The brave man opened the coffin and rose

Abes didn't expect that when he tried to develop with the help of Sweet Leaf Town, he would first have to find a way to catch the thief.

After arranging for Gaviling to take people to visit Tianye Town, investigate the scene, and visit as many places as possible, various situations were also gathered at Abes's table.

In this matter, it is not difficult to mobilize the masses.

After all, before Abes and his men arrived, the town had been depressed for almost a week because of these unexplained riots.

That's why Mayor Wilford was so unhappy and stayed indoors.

And now, this ancient hero who came with the rebel army has encountered the same trouble. He wants to mobilize them to help, so how can he not take action?

This gentleman provided a huge order for their Sweet Leaf Town, and the gold and gems on hand were free of charge.

Therefore, regardless of whether it was useful or not, anything that had a slight possibility was reported by them.

And the result is... chaos, chaos.

The people of Sweetleaf Town were different from the farmers, starving people, or captured people who had nothing and were rescued by themselves.

The people of Sweetleaf are not so unfreely bound to Abes. They prefer to think of themselves as citizens, businessmen, and centrists who support Abes's rebels through less rebellious means.

Therefore, as long as the concept of reward is introduced, there will be no situation where information cannot be received.

Some people just have the worry of too much information.

Data that is not processed cannot be considered big data.

If you want to process data, you need to create a table.

Abes assigned Kronos and Anivia to make a form respectively.

Kronos was responsible for organizing his troops, and Anivia was responsible for asking Mayor Wilford for help to count the townspeople.

He himself was responsible for organizing the intelligence information reported by the townspeople [which might be related to the recent unrest in the town] into a table.

Originally, Abesi thought this was a very simple task.

However, he did not expect that after the task was issued, he would only be greeted with puzzled looks from the two people.

"What does table... mean?"

Abes let go of the paper he had written halfway and handed the part he had organized to the two of them to look at.

"Just like me, adding enough sub-attributes to the same message."

In Abes's hands, the documents containing intelligence information were all marked with numbers.

Then on the form, different categories such as information source, information source address, information details, and estimated degree of danger are written out separately.

Further back, there is a blank column for the correlation between information, which needs to be filled in after Abes has digested all the content as much as possible.

"But your job is easier than mine. After all, I still need to read all of this and do some reading comprehension, while you only need to ask questions one by one."

Compared to Abes's intelligence information summary form, the form tasks of Kronos and Anivia are actually just a roster.

It can be said that in the real world, this is something any student who is pulled out to collect class fees or record attendance would do.

It just requires a few more lines of writing.

"Name, age and gender are of course the most basic. People here also have to write down their job titles and health conditions. For those in the craftsman group, they have to focus on recording their skills."

"The records of people in the town should also be similar. Wilford, the mayor, should be able to provide you with some help, Anivia."

However, when he saw Kronos and Anivia shaking their heads, and even Wilford, who was finally found, looking confused, Abes felt that he could no longer hold back.

"Forget about the two of them, but as a mayor, have you never done statistics before?"

Soon, a fantasy-like, medieval-style reply was thrown in front of Abes.

"For things like this... it's fine as long as it's roughly done. Basically, delegate the matter to an elder who has a say in the town. Just have a rough idea of ​​it."

……

As Wilford continued to talk, Abes slammed the table for a long time and couldn't calm down.

The North has experienced many changes of regime, and the people there are not united, and there is no one of their own and no cohesion.

But what Abes never expected was that the North was basically under the weird management level of local sages and elders.

Name? Family and neighbors will know.

Age? I don’t remember it clearly, and no one would pay attention to it, but girls can get married after their first period.

Gender? You are blind.

What crafts are you good at? Usually they are passed down from family to master. Just ask the people around you and find out.

In a nutshell, in one sentence, ask questions on the spot.

Even Wilford, the capable man who led Sweetleaf Town to develop a relatively vibrant trade route, did not attach any importance to data statistics.

The time when he calculated most accurately and had the most clear records was probably when he paid wages every week.

Well, the most talented statistician is actually the accountant?

But this is not surprising. Things like the Yellow Book were kept as secrets among secrets, even in ancient times when statistics were not frequently collected.

It is understandable that the territory that has been reshuffled by multiple forces such as the First Dynasty, the Second Dynasty, demons and devils, and now the northern countries does not understand the importance of such statistical tables.

Wasn't Kronos a clever boy?

It's just that since I've never seen it, I can't imagine it out of thin air.

The corner of Abes' eye twitched, and he was about to say something else, but Anivia asked a question that made him stop where he was.

"Could it be that, a thousand years ago, your team, after resolving the Dragon Sundering Disaster, used this form to compile and compile statistics when they established a country in Zhongzhou?"

I can't come...

I have no memory of Abes Grande. I am just a player, a man in a suit.

This time, it was Kronos who came to his rescue again. "You forgot that Lord Abes died five years after ending the Dragon Smash. If anyone must have used this statistical management method, it could only be Lord Duncan."

Duncan, an old human mage.

As early as when he hinted at it, Abes knew that it was this teammate of "his" from a thousand years ago who founded the Society of Sages.

The decision to let the Mels family take care of Abeth Grande's coffin for generations was made during the Sages' Council.

"Ahem." After being rescued by Kronos' answer, Abes also issued new instructions.

"Just make some minor changes. Before you make the rosters of the townspeople and the troops, you two should first find someone who keeps accounts to learn from. Wilford, I'm counting on you. Ask those of your men who are good at calculations to teach them how to make a comprehensive table."

“Once you learn it, you can do a lot of things—not just rosters, but many more great applications.”

"The population can be counted, production can be counted, every raw material, every consumable, every demand and production, even working hours, moods, and the use, storage and outflow of funds..."

The silver-haired girl and the blonde half-elf were still a little hesitant, but Wilford’s eyes lit up.

As he had opened up trade routes on his own in his early years, he was extremely sensitive to these things.

As long as the details are broken down and accurate statistics are carried out, the superiors will be able to understand every citizen under their rule with an unimaginable degree of clarity.

They don't have to send people to inquire, nor do they have to worry about the local elders being partial or hiding information, and their efficiency can even be increased many times.

No one really thinks that it is a good thing to have local celebrities who are elected based on their so-called noble character to govern their area.

Romantic? Pastoral? These are images that only people who have never suffered can imagine.

In actual implementation, it will only make people feel troublesome, slow and even annoying.

Those who advocate such romantic and simple rule are suggested to go back to ancient times for a week.

"Lord Abes, I also want to learn. Can I also participate in the learning?" Wilford knelt in front of Abes again, and this time, what he was thinking in his heart was no longer panic and fear.