Succubus' Manor

Chapter 239

The life of becoming a king has not changed much, except that Chi Yan has lived in the palace, and now there are internal and external troubles. First, stabilize the situation in the Holy City. As for the Flanders, Kleist will take care of them.

Chi Yan doesn't have enough energy alone, but fortunately, Kleist can help him share it.

On the first day of living in the palace, Chi Yan re-planned the more important rooms. Before the ministers discussed things, they didn't have a fixed room or a seat. It was basically where the king was. They just went there and often talked with each other. Wang discussed as he walked, but as to whether he could negotiate to take it over, it was not certain.

Chi Yan booked a meeting room.

Then Juster selected some available people to organize and summarize the written materials.

In addition, Chi Yan also asked people to open the grain storehouse of the palace, and took out the grain, so that everyone in the city could come and get it.

The people's hearts must be stabilized first, not to mention that the poor dared to break into the palace just to push Chi Yan up, and they did it for their own benefit.

Of course Chi Yan would not treat them badly.

Considering that many homeless people cannot cook for themselves, they cannot be allowed to eat raw all the time. Since we want to do good deeds, we must do it to the end.

Chi Yan summoned Ryan.

"Let someone find a few big pots, and cook them outside the palace, and let the homeless come and pick them up." Chi Yan was worried that Ryan would only find a few pots if he said a few pots, so he said carefully, "Ten dozen Mouth, more than [-] mouthfuls, the more the better."

Ryan has a solid eye, he nodded quickly: "Yes, Your Majesty."

After Ryan left, Chi Yan touched the back of his head. He felt that the word Your Majesty was too strange for him, and he was not used to it.

However, Chi Yan quickly put this title behind him, and he began to write the next plan on paper. First, he stabilized the holy city and repelled the Flanders. Call them all to the holy city, whether it is by shouting or by force, they must get all the nobles here, and then he will send his own people to take over. Every city must leave a garrison and fill it locally. Soldier.

The number of garrisons does not need to be too large, as long as they can deter locals and officials.

If this process is fast, it will take one year, and if it is slow, it will take five years.

Still have a lot of time in Chi Yan.

And then there's the infrastructure, the roads -- it's about creating jobs and giving the poor people jobs.

The next step is to develop national power, promote education, and select officials.

In the beginning, it was definitely not possible to rely on examinations to select officials, because now only the rich and powerful can read and write. Now that the imperial examinations are released, it will open the door for the rich and powerful.

The first batch of officials is very important, they must be his supporters, he can't choose a bunch of dignitaries who will oppose him everywhere and speak with the rules of the past,

So for this group of officials, Chi Yan was going to let the common people choose them by themselves, and then come to the holy city for short-term training, to get rid of their ignorance, and go straight to work.

But first of all, there is the problem of roads. If they don’t build roads, they can’t do anything. There is a high probability that these low-level officials will die on the road, or they will be young when they walk, and they will be middle-aged when they reach the holy city.

That scene is so sour to think about.

Chi Yan set a five-year plan for himself. The five-year plan is to take back the town from the nobles and build roads.

Officials can first directly select two from the local officials to supervise each other.

At that time, it will be enough to look at the performance of various places.

But the leader must be Chi Yan's.

After reading the five-year plan, Chi Yan felt that he had written it in a fairly detailed manner. For light industry and heavy industry, let's go to the back row. First solve the problem of food, and then solve the problem of accommodation.

Chi Yan felt like he was opening up wasteland.

A country is indeed different from several cities, and it is more difficult to develop, but this makes Chi Yan even more motivated.

It was as if he had finally passed a level and entered a wider world.

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"Crue!"

The tramps got up early in the morning, and Crewe eagerly followed his friends to the palace.

When they went to the Relief House yesterday, the people from the Relief House told them outside the door that these homeless men who were queuing up would not be crowded in the Relief House from tomorrow onwards. His Majesty ordered an iron pot to be set up outside the palace to cook for them. Gooey.

Although they desperately want to have a job, buying is more important than working to fill their stomachs.

"Did you bring the bowl?" the friend asked Crewe.

Crewe nodded: "Take it!"

What he brought was a tattered earthenware bowl, which he had asked for knocking on doors from door to door.

After all, no matter how broken the pottery bowl is, as long as it can still be used, no one will throw it away.

They walked hard in the snow.

When they were about to reach the palace, they had already seen a white hot mist from a distance. The mist was floating upwards, and although it disappeared soon, even just looking at it would make people feel warm.

It was as if they had drunk their mush and warmed their bodies.

Although there is food in the relief center, the food in the relief center is also limited. After more and more people, everyone will get a thin paste. If you are full with water, you will not starve to death, but it is not as good as full. One hundred and eight thousand miles.

When Crewe and the others arrived, there was already a long queue outside the palace. There were 26 pots in total. This was a pot they had never seen before. It seemed to be an iron pot, but it was made very deep, like a long barrel. You could tell it at a glance. Can hold a lot of things.

The tramps quickly selected the team that they thought had the fewest numbers.

Crewe's stomach kept growling, and the friend in front of him held the bowl and smiled: "I hope I can eat something dry today."

Crewe licked his lips and touched his stomach: "Just a dry bite."

The person in the line next to him said, "It's even better than that! Just now I saw the battered food, which is almost the same as dry food! Besides beans and wheat bran, there's also wheat!"

The newcomers all exclaimed.

"Master Chi Yan is better."

"You shouldn't be called an adult! You should be called Your Majesty! Your Majesty is always thinking about us poor people!"

"I heard that His Majesty will find us jobs!"

"Is there such a good thing??"

"Don't you know? Wright, you should know, right? Now that Wright has been appointed by His Majesty, he is now an official of His Majesty!"

"I know! Isn't he the chief of the poor?"

"That's right! He's not an aristocrat! He hasn't read a book either, he can do it!"

The more they talked, the hotter they felt. How dare they expect this before?In the past, they could only hope that they would not starve or freeze to death, but now they all began to hope that they could become officials like Wright in the future.

Even if it's just to be in charge, that's fine!

The manager can live in a big house!

Only Krue turned a deaf ear to it, and he is now preoccupied with when he will be scheduled.

Because there is always a limit to a pot of glutinous rice, it must be added after it is filled, so the rice is cooked quickly when it is cooked, but it has to be cooked again after it is filled.

It doesn't have to be overcooked, but it has to be able to enter the mouth.

Finally it was Crewe's turn. Crewe handed the bowl over, only to find that the hand holding the bowl was much thinner than his. Crewe looked up and saw a woman's face that was not very pretty but had a bright smile.

While cooking for him, the woman said, "Go over there and eat it. Eat it when it's cold. Don't burn your tongue."

Crewe swallowed, he lowered his head, he didn't want the woman to notice that he was blushing, but he let it go immediately, his face was too dirty, even if it was blushing, the other party couldn't see it.

The woman handed him the bowl full of batter: "Go."

Crewe took it in silence, and then went to the side with the bowl.

Those who make a good meal squat here and gobble it up.

Crewe found a place with few people. He was afraid that someone would snatch it. After squatting down, he grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth.

Fortunately, the weather is cold now, and the surface layer was already almost cold when it was served, and this bite did not burn Crewe.

He lowered his head and gagged one mouthful after another.

When my friend came over with a bowl, Crewe had almost finished it.

Crewe wanted to go to the queue again.

In order to eat an extra bowl of rice, and to see that woman more.

He didn't have any extravagant hopes in his heart, such a woman would look down on him, and all he could do was to look at her more.

Friend: "You go, I'll go too after eating."

On this day, Crewe lined up four times and ate four bowls of mush.

He is the one who eats the most. Even if the others are not too full, they will not queue four times. If they are too tired, three bowls are enough, at least the stomach is warm.

After a person is full, his body is also warm.

They put away their bowls and walked towards the residence together.

Homeless people now live in houses without owners. The houses left by those who ran or died have no owners and no one to manage them. They sleep on the ground after entering. A house can accommodate many homeless people. If the quality of the house is better, they will not have a little wind at night, and a group of people will not be able to freeze if they are crowded together.

When Crewe went to queue again the next day, the woman was still there, but this time when he was cooking, the woman said to him: "Don't leave after eating, adults have work to do for you."

Crewe looked at her in disbelief: "Really?"

The woman nodded: "Of course it is true. Your Majesty ordered it. You should thank Your Majesty."

Crewe looked ecstatic: "I'm going to have a job?"

The woman waved her hand: "Hurry up and eat, there are still people waiting behind."

Crewe left with the bowl in hand.

Sure enough, all the homeless people didn't leave this time.

A group of people came out from the side door of the palace, and now there is no loudspeaker, this group of people can only walk and shout: "Your Majesty needs someone to clear the snow on the street! Those who are willing to work come here! Arrange housing, give clothes, Regardless of two meals, besides the paste and cakes, there are sixty copper coins per month!"

The vagrants looked at each other, and in the next second they went crazy, running frantically towards the person shouting, lest if they went too slowly, there would be no seats for them.

Crewe was also running, and he had never been so fast in his life!

The snow on the side of the palace has been cleared, but sometimes there is a layer of ice under his feet. He fell a few times, and the most serious one caused a nosebleed, but he didn't even reach out to wipe it. There is nothing more important than work.

He is still young!He needs work!He can't be a bum forever!

This may be his only chance to change his destiny.

Soon all the people were gathered, and most of them were willing to work as snow sweepers except for those who really didn't want to do any work and just wanted to get relief.

Ryan had people counted.

A total of more than 300 people.

This number seems to be a lot, but it is not much in each street.

"You have to come here at dawn tomorrow morning. Clothes will be distributed to you, and someone will take you to your residence. Ten of you will be assigned to a room, and you will be assigned charcoal every day. You can keep warm when you return from work. It's warm, but when burning charcoal, you have to open the window a little, or you'll be suffocated inside, do you hear me clearly?"

The tramps shouted at the top of their voices: "Understood, my lord!"

Ryan continued: "Work hard, I used to be like you, and now I am His Majesty's personal servant."

The vagrants looked bewildered.

Ryan said proudly: "Because I am honest and loyal to His Majesty. I am not a smart person, but His Majesty is still willing to use me. As long as you are as honest and loyal as me, you can too."

Tramps: "..."

Is he encouraging us, or boasting?

For a while, they couldn't tell the difference.