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"A county magistrate is just an ordinary person."

Song wiped his sweat and simply ordered, "Don't just stand there, bring the container over, let's check the weight again."

Xiao He followed her around, running back and forth, feeling a mix of emotions.

I advised him several times that these trivial tasks could be left to his subordinates, and that adults didn't need to do them themselves.

But Song always just said it was nothing.

Xiao He knew very well that if he sent ordinary officials down, the people would be obedient on the surface, but they would definitely resent it in their hearts, feeling that the court was just making trouble for the people again.

But now the county magistrate personally takes charge, rolls up his sleeves and works alongside everyone to adapt to the new regulations, patiently teaching and carefully helping. Even if the people still feel a little awkward, they simply can't find fault or get angry.

Not only did he do it himself, Song also made clear arrangements for everyone in the county government.

"Xiao He, go to the east of the city to distribute copper rulers and answer the people's questions."

"Cao Shen, go to the countryside and hang up the standard wooden signs. If you encounter any villagers who don't know how to use them, patiently teach them properly."

"Xiahou Ying, you know the most about carriages and horses. Go and coordinate with carriage dealers and farmers to explain the new standards regarding the standardization of carriage tracks, the modification of axles, and the replacement of wheels."

There is a clear division of labor, everyone has something to do, and everything is managed.

Xiao He had been running around all day, and his legs were so tired that they were weak, but he felt extremely at ease.

The implementation of new regulations would normally be most likely to provoke public resentment, but Lord Song used the simplest, most tiring, yet most effective method to quietly resolve the conflict.

The people have discerning eyes; they can tell who truly cares for them.

They know perfectly well who's putting on airs and fooling people.

Everywhere you look, people are praising it.

"In all my years, I've never seen such a down-to-earth official."

"In the past, county magistrates always traveled by sedan chair or horse, never getting a speck of dirt on them. Why would they work alongside us?"

"Look at Lord Song, covered in dust and sweat, yet he doesn't seem to mind the dirt or the fatigue."

"Our Pei County is incredibly lucky to have encountered such a good official!"

When these rumors reached Song Ye's ears, he didn't take them to heart at all.

She was used to working at the grassroots level in her previous life.

Serving the people sincerely is never about shouting slogans, but about setting aside airs, getting down to earth, and standing with the people.

......

After working for more than half a month, the new regulations in Peixian County have finally been successfully implemented.

Although some elderly people still use old rulers and measuring tools in private, in public, whether doing business or handling official business, they have basically switched to the unified new standard.

Disputes over size and weight have decreased significantly in the market, making buying and selling fairer and easier, and business has become even better than before.

The standardization of train tracks is also progressing steadily.

Xiahou Ying, accompanied by a group of knowledgeable people about carriages and horses, went door-to-door to provide guidance, teaching people how to modify axles and replace wheels. He repaired and modified as much as possible to prevent people from wasting money.

For items that are truly impossible to modify, we will also help find cost-effective replacements to minimize the burden on everyone.

The unification of written language is one thing that cannot be rushed.

Song did not force the people to learn Qin script. He only had Xiao He set up simple literacy points in various villages. Anyone who wanted to learn new characters could come at any time and participate voluntarily. There was absolutely no coercion.

As the days go by, Peixian, this small county town, is quietly and slowly changing.

There were no earth-shattering changes, only a gentle, subtle influence.

The roads are becoming smoother, the streets and markets are becoming more standardized, and buying and selling are becoming fairer.

The public's resistance to the new policies gradually dissipated.

Even though many people still verbally resisted and refused to admit defeat, they had already obediently started using the new ruler, the new measuring cup, and the new scale.

That night, after washing up, Song lay down on the couch and habitually opened his system panel.

A semi-transparent light curtain appeared.

She was slightly taken aback.

Current task progress: 1%

"So this method really works," she muttered to herself.

There's still a little bit left, but it's okay...

Great undertakings always begin with dreams and are accomplished through hard work.

......

Autumn arrived in the blink of an eye, and it was harvest time.

The people of Pei County had been looking forward to this day all summer.

Half of them were filled with anticipation, and the other half with trepidation. Everyone wanted to see if Magistrate Song's new method of using manure as fertilizer would actually work.

Uncle Wang was the first in the village to take action.

Before dawn, he would carry his gleaming sickle to the fields, bend down, cut, and harvest—movements he had performed his entire life, so familiar with that they were second nature.

But as he was cutting, Uncle Wang suddenly realized something was wrong.

The millet ears are so heavy this year.

In previous years, the grain in the fields was sparse and the stalks were thin and weak; it would take half a day to harvest and gather a single bundle.

This year is completely different; every stalk of grain is growing strong and upright, with heavy ears of grain hanging down, causing the stalks to bend slightly.

Before long, a thick layer of golden ears of grain had piled up behind them.

Uncle Wang stopped what he was doing, straightened his aching back, turned to look at his own field, then looked at the crops of his neighbor next door, and froze on the spot.

His millet seedlings were more than half a head taller than those next door, and the ears of millet were long and full.

When the autumn wind blows, the entire field ripples with golden waves, rustling softly, a delightful sight to behold.

Uncle Wang squatted down, plucked an ear of grain, and gently rubbed it in his palm. The plump, round grains fell into his hand with a soft rustling sound. Each grain was firm and substantial, much better looking than the shriveled grains of previous years.

"It's done...it's really done..."

The man, well past fifty, held the grains in his palm, his eyes reddening.

They worked diligently all summer, weeding, watering, and tending the fields, caring for them even more than their own children.

Today, this bountiful fertile land has yielded the most tangible reward.

Good news spreads faster than the wind.

In just half a day, the news of Wang Bo's bumper harvest spread throughout the entire village.

The neighbors all flocked to the edge of the field, craning their necks to look inside. The more they looked, the more shocked and envious they became.

"My goodness, this grain is so plump!"

"It's much taller than mine, and look at these ears of grain—they're so big and heavy!"

"Uncle Wang, how exactly did you manage to take care of this land? The difference is just too great!"

Uncle Wang, his hands full of grains, grinned from ear to ear, his back ramrod straight, exuding confidence: "What else could we do? We followed Lord Song's method exactly. Deeply tilling the land, applying manure, soaking the wheat seeds—we didn't slack off at a single step, we didn't miss a single detail."

"Is manure really that useful?" Some people were still skeptical and found it hard to believe.

"Your eyes aren't blind, look for yourself!" Uncle Wang pointed to the vast expanse of golden fields. "The harvest is right here, how could it be fake?"

The people on the ridge looked at each other, their expressions constantly shifting. From initial skepticism and onlookers, they became filled with envy, and finally, only regret remained.

"I should have tried it back then!"

"That's right. Back then, Lord Song kindly taught us, but we were still suspicious."

"It's too late to say anything now; all the crops for this year have already been planted."

"It's not too late, it's not too late. We can all learn from them next spring!"

Several farmers who had initially refused to try now squatted on the edge of the field, staring at the heavy ears of grain lying on the ground, filled with regret.

Especially those men who were nagged and scolded by their wives every day in the summer for being timid and conservative, now kept their heads down and didn't even dare to raise them.

Of course, there are also those in the crowd who are stubborn and refuse to admit defeat.

Zhang Daniu from the next village, who had been the most vehement critic of the new method, was now squatting to the side, chewing on a blade of grass, and said sourly, "Hmph, it's just that there was plenty of rain and good weather this year. What does it have to do with manure? It's purely a matter of luck."