His Majesty is plotting a rebellion? Quickly, summon the Imperial Advisor!

More than four thousand refugees entered the city to participate in the preparations for the Welcoming the Emperor Festival, and Xu Bing began the arrangements. One thousand people were distributed to each of the four districts of Xuanwu, Qinglong, Baihu, and Zhuque.

Organized by the group leader, with precedents set by groups numbered one, five, twelve, and sixteen, most of the migrants worked even harder, with mutual supervision within the group, and no one dared to commit any offenses.

Merit must be rewarded, and demerit must be punished.

Compared to groups, scattered individuals are obviously more difficult to manage. Especially the destitute vagrants; although Xu Bing pities their plight, he would never completely trust them.

That management system was good for them, and also good for Xu Bing. With the help of more than four thousand refugees, there was no fear of a shortage of manpower for physically demanding tasks.

For example, building a stage for martial arts or opera, moving wood and stones, clearing snow, whitewashing houses, hanging red lanterns, etc.

Even skilled crafts, such as paper cutting, lantern making, and clothing weaving, were skillful to many women. Therefore, progress accelerated significantly after the participation of the refugees.

On the surface, it appears to be the work of the displaced people, but upon closer examination, it is actually due to the rules established by Xu Bing early on.

After nearly half a month of organization and coordination, the local refugees, though still refugees, became organized and disciplined, with sheds, groups, and group leaders.

Without this foundation, allowing refugees to enter the city will only backfire.

The preparations for the Welcoming the Hero Festival are progressing rapidly.

Xu Bing sat in the wooden house, with charcoal burning beside him to keep warm, while snow fell outside.

He teased the flames, handed a list to Qu Zhitong, and asked him to find each person on the list and bring them to him.

The firelight climbed the eaves and the walls, its glow spreading like a babbling brook. Xu Bing sat quietly in the room, patiently waiting.

This wooden house is a bathing place, and is therefore also a place for treating chronic illnesses.

It took about half an hour for Qu Zhitong to gather everyone and then escort them into the room one by one. The room, which accommodated more than thirty people, was indeed a bit crowded.

The man entered the room and saw Xu Bing. His pupils contracted, and after a brief moment of surprise, he became even more uneasy, wondering why the Imperial Preceptor had sought him out.

Xu Bing's lips curled up, revealing a friendly smile.

These thirty-odd people, though from humble backgrounds, stood out for their abilities, some being diligent and hardworking, others possessing exceptional physical strength, each with their own unique strengths.

Xu Bing had already seen their roster and knew their basic information, including their household registration, name, age, and so on.

Xu Bing was very optimistic about them and wanted to bring them to Futian Tan Village to further cultivate them.

After stating the intention.

They were all delighted and pleased. Especially when they heard Xu Bing address them by their names, they were moved to tears and vowed to serve him with their lives.

From their perspective, they were just lowly refugees, homeless and penniless, yet the dignified Imperial Preceptor remembered them so well and even called out their names. Wasn't that an honor?

Moreover, this imperial advisor, who saved them, also possessed an almost divine appearance. Sometimes, it only takes a single moment to win someone over.

The Imperial Preceptor, with his lotus crown, peach blossom eyes, and impeccable appearance and demeanor, patted the shoulders of the thirty-odd people, placing high hopes on them.

He needs these talents, and he trusts his judgment. For him, recognizing and utilizing talent cannot rely solely on the system; he must make his own assessments.

Xu Bingqing raised his hand, and more than thirty pieces of clothing appeared on the table. They were all made of thick cloth and had already been made into ready-made garments.

The thirty people changed into the new clothes and found that they fit perfectly. After seeing the expression on the Imperial Preceptor's face, they realized that the clothes were made to their measurements. For a moment, everyone was speechless and grateful.

Xu Bing was always meticulous in his work. Of these thirty-odd people, half of them still had family members living in the shantytown.

Xu Bing waved his hand, granting permission for his family to enter Tan Village and settle down among the villagers.

In this day and age, entering Tan Village is a blessing beyond measure; it is no exaggeration to say that when one person attains enlightenment, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.

One man was so moved that he shed tears and knelt down on both knees. The others did the same. They felt that they could never repay such a great kindness in this world.

Xu Bing did not stop him. Since he had received such a favor, he felt he deserved the bow. "Zhang Gou Dan, I've heard you have a good eye. Show me your skills tomorrow."

Xu Bing patted someone on the shoulder, his voice gentle and soothing. The faint fragrance emanating from the jade pig-dragon pendant calmed the mind and eased the anxiety.

What Xu Bing didn't know was that everyone under him, whether in Tancun, Futian, the rice shop, or the security escort agency, considered it an honor to have spoken a few words to him or met him a few times.

If he received further praise, he would be overjoyed, having something to brag about. Zhang Gou Dan, a man from a peasant background, was so flattered that he could barely speak.

“Wang Xiaofan, you’re very good. I saw your performance that day.” Xu Bing turned to look at the other person.

Wang Xiaofan was the man who got into a fight with a rich young master outside the city gate and was almost beaten to death.

Wang Xiaofan felt uneasy, thinking that being favored by the Imperial Preceptor was already a great blessing.

“Take your sister Wang Xiaoli to Tan Village as well,” Xu Bing added.

Wang Xiaofan nodded emphatically.

Among these thirty-odd people, in addition to those who performed well and had a good foundation, Xu Bing also valued individual abilities.

Zhang Gou Dan has excellent eyesight and can hit the target with every stone he throws. Wang Xiao Fan led the villagers all the way to Da Xi City, showing courage, perseverance, and good organizational skills.

Such talent is even rarer.

Even an ordinary person would find it difficult to organize a team of ten in an orderly manner; this is an innate talent.

Even if Xu Bing had a million soldiers, without a capable commander, they would be a disorganized mess and unable to exert their fighting power.

This shows how important a capable general is.

Another factor contributing to the weakness of the Da Xi dynasty was the lack of capable generals.

Throughout the court and the country, there are only two or three people capable of commanding more than 50,000 troops. Even if Ji Yuan personally led the troops, commanding 100,000 troops would be the limit.

A person who can command an army of over 100,000, maintain strict discipline, administer rewards and punishments appropriately, and make reasonable deployments is already a genius.

If, on this basis, one can employ even more ingenious tactics and command troops with effortless skill, then that is unparalleled talent, and any dynasty that possesses even one of such a talent would treasure him like a priceless gem.

The more people there are, the more miscellaneous tasks there will be. Before going to war, there is the word "marching".

Therefore, Xu Bing was optimistic about Wang Xiaofan's talent.

We are willing to devote our efforts to nurturing them.

There were more than 30 people, plus their family members, making a total of about 50. Xu Bing told him to pack his clothes and disperse to leave the city, where crows would guide them.

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