Han Xiang

Chapter 77
Long Xiang told the statistical content one after another, and everyone in the hall began to whisper to each other.

"what happened?"

Long Xiang stopped halfway.

Feng Zhong, on behalf of the generals, complained to Long Xiang with vain eyes:

"The soldiers can barely read, let alone write. It's easy for them to inquire, but I'm afraid they won't be able to remember so much."

"That's right."

Long Xiang remembered that in this era, illiteracy was common, and the people at the bottom hardly had the conditions to study, but it was not enough to manage management with just a mouth.

After thinking for a while, Long Xiang compromised: "Then first count the population and age, there are two column leaders under the fire chief, use them as well.

After sorting and summarizing, report those who can farm and fight in a concise manner. In addition, if there are those who can read and write, they will be selected and written with me. "

Long Xiang believes that managing Hefei is no different from managing projects. He only needs to make overall arrangements and coordinate, and let his helpers implement specific matters.

If you are as meticulous as Zhuge Liang, you may end up exhausted and unable to do well.

Feng Zhong quickly cupped his fists and reminded: "Yun Qi, don't be too optimistic. How can anyone in Guizhou head study? I don't think you can find one in the whole city. I know you want to manage Hefei well, but there are not many people now. In fact, you don't need paperwork." It doesn't matter, let's not make things complicated."

"I'm being careless." Long Xiang shook his head to himself.

"The last general used to be an adjutant to General Hao, and he could barely read and write some characters. If he never gives up, the last general is willing to share his worries with Quhou."

After Cao Xing came to Hefei, he realized that Long Xiang had set up such a big game. If he wanted to stand out from the crowd, he had to have special skills.

Now that Long Xiang needed documents, Cao Xing stood up decisively and asked for a job.

Long Xiang felt slightly comforted, nodded affirmatively, "Very good."

"inappropriate."

Feng Zhong suddenly objected, and all the generals looked at him in unison.

Cao Xing even had question marks on his face, thinking that even if you exclude me as an outsider, you don't have to be so obvious, right?
"No, I'm not saying that it's inappropriate for Chief Cao to share his worries." After Feng Zhong hurriedly denied it, he explained loudly:
"What I mean is that Yun Qi's title Quhou is wrong. We have separated from Yuan Shu now. Even if Chief Cao doesn't want to call Yun Qi the lord, he should use a general or other honorifics instead."

"My lord? That's good, I'll call it that from now on." Tang Jue immediately stood up and echoed.

Long Xiang finally understood what Feng Zhong meant. It turned out that he was setting up rules for Cao Xing, and even more so, setting up a tall personality for himself.

Long Xiang didn't want to be the first bird, so he interrupted: "Uncle Zhong, Uncle Xi, don't do this, you are all my elders, how can my nephew He De be the lord? Don't mention it again."

Tang Jue frowned and retorted: "Why does Yun Qi have to be self-effacing? Then Yuan Shu dares to be the emperor, so what's the big deal about you being the master?"

"Uncle Xi said carefully, Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor against the sky, do you think he is having a better life now? Don't put me on the fire."

hiss.
Tang Jue took it seriously, and immediately nodded and stood beside Long Xiang.

"Yun Qi is right. It's right for us not to make a name for ourselves, but what Old Feng said is also true. It's really inappropriate to call you Quhou, and it doesn't fit your current status at all."

Long Xiang walked around in place, and suddenly had an idea.

"I used to be Yuan Shu's army Sima, how about everyone still calling me Sima?"

"Just barely."

Tang Yu scratched his head, looked at Feng Zhong and asked, "What do you think?"

Feng Zhong stroked his beard and nodded: "It's okay."

Long Xiang immediately made a final decision.

"Then it's settled. I will still lead the army as Sima, Uncle Zhong, Bo Bo, and Cao Xing will be Marquis Qu, and the ranks of the rest of the generals will remain unchanged for the time being."

"Wei." All the generals responded in unison.

Long Xiang nodded in satisfaction, and then assigned tasks to everyone.

Because apart from Long Xiang, Cao Xing was the only cultural person left in Hefei, so he did his part to become the chief secretary of Sima.

Cao Xing's first job is to be in charge of data statistics to provide data support for Hefei's future development. The remaining Feng Zhong and Tang Yu are in charge of the people and the army.

Dozens of other officials, team leaders, and fire leaders fully cooperated with the work of the three Quhous.

It was nearly dusk when Long Xiang finished deploying everything. Looking at the backs of the officers walking out of the hall one after another, he lamented that this grass-roots team has been formed.

Feng Zhong looked at the sky outside the hall, and said to Long Xiang and the others:

"It's almost time for dinner, let's all go too. The soldiers have divided their houses, and now each house starts fire by itself. No one cooks here in the Hou's mansion. You all come to my house to eat."

Long Xiang looked at Cao Xing and thought for a while, then asked Feng Zhong: "I remember that there are more than 20 single soldiers, how can we solve their meals?"

"Yun Qi, don't worry, our rations are distributed according to the head, and we will arrange a few restaurants for them to eat."

After Feng Zhong finished answering, he apologized to Cao Xing: "Director Cao, don't misunderstand, I didn't target you just now, you will also come to my house for dinner in the future."

"That's annoying."

Cao Xing originally thought that Feng Zhong was making a fuss out of a molehill, but now seeing Feng Zhong's open-mindedness and selflessness, the uncomfortable little knot in his heart was instantly relieved.

Several people then rode horses and followed Feng Zhong to the southwest. Taking advantage of the light of the setting sun, Long Xiang observed the scenery in the city while walking.

After a while, we arrived at the settlement of the residents, and the smoke from the cooking was mixed with the smell of rice and drifted in the wind.

Feng Zhong's home is an ordinary folk house. There are four people in the house including his mother, wife and children. There are only some simple furniture in the house.

The cooked rice has been placed on the table, steaming in the basin, and clean bowls are stacked next to it.

Everyone scooped up water and cleaned their hands and returned to the main room. Feng Zhong pointed to the wooden rice bowl very enthusiastically.

"Come, come, today I asked my wife to cook more. You have traveled such a long way, you must have a good meal, and if you don't have enough, you can fill it up yourself."

Tang Jue stepped forward and joked: "I have been in the army for so many years, and I haven't eaten a small stove for a long time. Let me try my sister-in-law's cooking."

"Old Tang, stop joking. What skills do you need to steam rice? It's a pity that the weather is getting colder now, and there are no vegetables and fruits available. If you came a few months earlier, you would have vegetables to eat, and a few people are raising chickens to lay eggs. I am not good either." Forcibly asking for it, the wine is gone." Feng Zhong shook his head and sighed.

Tang Xi smiled: "Actually, cooking is also a skill test. You also know that the meals in the camp are sometimes undercooked."

Long Xiang suddenly said with a serious face: "Don't worry, as long as we can defend Hefei City, everyone's life will be better. Try to make every family eat meat, I promise."

"We believe in you, and I'll add to the meal."

After Tang Xi finished speaking, he scooped up a bowl full for Long Xiang.

After a while, the room was dark.

Long Xiang and the others took their rice bowls outside the door and took advantage of the last daylight to eat.

Feng Zhong was afraid of exposing traces of life in Hefei, so he asked every household to turn on less lights at night and go to bed earlier.

Long Xiang stood outside the door and looked around, and found that the people were really obedient, almost no one was lighting a lamp.

"Yun Qi is really different, he also likes to use chopsticks when eating."

Feng Zhong and Long Xiang haven't seen each other for a long time, and when they saw each other using chopsticks to eat rice, they couldn't help but praise this feature.

At that time, chopsticks were only used to pick up vegetables, and when eating rice, they were rolled up in the hand and delivered to the mouth.

Long Xiang couldn't accept Ah San's style of dining, and seeing Feng Zhong and the others eating happily, he suddenly smelled a very familiar smell.

It smells like shit?Didn't you wash your hands?Or did the group fan use the wrong hand?

(End of this chapter)