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Since the auction ended, Wang Xuance has come to Yangjiaping to be responsible for registering and measuring houses.

"Young Master, Yang Jiaping's houses have been registered and can be moved in at any time." Wang Xuance's expression could not hide his fatigue.

Although Xue Rengui is also very capable, his strength is in marching and fighting. He is really not as good as Wang Xuance in these things.

However, the two of them were responsible for Yang Jiaping's affairs, both literary and military affairs, and they also met each other more.

In a few days, Wang Xuance, who looked a lot thinner, said worriedly:

"Xuance, you must put your body first, pay more attention to rest, if you are exhausted, I will feel at ease."

After all, talent is rare, and it will be a big deal if you are exhausted. And when you see this guy, he is a desperate type of Saburo.

In fact, it is not Wang Xuance for this. He measures the land and recruits workers... He does everything himself and has no help, so the workload is definitely large.

It doesn’t matter to Wang Xuance. Although he is a little tired, he is at least affirmed and has lived a fulfilling life.

But soon he remembered his purpose, so he said anxiously: "Young Master's grace, how can Xuan Ce not do anything to do? But the young master will go with me immediately, otherwise there may be a big problem."

Yang Fan asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's not that the recruitment of workers and guards is that there are too many people who want to join the guard team. Ce is afraid that it will cause riots," Wang Xuance replied with a wry smile.

...

There is a flat area on the east side of Yangjiaping. There is a high platform built here, and there is a large flat open space in front.

This was originally a base planned to be used for training and escorts, but now it is a temporary registration point, but at this time there are crowds of people in the open space, some of whom were full of joy, while others were full of sorrow.

The reason for this hotness is that the workshop has to recruit workers and guards, and the treatment is incredible.

A man first said to the person beside him: "Is this true? The workshop requires so many people? And the wages are so high?"

"Didn't you see a large workshop over there? But I heard that being selected as a guard would be free to eat and clothing." A sharp-eyed man pointed to the workshop in the distance and replied.

"I don't think it's possible to have such a high salary when entering the workshop, and have a house to live in, let alone be a guard who can divide the land..." The older one next to him looked disbelief.

"Don't believe it. I think it's 80% true. I just don't know if I can be selected. Didn't you hear that Zhongyi Bo in Wannian County bought all the nearby fields at a high price? Zhongyi Bo himself didn't farm. Why did he want so much field?" At this time, a villager who seemed to have a lot of insider said in a low voice.

"If Zhongyi Bo does not farm, he can give it to his tenant farmers, or hire people to farm. How could he be willing to give so much land to others? Besides, he has five stags of wages a month, and he doesn't even work in the court." The man just now continued to retort.

"At first glance, you don't know what kind of person Zhongyi Bo is. Do you know? He is a charitable man. When the smallpox plague was flooding, for the safety of the villagers, he not only helped the villagers in Baishui Village to prevent smallpox and exempted the villagers from taxes for three years. In addition, he also opened a shop to help nearby villagers who were suffering from the smallpox plague. Can such people be false to speak? Besides, I have a relative in Baishui Village. The news was what he told me. If it weren't for the delay, I would have come yesterday." The young man with insider news looked regretful.

"That's right, Bo Zhongyi said nothing, would he still lie to us? I came from Xinfeng County and was arranged to live in that row of houses last night. It's so comfortable. It would be great if there was one." A silly boy next to him interrupted with yearning when he heard their conversation.

...

For a moment, everyone talked about it, of course this was just a small microcosm.

Although some people still doubt it, they are more expecting it.

In an era when you can’t even have enough food, no one wants a good life, and no one wants three meals a day. You should know that three meals a day are enjoyed by dignitaries and nobles. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, no one will give up such an opportunity.

It turned out that Yang Fan stipulated that anyone who entered the workshop could receive at least five stagnant of wages per month if he completed the task and had a house.

Those who were selected as guards can also be distributed to fields in addition to better benefits. Of course, these fields are not given to them immediately, but are only given after a certain period of service.

In ancient times, land was a hard currency and could be passed on to future generations, so of course there were endless people coming to enlistment and guards.

Hearing everyone's comments, Wang Xuance looked at Yang Fan carefully. When Yang Fan first explained to him, it was difficult to believe whether the young master was too prodigal.

With such generous conditions, he wanted to apply for the election, and he persuaded Yang Fan several times, but it was ineffective.

But Yang Fan ignored what others think. As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people. If you eat, no one will be able to work hard for you.

In ancient times, what was the great principle of serving the country and the people? If you don’t even know a single big word, you won’t care about so many of you.

Only real money and silver are the most realistic. Of course, Yang Fan also wants to tie them to his own chariot.

Seeing so many people on the training ground, Yang Fan couldn't help but frown, which was several times more than he expected.

Many people have yellow faces and thick clothes and linens. They are obviously poor, but Yang Fan cannot keep them all. After all, he is not a philanthropist and has no obligation. It seems that he can only choose the best candidates to be admitted.

"Then how to choose? There are no instruments for measuring physical fitness now." Yang Fan couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

Looking at the training grounds that were almost the size of three football fields in front of me, my eyes lit up. It seemed that I could only use the most primitive method. When Xue Rengui whispered to Wang Xuance next to me, he jumped onto the platform.

Looking at the dense heads below, Yang Fan was a little nervous. This was the first time in his two lives that he was pretending to be in front of thousands of people, and his heart was pounding.

Could it be that I am strong in my physical fitness now and I am really afraid that my heart will jump out. Fortunately, I have some knowledge in my previous life and have seen many big scenes, otherwise my legs would have been weak now.

While walking up the center of the platform, he adjusted his breathing and forced himself to calm down.

Perhaps it was because the psychological hints I gave me were enough, or perhaps it was because the knowledge accumulated in my previous life turned into concentration. When I reached the center of my life, Yang Fan gradually calmed down.

Only then did I realize that the superstars who were at concerts of tens of thousands of people in their previous lives were not as relaxed as they imagined, and they must have done a lot of effort behind them.

Putting aside the young and handsome guys who rely on their faces to make a living, the superstars who are good at literary and martial arts have real knowledge. Think about those generals who can command thousands of troops, none of them are simple people.

As Xue Rengui and Wang Xuance lifted the stone pier up, Yang Fan introduced himself and directly announced the selection rules.

The examination items set up this time are very simple, with only three items: age, running, and lifting stone piers.

Only those between the ages of 15 and 25 can run for the election, and only more than 2,000 people have been screened.

Next, we tested our endurance and strength, and in the end more than 1,200 people were left.

Looking at the last more than a thousand people left under the high platform, many of them still had a hint of childishness on their faces, Yang Fan knew that these people would become his reliance in the Tang Dynasty.
Chapter completed!