How to select talents?
Wang An was a little confused, but he knew that this must be a big deal.
Because he was involved in the decision about compulsory education, both Master Mo who made the suggestion and County Magistrate Zhuang who made the decision made the interests involved clear and understandable. Especially in a place like Qi where the whole country attaches great importance to education, everything related to education is naturally the top priority.
Especially people like Wang An, who were once so poor that they were forced to give up their studies, understand the benefits of it best.
The prefect of Zhuang County even wrote a memorial, and without caring that it was the New Year, he hurriedly asked someone to deliver it to the King of Qi.
As a result, this selection exam was announced together with compulsory education, and was placed on an equally important position.
This immediately piqued Wang An's interest.
But he did not rush over to take a look immediately. Instead, he first took the things he had just bought back home before going again.
As a result of this back and forth, more people came to the bulletin board.
While Wang An was hesitating, an official came to look for him and said, "Manager Wang, my husband wants to see you."
The only person whom the officials of Fenghe County could address as "Langjun" was Zhuang Xun, the only son of the Zhuang County Magistrate.
Wang An did not dare to delay and followed immediately.
When Wang An saw Zhuang Xun, he wanted to salute, but he didn't expect that the other party was faster than him.
Zhuang Langjun bowed and said with a smile, "Greetings, Junior Master. Happy New Year, Junior Master."
Just one sentence made Wang An's face look complicated.
Speaking of this generation, he himself had not expected it.
When Wang An first became Master Mo's disciple, he only knew that Master Mo appreciated him. In fact, Wang An himself did not know how famous Master Mo was.
After all, he came from a poor family and used to work as a carpenter, going from street to street. He mostly came into contact with wealthy families and rarely came into contact with things in the city.
When he really became Master Mo's youngest disciple, he realized that he had won a huge fortune.
Apart from anything else, the generation status has been raised all of a sudden.
For example, Zhuang Xun in front of us once wanted to become Master Mo's apprentice, but in the end he was accepted by Master Mo's student.
It’s not a loss after all. After all, that student is now successful in his career and will be able to provide more help to Zhuang Xun in the future.
But if you calculate it this way, Wang Anping has grown up in vain.
It’s not wrong for people to call him Junior Master.
In the past, Wang An would never have accepted the offer. The other party was a disciple of an official family, and he came from a poor family. How could he accept the offer?
But now that he has seen more, Wang An knows clearly that this shout is not only because of Master Mo, but also to save the immortal's face.
As he had more contact with the Langyun immortals in Fenghe County, his status naturally rose.
But some things are better left unsaid without being too explicit.
So at this moment, Wang An turned sideways and did not accept his full greeting. Then he took out a red envelope from his arms and handed it to him with a smile: "Happy New Year, my dear. May everything be well."
Zhuang Xun also smiled and accepted the red envelope generously.
I don't feel embarrassed at all about accepting red envelopes from people younger than me.
Chinese New Year is a carnival for the younger generation!
Wang An looked at the notice board, which was still crowded with people, and asked, "I have something else I'd like you to clarify."
Zhuang Xun also took a look and immediately understood what this person meant.
So, without Wang An even having to speak, he said directly: "This selection exam was an idea proposed by an immortal. My father thought it was good, so he posted it, hoping that it would be implemented throughout the county."
Wang An was curious: "Speaking of exams, they also happen in the academy, but at the end of each subject, the teacher will test whether you have passed. So are these exams the same as those in the academy?"
Zhuang Xun explained, "It's slightly different. The content will be more complex and cover more subjects. Basically, every discipline will be involved."
"Look at overall ability?"
"If you have outstanding performance in a single subject, you will be selected to participate in relevant vocational training. Overall, we are selecting talents for the better development of Fenghe County in the future."
Wang An probably understood what he meant, so he asked a few more questions: "I wonder what we should do next?"
Zhuang Xun didn't hide anything and said frankly, "If you want to build a county town, you need to consider the following: farming, commerce, construction, and various other related matters."
This is easy to say, but both of them know in their hearts that it is not easy to do everything well.
They were extremely lucky and had received the favor of the immortals, but they could not always count on the fairyland.
Now they have fulfilled that statement.
The immortal leads you to the door, but the practice is up to you.
A lot of practical work requires finding people to do it.
Wang An said softly, "We can select the right people to do the right things, but there will still be a shortage of labor."
Zhuang Xun nodded first, then smiled. "Things will work out when the time comes. There's always a way. Besides, Junior Master is hungry, right? Why don't we go have dinner together?"
"Okay, where do you want to go, sir?"
"Let's go eat Chuan Chuan Xiang," he said, shaking the red envelope, "I just got it, it's just right for spending money."
And the only person who sells this kind of food in the county town is Wang An's father.
This person clearly wants to return his money to himself.
Wang An did not point it out, but just smiled and left the county magistrate's office with Zhuang Xun.
The Wang family's Chuan Chuan Xiang stall was set up at the city gate. They did not take a carriage, but went straight along the main road of Fenghe County.
Throughout the journey, Zhuang Xun's smile never faltered, his voice tinged with emotion: "Nowadays, all industries in the county are thriving. Although we can't yet ensure that all the people can live and work in peace and contentment, it's much more peaceful than before."
As a young man who came from the countryside to work, Wang An had no idea what Fenghe County City looked like before.
But now look at the county town.
The houses on both sides are neatly built, the shops are crowded with customers, and everything is thriving.
Especially around the fairy temple, it is extremely lively.
It can be said that although the current Fenghe County City has not been completely completed, its scale can already be seen.
Wang An sighed softly, "All this has made me wonder, can immortals really turn stones into gold?"
Zhuang Xun smiled and said, "What the fairyland brings is even more important than turning stone into gold."
Wang An thought for a moment and said, "It's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish."
He had heard these words by chance when the students of Langyun were chatting. They were not in the books of Qi State, and Zhuang Xun had never seen them before.
Just as I was about to ask what it meant, I heard some movement coming from the city gate.
The two looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the soldiers guarding the city were driving people out. The people being driven out looked ragged and quite pitiful.
Wang An looked surprised: "Is that a beggar?"
Zhuang Langjun saw it more clearly: "I'm afraid they are refugees from outside the area."
Wang An subconsciously asked, "Why are there refugees?"
Zhuang Xun smiled and said softly, "Not every county governor is as diligent as my father, and not every county town is as lucky as Fenghe County."
Wang An was stunned for a moment, then he saw Mr. Zhuang walking forward, and he hurried to follow.
When he got closer, Wang An knew that what Zhuang Xun had just said was true.
The man who was pleading with the soldiers guarding the city looked tall and strong, but one could tell from his expression that he had not had a proper meal for a long time. Following him were obviously his wife and children, who also looked shaky.
As for those who were looking over here outside the city gate, they seemed to be in a similar situation as the man's family, all in a mess.
The appearance of refugees in Fenghe County is nothing new. In fact, since Fenghe County became a transportation hub, refugees have often passed through it.
But Fenghe County never took it.
In fact, looking across the entire State of Qi, there are not many county towns that would accept refugees.
Because every place has its own family to take care of, even if you don't consider the clan, the government will have to spend an unknown amount of money on food, education, real estate, land, etc. for these people. Moreover, for officials, all they want is to maintain the status quo.
If you refuse, you may not get any results, but if you accept it, you will be guilty if something goes wrong.
Therefore, the Fenghe County guards refused to let them in, just as they had before. Their attitude was firm, but they were still polite: "If you don't have relatives in the city, you can't enter. If you want to go to other county towns, you can take a detour."
The man was about to kneel down before the soldier: "Sir, we are really at our wit's end. We can't survive any longer. Please give us a way out."
The soldiers guarding the city said nothing, but their expressions were clear—
I feel very sympathetic, but I can't help.
There is no other way around this. Qi is such a big country that there will always be unlucky people. We can't just let people go just because someone says a few nice words.
At this time, Zhuang Xun and Wang An came over.
The soldier immediately saluted and said, "Greetings, sir."
Zhuang Xun nodded, then looked at the person who spoke and asked gently, "What's your name?"
The man had already heard the soldier calling him "Sir".
Although he didn't know whose son he was, he could tell he was someone who could talk, so he quickly said, "My name is Wan Dong."
"What happened at home?"
After hearing this, Wan Dong couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.
The reason he said this was actually similar to what Zhuang Xun had thought before.
Although Qi was famous for its good weather among all the countries, people today could not resist the will of heaven and would inevitably encounter some disasters.
Fenghe County was unlucky and encountered an earthquake, but it managed to survive.
However, the counties where these people lived became refugees just because of a heavy snowfall.
Wang An wanted to ask, didn’t the government provide any money or food relief for such a disaster?
But when he thought of what Mr. Zhuang had just said, he shut his mouth.
The man named Wan Dong was already kneeling on the ground, his voice mournful, "I can't make a living anymore. I beg you to take me in, even if it means selling my body. I just want to stay alive."
Wang An's heart skipped a beat.
Selling oneself meant becoming a slave, and he had just mentioned to Zhuang Xun that Fenghe County was short of laborers...
Although he didn't know most of the people here, and didn't think Fenghe County had any obligation to rescue them, Wang An came from a poor family after all, so it was inevitable that he would feel a little sad for the others.
There were other people praying with Wan Dong, and their number was far greater than what we just saw.
He suddenly appeared, and the soldiers on the side were startled and rushed forward to stop him.
But Zhuang Xun suddenly said, "I can think of some ways to deal with what you are asking for."
When these words were spoken, everyone showed surprise.
Then Zhuang Xun continued, "You don't need to mention selling your bodies. Just do as the people do. Just obey their teachings."
In an instant, there was complete silence.
The next moment, there was a cry of surprise.
Wan Dong was trembling all over. He was so overjoyed that he forgot to laugh and just kept crying.
Zhuang Xun didn't even look at them. He just gave a few words of advice to the soldiers beside him, asking them to settle these people. Then he turned and returned to the city gate, muttering, "Let's go, Junior Master, hurry up and eat. I'm starving."
But Wang An hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Why doesn't my lord allow them to sell their bodies?"
Zhuang Xun smiled and spoke cheerfully, "Fenghe County wants laborers, not slaves. Furthermore, I've seen clearly these days that if you want someone to work hard, you have to let them know the benefits they can get. That's the only way they'll be motivated. If they're confined to a slavery, their life will be hopeless, so how can they work well? I want people who can build the county, not just more mouths to feed."
After hearing this, Wang An said nothing, but bowed to Zhuang Xun in a proper manner.
This matter also reached the ears of Langyun teachers and students.
Shao Zhu couldn't help but sigh, "This Mr. Zhuang is indeed worthy of being the son of an official family. He has a very thorough understanding of things. If he were in our company, he would definitely be an expert in human resources."
Ji Liang on the side did not respond, but held his cheeks with his hands and sighed.
This made Shao Zhu lean over and ask, "What's wrong?"
Ji Liang muttered, "It's hard for me to choose people."
Shao Zhu was puzzled: "Why? The selection exam hasn't even started yet, how can you say you won't be selected?"
Ji Liang puffed out his cheeks, making his already childish face even rounder. "We're different here than you guys. You guys are in the construction business, whether it's paving roads or building bridges, you're just building things where there's nothing. But our Agricultural College selects farmers, and most of those farmers already have their own villages, they're already established."
"It's hard to change?"
"It's easy to change it, but that means they can change what they grow. It's difficult to promote new planting methods."
As he spoke, he spread out the prepared drawings.
Shao Zhu is an architect. Although he doesn't know much about farming, he can tell from just looking at this picture that everything drawn on it is different from the existing rural areas in Fenghe County.
If you want to change it, you probably have to start over again, which will take a lot of time.
Ji Liang leaned forward on the table and began to mutter, "Why not just go find the Zhuang Jun Shou and let him handle it."
Unexpectedly, Shao Zhu nodded and said, "Of course, you'd better go quickly before he arranges anyone."
Ji Liang paused, then raised his head to look at him: "Who is it?"
Shao Zhu was surprised: "Hey, aren't you talking about those refugees?"
"you mean……"
"The refugees need resettlement anyway, and you're building a new rural model. Isn't this just perfect?"
Ji Liang's eyes lit up when he heard this. He stood up immediately, and without even saying goodbye, he took the blueprint and went out, ready to have tea and chat with County Magistrate Zhuang.
The effect was significant, and County Magistrate Zhuang accepted Ji Liang's suggestion.
Soon, these refugees were sent out of the city.
Finally stopped in a wasteland.
There are only a few abandoned houses here, but they look like they have been abandoned for a long time. There is also wasteland around them, which is also unattended.
The county required them to build houses and dig ditches according to the requirements, especially to dig a large pond, but no one knew what they were going to do.
Everyone worked very hard.
The governor of Zhuang County was afraid that they might have psychological fluctuations, so he sent an official to find out what they were thinking.
After all, they are refugees and outsiders, so it is always better to ask more questions to be on the safe side.
So the official disguised himself as an ordinary villager who was walking around during the slack season and chatted with these new villagers who were originally refugees.
At the beginning, he started fishing with a straight hook: "I still can't figure out what you are going to do. Can you still do it?"
I expected to hear complaints, but unexpectedly, the refugees who were diligently digging the pit laughed and said, "Since the county governor asked us to do this, it must be a good thing. We can definitely do it."
"Yes, I also heard that Fenghe County has a fairy-like aura."
"It was the immortal who suggested that we dig a hole!"
"Since he's an immortal, then he must be right. By the way, is Brother Wan going to the city? We can ask him to go to the immortal temple and take a look. Then we can get some of the immortal energy."
The officer was slightly stunned when he didn't hear what he wanted to hear, but he still said what he expected: "Do you really not doubt it at all? What if..."
This time, it was Wan Dong who interrupted him: "Put aside all those dirty thoughts. Who has ever looked us in the eye on this journey? Now that we have a place to shelter from the wind and rain and food to eat, I really don't know why we should be so aggrieved."
After saying that, he glared at him.
His face was full of blind trust in Fenghe County.
Not to mention the matter of gods, the fact that Fenghe County saved them from starvation was enough for them to be grateful.
Nature will not tolerate slander from others.
Everyone thought a quarrel was about to break out, but unexpectedly the official started laughing, which stunned everyone.
The official didn't reveal his identity, but said, "It seems you haven't been slacking off these days, and you're making good progress." He paused, "But this house can be built a little later. Someone will bring mortar in a few days, and you can learn how to use it and then rebuild it."
Wan Dong was slightly stunned: "What mortar?"
Zhuang Xun didn't know the scientific reasoning behind this, so he simply said, "It's about building a house that won't collapse even in an earthquake."
…? ? !
The official then said, "I see that you have brought your children with you. If you cannot take care of them, you can send them to a private school." Then he nodded to everyone and left quickly to report.
I have also thought about reporting back.
Although I dare not say that everyone is loyal, but at least they are all honest.
And both of them are fanatics of Wonderland.
Well, it’s similar to what the people in Fenghe County think.
As long as you like immortals, we are ours!
After he left, the refugees looked at each other in bewilderment.
As the leader of these people, Wan Dong has to go to the city to "report on his work" on a regular basis, and today is the time.
He wasted no more time and prepared to leave.
But before leaving, thinking about the private school that the man had just mentioned, he hesitated for a moment, then carried his child on his back and hurried towards the county town.
Now that the first month of the lunar year has passed and the weather is getting warmer, Fenghe County is becoming even more lively.
Although Wandong comes here every few days, he is always amazed by the prosperity here.
Be it the spacious streets, the shops on both sides, or even the aroma of various snacks wafting over, they all make Wan Dong's eyes widen.
The child was in the city for the first time, and his little head was turning around, as if his eyes were not enough.
After a while, he patted his father on the back and said, "Car, a car for people to sit in!"
Wan Dong turned his head and saw a man sitting in a wheelchair.
Although there are now means of transportation designed for people with mobility problems, the wheelchair made by this person is obviously very exquisite, and judging from his appearance, he must be rich or noble.
Wan Dong guessed that the other party was probably ill and would not want others to look at him.
So he quickly looked away, covered his child's eyes, and walked quickly towards the city.
He had not originally planned to inquire about private schools in the city.
After all, according to general thinking, consumption in the city is higher, and the tuition fees of private schools opened here must be higher than those outside.
Although Wan Dong has a place to live, nothing has been built yet. He has no income, so how can he dare to dream of sending his children to school in the city?
But it happened that when he wanted to take his children to see the fairy temple, he passed by a school.
Although it looks larger than ordinary schools and has a different architectural structure, the plaque hanging at the door clearly shows that this is the place to study.
Wan Dong could still recognize a few words and stopped involuntarily.
Next to him was a snack stall.
Wan Dong stared at the school in a trance, while the child stared at the stall, swallowing his saliva, looking at it eagerly, and whispered, "What is this?"
The vendor immediately smiled and said, "This is donkey rolls. It's very sweet and sticky. Would you like to try it?"
The child wanted to agree, but still shook his head: "I don't have any money."
The vendor didn't care and cut off a small piece for him: "It's okay, try it. If you like it, you can buy it again next time."
The conversation between the two caught Wan Dong's attention.
When he turned around, his own child had already taken a small piece of something that looked like a soft cake. He looked at him eagerly and handed it to his mouth: "Daddy, eat it."
Wan Dong smiled and said, "You eat. Daddy's not hungry." Then he looked at the vendor and said, "Thank you, brother."
The vendor waved his hand and said with a smile, "I see you're sending your child to school?"
Wan Dong hesitated for a moment, but didn't nod. He just asked, "Brother, do you know if there's any private school around here that charges less?"
The vendor looked him up and down and immediately guessed, "I heard someone came to Fenghe County to seek refuge and build... oh, right, an ecological new village. You guys, right?"
Wan Dong: ...
Can you say that there are many capable people in the market?
Even he himself didn't know what he was digging...
Then the vendor said, "You're new here, so it's not unusual for you not to know that in Fenghe County, you don't need to pay tuition to study."
When these words came out, Wan Dong was stunned: "Are you serious?"
"Of course, if you ask around, you'll know. Not only do you not have to pay tuition, but as long as you're a child, you don't even need to bring your own paper and pen. The government will take care of it."
This time, Wan Dong was completely shocked.
The child he was carrying on his back also cooperated by saying "Wow", creating a good atmosphere.
It was obvious that the child had never been to school and knew nothing about the daily examination life of students in Fenghe County.
The vendor seemed very keen to praise the advantages of his own county town, and now he said enthusiastically: "Also, if you want to learn something, you can go and try it."
Wan Dong was bewildered: "I...at my age, should I go to school?"
The vendor swore: "Why not? I just learned this skill."
Coincidentally, at this moment, a horse-drawn carriage slowly drove up and stopped in front of the school gate.
I saw a well-dressed man walking down, taking the book box from the person next to him, carrying it on his back, and walking towards the school without anyone helping him.
Wan Dong's eyes widened: "This...isn't this Zeng Yin?"
The vendor was surprised: "Do you know him?"
"I've met him once. The Zeng family's convoy passed by my old village. He's a famous chef. It seems his ancestors were imperial chefs." Wan Dong paused, his eyes filled with doubt. "What is he doing at the academy?"
The vendor said directly: "Of course it's class."
Wan Dong: “…Ah?”
The vendor said, "Come to think of it, I was also studying there when he entered. So, by that count, this famous chef and I can be considered classmates, hehe."
…………ah? ? ?
At this moment, Wan Dong was suddenly at a loss.
It was definitely an accident that they ended up in Fenghe County. They were not familiar with this place at all before coming here.
But now...
What kind of magical place did they find?
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