The peasant girl who escaped the desert: she cried when she found the cruel prince

Chapter 418 Do you think I am a sheep from Yangcun?
Jing Li dug out a miscellaneous book on the resettlement of refugees in ancient times, combined it with modern local policies, and after three days of deletion and deletion, handed it over to Dalang.

"You should look at it yourself first and sort it out. After three days, hand it over to Mr. Huan for study. After five days, give me a feasible plan!" Jing Li patted Dalang on the shoulder and said, "Young man, work hard, my sister is optimistic about you!"

The 17-year-old Dalang has lost his sense of youthfulness. More than a year of experience has given him the calmness of a young talent. Even so, he was still shocked when he received the entire Chang'an refugee disposal plan. A big jump.

"Sister, this is really not possible!" Last year, the arrangement in the village was only for a few dozen people. Now, faced with the arrangement of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, Dalang felt that he was completely floating.

Jing Li thought about it for a moment: "It's a bit too hard to leave you alone. I'll call Xiang Xiu to help you!"

Last year, Xiangxiu followed Jing Dafu to the county town to work as a clerk for a period of time. This girl grew up very quickly and started reading books on geography and people's livelihood. She was included in the management talent class that Jingli asked Huan Yuan to start.

With practical experience and theoretical knowledge, as well as Dalang, who was responsible for the planning, and Huan Yuan, the mentor, who was watching over him, Jing Li felt that this was totally worth giving it a try. As a young man, he had to give it to him. It takes a chance!

After staying up for several nights, Jing Li summoned shopkeeper Chu and gave her a beautiful spa treatment. She had just turned 18 and her great youth had just begun. She couldn't go through so much painstaking efforts that she would become an old woman. Mrs.

Dalang, who was about to stay up late, pulled his hair and went to his study room.

The original Hanmoxuan was now the property of the Jing family. Midu went to great lengths to combine the three-story bookstore of Hanmoxuan, the teahouse of related industries, and the Liushu Street where Wutuohai and the others lived. After entering the small courtyard three times and giving them to the Jing family, they also paid thousands of taels of silver as compensation, and then they redeemed Yanluo Zhuo.

Poor Wu Tuohai spent several years to accumulate all these assets so that his master could one day dominate the Central Plains, and he actually paid for his master's love. If he didn't feel unwilling to do so, it would be impossible.

It is said that when Hui Luozhuo left, he shouted at the city gate: "I will definitely come back again!"

Jingli laughed after hearing this, "You think I am a sheep from Yangcun, waiting for the big bad wolf to come back every day."

If Yan Luo Zhuo dared to come back again, she would dare to press down on Yan Luo Zhuo and ask the Niluo clan to send even their underwear to redeem the person. As long as she had the money to get it, she would not feel uncomfortable at all.

Today's people who work in Chang'an City all live in the courtyard on Willow Street. Many books have been placed there one after another. Tonight, Dalang will stay up late to read.

The next day, Jingli called all the main officials in Chang'an City responsible for the economy and people's livelihood, military deployment, and public security control.

When Tantai Lin left, he arranged for her to meet. So far, she has not done any specific work with them. The preliminary work is almost done, and it is time to start work.

Nearly 20 officials, big and small, came, the oldest was over 50, and the youngest was in his thirties. It was obvious that the old men in this room were not happy to listen to a girl under twenty.

She didn't use Tantai Lin's study room at the top of the Jingli conference room. This was a round table conference room she reopened by herself. They were arranged in order of seniority. Huan Yuan and Dalang sat on either side of her, one on the right and the other on the back. There is also Xiangxiu who is responsible for the minutes of the meeting.

It was the first time to participate in such a meeting, and a woman was asked to sit on top. Not to mention how suffocated these people were.

"Now the entire Chang'an City is under my control. I know that all of you are not convinced. If you are not convinced, just hold it in for now."

"Although I am a woman, I dare to say that I am more tolerant than you gentlemen. If we all work together, don't do those meandering things. If you think I am wrong or have done something inappropriately, Wherever you are, you are welcome to give us advice at any time.”

Jing Li sat domineeringly at the top, showing no signs of restraint like a woman: "Now, tell me about the current difficulties in Chang'an City? Who should be responsible?" The small court is now in Shu, so naturally it is here in Chang'an. It cannot be said that there are six departments, so Jingli divided the responsibilities of each department according to modern times.

As soon as Jingli opened her mouth to complain, the people below started to complain one after another.

"Stop, in order of official position, from the top down, each person is limited to one cup of tea. If you feel that you have not organized what to say, you might as well let the person behind you speak first!" Jing Li interrupted the noisy discussion. Noisy like a wet market.

Immediately, some people were unhappy: "Mother, this is an issue related to people's livelihood and the world. How can it be explained clearly with a cup of tea?"

"A woman is a woman. She thinks that affairs of government are like embroidery in the backyard, which can be accomplished with just one stitch!" After these words came out, the people who had just spoken fell silent, making this person appear so abruptly. out.

Dezi stood aside like an emotionless robot: "Dingming of Song Dynasty was 37 years old. He was formerly an academician in Puzhou. He was dismissed because of cheating in the county examination. He was rescued by his classmate, Bachelor Wei, and moved to Chang'an. He entered the university three years ago. Hanlin Academy.”

"After His Majesty's trip to Shu, the Hanlin Academy was deserted. At the end of last year, Mr. Qian of the Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry recommended him to be in charge of teaching in Chang'an!"

This Ministry of Agriculture and Forestry is equivalent to the Ministry of Household Affairs, and it is the six departments that Jingli suggested to Tantai Lin to reset.

Song Dingming was immediately stunned. He didn't expect that in just one sentence, he would become the target of public criticism, and his resume would be made clear to everyone.

At this moment, his face was flushed, but he did not want to bow to a woman. However, it was not like he had never heard anyone talk about this princess. She was a peasant girl, and any rules and regulations she had were all nonsense. .

It is said that this person is not much different from King Changling. They are both people who will use the knife if they disagree with each other.

Jing Li looked at Song Dingming quietly, her eyes cold and a little oppressive, which inexplicably made Song Dingming feel as cold as King Changling.

"Master Song, is it that you can't explain it clearly with a cup of tea? Or are you incapable of explaining it with a cup of tea?"

The woman's cold voice, in the silent conference room, was like a cold blade, instantly piercing everyone's heart, making people shudder.

Beads of sweat began to drip from Song Dingming's forehead, but he didn't dare to reach out to wipe it. He began to stare at Jing Li and slowly lowered his eyes.

Sitting next to Song Dingming was Zhong Wennuo, who was now in charge of the economy. This man was young and vigorous. When he saw a dignified bachelor being suppressed by a woman, he stood up angrily and said, "Princess, if you ask me to wait, I came here just to humiliate people like this!"

"With all due respect, you don't need to be like this. You have swords and soldiers in your hands, and you have two right-hand men, General Bai and General Zhu. Life and death are just a matter of words. There is no need to be so humiliating!"

Zhong Wenuo's words immediately attracted praise from many people. This was something they wanted to say but dared not say.

Jing Li looked around at everyone and then said leisurely: "Really? Do you really think this is humiliating people?"

(End of this chapter)