The village head looked at the post a few more times with reluctance before returning it to Qin Yao.
"I'm busy these two days. If you're in a hurry, you can take it to the government office yourself."
If it were someone else, the village head would not say that.
But it was no secret in Kaiyang County that Qin Yao had a good relationship with County Magistrate Song, so this suggestion was made.
Qin Yao also thought so, but because it was not convenient to bypass the level, she gave him some face and did not go directly to the county government.
Now that the head of the village had said so, she simply agreed.
While it was still early, he said goodbye to his colleague and went to the county government office to deliver the document.
Song Zhang received a report from the government office and came over in person to join in the fun.
He did not wear official uniform and did not receive any guests. He just stood behind the clerk in charge of free school subsidies and watched him do his work.
The clerk was trembling with fear and sweating profusely, which made his relatives feel sad!
With the county magistrate watching, who would dare to let Qin Yao go through that complicated process?
Take it directly into the office, pass the document from left hand to right hand, and then record it in the government office.
The clerk said politely, "Madam Qin, the government has received this notice. When the school in your village is built, you can send someone to inform us. The government will set a date to come to your village for inspection. If there are no problems with the school, we will select a teacher for you and give you 20 taels of silver as a betrothal gift."
The clerk told Qin Yao the whole situation, detail by detail.
After saying that, he politely asked her if there was anything she didn't understand, and he could explain it to her in detail.
Qin Yao glanced at Song Zhang who was standing behind the man, then looked at the clerk's sweaty forehead, nodded and said no more.
The clerk immediately breathed a sigh of relief and did not chase her away. He let her rest in the yamen and then fled.
Qin Yao shook her head and couldn't help laughing, "I didn't expect that I would be bullied today."
Song Zhang pointed at the bronze badge on her waist and asked the question that had been on his mind for a long time.
"How did you get this chapter? I didn't know there was such an open-minded village in Kaiyang County that allowed a woman to compete with a man for village chief, and the woman won."
Qin Yao licked the corners of her dry lips and said confidently, "My Lord, please give me a bowl of ice drink. After I have moistened my throat, I will slowly tell you in detail. How about that?"
Song Zhang immediately raised his hand to invite them in, "Let's go!"
He walked in front, as if he couldn't wait any longer, his feet were blowing and he walked very fast.
Qin Yao thought he was going to take her to the store, but who would have thought that he would take her directly to the Song Mansion.
Seeing Qin Yao's disgusted expression of "Why are you so stingy?", Song Zhang explained:
"That ice drink costs fifty or sixty coins a bowl, and I, a county magistrate, can't afford it with my meager salary."
"But my sister made some sour plum soup this morning. It has been in the well for several hours. It should be about the same as the ice drink. You can drink as many bowls as you want. Isn't that more cost-effective?"
Qin Yao: "You are right when you talk a lot."
The sun in early May was so hot at noon that it felt like one's scalp was about to explode.
The servants of the Song residence brought two bowls of sour plum soup, which was emitting a slight chill. Qin Yao picked it up and drank the whole bowl in one breath. It was not worse than the iced drink, and she felt refreshed all over.
He tasted the remaining bowl slowly with a spoon and told Song Zhang the process of the Liujia Village ancestral hall election the day before like a storyteller.
Song Zhang was somewhat surprised: "It's so smooth?"
Yin Le jumped out and said a few words, and the villagers actually turned against them?
Song Zhang felt like he was listening to an opera, and always felt that Qin Yao was hiding some important information.
Qin Yao really didn't hide anything, and how could this go smoothly?
She spent several years gradually reducing the villagers' prejudice against women and encouraging women to be confident and self-reliant, which is why she was able to receive the village chief's bronze medal today.
Of course, she has to give a great credit to Yin Leji here!
After a while, she went to the pharmacy on the street to ask if there was any good scar-removing ointment.
"Does your Excellency know how much effort I put in to get the votes of all the women in the village this time?"
Qin Yao counted on her fingers and explained to Song Zhang, "Before the stationery factory was established, it was still a small workshop with only Yunniang as a female worker, because she learned the carpentry craft from her father."
"Later, there were no men left in the village due to conscription, so the women took their place and the workshop was able to survive."
"Later, the stationery factory recruited many female workers and provided a way for women in the surrounding villages to make money. After a few years of subtle influence, coupled with my own excellence, I won over those competitors and opened up a new path!"
If she is missing any one of these items, she won't get the bronze medal.
In comparison, candidates such as Liu Dafu and Liu Yang have not done nearly as much as she has and are not as capable as her, but they were able to easily make it onto the candidate list.
By the way, there is also a Liu Ji, who is not even in the village but still on the list. It makes me laugh just thinking about it.
Qin Yao finished the bowl of sour plum soup in her hand, and only then did she feel her anger subside a little.
Song Zhang felt the raging anger in her body, and even though he knew it was not directed at him, he still swallowed secretly out of guilt.
but
"What do you mean by subtle influence?"
Qin Yao smiled and asked tentatively: "Sir, aren't you afraid that this woman will take away your power?"
Song Zhang shook his head, smiled faintly, and said seriously: "If I could be taken away by a woman like you, I would be more than happy to have fewer corrupt officials who bring disaster to the people in this world."
He added: "In fact, you and I are both human beings. What we need to deal with is not each other, but those evil people who want to harm you and me. There is no need for you and me to confront each other."
Qin Yao raised her eyebrows, as Song Zhang's last sentence seemed to have a deeper meaning.
She sincerely praised: "Sir, you are the most open-minded person I have ever met!"
Song Zhang laughed out loud. It was a rare occasion for Qin Yao to praise him, and he really couldn't help but feel happy.
But then again, "You haven't told me what imperceptible influence means."
Qin Yao pushed the empty bowl over and said, "Give me another bowl of sour plum soup. I'll tell you after I finish it."
It’s just a bowl of sour plum soup, what’s the difficulty?
Song Zhang handed the bowl to the maid and asked her not only to fill the bowl, but also to take another jar and fill it for Qin Yao to pack up and take away.
"Can you tell me now?" Song Zhang asked with a smile.
Qin Yao nodded and told him a story.
A story that every educated person knows - Meng's Mother Moved Three Times.
This story clearly points out the impact of environment on a person's growth.
In addition to being formed naturally, this environment can also be artificially set and intervened.
It’s just that the larger the area, the higher the difficulty.
But if small areas are gathered together, they become a larger environment.
"I didn't do anything, I just asked the women in the village to do something they thought they couldn't do, but actually they can do it and do it very well."
Having said that, the third bowl of sour plum soup was finished.
Qin Yao took out a handkerchief with satisfaction to wipe the corners of her mouth, picked up the jar of sour plum soup specially prepared by the maid, and stood up to say goodbye.
When she walked out of the Song Mansion gate, Song Zhang was still sitting in front of the stone table where they were drinking soup, in a daze, like a fool. (End of this chapter)
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