The Nameless of the Common Clans

Three years have passed since spring and autumn, and it is already the fifth year of Zhongping.

Zang Hong has been very effective in governing Dangli, and his reputation is getting higher and higher. Chen Mo heard that the court has intended to transfer his teacher to the position of governor, but his teacher seems unhappy.

Chen Mo knows what Zang Hong is unhappy about. The Han Dynasty is becoming increasingly weak. Chen Mo can now clearly perceive this. The root cause is still the nobles and gentry.

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion three years ago, local gentry took the opportunity to build forts and absorb refugees, and these refugees are no longer on the Han Dynasty's household registration. In other words, the population on the household registration is now much different from the actual population of the Han Dynasty, while the court's taxes fall on the people on the household registration. The taxes are increasing year by year, and the people are suffering, but the court is actually helpless.

Chen Mo thought carefully, if he were in the court, what should he do?

We can only start with the nobles, but if we really move these people, I'm afraid there will be wars everywhere. After three years of precipitation and learning, Chen Mo is no longer the ignorant boy. He can actually see many problems clearly, but seeing them clearly does not mean that they can be solved.

In Chen Mo's eyes, the nobles have gradually become a cancer that destroys the foundation of the Han Dynasty. The people can't bear the heavy taxes. In the past three years, there have been rebellions almost every year, but the court cannot reduce taxes. There are signs of a shift in the local positions.

The teacher is already a little discouraged. Even if he is transferred to the post of governor, it is probably difficult to display his power. He is constrained everywhere. For the tax alone, he can only compromise with the local nobles.

What's more terrible is that the power of the governors in various places seems a bit heavy to Chen Mo. Now even the county magistrates can be appointed and dismissed, and most of these positions are held by local gentry.

You know, before the Yellow Turban Rebellion, county magistrates were assigned by the court. They were recommended by the local area to serve as officials, and then transferred to serve as county magistrates. They were generally not transferred to their hometowns. For example, Zang Hong was from Guangling and was transferred to Qingzhou. But now, county magistrates are directly selected locally and appointed directly without the court. This means that the court's control over the local areas is constantly declining.

What will happen next?

Chen Mo speculated several times, but it is difficult for things to develop in a good direction.

If the nobles and gentry are moved, there will be wars everywhere immediately, but if they are not moved, the Han Dynasty may be the next Zhou royal family, which will be hollowed out by the local area, and then what will happen next?

Will the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period start again?

Chen Mo, who was fishing by the river, silently called out the system gods.

Name: Chen Mo

Fate: 47

Luck: 36

Life skills: Farming lv8, Fertilizer making lv8, Memory lv9, Calligraphy lv9, Body building lv9, Bewitching lv5, Chess lv9, Painting lv9, Fishing lv5

Combat skills: Knife skills lv9, Spear skills lv9, Stick skills lv9, Sword skills lv9, Archery lv9, Horse riding lv9

Commander skills: Attack strategy lv3, Defense strategy lv3, Infantry commander lv5, Infantry formation lv6

Can be opened: Dream training camp

In three years, Chen Mo has entered the dream training camp sixteen times. In addition to skills, he has entered the dream battlefield more often. The improvement is naturally great, but these abilities do not seem to solve the current problems. The current problems of the Han Dynasty cannot be reversed by one person. Besides, he is not an official now, so what qualifications do he have to manage it?

There were footsteps behind him, and Juan'er's voice rang out: "Young Master, the master of the family is calling you back."

"Got it." Chen Mo stretched and stood up.

Fourteen-year-old Chen Mo was seven feet tall, with sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes. Although he was young, he was dressed in a black robe, and his gaze was full of divine light. He was heroic and fierce, like a powerful swordsman, but he also had a kind of elegance that swordsmen did not have.

"Young Master, you caught a lot of fish." Juan'er stepped forward consciously to help Chen Mo clean up the fish basket, and looked at the fish in the fish basket with an amazed face.

"Pretentious." Chen Mo tapped Juan'er's eyebrows. Speaking of it, Juan'er was two years older than him, but at this time, as Chen Mo grew taller, she really looked like a little girl standing next to Chen Mo.

Juan'er was exposed by Chen Mo, but she was not embarrassed. She just looked at Chen Mo carefully. After seeing that he was not really angry, she stuck out her tongue and followed Chen Mo with a smile.

Looking at the back of her own master, Juan'er thought of the time when he suddenly came to ask her about sex three years ago. At that time, the master was really naive, not as smart as he is now, as if nothing could be hidden from his eyes.

"What do you want? The road is over here!" Chen Mo's voice came from the front with a bit of helplessness.

Juan'er realized that she had walked out of the path unconsciously and almost ran into the river. Her pretty face was slightly red, and she lowered her head and trotted to catch up with Chen Mo.

Why does this maid feel more and more stupid?

Chen Mo looked at this cute and naive maid speechlessly. She was quite sensible at the beginning, but why did she always lose focus recently?

"Master, Master Tang and Master Xue came to visit today and brought a lot of gifts." Juan'er trotted behind Chen Mo and said.

Three months ago, Zang Hong recommended Chen Mo to the court as a Tongzilang, and his reasons were very sufficient. When Chen Mo was ten years old, he helped Qu Yang to defeat the Yellow Turban bandits. In the past three years, Chen Mo often led the Dangli County Guards to eliminate nearby bandits and made considerable contributions. In addition, Zang Hong had connections in the court, so letting Chen Mo go to Luoyang as a Tongzilang was an imperial decree issued by the general himself. Tang Yuan and Xue Yu were naturally envious. A few days later, Chen Mo was ready to set off.

"Let someone deliver these letters to them later." Chen Mo took out two envelopes from his arms and handed them to Juan'er with a smile.

"Sir, this is..." Juan'er asked curiously.

In fact, ordinary maids dare not talk to their masters like this, but Chen Mo is free and easy, not particular about details, and loves his personal maid very much, so Juan'er dares to be so nosy, which is not a good habit.

"A letter of thanks, and before leaving, invite them to a banquet, which is also considered to be a full care for the past four years." Chen Mo smiled and said, "Although these two people always do some nonsense, I don't know when I will see them again after this separation, and I feel a little reluctant."

Thinking of Tang Yuan's desire to join the Yellow Turban Army, but he was beaten by his father and couldn't get off the bed for a month, Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh. The group of people have done a lot of ridiculous things over the years. Now they have to part, and they are really reluctant.

"Sir, are we going to never come back?" Juan'er asked in surprise.

"It should be. Will you follow your mentor back to Sheyang? Or will you follow me to Luoyang?" Chen Mo nodded, then smiled and looked at Juan'er.

"Of course I will follow you." Juan'er almost blurted out, but then her pretty face blushed and she said, "Juan'er is your personal maid. Wherever you go, Juan'er will naturally follow you."

"Okay, Juan'er has been by my side all these years. If someone else were to change, it might be uncomfortable." Chen Mo nodded, without looking at Juan'er.

Juan'er pouted behind Chen Mo, then breathed a sigh of relief, and trotted along with Chen Mo to continue walking.

There is a crazy reader who I won't name here. He actually asked me to give up having children to write. Everyone, please judge, is this human talk? Is it so difficult to be a coder? Here, I want to protest