After both items were checked repeatedly by the eunuchs, Wu Zetian took the white letter paper and began to read it. The text was still missing strokes, and Wu Zetian couldn't help but smile as she looked at the letter paper.

Most people really can't write this kind of characters. After all, the number of strokes is exactly the same each time, and the lines are so regular, as if the character should be written like this. This is also a kind of skill.

After reading Wang Zheng's secret letter, Wu Zetian looked at Bu Jia on the side in silence for a moment, then took out a dagger and stabbed Bu Jia with all her strength.

After a crisp "ding" sound, Wu Zetian picked up the cloth armor and carefully examined it inside and out. Her expression gradually became solemn, and finally she fell silent.

After carefully reading Wang Zheng's secret letter again, Wu Zetian put away the cloth armor. The next day, she asked someone to bring Wang Zheng a waist badge of 100 yuan for the manager of the imperial estate.

When Wang Zheng received the badge, it was already late autumn and winter was about to begin.

Luo Xiaomei, with a sallow complexion, squatted beside Wang Zheng's rocking chair and asked, "Can you give me some more of your brown sugar?"

Looking at Wu Yi who was sitting respectfully in front of him, Wang Zheng took a deep breath and said, "Wu Yi, you have worked hard in the past six months. Not only have you mastered addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, but you have also learned how to write.

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"Go to hell."

This kind of civil fighting would probably be described in history books as just a passing sentence: At that time, there was a manager of an imperial farm named Wang Zheng who made vermicelli with taro, which led to endless fighting among the people.

"Very good." Wang Zheng pointed to the wooden box in front of him and said, "There are 100 waist badges for the imperial farm manager in here. Find 100 students who know the most words and distribute the waist badges to them. Later, I will let Luo Wu escort you to various places in Bashu.

Wang Zheng hoped to add this sentence at the end: Wang Zheng led the Ba people to kill all the noble families of Bashu, and the fighting would not end until then.

Although Luo Wu ordered the tribesmen to relocate, and many people did as he was told, bloodshed and death still occurred from time to time. Wang Zheng had someone record all the incidents in a small notebook, intending to settle the accounts when the opportunity arose.

Wang Zheng shouted, "Ask your father to come over. We need to discuss something with him."

After Wu Yi bid farewell to Wang Zheng and left, Chen Fengning asked in confusion, "Most of them are just boys. The chief steward asked them to manage the imperial farm. Aren't you afraid of something going wrong?"

Even if there is a fight, you must try to be patient and don't act on impulse. Just record the matter and I will make the decision for you."

"How much can you offer? A thousand kilograms of sugarcane costs only a few taels of silver, and there are more than twenty kilograms of brown sugar, plus the effort it takes. It's not too much to ask you to pay three hundred coins per kilogram, right? Are you willing?"

Pointing to the stool next to him, Wang Zheng said unhappily, "There's a cup of brown sugar water over there, drink it yourself."

Not only the Ba people, but also a large number of Han people were expelled, and the better land was basically concentrated in the hands of the aristocratic families.

If the Ba people could rebel on a large scale, one sentence might be added at the end: The Ba people rebelled and were suppressed by so-and-so.

"Don't worry, sir. Wu Yi will do his best to serve you."

After half a year of good food and drink, Wu Yi grew a lot taller and stronger, and turned from a child into a young boy.

Luo Xiaomei looked disdainful and said, "You are so stingy. Can't I buy it for you?"

"Then I might as well buy some honey, it's tastier. Why are you so stingy?"

Now the master has something for you to do, do you have confidence? "

You don’t have to worry about other things. Just listen and watch more, and write down what you hear and see, and submit it to me every month for review.

Wang Zheng nodded, took out a book and said, "This is a dictionary that I spent several months compiling. It contains more than 5,000 commonly used characters. You can each copy a copy, and it should be enough for your daily record needs.

Wang Zheng grinned, wondering if he had acted too kindly, so that people no longer took him seriously.

Chen Fengning didn't think Wang Zheng was kind at all. "Is the steward planning to get involved in the dispute between the two clans? With the steward's cruel actions, I don't know how many people will lose their families this time."

Wu Yi bowed and said, "Disciple understands."

The dispute between the Han and Ba tribes over land has become increasingly fierce. Except for a few large tribes like the Luo Wu, other small families have basically been driven out of the city and into the woods by the aristocratic families.

The big yellow dog next to it heard Wang Zheng calling its name and wagged its tail happily. Wang Zheng threw a piece of bacon to it, and the big yellow dog wagged its tail even more happily.

From now on, you will be the managers of each imperial farm. What you need to do is to pass on everything you have learned here, whether it is knowledge or raising pigs and growing vegetables.

"No."

"The world is full of thorns, and if you don't move, you won't get hurt. They want to occupy other people's land, and they are so unscrupulous. How can you blame me for being cruel?"

"Look, you're not as good at pleasing people as Da Huang. My brown sugar is really wasted."

For this reason, Wang Zheng was ready to be labeled as a butcher.

"Don't worry, sir. I know what to do."

“So-called managers are nothing more than a group of record keepers. They also spread the knowledge they have learned to enlighten the people. As for the real managers, they still have to rely on the people in the imperial manor to manage themselves.

Luo Xiaomei immediately stood up, kicked the big yellow dog and ran away.

"I don't want to bother with you. I told you to save it the first two times, but you drank it like sugar water every day. Now you say I'm stingy. Your conscience has been eaten by rhubarb."

If there are no other questions, just bring your stuff and go select people. Remember, whether they go or not is voluntary, and you must not use words to pressure others. "

This was actually an experience for Wu Yi and the other 100 people. They had already learned most of the basic knowledge.

As for knowledge, life is the best teacher. Knowledge that cannot be put into practice is nothing but useless floating duckweed. "

Chen Fengning sighed: "The chief steward always does things in a unique way."

After Luo Wu arrived, Wang Zheng said to him: "Send some tribesmen to escort Wu Yi and his companions to find the gathering place of the Ba people to see if those people are willing to join the imperial village, and let Wu Yi leave a classmate there.

Each county only needs two imperial manors at most. Everything is voluntary. There is no need to force yourself if you don’t want to. You will naturally be protected if you join an imperial manor.”