The other people's eyes were also looking at Huang Dong intensely.
Since I am extremely strapped for money, this is a dilemma.
Huang Dong's eyes suddenly lit up and he said loudly: "On my first day at work, I am willing to donate half of my salary this month."
"What, the pavilion chief is on duty today for the first time?" Zhang Hebin couldn't believe his ears that he could fit an egg into his mouth.
After speaking, he looked at Hu Bo, hoping to get the answer from his eyes.
The other people in Zhangjiazhuang were not much better. Many people were shocked by this sudden event, so much that they felt like they had received an electric shock, and their spirits were in a state of half-stupidity.
Hu Bo nodded, waved his hand, and said with a wry smile: "It is indeed the first time that Huang Tingzhang is on duty today, and he has not received his salary yet."
"In this case, there is no need for the pavilion chief to donate. I accept it with kindness." Zhang Hebin's old face suddenly turned the color of pig liver. Not only did the pavilion chief solve the big problem of their entire army being annihilated, but they would also continue to deal with the pavilion chief in the future.
Huang Dong shook his head, glanced around, and said solemnly: "A gentleman's words are hard to follow. Now that I have said it, how can I take it back?"
"Not bad, not bad." Huang Dong stroked his beard, gave Huang Dong an appreciative look, and then said, "Seeing that so many people are still wearing paper clothes and suffering from the cold, after I returned to Zhaojiazhuang Town, I organized people to donate money and materials."
"Thank you Fan Xuezheng. I would like to express my solemn thanks on behalf of Zhangjiazhuang." Huang Dong was overjoyed and then bowed to Fan Yao.
Unexpectedly, Fan Yao thought further. He was so sleepy that someone gave him a pillow.
Zhang Hebin and his son couldn't help but shed tears. They didn't expect that the people in Zhaojiazhuang would be more distant than the other.
The three of them, father and son, came to Fan Yao together and bowed in unison, saying with tears in their eyes: "Thank you, Fan Xuezheng, for your righteousness."
Fan Yao kept his word. After he returned, he immediately went to Zhaojiazhuang School to organize donations of money and materials. This move was also supported by Zhaojiazhuang School.
Soon, they had to approach thousands of copper coins and hundreds of sets of clothes.
But this is a topic for later, so I won’t mention it for now.
"These are trivial things, nothing worth mentioning." Fan Yao waved his hand, shook his head and looked at Huang Dong with burning eyes, "Zibian (Huang Dong), it is better to teach a man to fish than to teach him to fish."
"I understand. I'll consider it and see if we can set up a few workshops here." Huang Dong bowed his hands and came up with a few ideas.
Zhang Hebin and his son were overjoyed when they heard that Zhaojiazhuang would set up a workshop here, and they could make a living.
"Thank you, officer." Zhang Lizhang, father and son, bowed respectfully to Huang Dong and others.
Huang Dong hurriedly got out of the way. These three people were older than him, some of them could even be his grandfather.
Zhang Li made an invitation gesture with his right hand and said excitedly: "Dear officials, the banquet has been prepared. It's cold outside, so please invite me inside."
Fan Yao nodded, and a dozen or so people behind him, led by the Zhang family and his son, filed in through the main gate of Zhuangzi.
Although Zhangjiazhuang is not wealthy, it still has a banquet hall.
The hall is about an acre in area, with windows around it and a patio in the middle, which is brightly lit.
It's winter now, and the cold wind keeps pouring in from the patio and windows.
No, now there is Zhaojiazhuang's fairy stove, which is full of firepower and warm.
Seeing the mutton, chicken, duck, and fish on the banquet, Fan Yao and others' pupils shrank, and they looked at it with some confusion and asked: "Clan Chief Zhang, isn't it too rich here? Is there even mutton?"
"This is a goat raised by my family. It is not of high quality. It can only be regarded as a local product." Zhang Hebin looked disapproving, but he was happy in his heart.
Chicken, duck and fish are rare in the Song Dynasty, but mutton is even rarer. Most people rarely eat mutton even throughout the year.
"I have been addicted to sheep roasting all my life, and I know the taste and am willing to eat lightly." Fan Yao shook his head and read Dongpo's poem, stroking his beard and smiling.
The meaning of this poem is that he likes to eat roasted mutton very much, but he is short of money and can only eat a little bit to taste the taste.
Although Zhang Hebin can fight, as a clan leader, he actually has a good cultural background.
Hearing Fan Yao's praise, he felt a little ashamed. He bowed his hands, turned red and said awkwardly: "Fan Guanren, Dongpo layman said it was Tan mutton, not goat."
Tan sheep are sheep produced in Xixia, thousands of miles away from here.
"Whether it's a goat or a Tan sheep, it's all mutton." After finishing speaking, he laughed while stroking his beard.
Huang Dong's eyes lit up and he nodded: "Dongpo's poem expresses the delicacy and preciousness of mutton. The owner is very thoughtful."
After saying that, he bowed his hands to the Zhang family and his son.
"Master is kind and mutton is rare." Others also bowed their hands and praised him one after another.
Zhang Lichang and his son were even more grateful to them. They raised their hands and gave a big gift: "Thank you, please."
At this time, the maid came up and added oranges, sugar cane, and withered chrysanthemums to the mutton. She also added green onions, carrots, peppercorns, ginger, and green onions, and then added rice wine and a small amount of salt to season the mutton to remove the mutton smell.
The chef had already set up the mutton and started roasting it. The delicious smell of mutton penetrated the nostrils of everyone present, making people's throats twitch.
Another maid took out the wine and poured the fragrant wine as clear as spring water into each person's glass.
The combination of fine wine and mutton will make one's fingers twitch, and one can even hear the sound of swallowing saliva.
At this time, a maid began to serve mutton one after another, but not much. There was only one skewer on each person's plate.
Zhang Lichang made a gesture of invitation, and everyone kept praising it as they ate, it was so delicious.
"The roasted lamb is also fragrant, and the twice-cooked pork is also fragrant. How do the two compare?" Chen Nan ate slowly with his eyes closed, and suddenly thought of a question.
Huang Dong thought for a while and said with a smile: "Spring orchid and autumn chrysanthemums, each is good at its own merits."
"Only roasted mutton is the most fragrant, but pork is also roasted and the aroma is equally strong." Hu Bo commented on the difference between the two types of meat.
"That makes sense," Fan Yao nodded, "Before the little sage invented braised pork and twice-cooked pork, roasted sheep was the most fragrant meat in the world."
Seeing this, Huang Dong suddenly asked a question: "Clan Chief Zhang, how many goats are there in Zhaojiazhuang?"
"Not many, only six or seven hundred." Zhang Hebin didn't know why Huang Dong asked this, but he still answered truthfully.
Huang Dong was greatly disappointed and said regretfully: "I thought it was six or seven thousand?"
"Huang Ting Chang, goats grow very slowly. It takes five or six years to mature." Zhang Hebin explained patiently.
Huang Dong shook his head and said puzzledly: "Since it grows slowly, it should be raised more."
"We also want this." Zhang Hebin smiled bitterly and shook his head, "But goats consume too much grass. If they are raised too much, the supply of grass will not be enough. They will eat it. Tree bark, and even grass roots. When the grass dies, there are still grass roots, but without grass roots, there is no grass. What’s more, without grass, it is easier to cause flash floods and landslides.”
At this point, he sighed heavily.
"I didn't expect that raising goats would have such dangers." Hu Bo's eyes widened, as if they were falling out of their sockets.
Zhang Lizhang nodded and said with a compassionate tone: "There are lessons learned from this. Zhangjiazhuang used to raise more than a thousand goats. There were flash floods and landslides on the hillside here. The houses in Zhangjiazhuang were submerged, and dozens of people were killed or injured. Since then. , and the number of goats never exceeded a thousand.”
Huang Dong and others opened their mouths so wide that they could stuff two eggs into them.
"Infinite longevity and blessing! God bless you." Fan Yao made a prayer gesture with his right hand.
He is a lay disciple of Taoism, and he still has a pious heart.
Huang Dong and others also bowed to God: "Immeasurable life and blessings! God bless you."
"Clan Chief Zhang, how many years ago was the flash flood?" After praying, Huang Dong asked cautiously and nervously.
This is his scope of responsibilities and must be understood clearly.
If a flash flood breaks out, he must find a way to deal with it.
If there are casualties, it will have a serious impact on his political performance.
Zhang Lichang thought for a while and recalled: "Huang Tingzhang has been around for almost a hundred years. From then on, the number of animals in Zhangjiazhuang was controlled below 700, and no one dared to exceed it."
"It's a hundred years old, that's a bit long," Huang Dong breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, "I heard the little sage said that planting more trees can prevent flash floods."
"It's not like I haven't thought about it." Zhang Lichang smiled bitterly and sighed heavily, "It's difficult, difficult, difficult. There are few paddy fields in Zhangjiazhuang. We can only rely on the soil from the mountain city. Without soil, how can we feed the entire people of Zhuangzi."
Huang Dong thought for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Old patriarch, since you have wool here, you can actually set up a wool workshop."
"Thank you, Mr. Huang, but there are not many goats here, obviously not enough." Zhang Hebin was overjoyed at first, stood up from his seat with a roar, and then patted his thigh, feeling a little dejected.
Huang Dong smiled slightly: "Although Zhangjiazhuang is not enough, you can buy it from other places, such as Changzhou, Chongqing, Tongnan, Luzhou, Zigong, Neijiang and other places."
In fact, it is best to run a wool workshop in Zhaojiazhuang, after all, there is a waterway.
Although there is a river here, it is only a small river. Small boats for fishing can be used, but large boats cannot enter at all.
But in order to find a way out for Zhangjiazhuang, this is the only way.
"Thank you, Mr. Huang Ting." Zhang Hebin patted his thigh again, "When will the workshop be held?"
The thought of being able to run a workshop made him feel as if fifteen cats were tickling him. He felt extremely uncomfortable and wished he could start it right away.
"Chief Huang Ting, there is another matter that must be resolved when setting up a workshop here." Hu Bo suddenly remembered something, frowned, and sighed.
Zhang Hebin felt that his heart suddenly became clogged. When he was about to succeed, he didn't expect someone to jump out.
If he was from Zhangjiazhuang, he would definitely beat him up severely.
But the other party was from Zhaojiazhuang, and now he was the subordinate of the pavilion chief. Although he hated him, he could not do anything about him.
The expressions of Zhang Lichang and Zhang Heqi changed and they turned a little livid.
In particular, Zhang Heqi's face almost turned the color of pig liver and he turned his head to the other side.
Huang Dong looked at Hu Bo and wondered why he said this.
He tried hard to maintain his expression and asked calmly: "Ziding (Hu Bo's character), is there anything that needs to be resolved?"
"Chief of the pavilion, the problem is the road. If it is not solved, it will be very difficult for goods to come in and out." Hu Bo swallowed hard and said with a bow.
He knew that it would be easy to offend people by talking about this matter, but he had been on this road many times, so he naturally knew it better than Huang Dong.
The Zhangjiazhuang father and son suddenly turned pale and looked at each other, extremely embarrassed.
"This is indeed a problem. This road is steep, difficult to walk, and relatively narrow." Huang Dong nodded, then thought about it, and said lightly, "I will write a clause below and ask Zhaojiazhuang Town to allocate funds to rebuild the road. .”
When Huang Dong said this, he bowed his hands to Fan Yao: "I'm reporting to Xuezheng, should I do this?"
Fan Yao has the highest official position here, and since he is the nephew of the little saint, his status is very high.
If he comes forward, things will be easier to handle, so he must seek Fan Yao's opinion.
After Huang Dong finished speaking, he looked at Fan Yao and felt uneasy, as if there were fifteen buckets in the well, all up and down.
Logically speaking, Fan Yao is just a student at Zhaojiazhuang Academy Medical College and has little to do with Xieheting.
What's more, official affairs are extremely complicated, and it's better to have more than less.
"Indeed, I walked this road today and thought it should be built." Fan Yao stroked his beard and nodded with a smile, "I wrote while writing After it’s done, let me take a look, and if you can, it doesn’t hurt to sign my name.”
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He didn't hesitate at all and was obviously very responsible.
"Thank you Xuezheng, I would like to offer you a cup of Xuezheng." Huang Dongzheng was worried about the terms and conditions, but he didn't expect Fan Yao to agree immediately.
Who is Fan Yao? He is the nephew of the little saint.
As long as Fan Yao signs it, Zhaojiazhuang Town will most likely withdraw funds.
The Zhangjiazhuang father and son were even more delighted. They stepped forward one after another and took turns toasting to Fan Yao.
Naturally, Hu Bo, Chen Nan and others would not miss this opportunity and toasted to Fan Yao one after another.
Fan Yao laughed loudly, and drank all the food in one gulp.
Huang Dong was extremely happy and accepted the toasts from everyone in Zhangjiazhuang.
Fan Yao looked at Huang Dong and said calmly: "Zibian, when will you start this workshop?"
"This, this, I'm still thinking about it, I have to think about it in the long term." Huang Dong was just an idea, but now that he thinks about it, things are too complicated.
"Zibian, it is not easy to run a workshop, especially a wool workshop. It is even more complicated. You know, this workshop is only available in Xi County now. If you start it, you have to learn many processes in Xi County, and it may be difficult to run it for a while." Fan Yao Put down the wine glass, looked at Huang Dong, smiled slightly, and reminded him.
After hearing this, the Zhangjiazhuang father and son suddenly felt as if someone had poured cold water on them, and their faces suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
Huang Dong bowed his hands and asked respectfully, "Fan Xuezheng, how long does it take to open a workshop?"
"I don't know about this workshop, but including the learning process, it will take about half a year. If you include the road construction, it will be difficult to complete without a day or so." Fan Yao thought for a while and expressed his thoughts.
Hearing this, Zhang Hebin was shocked by the sudden incident, as if he had received an electric shock, and his spirit was in a state of half-dementia.
Zhang Heqi opened his mouth as wide as the mouth of a box, and was stunned for a moment. Then he swallowed two or three mouthfuls of saliva, as if his throat was dry.
Zhang Lichang was shaking so much that he almost fell from his seat.
There was also a servant beside him who hurriedly supported him.
The three of them seemed to be on a roller coaster. They had just seen a glimmer of hope, but unexpectedly they fell to the bottom again.
Huang Dong swallowed his saliva, turned pale, and said with difficulty: "Xue Zheng, this wool workshop is so difficult, shouldn't we stop it?"
"Of course we have to do it." Fan Yao stroked his beard and said calmly, "But this workshop takes too long, and we need to set up a workshop with quick results."
"A workshop that produces quick results?" Huang Dong read as he fell into thinking.
Seeing Huang Dong thinking, Fan Yao reminded: "This workshop considers several aspects. First, it must have local raw materials. Second, it can be sold locally, at least transportation is not difficult, and third, it cannot spend too much money. "
Although he is only a student in the medical school, he has witnessed many workshops in Zhaojiazhuang and witnessed the growth process of Zhaojiazhuang, so he naturally has some insights.
"Thank you Xuezheng." Huang Dong bowed his hands in front of Fan Yao, "Let me think about this."
Huang Dong fell into thinking again, feeling that it was not easy.
Zhang Hebin and his son were extremely nervous, looking at Huang Dong with excitement, and some even trembled.
