After sending everyone away, Xiong Wuliang knelt down in front of the desk. After thinking for a moment, he took a pen and sketched a few strokes on the blank parchment. Then he walked around the study room, picked up the bamboo slips and looked through them casually.
Within an hour, Zhong Hua came back with a ragged man.
"My lord, this craftsman is called Shi Er. In terms of craftsmanship, he can be regarded as one of the best in Quyang City."
"Two Craftsman, Stone II, pay homage to the Lord!" The man threw himself to the ground and saluted.
Xiong Wuliang waved his hand and motioned for Shi Er to stand up and speak: "Can you do carpentry?"
"Replying to my lord, I know that this little guy is good at carpentry and masonry. Please give me your instructions."
Xiong Wuliang picked up the parchment on the case and handed it to Shi Er: "Take a look, can you do it?"
Shi Er took the drawing, looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but said in surprise: "Is this... a plowshare?"
Yo? Xiong Wuliang couldn't help but take another look at the craftsman. He was quite smart.
The appearance of what I drew on my drawings is quite different from the plowshares people use today.
"This is called a Quyuan plow, and it is indeed a plowshare." Xiong Wuliang nodded.
Shi Er held up the blueprint and clicked his tongue: "Is there such a complicated plowshare in the world? This is the first time I have seen it after working hard all my life."
"Can it be done?"
Shi Er looked at the drawings carefully and said firmly: "Although the shapes look complicated at first glance, they are all simple structures. If the master wants it, the villain can make it in less than half a day."
Xiong Wuliang was engaged in civil engineering in his previous life.
This drawing is very professional!
The size of every place is clearly marked on the drawing.
If you can't do it, you'll be a ghost!
"Okay! Make a sample as soon as possible and send it to my house. You will be rewarded." Xiong Wuliang said with a smile.
After the craftsman Gong Shi Er left, Zhong Hua said in confusion: "Master, this song... what kind of plow is it?"
Xiong Wuliang smiled slightly: "The Quyuan plow is a new type of plow, which is several times faster than the existing plowshare! If it can be used on a large scale in Quyang, it will definitely help to reclaim the land!"
Quyuanli, this is an artifact that has been included in history textbooks.
It is a sign of the mature development of our country’s farming technology!
It is nearly a thousand years more advanced than the current Leichu!
Dimensionality reduction attack, do you understand?
…
"Have you heard? The new little prince is going to change the taxes!"
"It is said that the tax has been reduced!"
"Is this happening? I've only ever heard of increasing taxes. When was there any talk of reducing taxes?"
For farmers, few things are more important than taxes. Rumors spread like wildfire, and there was a lot of discussion in Quyang City.
At the gate of the city, a large number of people who heard the news gathered together to exchange news, making Quyang City, which was usually depressed, become unusually lively.
"The tithe will be implemented this year!" The clerk who delivered the order made final decision.
Everyone was in an uproar!
Can such a good thing happen?
"Master, please don't make fun of us. The world is so big, how can there be a tithe of taxes?" an old man said tremblingly.
"Who has the intention to joke with you? The Lord has said that this year's agricultural tax will be paid in ten percent. In addition, the farmland reclaimed from now on will not be taxed for three years!" Although the little official who gave the order had a straight face, there was a smile in his eyes. The smile cannot be concealed.
For Qu Yang, who was seriously injured, this order to reduce the tax was too important!
The crowd buzzed for a long time, and finally confirmed that the official was not joking. The gate of the city became very lively, and cheers came and went.
"My lord is wise!"
"Long live my lord!"
The crowd became excited and actually rushed forward, lifting the little official who was delivering the order high into the air and cheering non-stop.
"Hey! Hey! You unscrupulous people, put me down quickly, I still have official duties to attend to!" the clerk shouted loudly. But this arrogance soon couldn't be maintained, and the clerk also cheered along with the crowd.
Tithe, what is this concept?
For hundreds of years, no one has heard of such a low tax!
For farmers, factional struggles among high-level officials have little to do with them.
If not so many villagers died in the war at the hands of the Qin people, I am afraid their attitude towards the Qin people would be very indifferent.
It's important for the family and the country to do their shit?
The new master is a good master who is considerate of the people's livelihood. This is a great thing!
"The newly reclaimed farmland is actually free of tax for three years - I'm just about to open up the wasteland on the riverbank. How wonderful!"
Everyone was excited and full of energy.
While talking and laughing, someone also mentioned the matter of public toilets.
"I heard that the young master doesn't allow us to poop casually. We are going to build a public toilet."
"What is a public toilet?"
"It's a public hut."
When the messenger heard this, he immediately said: "The second and third sons must not be careless. If anyone dares to poop at will, this tax reduction will not reduce his family's income."
A honest old farmer said loudly: "Does the government want those dirty and smelly things to be useful?"
Everyone burst into laughter.
The clerk grimaced and slapped the old farmer hard: "Don't talk nonsense. Your Majesty is so kind. Don't you still appreciate it?"
Someone nodded in agreement and said, "This is very true. Digging a public toilet in front of your home will take care of this year's corvee. How can there be such a good thing in the world?"
These days, doing corvee work is hard work.
The so-called corvee means that people have to set aside a period of time every year and bring their own dry food to work voluntarily for the monarch.
Usually they have to do hard work such as building city walls. Not only do they walk long distances, but they are also prone to encounter various dangers.
Building a thatched hut and digging a tunnel in front of your home can cover a year of corvee labor, which can be said to be good governance.
"Young Junhou is so considerate of people's livelihood, how can we not appreciate it? Since the official wants his shit to be useful, the second and third sons will definitely do their best to make the official gain a big harvest." Someone joked with a playful smile.
Everyone burst into laughter: "Yes, yes, let's have a competition and see whose quantity can satisfy the official..."
The clerk blushed and cursed, and everyone laughed even harder...
…
Xiong Wuliang stretched and had nothing to do. Accompanied by several soldiers, he walked around the mansion.
Although this place is quite simple and plain, it does not look like a mansion of the exploiting class at all.
But being able to own such a large piece of land in the county town was unimaginable in the previous life.
At present, his first batch of decrees have been issued. Regardless of whether the people below understand it or not, the response has been good and the implementation has been smooth.
After Xiong Wuliang inspected for a while, the sky darkened.
There was little nightlife during the Warring States Period, and there was even less fun in Quyang County, a remote and remote area. Seeing that the sky was dim, Xiong Wuliang went straight to the bedroom.
"I've seen you, Master." There were two soldiers standing at the door of the bedroom. They had obviously been guarding here early: "The hot tubs have been prepared and placed inside. Rest assured, Master, there are two of us guarding the door." Come on, if you need anything, just say hello loudly."
Xiong Wuliang patted the shoulders of the two soldiers: "Thank you for your hard work, gentlemen. You don't need to wait here, just go and rest."
After several days of traveling and a full day of work today, Xiong Wuliang was already exhausted. Although the Janissaries had prepared hot water, he didn't even have the strength to take a shower at this moment.
Just stay dirty and smelly for the rest of the night, let's talk about it tomorrow... Anyway, Mr. Mi Liang is not a clean person with a mysophobia.
Xiong Wuliang entered the bedroom without turning on the light, and threw himself on the couch in the dark.
Soft.
Huh? Why does it feel wrong?
