The front hall is completely decorated in the Ming style, with several calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls, one of which is orchid, which is elegant and calm out in just a few strokes.

The official on the left and the gentry on the right are Fang Xing.

Qian Ying sat down on the left first, and then said something like the local officials and gentry were loyal to the Ming Dynasty.

This kind of cliché is naturally not nutritious. If it were usual, these officials and gentry would probably travel outside the territory.

But today they were listening carefully to Qian Ying's words, looking at Fang Xing from time to time, with curiosity in their eyes, but more fearful.

“…This year’s copper and iron production is one percent higher than last year.”

After Qian Ying finished reporting, he looked at Fang Xing with a smile.

Most of the officials were from the Central Plains, while the gentry was just the opposite, they were all local.

Fang Xing glanced at the gentry and said, "North Korea has become more and more stable in recent years. Your Majesty and the court have very much appreciated your role. Therefore, Your Highness and Benbo were going south, but they still came across the sea just to show you on behalf of Your Majesty."

These are clichés, but a gentleman stood up suddenly, then knelt down in the direction of the capital and shouted: "Long live your Majesty!"

There were tears in his eyes, and the remaining gentry knelt down and shouted.

Fang Xing saw the officials' surprise, which shows that the gentry was not so excited in the past.

He raised his hand and said, "Your Majesty knows your loyalty, so he is preparing to restart the imperial examination locally this year."

"Long live your Majesty!"

The gentry suddenly burst out with greater enthusiasm, and some people actually burst into tears and were so excited that they could not help themselves.

Since being classified as the governor's office, the imperial examination has not been held here because of the constant screening, which has caused many locals to complain that they have been treated differently.

The imperial examination is to be an official!

If you can't become an official, why do you still study hard?

The action of clearing the land of gentry also spread here, but it only emitted rumors and was not immediately implemented.

This is a matter of considering the people's hearts.

The people are often ignorant, and as a middle class, the gentry monopolizes the right to speak, which can easily despise people, spread rumors, and amplify certain fears.

So Qian Ying has been patient.

But now he obviously doesn't want to hold it up.

Fang Xing, the murderous devil, came to North Korea. If he didn't take action at this time, then when would he wait!

So he stood up and smiled and said, "You are so talented, I will definitely be able to win the toad palace."

"Thank you, sir."

The gentry stood up to wipe the tears, but the atmosphere of joy gradually began to emanate.

How many people can study in North Korea? The gentry present could easily get over them by more than a dozen streets, regardless of their knowledge or knowledge.

So once the provincial examination is reopened in North Korea, it is almost prepared for them.

Qian Ying said as if he didn't know these things: "Last year, the court ordered all places to clean up and contribute, and I took it on my shoulders. At least I had collected more food for a year, but this year it was not possible."

His previous words were somewhat suspicious of winning people's hearts, but Fang Xing was unmoved.

He was watching the joy disappear in an instant and watching the gentry look at Qian Ying in disbelief.

"grown ups……"

Someone wanted to argue, but when he glanced at Fang Xing, sitting upright on his head, his eyes narrowed slightly, he immediately took back his words.

This person is going to kill someone!

So the atmosphere in the front hall became awkward.

No one spoke, and these gentry were in a dilemma.

They were the group of people who decisively voted to the Ming Dynasty. As a reward, they got a lot of benefits.

Now that the fields are to be taken back in the court, then... how can you live?

But Fang Xing sat there drinking tea, but they did not dare to speak out.

It will be a bit uncomfortable to throw away those extra fields, but if you don’t throw them away, you will probably lose your life.

Everyone glanced at him from time to time. Seeing that he was still calm, they felt more and more panicked in their hearts.

"Of course, that should be."

A gentleman agreed first, but his face seemed to have half a pound of bitter water, and it was so painful.

So everyone agreed and the atmosphere seemed to have returned to harmony.

Fang Xing said: "Nine out of ten of the world have cleared the offer, and only North Korea and Yingzhou are still watching. How can Your Majesty feel at ease with these two places? This year's imperial examination is probably too late. Let's start again next year, county examination, government examination, and provincial examination. Then those with both moral integrity and talent will ascend to the capital. I will congratulate you here."

Suddenly, the gentry's eyes became hot, and there seemed to be a few more suns in the front hall.

Fang Xing nodded slightly, then left without saying hello.

Qian Ying said with a smile: "This is your Majesty's gift, and there will be no barriers here from now on."

The restructuring of the North Korean government has not been long, and the original pattern is still missed by some people. Perhaps when they encounter opportunities, they will come out to try what God will do.

When Qian Ying was sent to North Korea as the governor, Zhu Zhanji personally spoke to him, making him stare at the old and young people.

So Qian Ying's main job in several years is to appease and suppress.

The suppression is naturally inseparable from the Jinyiwei and the East Factory. Qian Ying glanced at the gentleman who had been developed into the inner line of the Jinyiwei, and then he hated them, and then they dispersed.

After leaving this house, the gentry bowed each other and walked together intimately, probably looking for a place to discuss it secretly.

"As soon as an imperial examination... we have few scholars here, and most of the original backgrounds were ruined by the rebellion that year, so we have a great grasp of the provincial examination."

In a private room in a restaurant, two gentry closed the door, and even called their followers to stare at them, not allowing anyone to approach.

A gentleman with sharp eyes stretched out his index finger and stood up on his mouth, then quietly opened the window, and suddenly leaned out to check left and right.

Another man had a bit gray hair, and he teased: "Mingren don't care much about us now. Why are you doing so in a panic?"

The window was closed, and the gentleman came back and sat down, saying, "Be careful, that demon god is here, think about the fire that year, who put it?"

The gray-haired gentleman shook his head and said, "It's all over, and the dead cannot be resurrected, so you still remember what you do."

The gentry with sharp eyes said, "You are all confused by the copper coins thrown by the demon god, stupid!"

The gray-haired gentry sneered, "Who doesn't know that there will be a meeting and a palace examination after the provincial examination? But don't forget that if the Ming people want to be safe here forever, we are the power that cannot be ignored. So when we go to the imperial examination, the possibility of passing the imperial examination is higher than that of the Ming people. Think about the north and south list of those days. Emperor Taizu Gao was an old lion, and he killed people without blinking, but he still had to compromise. Do you understand?"

The sharp-eyed gentleman shook his head slightly and said, "That demon god will revenge. Do you know how unlucky the Burmese are?"

"have no idea."

"This is the news from the merchant. The demon god passed by the coast there for a few days last time, and then was assassinated..."

"Is it funny?"

Seeing his companion smiling, the gentry with sharp eyes said coldly: "God knows whether the assassination is true or false, but then the Burmese lost their brains."

The North Korean gentry claimed to be North Korea's brain, so the gray-haired man was immediately frightened.

"It's been a few years, and the Burmese side is said to be very stable. Why did he come so far?"

"Some people say they have a grudge, but they can't find it."

"This person is extremely forbearing and has no one to grasp the timing, so we..."

The man with sharp eyes suddenly turned his ears and raised his glass.

The two of them drank a glass of wine, and someone said outside the door later: "Master, someone is fighting, and now they are being persuaded to stop."

The two of them were relieved after hearing this. The man with sharp eyes lowered his voice and said, "Now the wise man is at its peak. Whoever dares to rise up is a fool. Don't do such stupid things, otherwise we will break up in the future!"

His companion pointed to his gray hair and said, "If you don't go, I have children and daughters at home, and my son is smart. Now I want to get more benefits from the Ming people. When the children will be stable in the future, my family will become a master of the Ming Dynasty in three generations, so I will die with peace of mind."
Chapter completed!