Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 131 Number Plate

  Fu Tinghan couldn't help laughing out loud, "You'd better slow down, you still have to ask Zhao Ming for a name."

   "How do you know he agreed?"

   "Seeing you come over so happily, I guess."

   "The guess is pretty accurate," Zhao Hanzhang said: "I originally wanted you to be the county magistrate, but your status is not suitable for walking to the front of the stage, so we all have to hold back temporarily."

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

   "Keep it for now and 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 and appease the hearts of the people.

The effect of Zhao Hanzhang coming out in person to appease is still very good. The people in the city saw that the rebel army had been driven away. Zhao Hanzhang brought so many people to live in the county government. I heard that even Zhao Ming from Zhao's Wubao came to fight for her. , suddenly his confidence increased, and he no longer thought about running out.

   Zhao Hanzhang did what he said. After roughly counting the number of surviving people in the city, he started to open the warehouse and put food.

Song Zhi and Chen Siniang, who came to report, had not had time to introduce themselves, so Fu Tinghan asked Qiu Wu to lead them to the relief point. Your task is to delineate the name of the relief food you will receive. Those over 14 are considered adults, the three-day ration for adults is two and a half catties, and those under fourteen are considered two catties."

   This is a booklet that Fu Tinghan asked people to check when he counted the list of survivors yesterday. For this reason, he also took a lot of paper from the county government and cut it to make a number plate.

   When I gave it, I told you that if there is any relief after that, I will get it with the number plate. If it is lost, I will 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 especially short of people who can read.

   It's no wonder that Zhao Hanzhang wanted to pull over when he saw a literate person.

Song Zhi went to the relief office with a booklet. There were four rows there. Besides the two of them, there were two other officials. They also had the booklet in their hands, and one of them was wearing a filial piety. Familiar, it took a long time to recognize, "Geng Rong?"

   The expressionless boy raised his head, saw Song Zhi, and then raised his hand to salute, "Song Liulang-kun."

  Song Zhi looked at the white hemp tied on his body and hesitated, "Your home..."

   "My father died in the city together with the county magistrate Fan."

  Song Zhi sighed and said, "My condolences and change."

   Geng Rong glanced at Chen Siniang, who was also wearing filial piety next to him, "You too."

   The four of them stood silently in front of the relief platform. Each of them was also given two parts, one beside them to weigh the food, the other to go to the front to maintain order, and let people line up according to the numbered section.

   "Number plates are on this side of the row from 1 to 500, the row from 500 to 1,000 is on this side, and the row from 1,000 to 1,500 is on the other side..."

  The vast majority of people are illiterate, but yesterday when they got the number plate, the man told them that many people remembered it, but some couldn't, so they went to the trilogy to read.

Where does the    part know, he can only lead him to the front to find Song Zhi and others for recognition.

  Song Zhi glanced at it and said, "Number five hundred and eighty-nine, in my row."

   So the trilogy took people back to line up again.

The relief office was in good order. Zhao Ming stood by and watched them find the names of people in the booklet against the number plate. Generally, the family is kept in one place, so one person can come and collect the number plates of other people in the family. It is also recorded that they are one household.

   Zhao Ming only thought that doing this was very orderly at first. Although it was a bit of a waste of pen and ink, it required less people than direct relief.

   But when he saw that the unregistered people ran to register because they could not receive the alms, he slowly recovered.

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

   Seeing Zhao Ming, the heads of each family were startled and hurriedly saluted.

   Zhao Ming smiled in return, walked to Zhao Hanzhang, lowered his voice and said, "Come here, I have something to tell you."

   Zhao Hanzhang raised his head and nodded at each family owner with a smile. He and Zhao Ming stepped aside and whispered, "You asked people to register for the purpose of checking hidden households?"

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

   Zhao Ming: "...I thought you didn't know, you won't be able to get relief food if you don't register, do you know how many hidden households will be found out?"

Zhao Hanzhang said: "Uncle, we have rules in Wubao. For those who come to seek refuge, the tenants who rent the farmland give the lowest rent in Xiping, and those who are not listed in the county government's pamphlet will pay the annual tax to Wubao. It’s less than what was given to the county government, but it’s different outside, those people who were quietly hiding didn’t pay much asylum money at first, but as they planted it, they would find that their fields were gone.”

"I'm short of people now, but to be honest, in today's troubled times, I can just let people go to Yingchuan or Luoyang and bring back a lot of people. I'm not going to compete with them for a while ."

   Zhao Ming's heart moved, "What are you fighting for?"

Zhao Hanzhang gave him an approving look and lowered his voice: "What do people rely on to live? Not on the ground? If I have land, I will naturally have people, and with people, I will naturally be able to protect the entire Zhaoshiwu Fort and Xiping. already."

   Zhao Ming: "If everyone knew about your sinister intentions..."

   "It's too late," Zhao Hanzhang said softly: "After today, there will be a lot of people who can't make it through to register, and it's useless for them to be dissatisfied. Isn't there still you behind me?"

  Zhao Ming: ...It's really sinister and intentional, he regrets coming here.

   Zhao Hanzhang reassured him, "Don't worry, as long as our Zhao family treats those tenants and hidden households kindly, they will not want to come to the county town to get relief food."

  The Zhao family is not poor. Anyone who died in battle, whether it was a troupe, a long-term worker, a tenant or a hidden family, all received pensions, and their family members were also taken care of.

   Zhao Ming asked: "How many days do you have enough food for you?"

   Zhao Hanzhang reassured him, "I have already thought about it. Each license plate can receive six days' worth of rations for free. After six days, I will pay for work."

  Six days was enough for her to find out the situation in Xiping County, and at the same time she was ready for deployment.

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

   Zhao Hanzhang urged, "Uncle, please write a letter to Luoyang, firstly to inform about Xiping, and secondly to set the county magistrate and the registrar."

  Zhao Ming took a deep look at her and nodded slightly. He turned his head to look at the various patriarchs 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 should go back to Wubao first. You can't be without you there."

   (end of this chapter)