Huang Dong looked at the wine glass in his hand and suddenly had an idea.
He looked at Zhang Hebin and asked with burning eyes: "Do you make wine here?"
"Of course there are wineries, but it's just rice wine. It's in the same heaven as the fine wine." Zhang Hebin smiled bitterly, so embarrassed that he almost turned the color of pig liver.
His father Zhang Lizhang and brother Zhang Heqi were not much better than him, and Zhang Heqi even lowered his head.
Fortunately, they also bought wine at home, otherwise they would not have the face to entertain guests.
Before the wine came out, they thought that the brewing in the workshop was pretty good.
But after the nectar wine came out, we understood what the real wine was.
Huang Dong thought for a while, it was good that this workshop could make wine.
He nodded and said with a smile on his face: "Since there is a winery, let's jointly open a winery like fine wine, and write a clause to report it."
Hearing this, Zhang Lichang, father and son from Zhangjiazhuang were overjoyed, with excited faces and gratitude in their eyes.
Zhaojiazhuang Workshop may not give them the most critical technology, but profit sharing is also a great thing.
After Huang Dong finished speaking, he bowed his hands to Fan Yao and said, "I want to tell Fan Xuezheng, is this okay?"
"Yes, yes, we found a solution so quickly," Fan Yao nodded with a look of relief on his face, stroking his beard and said, "Zibian, but as far as I know, there are not many people in the wine shop, only a few dozen people. about."
??????????????? He is particularly good at wine. He once visited Zhaojiazhuang Winery, and there were only about a few dozen people there.
The Zhaojiazhuang workshop only uses kudzu for brewing and only has a few dozen people. If it uses grain for brewing, there are even less than ten people.
Hearing this, Zhang Lizhang and his son seemed to be on a roller coaster, from the valley to the bottom of the mountain, their faces a little ugly.
"Tell Fan Xuezheng, there is another way for me to lower my rank. Is it possible?" Huang Dong bowed respectfully again and said to Fan Yao.
Fan Yao nodded, stroked his beard, and said, "Zi Bian, come and listen."
"Report to Fan Xuezheng to carry out large-scale construction projects." Huang Dong bowed respectfully.
"Building a large-scale construction project," Fan Yao asked calmly without commenting, "Zibian, how to carry out a large-scale construction project?"
"Tell Fan Xuezheng that the roads here are not good now and there is no government office. I want them to let them build roads and build a government office at the same time. Is it possible?" At this point, he felt his heart beating out of his chest.
You must know that you are just a pavilion chief, too small to be any smaller.
But the director of the pavilion has to work here for a long time. If it is windy or rainy, how can he work in a single pavilion without shelter from wind and rain?
Since there is a lot of construction work to be done, I wonder if I can take the opportunity to do this together.
"Build the road and build the Yamen at the same time." Fan Yao said with a faint smile, "Zibian, how big is the Yamen?"
Fan Yao bowed respectfully and said carefully: "Tell Fan Xuezheng, there is one public room, three lounges, one kitchen, and one miscellaneous room."
"Why three lounges?" Fan Yao asked calmly without comment.
Huang Dong bowed respectfully again, and replied anxiously and cautiously: "Tell Fan Xuezheng that this place is fifteen miles away from Zhaojiazhuang Town. We can rest here at night."
"Three lounges are a little short, plus two lounges for others to use as backup." Fan Yao said with a smile on his lips, "There are also two medical clinics."
What he was thinking about was that if someone from Zhaojiazhuang Town came here, if it was late, there would still be a place to stay.
He was both a scholar and a doctor. Thinking that there were no doctors in Zhangjiazhuang, he decided to build a small medical center here.
Huang Dong was overjoyed. He did not expect that when he proposed to build a yamen, Fan Yao not only agreed, but also added two rest rooms and even a medical clinic.
Huang Dong, Hu Bo and others were extremely excited and bowed to Fan Yao: "Thank you Fan Xuezheng."
With these five houses, they all have a place to rest and can work peacefully in Xiehe Pavilion.
"Building large-scale construction projects, building roads and building government offices, we can also find jobs for Zhangjiazhuang." Fan Yao stroked his beard and glanced at the people in Zhangjiazhuang. He nodded with a smile on his face: "This is a good idea."
"Building government offices and roads, isn't this corvee service? Does the government want Zhangjiazhuang to perform labor service?" Zhang He blurted out angrily.
Zhang Lizhang and his son took a breath of air-conditioning. The smiles on their faces suddenly froze, and they looked confused, like clay and wood carvings.
Labor service means free labor, which is one of the official corvee services.
They all looked pale, thinking that life would be easier after the administration of Zhaojiazhuang Town, but they did not expect that they would also inevitably have to work hard.
The Qin Dynasty also had corvee labor, and it was very heavy. One of them was that the government allowed her husband to build the Great Wall for free.
Why Meng Jiangnu cried at the Great Wall, to this extent, reflects the people's deep hatred of corvee labor.
The reason why the Qin Dynasty perished in less than twenty years had a lot to do with corvee service.
Seeing the expressions of the Zhang family and his son, Huang Dong didn't know what he was thinking.
Huang Dong shook his head, with a smile on his lips: "Corvee, Zhaojiazhuang Town will not let Zhangjiazhuang do hard labor. Each person will be given twenty cents per day."
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Twenty pennies a day, which equals six hundred pennies in a month, which is equivalent to almost two copper coins.
Before the Song Dynasty went south, there were a lot of copper coins, and there were always about 900 to 1,000 coins.
After crossing south, the original copper-producing places such as Tongling were lost, and the copper coins were even less, with only more than 300 copper coins.
Due to the lack of copper coins, the court had to issue a large number of Huizi instead.
Even so, one copper coin is equivalent to three Guan Huizi.
Zhangjiazhuang's output is limited, and some villagers' monthly income is no more than a regular income.
Unexpectedly, the road construction project in Zhaojiazhuang Town is now extremely generous, with almost two copper coins per month.
Upon hearing Huang Dong's words, the three of them felt their hearts almost run out of their chests and their faces turned red.
Especially Zhang Hebin, the clan leader, sweat began to flow from his forehead.
As long as Zhangjiazhuang takes the power to build roads in their hands, many people in their village will say goodbye to thatch and build tile-roofed houses.
"Is this true?" Zhang Heqi was stunned, with his mouth open and speechless for a long time. After a while, he shook his head and asked.
Seeing the expressions of the three Zhang family members, Huang Dong smiled slightly: "Of course it's true, but there is a condition."
"Huang Guanren, what are the conditions?" The Zhang family father and son looked at each other, and they had to agree to ten or even ten conditions.
Huang Dong blushed. He was still an official, but the Zhang family and his son actually called him an official.
What is an official? Only a court official like Fan Yao can be called an official.
However, the Zhang family and his son can no longer control so much. In their eyes, even the former county magistrate was not as kind as the Huang Dong in front of them.
Huang Dong smiled slightly and glanced at the Zhang family and his son: "The conditions are very simple. That is to truthfully declare the actual population and land of Zhangjiazhuang. The government hopes to get accurate data."
"This," Zhang Hebin only said one word, as if the cock was stuck in his neck and could not continue.
He couldn't believe his ears, it felt like a thunderbolt hit his head, and it felt like someone had poured cold water on him from head to toe, making his whole body numb.
There is really no free lunch in the world, there are certain conditions.
It has become an unwritten practice in the Song Dynasty to falsely report population and land. In the past, the government turned a blind eye to this.
Unexpectedly, Zhaojiazhuang Town now uses this as a condition, requiring Zhangjiazhuang to declare truthfully.
If it were in the past, it would have been possible to conceal and make false reports.
But it's definitely not going to work now, because the pavilion chief has been stationed here for a long time.
Zhang Hebin felt that he was in a dilemma now, his eyes kept wandering.
Zhang Heqi felt like he was covered in cold sweat, especially his back which was almost completely wet.
He looked at his brother and saw that he was hesitant. Thinking of this, he looked towards his father.
Fan Yao and Huang Dong glanced at each other without saying a word, concentrating on tasting the roasted lamb and other delicacies.
"Fan Xuezheng, Chief Huang Ting, I agree to this matter." Zhang Lizhang bowed his hands, coughed, and spoke.
Although they concealed their land and population, it was not much, only about 20%.
Although Zhangjiazhuang also has 1,000 acres of paddy fields and 2,000 to 3,000 acres of land, they are generally not very fertile.
Even if the weather is good, we can only barely make ends meet.
The key to the prosperity of Zhaojiazhuang Town lies in the workshops.
Relatively speaking, Zhaojiazhuang runs a workshop here, and their lives are prosperous.
Zhaojiazhuang Town sent a pavilion chief this time to resolve the water fight, which was of great help to them.
He weighed it repeatedly and felt that the advantages outweighed the disadvantages, and finally agreed.
Although he has retired, after all, he was the clan leader in the past and his influence is still there.
Brothers Zhang Hebin breathed a sigh of relief, and their father agreed to handle it easily.
After Huang Dong returned to Zhaojiazhuang, he immediately wrote an article and added his name and seal the next day.
Holding the article in hand, Huang Dong felt that he had no confidence at all.
This time not only will roads be built, but also government offices will be built. Can the government agree?
He hesitated, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down.
He finally came to Zhaojiazhuang Academy and walked toward Fan Yao's apartment uneasily.
He is not very familiar with Fan Yao, and the two of them are not directly superiors and subordinates. Is Fan Yao willing to take on this responsibility?
Unexpectedly, when he arrived at Fan Yao's apartment, Fan Yao politely asked him to sit down and asked the concierge to make a cup of tea.
Fan Yao's public house is not small, measuring three feet square.
There are not only famous paintings and calligraphy, but also portraits of Lu Dongbin, which appear gentle and elegant, but also elegant and free-spirited, full of fairy charm.
Fan Yao spread out the articles, read them carefully, pointed out the shortcomings, and asked Huang Dong to modify them.
Huang Dong's face turned red and he said sheepishly: "I didn't think it was right. I made Fan Xuezheng laugh."
"Zibian, this is your first time writing an article, and it's already pretty good when you write it like this." Fan Yao stroked his beard, with a faint smile on his face.
Huang Dong bowed his hands and said, "I will go back and revise it immediately."
Although he does not have a public house in Zhaojiazhuang Town, he still has a small suite for his use.
"There is no need to go back. I have pen, ink, paper and inkstone here, so I can write it right here." Fan Yao said very kindly.
Huang Dong was stunned at first, and his mouth could almost fit a duck egg.
Huang Dong was stunned and said: "Fan Xuezheng, is this appropriate?"
"Of course it's appropriate. I see that you are still a business person and can help you." Fan Yao stroked his beard and drank tea, speaking very kindly.
Huang Dong bowed respectfully to Fan Yao: "Fan Xuezheng, thank you, I am extremely grateful."
"Since I'm helping you, there is a prerequisite." Fan Yao's originally kind expression suddenly turned serious, and his tone was extremely stern.
Huang Dong's heart trembled, and he bowed his hands respectfully: "Fan Xuezheng, I am listening attentively."
"Things must be done well," Fan Yao looked extremely serious and looked at Huang Dong with piercing eyes. "You must serve the people diligently and be honest and honest, otherwise I will be the first to take you down."
Later, Fan Yao's tone became more and more severe.
"Students must live up to their studies and upright teachings. They must serve the people diligently, be honest and honest, and handle matters in Xiehe Pavilion well." Huang Dong straightened his waist and answered respectfully with a serious face.
Fan Yao's eyes sparkled and he said solemnly: "Zi Bian, I hope you will do what you say."
Although Fan Yao's tone was extremely stern, Huang Dong never expected that Fan Yao almost regarded himself as his nephew.
Only when he treated his nephew could he be so polite and responsible, so he later called himself a student.
Fortunately, Fan Yao did not deny his title and acquiesced to his statement.
Fan Yao also has his own considerations. Through his observations yesterday, he has seen that Huang Dong is a practical person.
The implementation of the pavilion chief system was proposed by his uncle.
Although he is not a member of the government, he believes that the affairs of the little saint are his own business.
Since he already understands the whole process, he doesn't mind helping. This is because he cares about Huang Dong.
Huang Dong re-wrote the article and handed it over respectfully.
Fan Yao looked at it carefully again, nodded, and then signed and stamped the article.
After Huang Dong said goodbye to Fan Yao, he came to Qian Shao's public house in the convenience service center.
Along the way, he felt even more uneasy, as if there were fifteen buckets in the well, up and down.
Fan Yao was just helping. The person who really decided the fate of Xieheting was the county magistrate Qian Shao.
He has already made a preliminary plan, which will cost a lot, almost thousands of copper coins. Will Qian Shao agree?
Not only does it require money, but Zhaojiazhuang also needs brewing technology.
Difficult, difficult, difficult, it can almost be described as difficult to reach the sky.
