Take the system to ancient times

In Kang County, there were already officers and soldiers maintaining order and clerks registering household registration who were arranging the future life of the refugees. Xinghe and the old scholar followed the refugees and formed a long line at the gate of the yamen.

The job of registering is not complicated, and it will be Xinghe's turn soon.

The little official asked without raising his head: "Name, your original place of origin in Xiliang, who will be your guarantor?"

Xinghe said: "My name is Liu Xinghe, from Liujia Village, a border city in Xiliang Kingdom."

The little official didn't stop the knife engraving on the bamboo slips, and interrupted impatiently without raising his head: "Which county is the border town from?"

The old scholar hurriedly chimed in and said, "He's from Shibali County, a border town. This kid hasn't been out of the house since he was a child, so he doesn't know many things."

It is not uncommon for children in this era not to know their specific place of origin. The little official is not surprised, and then engraved: "Who will be the guarantor? Children and elderly people only need one guarantor."

The old scholar said again: "The little old man and this child are mutual guarantees."

The little official hummed, and told Xinghe to go and wait, and then recorded the old scholar, but it turned out that the old scholar's name was Li Qing.

After the old scholar registered, Xinghe and the two were led by an officer to another room, pointing to many people in the room and said: "From now on, you will all be members of Xinghua Village, and those who guarantee each other will be considered as a family. Wait a little longer, when there are more than a hundred people, I will lead you to the village, and then someone will allocate land and houses for you, make road guides, and so on.”

Xinghe looked at the people in the room, because they lined up close together, they were all the people who followed them after Xinghe defeated the bastards. When he saw Xinghe and the old scholar, he habitually gave them a friendly and even slightly flattering smile.

The officer and soldier also discovered this, and Xinghe didn't hide the fact that he defeated seven or eight gangsters by himself.The officers and soldiers looked Xinghe up and down in surprise, and said: "I can't tell, Mr. Xiaolang is very capable. In the future, Mr. Xiaolang will grow up and he can come to our army to join the army."

It soon filled up to a hundred people, and there was one more person because of mutual bondage to be counted as a family relationship.After lunch, the officers and soldiers led one hundred and one people to Xinghua Village.

In Xinghua Village, there were already fifteen small officials waiting, because the guides are the most important and troublesome to make, and ten of them were for the guides that Xinghe cared about.

To record Luyin, you need to make a special bamboo board that can last for ten years. In addition to engraving the name, place of birth, date of birth, and family relationship of the owner of the road with a knife on the bamboo board, you also need to record the person's personal information in detail. The body shape and facial features are then painted on the lettering with paint.There are two copies of such road guides, one for individuals and one for government records. If lost, changed name or major changes in physical appearance such as disfigurement, disability, etc., they need to be replaced in time, and all road guides need to be replaced every ten years. Replace with a new one.

Before burning the guide, all the refugees washed their faces first, and Xinghe's appearance aroused everyone's amazement.The old scholar obviously didn't expect Xinghe to be so delicate, and his expression couldn't help showing the same astonishment as others.Fortunately, the officers, soldiers and petty officials on the side were the same as everyone else, and no one noticed him. Xinghe tucked his pen into his sleeve and pasted a piece of spring mud, and the old scholar put away his expression in shock.

Xinghe played the game back then and made Zhengtai look pretty, especially when he was still young, when he was indistinguishable from male and female, if he hadn't made it clear about his gender, the staff at Keluyin would have regarded him as a girl.

With a good face, the little official treated him much better, with a smile on his face.After Lu Yin was done, Xinghe carefully put away his share, heaving a sigh of relief.

——The goal is achieved, and he is finally a person with status!

After the road guide was completed, another small official came over and asked them to elect the village chief.Refugees, look at me and look at you. Although there are waves of suffering brothers and sisters coming over the road, after all, everyone in the border town is not from the same village. Even most of them don’t know each other because they look familiar with each other along the way. How to recommend?

The clerk obviously knew this too. Seeing that the refugees were not paying attention, he pointed to the three old men who were older and in good health among the refugees and asked, "Which of the three old men can read?"

The old scholar stood up: "Little old man was Mr. Private School before."

The little official was amused when he saw it, he was the most energetic of the three, he also had a kind face, and he was a private school teacher.

"Then this old man will be the village chief, do you have any opinions?"

Everyone shook their heads hastily, didn't they see that Xiao Lang who could beat seven or eight bastards next to the old scholar was looking at them with a smile?Although the smile is quite pretty, why do you feel so cautious and panicked?

The little official asked again: "Do you have any skills? For example, this old man (pointing to the old scholar) can teach. If anyone is a carpenter girl or something, come and register with me. Some of them have outstanding abilities. At some point, the city lord may transfer him to the city. Even if he really doesn’t have any skills, it’s fine if he thinks his land is particularly good.”

Even if the refugees just arrived, they knew that it would be better to be transferred to the city by the city lord than to live in the village, so they signed up one after another.Nearly half of the hundred and one people had a skill, and two of them really said that they were particularly good at farming, and they were the other two old men who had been pointed out by the little official together with the old scholar.

Xinghe also registered for the martial arts meeting, the little official looked at Xinghe's small arms and legs, and said that he was messing around, but he couldn't scold him when he looked at his face.Fortunately, the refugees he had helped testified to him, and they told Xinghe's heroic deeds of "the little boy who beat the seven bastards alone", Xinghe's ears were slightly red, almost embarrassing.

Well, at this time, it's better to just smile.

After finishing the registration, the little official made a count, frowned and said, "Is there no doctor?"

These refugees came late, and Xinghua Village is far away from the city. If there is no doctor in the village, it is really inconvenient to go to the city to get medicine for any serious or minor illness.

Although Xinghe has the skill of Wanhualijing, relying on spring mud and holding needles, he insisted on recuperating the old scholar's body on the way to escape.But firstly, Wanhua's skills are too heaven-defying to be used casually, and secondly, at least judging from the effect of the two skills he can use on the old scholar, his skills are mostly used for conditioning the body. , enhance the body's immunity, and can make people survive the disease.

At this time, the old scholar stood up again and said: "The little old man has read two medical books, and he has seen the children in private schools before, but he is not a professional after all."

The bystanders exclaimed again: "I have read medical books!"

Anyway, I am also an old scholar. Is it strange that I read two medical books by the way when I was studying?

Xing Hezheng didn't know why, so he heard the little official say: "Sir, why should you be humble? The barefoot doctors in the countryside only know some folk remedies, and even the doctors in the big pharmacies in the city mostly pass it down from master to student. How many people among us are lucky enough to have read it? Why didn’t you tell me earlier about your master’s ability?”

Even the name has changed.

Looking at the old scholar, Xinghe felt somewhat amused, and thought to himself: This old scholar seems to be a person with a story.

In this way, the old scholar is the village head, the doctor, and the private school teacher. When the small official distributes the houses and fields to the refugees, he must distribute the largest house and the best field to the old scholar Xinghe.However, the old scholar felt that the two of them, the young and the young, could not plant so much land, so they declined half of the land, but the big house did not refuse.

After all, the old scholar is both a doctor and a private school teacher, so he has a big yard that needs to be used.

After dividing the house and property, the petty officials told them in a very proud and adoring tone that they were exempted from taxes and corvee for three years in exchange for being the prime minister to write to the emperor, and the refugees cheered loudly.

The petty official waited until the crowd calmed down, and distributed food, cloth, various utensils and seeds to each household according to the hair of each person.

Although it was midsummer at this time, there were also crops grown in summer in the Yong Dynasty. Although they could not be used as staple food, they were very easy to survive when planted, and it was most suitable for relief in disaster years.Listening to the little official's description, it was the Prime Minister Ren Gongren who discovered it again. Xinghe felt that if this Prime Minister Ren was not born to be a sage who was destined to turn the tide in Dayong, he must also be a time traveler.

As soon as the affairs were finished, the official finally left, and the refugees walked into their future homes one after another.

Xinghe settled the old scholar, and cleaned the house first.After all, the old scholar couldn't watch a ten-year-old kid work by himself without helping, but Xinghe didn't let him intervene. The old scholar couldn't screw him, so he had to go to the kitchen to make a dinner.

The small official only distributed oil, salt, rice noodles, and no vegetables. The old scholar was tired after a busy day, so he only spread out two large pancakes.Xinghe was fast, and when the old scholar finished dinner, the house was almost cleaned up, and the two of them ate with plain water.

The old scholar was too tired to take a rest early, Xinghe couldn't sleep, got up and went to the yard, vaguely heard the sound of someone crying, and heard someone whispering persuasion, only then did he realize that the crying person was mourning the family members who died on the road , I finally settled down and was extremely happy, so mixed, and finally I can only express it with crying.

There were more and more crying like this, but no one burst into tears, and it gradually dissipated after a while.

Looking at the smoke still rising from the village, Xinghe felt a lot of emotions in his heart, but he couldn't tell what he was feeling.

Life settled down, and another ten days later, when every household in the village planted the seeds that had been handed out, another small official came to the village to distribute tools according to the personal skills recorded at that time.The old scholar received a set of silver needles in a medicine box and a few books carved on bamboo slips, and Xinghe and the few children in the village began to learn from the old scholar.

Xinghe has become a family because of mutual guarantee with the old scholar. Although he did not follow the old scholar's surname Li, he changed his name to Grandpa.The old scholar was very kind when he taught other children, but he was like a different person to Xinghe. Not only did he not ask his grandfather to be more tolerant to him because of Xinghe, but he was extremely strict.

Xinghe was not angry either, he knew that the old scholar was strict with him because he saw that he was learning so fast and cherished his talents.

Speaking of which, although Xinghe is an adult in his late thirties at heart, he is naturally quick to learn characters, but such clever students and old scholars have seen a lot, and he doesn't take it seriously. Even the little one who studied with Xinghe In Langjunli, there is also a man whose literacy progress is almost the same as his.

What amazes the old scholar is Xinghe's ability of "photographic memory".