Seeing that Xu Ping had not spoken for a long time, Han Zong asked in a low voice: "The magistrate has ordered all the states and counties under Taipingzhai to capture the fugitive Huang Conggui until now. There has been no news. There have been rumors outside. Should this memorial be revealed to the local area to stop everyone's mouths?"

Xu Ping came back to his senses and said to Han Zong: "No need, go and Duan Fang follow the memorial and make various preparations. These things are so complicated that they can't be done in a moment. Of course, if someone asks, then tell them bluntly and don't have to hide them."

Han Zong nodded and said yes.

Xu Ping smiled and said, "If you go everywhere to post the list, it will make people think that I care so much about those rumors. When there is news, I will calm them down. I am a seventh-rank official, and I will not make people laugh at me in this way!"

"The officials were negligent and didn't expect this level. So I went to discuss with County Magistrate Duan."

Han Zong didn't expect Xu Ping to think so, but he seemed to think too much and said goodbye to leave in a hurry.

Xu Ping was unwilling to put that effort into it. In his opinion, this kind of thing was of course a matter of being a military force that forced the local officials from various places first, and then explained it clearly to the lower-level people. Isn’t it a matter of being a slut with a tiger? What will happen if you attack such a verbal trick?

In Xu Ping's previous life, under the social conditions, the turning-up serfs did not sing pastoral poems. Instead of relying on talking to the slave owner to expand their lives, it would be better to keep the energy to deal with the subsequent troubles.

Han Zong left, and Xu Ping walked gently in front of the chair, thinking about the subsequent matters.

Such a revolutionary change cannot be accomplished with a single decree. If you want to smash the shackles of slavery that have been formed for hundreds of years, you must be prepared to face all kinds of difficulties.

We must be prepared for the thundering means to deal with them, and we must have enough patience to the lower classes of society and have enough strength to ensure this patience. The upper slave owners will inevitably counterattack, and the lower people will not realize the significance of this change to them at once, and a large number of people will be incited.

Fortunately, Xu Ping is responsible for the Zuojiang Road area and faces much less difficulties.

Compared with Youjiang Road and other areas close to Yizhou, the Song Dynasty's management of Zuojiang area was much deeper. It was divided into four villages since Emperor Taizong, and all prefectures, counties and caves were included in the jurisdiction. More than a month ago, the local local officials recruited by Xu Ping were under the jurisdiction of the original Taiping Village, with Shendong being the exception. It was originally belonged to Guwanzhai. Later, because it was closely related to the sugar sugar business, it was assigned to Taiping Village.

Among the four villages, Qionglongzhai was remote, poor transportation, and high management costs. The Zhenzong Dynasty actually gave up. The local officials there were the highest autonomy, which was destined to be a headache for Xu Ping.

Another local officials here have surrendered the land, and the court has increased many prefectures, counties and districts year by year, resulting in the fact that the large forces are divided into smaller and smaller, and they are not in a climate. This method is familiar to the officials of the central dynasty, and have been skillfully used since the Han Dynasty reduced the vassal states, and now they are extremely proficient. Over time, the barbarian forces have been divided into small hills, making it difficult to organize forces that can confront the court.

The example is Guangyuanzhou, a land of extrajudicial law, where the power of the court cannot be extended there, and the Nong family continues to annex, and its power is getting bigger and stronger, and its independence is getting stronger.

In Xu Ping's previous life, Tuzhou Tuxian and the same-level towns as the county in Zuojiang area are generally located in one township and one town, and a few large prefectures are equivalent to counties of that era, of course, in that era, they were quite sparsely populated counties. There are also a large number of only a few villages, so there is no need to consider it at all.

Facing a pile of loose sand, Xu Ping thought that he did not need to create momentum and did not scare them. It would be better for them to feel what a storm is coming. When the time is ripe, quickly solve it with lightning speed, and then calmly deal with the various remaining problems.

"What are you thinking about by the official?"

When Xu Ping heard the sound, he came back from his thoughts and saw Duan Yunjie standing not far away, looking at herself with a smile. She had to deal with ink when printing. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing her white wrists as white as white, and a small stack of paper was held in her hand.

Xiuxiu stood behind Duan Yunjie, holding the paper, with a blank expression, looking into the distance, and didn't know what she was thinking. What was even more terrifying was that she might not think of anything in her heart.

Xu Ping smiled and said, "I'm thinking about some chores. Why, has it been printed?"

"I printed the book first, and the official saw that there was nothing to change, so he printed it accordingly."

Xu Ping took the paper, looked at it for a moment and said, "Let me put it here first. Then print a set and send it to Han Zong, so that he can take a look."

Duan Yunjie smiled and said, "Fortunately, I have already thought of it. Isn't it the one Xiuxiu is holding in her hand?"

After saying that, he took the paper from Xiuxiu's hand.

Xiuxiu let go obediently, waited for the paper to leave her hand, and suddenly spoke: "Sister Liu Xiaomei has been away for forty-nine days."

Duan Yunjie shook her head impatiently after hearing this. Xiuxiu often did this these days. When you ask her what day it was today, she didn't know. From time to time, she said something inexplicably, how many days did Liu Xiaomei leave? It seems that since that day, there are no more years, months and days in Xiuxiu's world, everything starts from that day.

After hearing this, Xu Ping's heart moved and said to Duan Yunjie: "Forty-nine days, then today isn't the Wei Qi?"

"No, oh, why did I forget it?"

Duan Yunjie patted her head, a little annoyed. After all, she is not her own relative and has been a little busy recently. No matter how careful Duan Yunjie is, she cannot pay attention to all the details.

There is no need to worry that Xiuxiu will make mistakes in this kind of life. Sometimes she always reports time with time, which will not be bad at all. She is in her current state and has no idea how she remembers it so clearly.

Xu Ping said to Duan Yunjie: "Prepare, we will go to pay tribute to my younger sister later."

Duan Yunjie nodded, pulled Xiuxiu and turned away.

Xu Ping thought for a while, returned to his residence, went to the study to find the pen and ink, unfolded the paper on the desk, frowned and thought hard.

Not much time has passed, Duan Yunjie and Xiuxiu found Xu Ping's room and saw Xu Ping thinking hard at the desk, thinking about writing a few words for a while, looking at it for a while and then scribbling and changing it.

Duan Yunjie said: "What beautiful articles are the officials writing here? It's getting late."

Xu Ping added a few words to the paper, let out a sigh, and put them down, "Writing a tribute for Liu Xiaomei, she asked for the barbarians to be a slave, and she should be commemorated by others."

"What the official said is."

Duan Yunjie walked up to see the tribute written by Xu Ping.

Xu Ping threw his head: "Time flies, I always feel that this article doesn't mean anything, please help me change it."

There is no politeness between them, and it is very common to change the article.

Duan Yunjie looked at it, thought for a while, nodded and said, "There are a few places that will be better to change it."

Xu Ping stood up and asked Duan Yunjie to sit down. Only then did he notice Xiuxiu who was following behind. Xiuxiu was cleaned up very neatly and carefully cleaned her whole body. This was something that had never happened in recent times. Xiuxiu's eyes were still stiff, but at this time there was a little more solemnity and seriousness.

Xiuxiu stood aside and watched Xu Ping and Duan Yunjie busy, without saying anything, and her movements had not changed, as if she was waiting for something sacred.

(I can't stand it anymore, I can only write so much today. I will add it later. I'll forgive me.)
Chapter completed!