But now, Goguryeo must be destroyed even if it is not destroyed. There is grassland outside the pass, and it is basically under its own rule, with no future troubles.

Even if new nomads come over, they will either be slowly assimilated or forcibly assimilated. There is absolutely no third way.

But the situation is different in Guan Nei. In the past, it was fine if there was not much property. Now in order to save one's own property, Goguryeo must be destroyed.

From the information brought back by Ran Jing, it can be seen that the landform here is hilly, and there is a plain to the east, with no natural dangers to defend.

If the terrain of Goguryeo remained the same as that of its predecessors, it would consist of plains and mountains.

If it develops well, Goguryeo will attack with the wrong ideas.

It will be fun then, the farmland will be destroyed and your family fortune will be ruined.

"Old Chen, you and Lao Gao work together to build more granaries, just like the one I designed last time."

"Everything sold is old grain from last year or the year before, and all this year's harvest will be put into storage."

Lao Chen said, "Sir, don't worry about this. We basically use the old grain first and then store the fresh grain."

After he poured Yang Qian a glass of wine, he was confused and said, "Sir, if you keep saving like this, I'm afraid we can support our entire county for more than a year."

"Why not, we can make a lot of money by selling it elsewhere."

Yang Gan shook his head and said, "You have to listen to me on this matter."

Seeing Lao Chen's puzzled expression, Yang Qian analyzed it carefully.

"You are confused."

"Old Chen, haven't you encountered any natural disasters?"

"Floods, droughts, locusts, insects, winds, hail, frost, if any one of them occurs, we may not be able to grow food for a year."

"You said that every household has some money now. When the time comes, with the grain reserves in our Yuntong County, life will not be much worse than usual."

Yang Qian poured a glass of wine and said calmly, "You have experienced famine before. You don't want to experience that kind of scene again, right?"

Thinking of the famine he experienced when he was young and a few years ago, on a hot day, Lao Chen's heart felt cold and his heartbeat suddenly soared.

He bowed heavily to Yang Qian and said seriously, "Sir, I understand. I just need to keep building granaries and reclaim wasteland to grow food, right?"

"That's right."

"And after the newly created wasteland is fattened, alfalfa and pasture can be grown. After wiping out the three tribes, we have more and more livestock. People can barely keep the livestock alive, but the livestock can hardly survive."

Looking at the piles of information handed down below, Yang Qian sometimes felt really tired. These animals had too much food to eat.

But fortunately, I selected some cattle and sold them to the surrounding areas, and I made a lot of money. After all, the price of cattle is calculated based on the deposit.

At this time, Gao Yushi came in with his servants, with smiles on their faces.

"Your Majesty, it seems that this year will be another great harvest."

"Oh? Lao Gao."

Yang Gan immediately called for people and brought a food tray full of food and placed it in front of Gao Yushi.

Gao Yushi looked at the large bowl of yellow and sticky stuff on the dining table and said in surprise.

"Your Majesty, you have also recruited hai people under your command?"

"The miner? What is this???" Yang Qian was a little confused.

Gao Yushi laughed and said, "Jiao people are people who specialize in making sauce, and they also have official positions."

Yang Qian waved his hand, "I'm not so poor here. This is made by the tenant farmers on Zhuangzi. It uses pork and chicken. It tastes good. Lao Gao can try it."

"Okay, okay."

Gao Yushi took a pancake, put meat sauce on it, immediately stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

Soon his eyes widened, and a salty taste emerged from his taste buds.

"Wonderful, this sauce is even better than the glutinous rice wine."

Lao Gao kept nodding, obviously very satisfied with the meat sauce.

Since ancient times, food has been the most important thing for people, and Yang Qian was immediately interested.

"What is chíhǎi? Is it delicious?"

"That's the sauce made from ant eggs. It tastes sour, salty and refreshing..."

Yang Qian immediately felt uncomfortable and said, "Stop talking, I'm eating, don't say such disgusting things."

Lao Gao looked confused, "Your Majesty, this chíhǎi is a precious thing. Only scholar-bureaucrats can afford it. Ordinary people in Guizhou may never see it in their lifetime."

As if to throw that disgusting thing out of his mind, Yang Qian immediately changed the topic.

"What brings you here this time?"

Lao Gao kept taking the pancakes, dipping them in meat sauce and stuffing them into his mouth.

"It's not a big deal. We now use the filtration method, and the production of salt has increased dozens of times. With the salt, we have also made some sauerkraut this year. I want to ask your Majesty, do you want it?"

The corner of Yang Gan's mouth curled up fiercely and he said, "You came here just for sauerkraut. I thought what was going on? You can eat this kind of thing that is not on the table. If you want to eat it, you have to choose a good and auspicious day?"

Lao Gao shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, this sauerkraut is a rare thing. It requires a skilled person to make it. Do you have it here?"

Yang Gan was stunned, as if he had never seen sauerkraut or pickles since he came here.

Because these two things seem to have nothing to do with deliciousness.

Yang Gan looked strange and said, "You wouldn't tell me that sauerkraut is something only scholar-bureaucrats can eat, right?"

"Yes, yes. Before your Majesty came up with the filtration method, salt was very valuable. Pickling sauerkraut requires a lot of salt. Ordinary Guizhou people can't afford it."

"Even if I want to eat it, I only eat it occasionally twice a year."

"How much did you bring me?"

"Ten altars."

"Well, you promise, it wasn't stepped on by human feet?" Yang Qian was from the south in his previous life, and there was a mustard factory near his home.

It was really dirty, but it was dirty, so you still had to eat, but I was a little uncomfortable with stepping on it, because Yang Qian had seen others wearing rain boots since he could remember.

However, I heard that there are black workshops, and after stepping on them with my feet, I always feel a shadow in my heart.

Lao Gao was surprised and said, "If you dare to step on pickled cabbage with your feet, you will be beheaded."

Maybe he felt that Yang Qian didn't know much about etiquette, so Lao Gao started to popularize science. In fact, he himself didn't understand much about it.

This is the border, and the culture is indeed not as prosperous as the capital.

After popular science, Yang Qian was already confused. The scholar-bureaucrats' love for sauces was deeply rooted in their bones, and even extended to the sauce culture.

There are hundreds of kinds of sauces alone. To put it bluntly, as long as it is food, sauce can be made for it.

Some more particular scholar-bureaucrats also have their own rules.

"If you can't taste it, don't eat it."

It means that what kind of sauce should be paired with any food, and if the food and sauce don't match, you won't even eat the food. This comes from the Book of Rites.

Yang Gan felt a deep sense of powerlessness. After killing all the scholar-bureaucrats in Yuntong County who opposed him, he felt really relieved.

In a disguised form, it distanced the circle of scholar-bureaucrats from him. Many of their cultures, habits, and rules were inaccessible to him.

"Lao Gao is very interested. By the way, you know the glass cans and meat cans in Zhuangzi."

Lao Gao kept nodding, "Of course I know. I even bought it and ate it. It tastes good. The most important thing is that it can be stored for several years without rotting. It's really amazing."

"Do you think there is a market for canned sauerkraut or meat sauce? After all, we have no shortage of pork, chicken, and salt here."

Lao Gao stared at Yang Qian blankly, his heart filled with turmoil.

After he was about to arrive, he said in admiration, "Your Majesty, you are a great talent."

"The meat sauce is fine, and the sauerkraut can be stored for a long time in a jar or pottery jar."

Yang Gan nodded. If this thing is delivered directly to the factory and produced, it will be another income, and it will be a big income.

Yang Gan patted Lao Gao on the shoulder and said happily, "As soon as you come here, I will have an idea to make money. You are a blessed person. That man, you can come to my village and teach the tenant farmers when you have time."

There was a struggling expression on Lao Gao's face, and Yang Qian saw it immediately and raised his eyebrows in displeasure.

"you are not willing?"

Lao Gao smiled bitterly and said, "It doesn't matter, if your Majesty wants it, I will naturally cooperate."

Yang Qian touched his chin and thought about it carefully and he immediately came up with the key point.

"Lao Gao, I know that the officials in Yuntong County are jealous when they see me making money, aren't they?"

Lao Gao exhaled, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't say it's just the junior officials who are jealous, I'm also jealous."

Yang Gan laughed, rolled up his sleeves, and said, "You are not a master, you don't know how expensive money, rice, oil and salt are."

"The county governor's office receives a huge amount of money and food every year. In addition to paying taxes, it also covers the expenses within the county."

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I have already made millions of dollars, but can I ask the county governor to pay for the canal construction in Yuntong County?"

"The county governor's office didn't even ask for money to build the road."
To be continued...