"Well done, Zhong Hui! Well done, Shiji!!"
Cao Mao sat in the seat of honor, exceptionally excited. Looking at Zhong Hui seated before him, he could not even find the words to praise this eminent minister of his age!
No wonder that after Zhong Hui's death, his work alone had to be divided among Yang Hu, Du Yu, and Pei Xiu.
Cao Mao did not know how capable the ministers of the past had been, but in his own era, Zhong Hui was already the very best among them, especially as he grew older.
It was now the Fifth Year of Ganlu.
Historically, the grass on Zhong Hui's grave would already have been half a man's height by now... he had not even managed to reach his prime.
Yet now Zhong Hui was still alive and kicking, approaching the pinnacle of his life.
He had come before Cao Mao today to report the results of the Advancement Edict.
After more than a year of reorganization, the first implementation of the Advancement Edict within Great Wei had been completed.
In Zhong Hui's conception, carrying it out once every three years would be most appropriate.
These people were like chives, ripening every three years, and each harvest could bring considerable benefits to the Imperial Court.
Its success was entirely thanks to this being a "good age," when those in power could do as they pleased, and no one yet dared say that power ought to be locked in a cage.
One could not even say imperial authority did not reach the townships. That had only just begun in this era. In the Former Han, not so long before, imperial authority had still reached the townships, and grassroots administrative units had been highly developed. Even now, the emperor's edicts could be enforced at