Liang Qu sat in the yard, drinking fish and meat porridge with a group of bricklayers and carpenters. Listening to them talking about everything while drinking porridge, Liang Qu learned a lot about the changes outside. The seventh-rank county magistrate was just a small role in the governor's office, but it was a great event for the county he served in and even the surrounding areas. When the "red edict" of the new official was issued, the post stations along the way would provide services, and the governors of various states and counties would give some silver according to the unspoken rules of the officialdom. The first thing the county magistrate did after taking office was to receive the seal, and accompanied by his entourage, he would patrol around the yamen, which was the so-called "douqinglong". After "douqinglong", the county magistrate had to kneel to the north in his official uniform to thank the emperor for his grace. At this time, the runners had to beat the gong three times, and then beat the hall drum three times. Then, the county magistrate sat facing south and officially went to court, starting to set off "three fires". The main thing is to burn incense and worship gods. You have to burn incense in the City God Temple and the Temple of Sages, and then inspect and count. Since Pingyang Town became Pingyang County and Chaojiang County was withdrawn, the archives and information and the clerks there have been moved to Pingyang County.
It’s just that such a large county government office cannot be moved and built in one or two months. It’s very messy. When the new county magistrate first came, he did not carry out this series of procedures. He postponed it and issued a few notices and decrees first. After everything was sorted out, he would make up the procedures. So the so-called land measurement is really sloppy. Liang Qu sat here and listened to everyone’s words. It felt like it was measured casually. The main purpose seemed to be to announce his arrival. Come to think of it, let alone dividing the land, it’s not easy to measure the land and set taxes. There are so many masters in the county. Who can agree to measure it just like you say? If it were that easy, there would be no land annexation. It would be fine to weigh it every once in a while. After breakfast, Liang Qu practiced underwater in the morning, went to the martial arts hall in the afternoon, taught a few students, learned some more things himself, and then went to the academy. "What? There is an exam?" Liang Qu was very surprised. He has been here for so long, and he has never heard of taking an exam? Si Hengyi smiled and said, "It has always been necessary, but you are different from other students. You were arranged by Mr. Yang, and I have seen your academic progress with my own eyes, so I have never taken an exam for you. But the new county magistrate is here, and you can't avoid this exam. According to past practice, the new county magistrate must conduct a written exam on the students in the county to understand their talents and strengths. But don't worry, it won't be a big deal. It's just a process. It doesn't matter whether you do well or not. At most, it's a matter of impression." Liang Qu was relieved. It was just a formality, so it wouldn't be a problem. "By the way, Mr. Si, have you heard about the recent land measurement?" Si Hengyi nodded: "I've heard about road construction, boat racing, and land measurement." "What do you think?" Si Hengyi pondered for a while: "Road construction is definitely good. The people have food to eat and the roads can be repaired, but I don't quite understand the boat racing and land measurement."
"Don't understand?" "The current county magistrate is the second place selected by the emperor. His knowledge is dozens of times higher than mine. It stands to reason that if he really wants to measure the land, he shouldn't be so careless. He knows it's useless but does it. There may be other deep meanings, but I can't see it." Si Hengyi said it more tactfully. In fact, he also thinks that it's mostly a face-saving project. Liang Qu nodded and didn't think about it anymore. In the clinic, the doctor brought a basin of water, broke off a piece of firewood and put it in it, and pressed his fingers on the firewood floating on the water. "The floating pulse is like a floating object in the water, just like the floating wood in the water. You can press it down lightly, but if you press it hard, it will run away." The doctor pressed down the floating wood, but the buoyancy was too great, so the wood naturally ran away. Then he threw down two stones, and the stones sank straight to the bottom of the water. "The sinking pulse is like a stone thrown into the water, sinking to the bottom of the water. If you want to find it, you have to press into the tendons and bones to find it." The doctor put his fingers into the water and pressed down on the two stones at the bottom of the water. "If you lose blood, you will have a hollow appearance, which is the Pi pulse. If the left inch is Pi, the heart is losing blood. If the right inch is Pi, the yin of the heart is injured. Pi enters the left Guan, the liver blood cannot be stored. Each has different treatment methods. You are a warrior, so you should pay more attention to your injuries in the future. Even if you are a warrior, blood is the foundation. Although you can survive for a while if you lose too much blood, it will not last too long." Liang Qu nodded. He has learned almost everything about herbal identification, bone setting, and bone setting. He has treated more than ten patients and has begun to learn pulse reading. One hour a day doesn't cost much, but what he has learned is very valuable At night. Liang Qu went to patrol the river as usual. He packed up his things and went to the kitchen to get a few ready-made meat pies. After killing the monster, there is fish belly meat to eat. Liang Qu doesn't need this thing, but he often meets two beggars on the road and can give it to them. If it weren't for Uncle Chen, let alone making a name for himself, he might have starved to death that night. The feeling of hunger and death is really uncomfortable. Liang Qu has no big wish, and he can't cut his meat to help others, but he doesn't want to see someone waiting to die slowly like he used to. Now he can be called a rentier class, and a few pies are just a drop in the bucket. After taking everything, Liang Qu closed the door and went out of the boat. By midnight, Liang Qu earned four more small Gong, a total of seven small Gong, and exchanged them for nine cockscomb fruits, and also took a booklet introducing the river. The booklet was free and did not cost any small Gong, so Liang Qu still had one small Gong left. A candle was lit at the bow, and Liang Qu read while eating fruit. There are three major rivers in Dashun, among which the Jianghuai River is the largest, and the downstream tributaries are as dense as wings, with rivers all over the place. Interspersed between rivers is extremely fertile soil. For this reason, the entire Jianghuai region can be said to be the place with the highest population density in Dashun.
Jianghuai Zeye is a large swamp on the coast of Jianghuai River. The narrowest point across the center of the swamp is thousands of miles away. It was the first time Liang Qu heard such an exact description, and he couldn't help but feel shocked. This map is so big that he would not be surprised if there are real dragons, let alone dragons. No one knows the length of the entire Jianghuai River. Hebo Station only knows that it and the other two rivers originate from the Snowy Mountains. There is the highest mountain in the world, and all the snow is produced there. The snow-capped mountains will never change for thousands of years. When the wind and snow go south, they turn into water and enter the rivers. It is a place full of mystery and terror. Few people go there, few people go out. Liang Qu: "" This Ministry of Industry is quite powerful. Liang Qu took a quick look at it, and when he saw that it was already getting late, he put the book in his arms. After the boat docked at his own exclusive ship's berth, he prepared to go back to sleep. "Donor stay!" The voice is low, dull, and extremely penetrating. Liang Qu turned around and saw an old monk appearing out of nowhere behind him. The old monk was extremely thin, with only bones showing. His wrinkled old skin stuck to his forehead, almost tracing the outline of his bones. But he was also extremely tall, half a head taller than Liang Qu. Wearing a hundred-year-old robe and holding an old alms bowl, he looked more like a beggar than a monk. Such a strange image walking on the road at night may scare the children who are playing and crying. Liang Qu touched his body. He didn't bring any money, and the meat pie was all gone on the way there. "I'm sorry, Master, I don't have anything to eat or money with me. If you want, you can wait until tomorrow. I will pass by this road and bring you two vegetarian buns." The old monk shook his head: "Donor, I don't accept alms." Not alms? Liang Qu raised his eyebrows and secretly became wary. The old monk bowed and said, "Does the donor have a teacher? If not, is he willing to become a disciple of Lao Monk?"