Fan Wei is a sergeant in the Xinghua Army and is now following Duan Peng as a personal follower. When the two of them heard that someone took the initiative to increase the price, they were so moved that they thought they supported Xinghua's education and helped a lot. Contributing to one's own strength, now it seems that this is not the case, but rather like entertaining them. Suddenly, he felt angry. He grabbed Tian Kui with his big fist and shouted: "Where's the money!"
Duan Peng acted as if he hadn't seen it, looking down at his book and letting Fan Wei do whatever he wanted. With his master's acquiescence, Fan Wei's true nature as a martial artist was exposed, and he picked up the treacherous man and pulled him by the collar. Hanging in the air.
His hands were like ringing bells, shaking Tian Kui's head like a rattle, causing Tian Kui's head to be filled with gold stars.
"I wonder if your Excellency had written a deed or something like this with this person named Tian, so that we can have proof!"
Duan Peng slowly took out a yellowed piece of deed paper from his pocket and handed it to Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan spread it out and looked at it, and said happily: "Oh, this is your property from Lao Tian's house. It's signed and stamped in black and white. If you don't pay the money and go to court, I'm afraid I'm going to get slapped with a few boards."
Tian Kui now only doubts that with the skills of the Bi family, it is impossible to complete these printing tasks within two months. Could it be that the two families have colluded to use the scheme, but in fact they are targeting his Tian family?
At the moment, he can't come up with the fifteen hundred guan no matter what. How many books will he have to print to earn the money? Instead of spitting out the money, he might as well give it a try. He has been in Qingyuan since he was a child. I had never seen this official before, so I thought that this official might be from somewhere else, so I bravely said, "It seems that this gentleman is not a local parent..."
This sentence is murderous and heartbreaking.
Liang Chuan wanted to laugh in his heart. Maybe Tian Kui, a fool, wanted to use these words to blackmail Duan Peng. Then he would suffer the consequences.
Duan Peng smiled bitterly and sighed.
When Fan Wei heard that the birdman dared to threaten his master, he slapped him so hard that half of Tian Kui's face was swollen, and five fingerprints were left on his face, just like those on a carved board. Tian Kui was so beaten that his mind went blank, and the sun, moon and stars were spinning above his head.
"Fan will bring you the deed. We won't lynching you. Everything will be handled by the Qingyuan Prefecture. I will write a handwritten letter for you and forward it to the magistrate. They will naturally handle it 'fairly'." Duan Peng said the word "justice" The two words were bitten very hard. Fan Weixin understood what he meant. He threw Tian Kuang to the ground and beat him so hard that his face looked like a panda. He picked him up again and walked out of the store, preparing to send him to the official. Legal action.
Liang Chuan brought pen and ink, and Duan Peng quickly wrote a letter with one stroke of his pen and gave it to Bi Zhaosheng to pursue Fan Wei.
"It's getting late, Mr. Duan. The seafood in Qingyuan is fresh and tender, and Xinghuajing is a delicacy. Why not stay and taste it?"
Duan Peng said: "You just heard it. Some people are making a fuss about me leaving Xinghua. If I show my face again, wouldn't I be asking for trouble?"
Liang Chuan chuckled and said: "Either you eat a little in my shop, or you have to go back to Xinghua tomorrow. People are like iron rice and they will be hungry if they don't eat for a whole day. Starving?"
Duan Peng laughed loudly: "Then I will not end your hospitality!"
Duan Peng took Fan Wei with him when he went out. Fan Wei went to the state capital, and he followed Liang Chuan to the store.
Liang Chuan cooked some tea for Duan Peng to eat first, and ordered Aunt Zhao to buy seafood on the street, and asked Zhao brother to go to Bi's house to help. The books were first put on Duan Peng's carriage. If one carriage was not enough, he ordered another one.
Duan Peng walked around the Wanda store a few times, looking at the couplets on the wall in a daze. After thinking a lot, he finally shook his head. Su Wei looked at this young man and didn't say much. There were many people like him who came to the store. Well, not many can do it.
Duan Peng looked at Su Wei's handwriting and found that his handwriting was very unusual, so he added: "Does the old gentleman have a reputation?" After saying this, he also laughed. How could he be a bookkeeper if he had a reputation? Wouldn't it be better to become a teacher?
Su Wei said casually: "It has been three years since Tianxi."
Duan Peng never expected that the other party was really famous, so he was astonished and bowed his head: "Senior. I am the second grade of Jiazike in the second year of Tiansheng. I am polite to you."
Duan Peng regards etiquette as the way of heaven, he respects etiquette and the virtuous, and even wrote a book annotating the Analects of Confucius himself. He most admires Confucian etiquette and righteousness. Although Su Wei is currently in the world, he is from a serious academic background, so he can afford his treatment. A bow.
Su Wei saw him making such a grand gesture, but was still busy with his own affairs, and said calmly: "The past is in the past."
Duan Peng straightened up and looked at this senior carefully. Otomiko was not many people as old as Su Wei, and asked: "Senior?"
"My surname is Su."
Duan Peng's eyes were bright, and he thought for a while and said: "Senior Su... Yiweike... Could it be Su Wei who only wrote 'Long Live Heaven's Grace'... Senior Su!"
Su Wei then stopped writing, blinked his mung bean eyes and smiled sheepishly: "Hehe... It's the old man. After so many years... I didn't expect anyone to remember my name."
Su Wei's face turned red when he smiled. He had gotten on the gold list by relying on this little cleverness, but it was all thanks to Tian'en. Compared with their real abilities, which were ranked among the top three, they were not worthy of recognition.
The two people cherished each other and bowed to each other again.
Duan Peng said: "It stands to reason that the senior has been awarded an official position, so how did he end up being a bookkeeper?"
Su Wei coughed: "It's a long story. I think my boss has prepared some food and drinks. Let's talk later!"
Aunt Zhao came back with a lot of meat, vegetables, seafood, and drinks. The meat was freshly cut black goat meat. For the drinks, Liang Chuan specifically told him to go to West Street to find some grape wine bought by Huawai. He said it was a casual meal, but he couldn't do it casually. Braised lamb stuffed with grapes has a unique taste!
Not long after, basins of dishes were served. There are pickles brought from Xinghua, which are sour and sweet for appetizers, and plump tiger spot shrimps. Drink them over water and add some mature vinegar from Taocheng County to leave a lingering aroma in your mouth. The soup is made from swimming crabs, the juice is fresh and sweet, and there are also silver-scale hairtail and yellow croaker. Once you put it in the pot and cook it slightly, the taste will make people want to stop.
Duan Peng stared at the table full of seafood stew and said, "This... is this how you eat in Qingyuan? This is too rich!"
Liang Chuan smiled and said: "Quanzhou Prefecture is close to the sea. It has mountains to eat, mountains to eat and sea to eat. This is the only advantage. Sir, you have been in the mountains for a long time, how about you try this taste."
At the table were Liang Chuan, Duan Peng and Su Wei. Neither Liang Chuan nor his younger brother Zhao were allowed to sit down at the table. Duan Peng raised his chopsticks and ate. He was originally from the Central Plains. It was the first time he had eaten so much seafood. He was filled with emotion and emotion. He didn't think it was extravagant. It was just that the people in Qingyuan had such living conditions, which surprised him.
He didn't believe how much money Liang Chuan made, because he knew all the products were sent from Fengshan's hometown. If the volume was large, he might be able to make a little money, but to maintain this kind of life, it would definitely not be possible. Easy, the only explanation is that Qingyuan is rich in resources and people.
Liang Chuan poured wine and Su Wei told anecdotes. After three rounds of drinking, Duan Peng spoke first: "Sanlang, I want to ask you."
Liang Chuan was startled for a moment. Seeing that he didn't look like someone who had drunk too much, he didn't dare to blame him, so he respectfully replied: "Master Duan said something serious, kid, I don't know what to say."
Duan Peng raised his head and sighed: "Is there any way for the people of Xinghua to live the same kind of life as the people of Qingyuan?"
Su Wei and Liang Chuan put down the wine glasses at the same time, and the atmosphere seemed to suddenly become heavier.
Only those who serve the country and the people would sigh like this. In fact, when Liang Chuan met Duan Peng this time, he felt obviously different from the last time. Last time Duan Peng was full of energy and energy, but this time he seemed to be overwhelmed and unable to do what he wanted. An invisible burden was weighing on him, and he lacked the vigor of the past.
Liang Chuan said firmly: "Yes!"
Duan Peng stood up, saluted Liang Chuan, and asked sincerely: "Please give me some advice, Sanlang!"
"Master Duan must have seen the different situation on the north bank of Nanxi River now. Now every month I have to pay dozens of dollars of wages to people in several villages. Even with this money, they are better off than living in the fields. Decades are much stronger!”
Duan Peng listened attentively, like a humble student actress listening to his teacher's teachings, while Liang Chuan said earnestly: "Now there are few people in the land, and there is a serious surplus of labor. You can guide these people, but they don't necessarily have to go there." You can walk in the fields or up the mountains!"
Go up the mountain. . Duan Peng murmured that what he read was the great principles of Confucius and Mencius, not the scriptures on getting rich through agriculture. He could only understand it by listening to Liang Chuan's explanation.
"What I mean by walking up the mountain is that there are treasures everywhere on the mountain, and trees and bamboo forests are as far as the eye can see. These are all good ways to make money. Even in those woodlands, raising some living animals is also a way. There is no need to plunge all into the ground. Well."
"The handicraft factory I set up in Helu allows the villagers to make bamboo weaving together. As long as this thing is produced, you don't have to worry about not being able to sell it. The sales can be taken care of by me. All you need to do is let the villagers work with peace of mind. Yes, I will pay them the equivalent of wages!"
Although there are quite a few people making bamboo weaving in the four villages, this is an artificial output after all, and is a drop in the bucket compared to the demand for bamboo weaving in the entire southeastern market. Even if the entire Xinghua people join the battle, Liang Chuan is confident that he can digest all these bamboo weaves!
The villagers sat down at He Lu. As long as they weaved a few bamboo weavings a month, they could make more money than digging soil in the fields for a year. Who wouldn't want to do this kind of work?
In order to get rid of the poor label placed on the people of Xinghua, Duan Peng came to Qingyuan in person at the risk of breaking the law. Hearing that Liang Chuan was sincerely making suggestions for him, he devoted himself to it. He didn't dare to leave behind every word Liang Chuan said!
"Even if we have to drill into the ground, we can increase the production of food first. After Mr. Duan returns, he can go to our Tsinghua Academy's academic field to see. Those new species should have sprouted by now. If Mr. Duan can promote it, , the people of Xinghua will no longer be hungry in the coming year."
"As long as everyone doesn't rush to the land, then the contradiction between man and land can be alleviated, everyone can make money, and our problem of more mountains and less land will no longer be a problem!"
"Besides, Xinghua also has a good port. Although it only has a coastline of less than one mile, the draft is very deep and there is a harbor to shelter from the wind. This condition is enough to attract overseas ships to Xinghua. The common people have no way to build the port. As long as the government comes forward Just like Qingyuan, we first build the port and wharf, and then encourage commerce. The development of the Fengting coastline is just around the corner! In less than three years, the profits from fishing and salt will be a hundred times more than the agricultural tax."
"If you want to transform from an agricultural area to a commercial area, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Mr. Duan, if you can do these two things first, I believe that the people of Xinghua in a thousand years will still remember your great kindness!"
Liang Chuan opened his mouth and explained the strategy of governing the country so easily and endlessly that he was shocked and speechless.
Thank you for coming this time.
"The most important thing is to study. I won't say much about this, Mr. Duan."
"Duan also followed the Daxing style of study after seeing your school. It's no coincidence that there is a gentleman from Qingyuan who just left you for Xinghua not long ago. His name is Wen Boyan. Do you recognize him?"
Liang Chuan was shocked. How could he not recognize him? How could this kid go to Xinghua!
