Wei and Jin Cooks

   Chapter 416 Preferential Treatment of Talents

  As soon as he entered the door, Zhao Hanzhang exhaled and instructed Zhao Channel: "Bring the current map of Zhuangzili, and then call the stewards. I have something to order."

   Zhao Tong bowed his head and responded, "Yes."

   Zhao Tong asked people to inform the stewards, and he personally went to get Zhuangzi's map. This map was very important and was jointly kept by him and Hu Zhi.

  Because this map not only shows the location of the various industrial workshops in the manor, but also the military station, it can be regarded as the manor defense map.

   Zhao Hanzhang hung the picture and asked Zhao Tong while looking at the picture, "Who is in charge of the school now?"

   Zhao Tong bowed and said, "It's small."

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded and said, "Build another class, choose forty boys, and train personal guards, so that both Tinghan and Erlang will be able to use them in the future."

   She said: "Especially in riding, archery and martial arts, we should focus on training them."

   Zhao Tong realized in an instant, and immediately responded, "Yes, I will choose someone tomorrow."

Mr.    is ready-made, even students can be ready-made, just choose from the existing students.

   Zhao Hanzhang nodded, seeing Fu Tinghan looking over, she smiled at him and said, "Fu An alone is too few by your side, and on the battlefield, he can't take care of you."

  Fu An was not convinced, but he still didn't say anything when he thought about the last time Lang Jun was injured.

  Fu Tinghan nodded, not rejecting her kindness.

   Zhao Hanzhang looked over the map, and finally clicked on one of the points and asked Fu Tinghan, "How is the pharmacy built here?"

  Fu Tinghan squinted for a while and nodded, "Not bad."

   He drew a circle on the picture with his finger, and simply circled the area. "Oral administration of Mycin is only a part of it, and injection is still the main body, so we have to train medical staff who can inject."

   He said: "Let's just improve the military medical system. There are still too few military doctors. If ordinary doctors don't want to join the army, why don't we train a group of them ourselves?"

   Zhao Hanzhang: "Traditional Chinese..."

   "I know it will take a long time, but some trauma management training can be done quickly," Fu Tinghan said: "We can train in a targeted manner."

   "Systematic health protection can also greatly reduce casualties," Fu Tinghan said: "From the military to the civilian population, we can train military medical staff first, and train doctors at the same time. The latter is difficult to learn, so we can rely on schools and the military medical training system."

   In this way, the cost will be large.

   Zhao Hanzhang thought for a while, and after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to do it, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then draw out this piece, and the military doctor will be trained next to the pharmacy."

   She turned to look at Fu Tinghan, "The military medical system and the military medical manual..."

  Fu Tinghan: "I'll draft it."

   Zhao Hanzhang breathed a sigh of relief. She was a little busy recently, and she was afraid she couldn't take it out, but she still said, "I'm with you."

   Said to be together, but in fact, the main job is Fu Tinghan, she is too busy.

   After seeing the manor's manager and setting the location of the pharmacy, Zhao Hanzhang asked Zhao Tong to build the pharmacy, and at the same time selected people who could enter the Chinese medicine nursing system.

   "You need to be smart, both boys and girls." Zhao Hanzhang thought about it and felt that the requirements should be relaxed, and said: "Anyone under the age of 30 will do, with good physical strength, flexible hands and feet, and a medical foundation is preferred."

   Fu Tinghan added, "Good sewing skills and butchers are also preferred."

   Zhao Hanzhang: "...Yes!"

   turned his head and glanced at Fu Tinghan, but still couldn't help laughing. Zhao Hanzhang and the confused Zhao Channel said, "As for the military doctor, it is still related to sewing and cutting."

   Zhao Tong trembled all over and couldn't help but shiver.

   He took orders and complied.

   It's just that they still lack professional talents, Zhao Hanzhang pondered for a while, and directly ordered, "The order goes on, and in the manor, all workers who come to vote will be treated the same as scholars."

  The treatment of scholars in this manor is very high. Anyone who can read and write can be divided into houses and fields as soon as they enter the manor.

   Unlike other refugees, although they are also arranged, but they will be deducted from their working hours later.

   Now Zhao Hanzhang has directly raised the treatment of Baigong to the same treatment as that of scholars.

Zhao Hanzhang thought for a while and felt that it was too narrow to find Baigong only within the manor, so he called Fan Ying, "Notify all the counties and countries that starting from next year, Baigong will be regarded as a scholar, and all Baigong who come to Yuzhou will be treated with courtesy. , every county and country has to open an examination room every month to select a hundred craftsmen, and the craftsmanship is equal to the good..."

  Fan Ying wrote down one by one, went down to write the official document, and then took it down to find someone to write the official document. She also has subordinates, but it is not enough right now, because some official documents have to be written in ten copies, one for each county.

   When the writing is finished, she will bring it to Zhao Hanzhang to use the seal.

   Zhao Hanzhang usually presses two seals on official documents, one is the governor's seal, and the other is her private seal. Sometimes she dislikes the trouble and only uses the private seal.

  The counties and countries have long known that her private seal is equivalent to her order, and its effect is above the seal of the governor.

  Because sometimes she handed over state affairs to Ji Yuan or Zhao Kuan, etc., and would leave the Prefect Seal to them.

   Zhao Hanzhang flipped through it and pressed the private seal directly on it.

   It was already dark at this time, and nine official documents were sent out the next day, and another copy Zhao Hanzhang took with him, and he planned to give it to Zhao Ming in person.

Zhao Hanzhang's whereabouts were a mystery, Zhao Ming didn't know she was back at first, until she returned to Xiping again, and by chance he heard a humane: "I said, I saw a group of people passing by on the road the day before yesterday, I glanced at it, It looks like Sanniang."

   "Where did you see it?"

   "In the few acres of land at my house in the northern suburbs, I went to shake the rabbit and saw it."

Zhao Ming, who was drinking in the pavilion, heard that, squinting slightly, the people below had already rebutted for him, "You read it wrong, I saw it the day before yesterday that someone just came to report that Sanniang was back, then these two Where the **** did she go?"

   "How do I know where she went, anyway, I looked like Sanniang from a distance."

   "If it's like, it doesn't have to be."

   "Why not? This is a hundred miles away. Which girl has the heroic appearance of her and is not inferior to a man on a horse? I must have read it right."

   "Did you mistake the girl from the Sun family for Sanniang? Or Yunxin from the east cousin's family?"

The other party was unhappy when he saw him questioning him again and again, "Yunxin is several years younger than Sanniang, and she is small, can I see it wrong? Although the cousin of the Sun family is powerful, she is more than our Sanniang. It’s still a long way off, if you stand still, can you still have the same posture on horseback?”

   "If you don't believe me, ask Brother Ming." After saying that, he turned his head and shouted at the pavilion, "Zinian, did you think Sanniang went back to Xiping the day before yesterday?"

Zhao Ming glanced at him lightly and said, "Cousin Fan, you went to the field to catch rabbits again. Someone told me some time ago that several pits had been dug in the wheat field, and there were fire ashes in the pits. Did you burn that?"

   Zhao Fan immediately stopped talking.

   Zhao Ying, who was sitting and drinking with Zhao Fan, also lowered his head and drank silently, not daring to say a word.

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