may never find a successor again.
Song Shizhao took his last sip of tea and said to Lin Yuan, "Your Excellency is going to beat him, why don't you bring one up from him? Don't those scholars go for this?"
Lin Yuan raised his eyebrows: "Sir, someone has been chosen."
He is sure, not in doubt.
Song Shizhao lowered his head and said humbly, "Just read and ask more, and share the worries for my lord."
Lin Yuan didn't fight him verbally either: "Tao come."
Song Shizhao: "There is a man in his house now. His surname is Yang and his name is Yang Shaocheng. I don't know how he is, but he used to be a master. He has handled a lot of cases.
Lin Yuan thought for a while: "Tell him to do justice."
Management is a new name. It was practiced in Gaoyou, and it was actually a judge. Lin Yuan divided the power. Different departments managed different things, and the power of individuals would be reduced, although he was not sure if doing so would be better than before. Better, but not worse.
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"He's so bold!" Wu Changqing fell to his knees in anger, "I can treat him well!"
Wu Changqing's eldest son looked at his father's face, and hurriedly went over to take his breath: "Father, don't get angry, people like him were originally here for this."
Wu Changqing slapped the table with anger, his blue veins exposed: "Yang Shaocheng! Despicable villain, shameless!"
The eldest son didn't dare to speak. His father was the oldest in his family. No one could speak when his father was there.
"I am angry! I am angry!" Wu Changqing clutched his stomach, his stomach hurts with anger, "I shouldn't have kept him in the house!"
The former guests climbed to the sky at once, and they stepped on the ladder of his, and sent them away with a smile on their faces. Without outsiders, this anger was finally vented.
He probably didn't know what was going on above.
But he couldn't hate Lin Yuan, he could only hate Yang Shaocheng.