"Can ordinary people also get titles?"

In Zhujia Village, Zhu Wuliu raised his head and asked the reporter who came to read the newspaper.

"Well, Your Highness has made it clear that anyone who makes significant contributions to Qingzhou can get a title, and there will be hereditary land compared to the title. The lowest county man is 300 acres of hereditary fertile land, and the government will not have the right to reclaim these lands in the future, which is basically the same as private territory."

The one who read the newspaper was a reporter Jiang who came to Zhujia Village at a designated location. When he read this news, he was full of passion and had the urge to do something big.

After all, this title is really tempting. Once you get a title, it will not only be a great honor, but it will also mean that you will have a wealthy life in the future.

Zhu Wuliu's saliva was left, and the section he contracted in Qingzhou was basically completed. He was free during this period and had time to come and listen to the newspaper.

"Report to journalist, you continue reading, how should we people get titles?"

"This is not simple. For example, if you, Zhu Wuliu, unless you can feed five thousand horses, you can get the title of county man." The reporter said with a smile.

"Five thousand horses!" Zhu Wuliu stuck out his tongue, "The horse government in Qingzhou stipulates that one family raises a horse is enough. How can we do these five thousand horses?"

"So it takes a great contribution. Do you think you can become a county man by picking up a bait on the side of the road?" reporter Jiang shook his head, "Of course, this is just an example. If you can excel in a certain industry or want to get a title, you can't raise horses, but you can raise chickens and ducks."

"Hahaha……"

The villagers burst into laughter when they heard this.

Then reporter Jiang told the specific rewards one by one, and the people nodded frequently, thinking about where they could contribute.

In addition to Zhujia Village, the discussion on titles in Qingzhou City was also more intense.

At Bowen Academy, a group of students gathered together and trembled all over.

Although they were admitted to the Bowen Academy, they were not interested in learning these strange knowledge at all, and they were not motivated to do research and invention.

It can be said that at Bowen Academy, they are just chaotic and hope to be assigned to a department in Qingzhou after graduation.

Like them, most students have this idea. They studied hard for ten years just to enter the official career, and this strong concept has never been eliminated.

Even though Xiao Ming introduced the money reward system last time, this stimulation is far from enough for them, because pretending to be noble is a common problem for many scholars.

But now it’s different. People don’t know what title this is. They are very clear that in the Great Yu Kingdom, they are all titles belonging to royal relatives and nobles.

Scholars become officials to achieve success and glorify their family. Now this title is so good for their taste.

In their eyes, a bright road that is not the imperial examination is better than the imperial examination, was born.

"Brother Wentao, do you say your hot air balloon needs someone to ride in an experimental manner?"

In the canteen of Bowen Academy, a student put down the newspaper and stared at Lin Wentao with his eyes fixed on him.

Lin Wentao, who was thinking about how to provide continuous heat to the hot air balloon, turned his head blankly and said casually: "Yes, but this may be dead."

"It's okay, let me do it. For Qingzhou and Your Highness, I will die without regrets." The scholar grabbed Lin Wentao's hand.

Lin Wentao has been obsessed with his own hot air balloons these days, but he has no time to read the newspaper and does not know what has happened.

He turned his head and saw that the students sitting around the physics school were staring at him with a cursive look.

Before he could speak, the other students shouted: "Let me be fat in the future and not be afraid of falling."

"I have thick skin and flesh. It's okay to fall from a tree when I was a kid. Let me do it." Another person shouted.

"let me."

“…”

Chamber of Commerce.

The merchants who came to purchase goods had forgotten about the purchase at this time, but gathered together in groups of three or three, and said excitedly with the newspaper in their hands.

"Your Highness is wise and powerful, just like Yao and Shun, who are alive. I didn't expect that we merchants will have such a day."

Outside the Chamber of Commerce, Ding Wu laughed loudly.

"Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and businessmen have always been the most lowly. His highness is magnanimous and not only has the status of merchants improved the status of merchants in Qingzhou, but now we have a share of this title." Dai Zixing was very excited.

"Fortunately, we both joined the Qingzhou household registration early, otherwise there would be no such good things." Ding Wu suddenly felt that his father was really far-sighted.

At this moment, he suddenly saw hope. In his dream, he would receive this title that represents honor and would no longer be discriminated against by others.

Dai Zixing nodded frequently, and Ding Wu also contracted a section of the road in Qingzhou City and bought a lot of cement pipes from him. It was only after the two of them met.

"Your Highness takes care of us in this way, so we must not let down your noble's wishes. In the future, we should work diligently to do our part for the business in Qingzhou." Dai Zixing said seemingly unintentionally.

Ding Wu's expression stiffened a little.

Although Dai Zixing's words were unintentional, they were stinging in his heart. Ding Wanquan was his father and a member of the King of Wei.

Now he suddenly felt a little worried that he would be involved in some unnecessary things, because his current goal was to work hard to manage his industry in Qingzhou. Now he has another one, and he has won a title and live gloriously in Qingzhou.

In Pingjiafang in the southeast corner of Qingzhou, Cao Zhengyang was directing his servants to move his luggage to the courtyard.

This is the house he just bought in Qingzhou, and this will be where he lives in Qingzhou from now on.

At this moment, a man who looked like a housekeeper hurried over and handed him a newspaper.

Cao Zhengyang glanced at the eye-catching title of the newspaper and was a little surprised. His expression suddenly became complicated when he looked down.

"This time I came to Qingzhou may be the most correct choice for the Cao family. The King of Qi seems to be deeply influenced by the Western priest. In this way, my Cao family will be like a fish in water. The prosperity of Western commerce may not be realized in Qingzhou."

Cao Zhengyang held the newspaper in his hand, his eyes full of inexplicable ambition.

"If this is the case, I need to report back to my father's strong support for the King of Qi. I must guide the King of Qi to learn from the West. In this way, my Cao family can pass on it from generation to generation like the Western commercial families, and the incense will never be extinguished."

After making this decision, Cao Zhengyang immediately wrote a letter for the butler to rush to Lin'an for eight hundred miles. At the same time, he also stuffed the newspapers from Qingzhou into the envelope, with Qingzhou newspapers as evidence. He believed that his father would strengthen his determination and slowly transfer the Cao family's property to Qingzhou.
Chapter completed!