OBS Chapter 910 My hair can't withstand your mischief!
Chapter 910 My hair can't withstand your mischief!
Li Shanchang kept his eyelids drooping, not sparing Hu Weiyong even a glance.
Since arriving in Liaodong, Gou Ru hasn't learned anything else, but his ability to scheme and plot has improved dramatically.
The key issue is that relocating people is not so easy.
Not to mention that His Highness the Crown Prince had already said that the people should migrate voluntarily and that the court would no longer engage in forced migration.
Even if a forced relocation were to be carried out, with over ten million households and over seven hundred million people in the entire Ming Dynasty, who would be relocated and who wouldn't, where would the relocation begin, how would the journey be arranged, and how would they be settled after the relocation? These messy matters couldn't be resolved just by talking.
You, Hu Weiyong, are something else. You just open your mouth and want to relocate the people.
He's practically a carbon copy of Yang the Madman, completely disregarding the lives of the entire court.
Thinking of this, Li Shanchang couldn't help but glare at Yang Shaofeng again.
It's all because of Yang the Madman that the officialdom has become corrupt!
Zhu Biao couldn't help but glance at Yang Shaofeng.
Does it look familiar?
Does that sound familiar?
Brother-in-law, you used to complain about being poor, and now Hu Weiyong is doing the same thing.
You've really set a good example for the officials of the Ming Dynasty!
Yang Shaofeng, with a dark and sour face, first looked at Zhu Biao and Li Shanchang, and then at Hu Weiyong.
Why are you all staring at me like that?
What have I done?
What's with those looks you're giving me?
The four men stared at each other in silence for a while before Zhu Biao finally spoke up: "Let's go to the village and take a look first."
……
Sunjia Village, with only a dozen or so households, inexplicably ushered in an unprecedented period of wealth.
100 kilograms of rice.
100 jin of white flour.
Ten catties of lard.
Two chickens.
Two bolts of cloth.
Ten catties of wine.
Every household received these items.
"I have come to Liaodong on behalf of my father and the officials of the court to see everyone."
The black sesame glutinous rice ball once again transformed into that gentle and refined crown prince.
"These things are a small token of my appreciation."
"Whether it is my father, me, or the officials of the court, none of them have ever forgotten the people of Liaodong."
"I know that Liaodong is bitterly cold, and I also know that life is not easy for everyone in Liaodong."
Zhu Biao reached out and picked up the little child from the president's house, put him on his lap, and then casually stuffed a piece of rock candy into the child's mouth.
"However, I will try to get you some more seeds, farming tools, oxen, and the like."
"And my brother-in-law said that Dengzhou University will also try to get some new farm tools to help everyone solve the problems of waterlogged fields and towers."
"He also said that Liaodong is full of treasures, and once the roads are repaired, everyone's lives will gradually improve."
"..."
Yang Shaofeng was completely bewildered.
Why is it that you, the one who draws the picture of a cake, are the black sesame dumplings, but in the end, I, the official, have to make the cake?
Hu Weiyong is clearly the Provincial Governor of Liaodong, you bastard!
Zhu Biao certainly hadn't forgotten Hu Weiyong.
"To be honest, ever since I came to Liaodong, your Governor Hu has been complaining to me about being poor quite a bit."
"They say Liaodong is bitterly cold, that everyone's livelihood is difficult, and they keep pestering me to ask for benefits from everyone."
"..."
Hu Weiyong's face immediately lit up with a smile.
Your Highness has such a pleasant voice!
It wasn't for nothing that I endured thirty lashes!
Yang Shaofeng glanced at Hu Weiyong.
Tsk tsk, look at you, so worthless. A few words from Black Sesame Dumplings and you've turned into a charming little devil.
You should change your name. Don't call yourself Hu Weiyong anymore. Just call yourself Hu Qiaozui!
"I believe that with a provincial governor like Hu, everyone's lives will definitely get better gradually."
“Oh, speaking of things getting better, I can think of two ready examples.”
"You've all surely heard of Ningyang County and Dengzhou Prefecture, right?"
"..."
Meow meow meow?
Are you dragging me out for a stroll again?
“When my brother-in-law went to Ningyang to serve as the county magistrate, the first thing he did was to reclaim wasteland, and the second thing he did was to build roads.”
"I've been pondering this, in what ways is Liaodong inferior to Ningyang County?"
"If Ningyang County can reclaim wasteland, so can Liaodong."
"If Ningyang County can build roads, then Liaodong can too."
"Moreover, we have an advantage over Ningyang County, which is that we have ready-made examples to refer to, and we can also poach ready-made craftsmen from Ningyang."
"..."
Is this what they call moral blackmail?
First, put me in a position of power in front of the people, leaving me no room to back out.
You're really good at making black sesame dumplings!
While Yang Shaofeng was mentally ranting about how a certain black sesame dumpling was being so inhuman, he was also thinking about how to make things worse for the black sesame dumpling.
Otherwise, write a letter to Jin'er and Yu'er, asking them to visit the Duke of E's mansion more often, and also to chat with Ms. Chang.
Or should we just complain to Old Deng and say that the black sesame dumplings insist on making a fuss about sealing the wolf's lair, and that I can't persuade them to stop?
Seeing Yang Shaofeng's eyes darting around, Li Shanchang quickly coughed and whispered, "Um, didn't Hu Weiyong plan to copy your Ningyang County's system?"
Yang Shaofeng nodded, and Li Shanchang continued, "I have just thought about it and decided to have the officials of Liaodong and other departments prepare a plan for the next hundred years."
"This century-long plan should be broken down into twenty five-year plans."
"The last nineteen can be made a little vague, but the first five-year plan must be precise, with the time frame accurate to half a month, the funds accurate to the hundred-string level, and the grain accurate to the thousand-stone level."
Yang Shaofeng stared at Li Shanchang with a bewildered expression.
No.
Why are you telling me all this stuff?
Li Shanchang coughed, glanced at Zhu Biao, and said in a low voice, "If the Prince Consort has any plans, he should speak up as soon as possible, or wait until this plan is completed before speaking up. Just don't wait until the plan is halfway done."
My hair can't withstand your damage!
……
Zhu Biao's careless remarks nearly cost the local officials in Liaodong their lives, as well as the officials from various departments who had come to Liaodong with Li Shanchang.
Officials in Liaodong made plans on-site.
The officials brought by Li Shanchang conducted an on-site inspection.
Responsibility is directly assigned to specific individuals.
"There won't be any major changes in the officials in Liaodong within the next ten years."
"Within ten years, those who receive an excellent evaluation three times will be promoted. I guarantee you will be promoted at least two ranks."
"Of course, for every person who gets promoted, there will be someone who gets unlucky."
"Those who receive two poor evaluations will be demoted or directly dismissed from their posts."
"So don't try to fool people with a five-year plan that looks good but is impossible to achieve."
"Don't think that you can work hard for the first three years and then leave a mess behind."
"The same applies to the plans reviewed by various departments."
"No problems, everyone's happy."
"If a problem occurs, the person responsible will be held accountable."
"..."
The officials really wanted to tear Yang Shaofeng apart.
Five-year plan.
A century-long plan.
Annual year-end summary.
A work report every six months.
An assessment is conducted every three years.
Is this something a human being could do?