The middle-aged man came to collect his grandson. Zhao Hanzhang handed the child to him and casually asked, “What is this child’s name?”

The middle-aged man replied, “In response to the Administrator, he doesn’t have a formal name yet. Because he’s my only grandson, we’ve just been calling him ‘little young master,’ planning to give him a formal name when he’s a bit older.”

He looked at Zhao Hanzhang hopefully. “He has a connection with the Administrator. Please, Administrator, give him a good name.”

Zhao Hanzhang looked at the child and thought for a moment, then smiled. “I’ve thought about it. There’s a name that, though common, suits him very well.”

Zhao Hanzhang reached out and touched his head. “He’s still young now. I only hope he can grow up safely and peacefully from here on. Let’s call him Ping’an. But I don’t know what his surname is?”

“His surname is He,” the middle-aged man repeated “He Ping’an” twice, tears gradually welling up in his eyes. “This name is good, extremely good. I hope he can grow up safely and peacefully. His parents’ wish was also this.”

Zhao Hanzhang didn’t ask where his parents had gone. In these times, many things needn’t be asked aloud.

Chen Yin also came up. Seeing Zhao Hanzhang had finished speaking, he bowed and invited Zhao Hanzhang inside.

His home was just an ordinary rural landlord’s large house, without the refinement and luxury of the Zhao family courtyards. There wasn’t even a flower garden in the yard—just a few scattered fruit trees.

Madam Chen stood in the courtyard with her daughter and younger son waiting. As soon as Zhao Hanzhang arrived, they bowed gracefully.

Zhao Hanzhang excused them from the ceremony and sat with Chen Yin in the front hall. Seeing him instruct people to slaughter sheep and prepare delicacies, looking like he wanted to enthusiastically celebrate her coming to the Chen family fortress, she stopped him. “I’m just resting for a while, and right now the people are struggling. There’s really no need for such extravagance and waste.”

Chen Yin wanted to persuade further, but Zhao Hanzhang had already brought up serious business. “To establish a county seat here can’t rely solely on my written decree. There are many things to do.”

Zhao Hanzhang said, “For example, the county gate and county office—these two places are extremely important. Only when these two are established can the people truly acknowledge in their hearts that this is the county seat.”

She added, “Besides these two things, there’s the population.”

Zhao Hanzhang said, “I just looked when entering the fortress—there really aren’t many people in the fortress. A county seat can’t have only hundreds or thousands of people, so you’ll need to continue taking in refugees and attracting more people to come here…”

Hearing this, Chen Yin was stunned and quickly asked, “But I really can’t produce any more grain. If I take in refugees, what will I feed them?”

Since he took people in, he had to take responsibility. Otherwise there would surely be chaos. But taking responsibility required grain.

Zhao Hanzhang smiled at him. “I’ll give you a batch of grain, but you can’t just give it to them for free.”

Zhao Hanzhang suggested he provide work relief. “Since we want to make this the county seat, there’s still much work to be done. For example, building villages outside the fortress to protect the county seat—this requires a huge amount of labor.”

It just so happened that winter had arrived and everyone was idle during the agricultural off-season—perfect for handling these matters.

Chen Yin hadn’t expected there would be so much to do. For a moment his heart grew timid as he swallowed and said, “This—Administrator, Yin has absolutely no experience. I’m afraid I won’t do well.”

Zhao Hanzhang smiled to comfort him. “This is your first time being county magistrate, and it’s also my first time being Inspector. We’re all feeling our way across the river by the stones. As long as we walk slowly, even if we accidentally fall, we can hold onto the stones on the riverbed to get back up.”

Zhao Hanzhang said, “I am the stone you can hold onto. With me here, what does Magistrate Chen have to fear?”

Hearing this, Chen Yin’s timidity immediately decreased by more than half. Looking at Zhao Hanzhang, who was as young as his daughter, he felt ashamed of himself and quickly said, “Yes. Whatever the Administrator commands, Yin dare not disobey.”

Zhao Hanzhang smiled slightly. “No need to be afraid. I’ll assign several people to assist you. They have some experience.”

A county seat, besides the county magistrate, also had a registrar and county deputy—all very important positions.

After Zhao Hanzhang and Chen Yin discussed the specific disaster relief matters and roughly determined the plan, Zhao Hanzhang stood up, wanting to go out with Chen Yin to inspect local conditions while also discovering talent.

After going around once, the local conditions were actually secondary—mainly, of the people she asked, five out of ten were named Ping’an, and of the remaining five, if not their sons then their grandsons were named Ping’an.

Even a seven or eight-year-old child told Zhao Hanzhang, “When I grow up and marry, I want my son to be named Ping’an too.”

Zhao Hanzhang hadn’t expected that in just this short time, the name she’d given would become so popular—this was the rhythm of everyone being named Ping’an.

She thought this matter would be limited to the Chen family fortress and wouldn’t matter outside.

Who knew that outside they’d also started a wave of naming children Ping’an.

Fu Tinghan, staying behind in Chen County, heard this rumor and couldn’t help smiling. “Looks like her days suppressing bandits outside aren’t going badly.”

It was just that he still hadn’t received any cadavers. He didn’t know if Zhao Hanzhang hadn’t obtained any, or if they’d been blocked for other reasons.

But the former shouldn’t be possible, right? Corpses were everywhere now with no one to bury them—could Zhao Hanzhang really not get cadavers?

Just as he was puzzled, Ji Yuan reached over a small paper slip. “Young Master, Sanniang has entrusted this matter to Military Physician Cheng.”

Fu Tinghan took it and, seeing it said Zhao Hanzhang had given quite a few corpses to Military Physician Cheng, raised an eyebrow. “Though Military Physician Cheng is a decent physician in the army, he’s really too timid and lacks pioneering spirit. Giving corpses to him will be half the effort for twice the result.”

Ji Yuan said, “But besides him, we have no one else to use right now.”

Fu Tinghan thought about it and agreed. Choosing Military Physician Cheng was picking the tallest among the short. He sighed. “If only we could recruit a few more good physicians.”

Ji Yuan said, “After you returned, I already had people post notices in each county to recruit physicians. I don’t know if it’s because they’d have to serve in the army, but not many physicians have applied. The rest I went to see—their skills aren’t even as good as Military Physician Cheng’s several disciples. I accepted them and had people teach them.”

After thinking briefly, Fu Tinghan said, “If we really can’t find any, use money to entice them.”

He said, “The army must have good physicians!”

Having been wounded this time, they all understood the role of good physicians in the army. Previously they either lacked money or didn’t have the energy to focus on this area. Now that they’d noticed it, they couldn’t give up halfway.

Seeing Fu Tinghan’s insistence, Ji Yuan nodded in agreement, planning to increase recruitment efforts again, determined to catch all the scattered physicians out there in one net, while also making detailed inquiries about the several physicians with the best medical skills to specifically pursue them.

Fu Tinghan said, “Accept physicians with poor medical skills too—at least they have a foundation. Once we bring people in, we can have physicians teach them. Even if they can only do simple bandaging and wound treatment in the army, being able to quickly handle wounded soldiers will increase their survival rate.”