I am not Song Qinzong

So many people were eaten, how many people can eat people, there is no way to clean up.

The most important thing now is to repair the city, resume production, and lay a solid foundation for subsequent rule.

230 Six Horse City Civil

Macheng has been cleaned up, the streets are much cleaner, and all the bones have been transported out of the city for burial.

Fortunately, Liu Shunren's rebellion occurred in winter, and the cold temperature suppressed the germs, so there was no plague just now.

In front of the former Macheng County Yamen, more than a hundred soldiers each armed with knives and guns supervised the people queuing up.

There are a total of twenty teams, each with more than a thousand people.

At the front of the line, there are tables and benches.

They are all civil officials drawn from the army and temporarily serve as subordinate officials of the county government.

"Name." Guo Bao, a civil official, looked up at the people at the table and asked.

"Little man He San."

"Ethnicity?" Guo Bao asked again.

There was a trace of nervousness on He San's face, and he replied: "The villain is from Bohai."

"Well, remember, from now on, there will be no Bohai people, Khitan people, etc., only Song people."

As he spoke, Guo Bao wrote down the information in the account book, and wrote down his name, appearance and other information on a wooden sign.

Handing the wooden card to He San, Guo Bao said: "This is your identity card, you can hold it at any time in Macheng, and you may check it at any time.

In addition, from tomorrow onwards, you will have to show your ID card when receiving meals. If you don't have a card, you will be fined and punished, and the end will not be good. "

"The villain understands, the villain understands." He San hurriedly agreed, and carefully stuffed the wooden sign into his arms.

"Don't be in a hurry. After registration, go to the backyard of the county government office. There are people recruiting for work there. You can go and have a look." Guo Bao pointed out again.

"Thank you, Mr. Xiang, for your advice." He San thanked him.

Leaving here, He San thought for a moment, then walked towards the backyard.

Although I don't know what to do, it's good to see after all.

In the past few days, Song Jun has been giving out porridge, but only three bowls a day for each person. Of course, it is no problem to survive, but it is a luxury to eat enough.

And those who took the initiative to help Song Jun clean up the city had two bowls of porridge in the morning and evening, and a dry meal at noon, and they ate much better.

It is regrettable to say that when Song Jun cleaned up the city, he did not recruit people to help.

At that time, He San was going to help, but he hesitated for a while because he was afraid of the soldiers.

The result is that the bold and the timid starve to death, and those Han Chinese who went to help are full of food, while others can only watch helplessly.

Of course, race is also an issue here.

Although Song Jun treated the common people here equally, everyone was uncertain about the specific policies.

As for the Han people, of course there is nothing to worry about.

When we got to the backyard, there were already many people queuing up.

These people all received their ID cards in the morning.

The issuance of this brand is not first-come, first-served, but the number plate is given in advance.

He San was unlucky and was on the last day.

But it's not bad, you can see what's going on ahead.

At the front, several generals were sitting at the table, asking questions one by one.

In front of table No. [-], Liu Gang took a look at his ID card and asked, "Gu Da, what did you do before?"

"Master Jun, I used to be a blacksmith."

"Blacksmith? Really?"

"Indeed, I dare not lie to the military master."

"As a blacksmith, why didn't he evacuate with the Liao officials?"

"There are more than ten members of the villain's family, and there is really no way to leave." Gu Da showed frustration, and continued: "Damn Liu Shunren, there are only villains and grandsons left in the family."

This kind of family has been ruined, and everyone has seen too much, so they don't have the slightest pity.

"Since that's the case, are you willing to obey the call and become a military artisan?"

There was a trace of hesitation on Gu Da's face, and he asked: "It's okay to be a villain, but the grandson is only eight years old, if he stays at home, I'm afraid there will be accidents."

"Don't worry." Liu Gang said: "The prince ordered that schools be set up in the city, and all children under the age of 12 will be admitted for free, and children who are left unattended can be entrusted to the school.

It is convenient for you to work in the army, and for your grandson to go to school to learn to read and write. "

Reading and literacy is of course excellent, but its fundamental purpose is to restore Sinicization.

Although there are many Han people in Macheng, the official language is Khitan, and Han culture is no longer the mainstream.

This phenomenon is especially evident among the people.

Speaking Chinese and using Chinese characters is indeed the trend of the dignitaries, but it is not the choice of the people.

After all, ordinary people are running around for three meals, how can they care about what they say, and they have no chance to write Chinese characters.

Therefore, it is imperative to fully implement Chinese education.

The premise of stable rule is the unity of written language.

Seeing that Gu Da was still hesitating, Liu Gang said: "You don't have to hesitate, it's best to go to this school, not only your grandson, but you as well."

"Ah?" Gu Da didn't understand why.

"The prince ordered that after half a year, those who don't know the official language will be taxed by [-] renminbi, and after one year, [-] renminbi will be added, and the increase will be [-] renminbi in half a year. There is no upper limit." Liu Gang explained.

Mandarin, of course, is the prince's accent.

This is not compulsory, as long as you have money, you don't have to learn it.

Gu Da hesitated for a moment, then agreed.