Long Xiang explained the statistics one after another, and everyone in the hall began to whisper among themselves.

"What's wrong?"

Long Xiang stopped midway.

Feng Zhong, on behalf of the generals, complained to Long Xiang with empty eyes:

"The soldiers are barely literate, let alone writing. It's easy for them to ask questions, but with so much content, I'm afraid they won't be able to remember it..."

"That's right."

Long Xiang thought of the widespread illiteracy in this era. The people at the bottom had almost no means to study, but management could not be done with just one mouth.

After thinking for a moment, Long Xiang compromised and said: "Then count the population and age first. There are two column leaders under the fire chief, so use them as well.

After sorting and summarizing, we will streamline and report those who can farm and fight. In addition, if there are those who can read and write, select them to write documents with me."

Long Xiang believes that managing Hefei is no different from managing projects. He only needs to coordinate and let his helpers implement specific matters.

If you are like Zhuge Liang and do everything in detail, you will probably be exhausted and unable to do it well in the end.

Feng Zhong quickly clasped his fists and reminded: "Yunqi, don't be too optimistic. How can anyone in Guizhou Province be able to study? I guess you can't find one in the whole city. I know you want to govern Hefei well, but there are not many people now, so you don't actually need paperwork.

It doesn’t matter, let’s not make it complicated..."

"This... I was careless..." Long Xiangwu shook his head.

"I used to serve as an adjutant to General Hao, and I can barely read and write some words. If I don't give up, I would like to share my worries with Marquis Qu..."

After Cao Xing came to Hefei, he realized that Long Xiang had set up such a big situation. If he wanted to stand out among his confidants, he must have special abilities.

Now that Long Xiang needed documents, Cao Xing decisively stepped forward to ask for help.

Long Xiang felt slightly comforted, nodded and affirmed: "Very good."

"inappropriate."

Feng Zhong suddenly raised objections, and all the generals in the hall looked at him.

Cao Xing had a question mark on his face, thinking to himself, even if you exclude me, an outsider, you don't need to be so obvious, right?

"No, I'm not saying that it's inappropriate for Chief Cao to share worries." Feng Zhong quickly denied it and then explained loudly:

"What I mean is that the title Yunqi Quhou is wrong. We have now separated from Yuan Shu. Even if Chief Cao does not want to call Yunqi Lord, he should use general or other honorifics instead."

"Lord? This is good, I will shout like this from now on." Tang Hui immediately stood up and agreed.

Long Xiang finally understood what Feng Zhong meant. It turned out that he was setting rules for Cao Xing, and he was also setting up a superior persona for himself.

Long Xiang didn't want to be the first person, so he interrupted: "Uncle Zhong, please don't do this, Uncle Wei. You are all my elders. How can my nephew He De be the lord? Don't mention this matter again..."

Tang Wei frowned and retorted: "Why should Yun Qi be humble? Then Yuan Shu dares to be the emperor, so what's the big deal with you being the lord?"

"Uncle Hui, be careful. Yuan Shu went against heaven and became emperor. Do you think his life is easy now? Don't put me on the fire."

hiss...

Tang Wei was convinced and immediately nodded and stood at Long Xiang's end.

"What Yun Qi said makes sense. It's right that we don't seek false reputations. However, what Old Feng said is also correct. It's really inappropriate to call you Qu Hou. It doesn't fit your current status at all."

Long Xiang walked around in place and suddenly had an idea.

"I used to be Yuan Shu's army Sima. How about you still call me Sima in the future?"

"Barely..."

Tang Wei scratched his head, looked at Feng Zhong and asked, "What do you think?"

Feng Zhong stroked his beard and nodded: "That's fine..."

Long Xiang immediately made the decision.

"Then it's settled. I will still lead the army as Sima, Uncle Zhong, Uncle Wei, and Cao Xing will be the Marquis of Qu. The ranks of the other generals and assistants will remain unchanged for the time being."

"Wei." All the generals responded in unison.

Long Xiang nodded with satisfaction and then assigned tasks to everyone.

Because apart from Long Xiang, Cao Xing was the only cultural person left in Hefei, so he did his duty and became the chief secretary of Sima.

The first thing Cao Xing did was to take charge of statistics and provide data support for Hefei's future development. Feng Zhong and Tang Yu were left to manage the people and the army.

Dozens of other officers, team leaders, and fire leaders fully cooperated with the work of the three Quhous.

It was almost dusk after Long Xiang finished deploying everything. Looking at the backs of the officers walking out of the hall one after another, he sighed that the grass platform team was finally formed.

Feng Zhong looked at the sky outside the palace and said to Long Xiang and the others:

"It's almost dinner time. Let's all go. The soldiers have divided their houses. Now each family has its own fire. No one is cooking here in the Marquis' Mansion. You all come to my house to eat."

Long Xiang looked at Cao Xing and thought for a while, then asked Feng Zhong: "I remember that there are more than 20 single soldiers. How to provide food for them?"

"Don't worry Yunqi, our rations will be distributed per person, and we will arrange a special restaurant for them to eat."

After Feng Zhong answered, he apologized to Cao Xing: "Master Cao, don't get me wrong. I wasn't targeting you just now. You will also come to my house for dinner in the future."

"That's annoying."

Cao Xing originally thought that Feng Zhong was making a fuss out of a molehill, but now that he saw that Feng Zhong was open-minded and selfless, the uncomfortable knot in his heart was instantly relieved.

Several people then rode on horseback and followed Feng Zhong towards the southwest. Taking advantage of the light of the setting sun, Long Xiang observed the scenery in the city as he walked.

Not long after, we arrived at a residential area, where smoke from cooking pots mixed with the aroma of rice drifted in the wind.

Feng Zhong's home is an ordinary house. There are four people at home, including his mother, wife and children. There are only some simple furniture in the house.

The cooked rice has been placed on the table, with steam rising from the basin and clean bowls stacked next to it.

Everyone scooped up water and washed their hands before returning to the main room. Feng Zhong pointed at the wooden rice basin and was very enthusiastic.

"Come on, come on, I asked my wife to cook more today. You have walked such a long way, so you must have a good meal. If you don't have enough, you can replenish it yourself."

Tang Wei stepped forward and joked: "I have been in the army for so many years, and I haven't eaten Xiaozao for a long time. I came to try my sister-in-law's cooking."

"Old Tang, please stop joking, what skills are needed to steam rice? It's a pity that the weather is getting colder now, and there are no vegetables and fruits available. If you had come a few months earlier, you would have had vegetables to eat. There are also a few people who are raising chickens to lay eggs. I am not good either.

I asked for it by force, and the wine was even gone..." Feng Zhong shook his head and sighed.

Tang Wei chuckled: "Actually, cooking skills are also tested. You know that the food in the camp is sometimes not cooked."

Long Xiang suddenly said with a serious face: "Don't worry, as long as we can defend Hefei City, everyone's life will be better. We will try our best to ensure that every family can eat meat, I promise."

"We believe in you, I'm here to help you."

After Tang Wei finished speaking, he scooped a full bowl for Long Xiang.

After a while, the room became dark.

Long Xiang and others took their rice bowls outside the door and ate in the last light of day.

Feng Zhong was afraid of exposing traces of life in Hefei, so he asked every household to light fewer lights at night and go to bed earlier.

Long Xiang stood outside the door and looked around, and found that the people were really obedient, and almost no one was lighting lights.

"Yunqi is really different. He also likes to use chopsticks when eating."

Feng Zhong and Long Xiang hadn't seen each other for a long time. When they saw each other using chopsticks to scoop rice into their mouths, they couldn't help but praise this characteristic.

At that time, chopsticks were only used to pick up vegetables, and to eat rice, you would hold it in your hands and put it into your mouth.

Long Xiang couldn't accept Asan-style dining. Seeing Feng Zhong and others eating happily, he suddenly smelled a very familiar smell.
Chapter completed!